The story goes that Merlin’s tail saved him. He was born in South Carolina, and just before his move to the Northeast, he lived in a cage in a barn with a bazillion other unwanted dogs. A dog rescue worker had been through the barn and made a list of the dogs she wanted to pull and send to rescue organizations. Merlin was on another list. The list for dogs to be euthanatized. He wasn’t even a year old. We don’t have the story about how he ended up there. I imagine that he was a handful and just wasn’t wanted. But the rescue worker noticed something about him that she couldn’t ignore.
His tail never stopped wagging.
He was hungry for attention and made it known that he was really a good boy despite his youthful energy and inability to pay attention for more than 3 seconds. She said to herself “I’m not leaving without this dog” as she was finally convinced of his good nature.
She was right.
He was a good and smart dog.
We named him Merlin.
He performed his final disappearing act today.
We’re aware of how lucky he was that day in South Carolina.
We’re also aware of how lucky we were to be part of his act for the last ten years.
“There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.” – Aeschylus