Lovestruck is what he was, that three-legged dog of mine. No matter how ill or exhausted, his eyes stayed on me, When I moved, he followed.
Other dogs who have died, I have left in boxes, for years, packed in
some spot or room I knew was a favorite. That was not possible for
Olaf; there could be no box on a shelf for him.
And so, when he died in late August 2009, all the dog boxes came out.
All the ashes were divided up and went in the earth or on the wind.
In the garden certain roses were selected or selected themselves for
certain dogs. With Lovestruck the rose elected itself - this intense,
heavily flowering floribunda with its intoxicating shades of deep pink
and cream is a vivid memorial to a dog who never forgot his devotion. I
will love you forever my boy. Always in my heart.