Dori was a sweet dog. She was the best dog a family could ever wish for.
Dori came into our lives when Emerson and I were dating. I had recently lost my husky and Emerson saw how sad I was. Emerson was not really fond of dogs at the time, however, one day he called me and said he was on his way to my house with a present. That present was Dori. She was so young. The vet said she was probably a year old, and so May 16th became her birthday.
Since then, she became Emerson’s dog, really. When we were considering moving to Ohio, he was very sad about having to leave her, but she ended up coming to the U.S. with us. She always kept me company when I was sad, and she also loved the snow. She would run in the snow, play in the snow, swim in the ponds and chase the geese in Ohio.
She was with us during my pregnancies, and she even waited for us when we moved to India. She actually escaped the house we left her trying to look for us at our old apartment – twice!
While in Houston, she loved swimming at the dog park, she swam at the beach, she hiked on trails, she camped with the family. She was a very active, happy, sweet, meek dog.
Enzo describes Dori as a loving, never-barking, sweet dog.
I cannot describe in a post everything that Dori represented for us as a family during the almost sixteen years of her life, but she was truly loved, and truly well taken care of. There are no regrets in our hearts or in our minds about the life that we gave that sweet puppy.
She will be profoundly missed. Emerson reminded our family that death is a consequence of sin. This is not how life is supposed to be. Death and its pain should make us hate our sin all the more, and we rejoice in the fact that we know the One who conquered death, and that one day there will be no more tears, and no more pain, and no more suffering.
Although we do not really know if we will ever see Dori again, we know that the One who created her will embrace us, and will wipe away every tear from our eyes, and death will be no more.