April 14


Rest in peace, my handsome Truman.

Many have shared the unconditional – sometimes overwhelming – love and exuberance of our dog Truman who passed away peacefully on Saturday, April 9.  Truman was my muse.  He inspired me to explore and laugh.  He was usually a better judge of character than I was.  

He was up for a car ride or walk anytime, anywhere.  In the car, his head would extend over my shoulder while his tail, constantly in motion, expressed apocalyptic excitement about the potential of what was around the next corner.  

Truman greeted you with the same exhuberance whether you left for a minute to take the garbage out or a week for a vacation.

Truman was approximately nine years old.

Truman was approximately nine years old.

Sixty pounds of solid muscle; he was a gentle giant, regularly welcoming teeny foster kittens into his home.  But backyard squirrels beware.

He never liked a hose or sprinkler he met and had a hysterical fascination with motorcycles, skateboards and rolling luggage.

Truman, my white and brown pit bull mix (Irish terrier, bull mastiff, mastiff, Staffordshire terrier and bulldog according to his Wisdom DNA test), was a buddy around town and around the country.  Over the past nine years, he was an ambassador for his breed helping to show people in almost 20 states that “bully breeds” are loving and loyal companion animals.

We spoke to him and loved him like a family member.  He loved us back just the same.  Anyone who has felt the unconditional love of a companion animal knows the inevitable, unique pain associated with this type of loss.  A friend once told me that Mother Nature purposefully made dog’s and cat’s lives shorter than humans so we could feel the love of many over our lifetime.  Another friend shared that it’s never the quantity of life, it’s always the quality that truly matters.  

It’s difficult to know what to say sometimes.  I hope sharing those thoughts help you or someone you know.

They are helping me along with the overwhelming kindness of many, including Dr. Bevery Drozd and her team at Home Veterinary Service.  I’m humbled and grateful for the good energy – in-person and virtual – sent our way during Truman’s two-year long battle with bone cancer (we chose a holistic chemotherapy Neoplasene and recommend it highly).

Some said adopting a nine-month old pit bull would be a big mistake.  It was a life-changing blessing.  Local animal rescue organizations like Fur Friends in Need, Rescue Ridge, Wag-On-Inn, and the Humane Society are filled with dogs and cats waiting for forever homes.  There is an unconditional love like Truman shared waiting for you.

If your house is full with companion animals right now, please give your buddy a longer, tighter hug for Truman and me tonight.