2001 – 2013
Spencer, our darling West Highland Terrier, came into this world on September 21, 2001, and left it peacefully on July 31, 2013, five days after being diagnosed with advanced osteosarcoma, the same affliction that claimed the life of our dear mini Australian Shepherd, Flyer, on January 29, 2013. That we lost them a mere six months apart and to a virulent form of bone cancer uncommonly seen in small dogs is something our aching hearts can scarcely comprehend. For almost 12 years, “our boys,” as we called them from the moment they joined our family, were the center of our lives. In truth, we were completely besotted with them. As family and friends know all too well, we steered every conversation to where we could seamlessly (or so we thought) slip in a little something about the boys’ latest exploits. And we were absolutely shameless about it.
It should come, then, as no surprise to learn that our over-the-moon affection for our boys spilled over into our professional lives as well. Every semester we invited the students in our classes to our home, ostensibly because UGA encouraged faculty to do so, but mainly because it provided the perfect opportunity for them to meet the boys…..whom they already “knew.” After all, pictures of our boys graced every wall and surface in our university offices, and regularly found their way into PowerPoint slides for classroom lectures and conference presentations. Below is a slide that Tom created several years ago for a class I was teaching on human behavior theory. I haven’t a clue as to how I linked it to the topic for discussion on that particular day. I only know that we had just gotten back from spending a glorious autumn weekend during UGA’s Fall Break romping with the boys at the beach, their favorite away-from-home destination. Of course my students would want to know about it. As I said, we were shameless.
To understand how two fairly rational people could fall so deliriously in love with their canine companions one has only to ponder the effect on the human heart of experiencing what amounted to a two-dog, ticker-tape parade every time we walked into the house. Amidst the jubilation, Tom and I would often exclaim as we returned their affection, “What in the world did we ever do to deserve the two of you?” And I swear, Spencer’s flag-pole-erect tail and Flyer’s nub-of-a behind would wave and twitch in even more frenzied delight. Such was the reception we received day in and day out for almost 12 years. You know, I almost feel a little sorry for the new pope, Pope Francis. He only thought he was warmly embraced on his recent trip to Brazil.
Whereas Flyer was our sensitive one, ever watchful and anxious about keeping our little “pack” together, as herding dogs are wont to do, Spencer was our family’s social chairman—the canine equivalent of Bobby “Mr. Don’t Worry, Be Happy” McFerrin. Whether maneuvering his muscular frame into impossibly tiny spaces, merrily chasing butterflies on a warm sunny day, pouncing on insects deeply burrowed into the ground (completely absorbed in this tireless quest), or attentively watching television, Spencer extracted maximum pleasure out of every waking moment, cocking his head from side to side in the winsome way that Westies do as he ceaselessly entertained all who observed his antics. Perhaps one of our friends, herself entranced by Spencer’s fascination with the seemingly infinite sources of wonder to be found in the backyard, compliments of Mother Nature, said it best: “Now, that is the very definition of joy.” Yes, an abundance of joie de vie was the defining characteristic of Spencer’s nature. Destiny, it seemed, preordained it so. What better explanation for the most salient personality trait of the 12-week-old pup who joined our family on New Year’s Eve, the most festive day of the year, the pup whose official name was Clayridge “High Time” Spencer?
Spencer embodied so many endearing traits of the Scottish-born West Highland Terrier. He was extraordinarily handsome (ever notice how often Westies are the “spokesdog” in product advertisements?), and he possessed a consistently sweet temperament, never uttering as much as a whimper or snarl of displeasure, not even when poked and prodded on occasion by his vet. Spencer brimmed with self-confidence as well, as one would expect as a member of the breed reputed to have the highest self-esteem in the canine kingdom. But what we loved most about him was his insatiable curiosity about the world and everything in it. Spencer would have found watching paint dry captivating.
Spencer also had his idiosyncrasies—unique Spencer-isms I suppose you could call them—all of which only served to embellish his charms. For example, he would:
- “Rest his teeth” on the arms of his most favorite people (you know if you made the cut);
- Good-naturedly endure Flyer’s incessant attempts to herd him;
- Lounge contentedly on piles of clothes waiting to be laundered, like an addict in a narcotics-induced haze;
- Staunchly resist being picked up (though he relished the role of lapdog, unlike most Westies);
- Sit every morning with Tom in an oversized, overstuffed, black leather recliner—one even the least aesthetically-inclined person would call a monstrosity—but which we proclaimed “Perfect!” because it could hold the four of us.
- Emit a bark so loud and shrill it almost shattered eardrums, or so we were told, though to us it made for being the perfect watchdog (“Great! Spencer will scare would-be burglars!”);
- Unhesitatingly choose time with me over the siren call of backyard delights.
“Man’s best friend” and “dogs love unconditionally,” commonly heard phrases, speak to the special bond between humans and their canine companions. Though pithily phrased for needlepoint cushions, they mask the core truth that resides deep in the heart of every person who has known the transformational power of a dog’s love: Dogs are our best friends even when our own fidelity falls short; they love us unconditionally despite the fact that we don’t reciprocate their devotion more times than we care to admit—too exhausted for a short walk, too preoccupied for even a quick cuddle. Yet somehow, amazingly (miraculously!), our canine companions love us nonetheless, happily accepting behavior that no other being, except perhaps a parent, would willingly endure. I suspect the words “May I be the person that my dog thinks I am”—words familiar to many, words whispered in prayer by hearts humbled by such unfathomable love—flowed effortlessly from the pen of a person who understood that dogs are indeed the closest manifestation of the Divine on this earth.
These days it’s very quiet in the Reeves’ household. Though we always knew in our heads the day would come when we would have to tell our boys goodbye, somehow our hearts never got the memo. Perhaps our grief feels so great because we know, as have all who have known a dog’s love, that we’ve lost not a pet but a constant companion whose presence made our lives immeasurably richer. We know what science has only in recent years begun to fully understand: That we are kinder, happier, and healthier people—physically, emotionally, and socially—for sharing life with our beloved animal companions. We offer a prayer of thanks for the darling little Westie who, in the words of Scottish poet Robert Burns, found “tender refuge in our hungry hearts.” Rest in peace, Baby Boy.
– Trisha Reeves
What a lovely and fitting tribute to a very special dog; from a very special person. You and Tom have been fortunate to have both Spencer and Flyer to enjoy and to enrich your lives. Of course the “boys” also were fortunate to have “picked” such special people to adopt them and love in return. Our thoughts are with you as you adjust to a much quieter home.
Elaine and Kent
As we sat here reading with laughter and tears we can only say we feel frustration that we cannot lighten your heartache. Because of the projection of your love for the “the boys” to friends, family, colleagues and students the lives of those two little dogs had a ripple effect far beyond the walls of your home. At the same time that we were beneficiaries of the love, we now share in the loss. We know that sharing their memories will be an ongoing source of solace and smiles as you continue to reflect on their legacy.
Hugs and Love,
Gary & Shoni
Tom and Trisha, I’m sadden to hear of this second loss to your family. Being an animal lover myself, seeing the boys was the main thing I looked forward to with my visits to your home. When it was with a full class of students I think I would spend more time with the boys, than with the two of you. My heart goes out to you both!
Tom & Trisha,
It is such a lovely and heartfelt tribute to Spencer. I wish I had more chance to get to know both of your boys! My thoughts are with you as you grief for your loss.
Dear Trisha,
What a beautiful and touching tribute to Spencer and lots about Flyer as well. You have written about so many wonderful memories and you probably have hundreds more that you could have mentioned. We are certain that you will have a smile on your face and a flutter in your heart when you re-read this tribute years from now.
We too know the unconditional love of our dog friends and the pain we feel when we lose them. We hope these wonderful memories will ease your pain in the days and weeks ahead. Please know that you and Tom are in our thoughts and prayers.
Love,
Skip & Vicki
Trisha and Tom,
Thank you for sharing your tributes to Spencer and Flyer. They were so heart warming. Having gone through the loss of my own dear furry family members over the years, I understand well the grief. It’s nine months since I had to say goodbye to my dear beagle Chloe. And, although I will always miss her spunk and cuddles, time does replace the pain of loss with happy memories for a lifetime and many life lessons I carry forward with me. As you pointed out, I’m better for having shared life with each one of them. And, thankfully, they are never really gone from our minds, hearts, and souls. Life ends but love lives on. I wish you peace and comfort as you grieve.
Love, Jen
For 12 years you had their unconditional love and joy. And they had the best parents ever! It is a sad loss for you both, but we are sure the memories of them abound. We enjoyed them both the couple of times we saw them. Our dog, Buffy plus 3 grand dogs have left us, but we remember the best of times or the funny times. We are sorry for your losses. Love, Donna & Bob
Tom & Trisha – Just finished reading through and enjoying the photos and memories of Spencer. So beautifully written and clearly captured both the joy of these wonderful creatures and the heartfelt loss you both are experiencing. I pray you continue to see the positives of caring for these canines and will once again consider adopting a new dog or dogs – they need people like you that can match up to the love they give back to us. I also consider it a privilege that I got to experience the “resting of Spencer’s teeth” on my arm when greeted by him in the morning on several of my stays at the Reeves household.
Blessings – Bill & Debbie
How unexpected and sad to hear of your most recent loss. Your beautiful story of the happy times is a joy to read. May those wonderful memories always be a well of comfort for you both. Murray and Dorris
For Spencer 31 July 2013
For wee Spencer –
that pure white bundle of love
And none other –
Not Stanley the painter, Herbert the philosopher,
William Robert the poet, William Lewis the tenor sax player,
nor Edmund of the lyrical Faierie Queene ,
not any of the famed earls, viscounts, dukes, duchesses, actors and inventors
that have been summoned to dinner, bed and court in that way –
not even one among the 21 Towns & villages called Spencer
that grace this wide and beautiful land we call our home –
Just SPENCER . . . . . that lovely dog boy brightness . . .
JUST wee white wooly nickum Spencer of wag, dash,
joy-jumping dirt digging faith and sturdy four-square devotion –
Wee Spencer . . .Who is still here with us even as all things rest
and yet now seemingly beyond coming and going –
Ahh . . . Spencer – that well and truly awesome tiny being-
For we know for certain that a small wonder
is as grand a wonder as any we might see-
because his love remains our love
and just flows on and ever on
and never – EVER – really ends . . .
Dear Tom and Trisha,
Jan and I were so sorry to hear that you were grieving once again, so soon after Flyer. Spencer was a lot like our ‘Sophie Dog’ in temperament and personality. Your tribute page is great.
While Sophie is still healthy (‘touch wood’) our other fur-kid ‘Beanie Cat’ is having seizures about once a month and is nearing the end of her days (she’s 18).
Thank you for sharing your tributes to Spencer as you did with Flyer. Those wonderful memories are worth preserving and will no doubt provide some comfort for you both.
Best wishes,
Geoff and Jan
“With eye upraised his master’s look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man’s guardian and the poor man’s friend, The only creature faithful to the end.”
(George Crabbe)
Tom and Trisha–so sorry for your loss.What a wonderful tribute and what a wonderful home you gave both of your boys.
Love,
Anne and Mike
“I miss Spencer!” – Mitchell McKenney
“Funny little dog :-)” – Logan McKenney
“My heart goes out to you” – Skyler McKenney
We fondly remember this sweet dog, and how special he was to you.
As Alfred Lord Tennyson said:
I hold it true, whate’er befall
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Spencer too, was surely happy for the time he did have with you.
Warmest wishes,
Kevin Susan, Skyler, Logan & Mitchell McKenney
Dear Tom and Trisha
David and I just wanted to say that are sending thoughts of warmth and care to you both. I’m sure your ‘boys’ had a simply wonderful life with you both – a fabulous high-quality existence – and that thought might be a comfort to you both.
Take care and know that you are both often in our thoughts.
Warmest wishes, Carmel and David
I didn’t know Spencer as well as I did Abbie (who I stil miss) but if he was half the dog she was, then he was very special indeed. Flyer and Spencer were both great dogs and wonderful companions.
From Richard and June Elliott (Ex Westie owners) New Zealand
Hi Tom and Trisha
we were very sad to hear of the loss of Spencer and so soon after Flyer. Your tribute refects the everlasting love and companionship that exisited between your ‘ boys’ and yourselves. Memories will never fade and those boys won’t be forgotten!
Our thoughts are with you. Take care oox
Tom and Trisha,
As Spencer’s breeder, nothing gives me greater joy than to know that Spencer lived the “good life” with such a loving and caring family. With all the Westies we’ve had over the last 38 years, I can testify that no two are exactly alike, but each and every one was loved and returned that love many times over.
Don and Gilda
Dr. Reeves – thank you so much for sharing this with me after our chat this morning. I enjoyed every moment reading your blog and the love you had for your dogs is inspirational. Thank you for the photos to help me visualize Spencer and Flyer with you and your husband. I will be mindful of your tribute and of the lovely things your friends posted when I consider a dog for myself. Not if, but when.
Katherine