This is my favorite picture of Vincie and me in Italy at the beach at Praia a Mare. We had many to choose from, but this one was taken on the day we experienced our first dose of Italian bureaucracy and Vince experienced his first taste of retrieving sticks out of surf. It soon became a regular romp for him and us--here he is with a stick in Scalea:
This is not a "happy" post. Tears will come. Mine and Guido's anyway. This is also not an entirely sad post. Vincie had a very very long (17 years-119 dog years) very very happy life and he gave us many more laughs than troubles. He was almost never sick albeit a bit accident prone when a pup. He got his jaw kicked by an awful horse and nearly lost some vital parts jumping a fence--but survived to live a life other dogs can only dream about. He died last night while on a walk with his "Dad". His great old heart finally gave out.
|Vincie's last photo on his last day on this Earth|
|He truly loved sitting in all of his cars and trucks|
Guido's list of highlights of Vince's life in Italy (He did all of this while a centenarian in dog years):
- Flew 7,000 miles and across the Atlantic,
- Stayed in many 4-star hotels from Liguria to Sicily,
- Tinkled on 800 year old streets,
- Swam in the Tyrrhenian Sea, and
- Ran free in the Parco Nazionale del Pollino
|When he struck his cross-legged pose, the cameras always came out--Sooo cute!|
Vince had already lived a full life before coming to Italy. He spent many hours romping free through the National Forests of Oregon and many other places.
He spent most of his life outdoors on the farm and in the woods but always spent nights inside cozy and warm with his family. He really didn't have very many faults. He was polite and quiet and never barked (except when he treed a porcupine or some other "invader"). He did have the unfortunate habit of never learning when it came to skunks but then nobody's perfect...
Vince also had his responsible side.
His cats loved him and he put up with them for us.
|Vincie looked like our beavers when swimming in the farm ponds|
Goodbye to our dear and loving friend.