Trial & Error Acres




Bunks, A Very Special Dog


Bunks in her younger days

(photo by Barbara Klein)


A Favorite Poem by M. Acklam 

We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare.

And in return, dogs give us their all.   It's the best deal man has ever made.


     This is a tribute to a very special dog, a dog that has surely given me her all in every endeavor that we have pursued.  Additionally, Bunks has taught me more about working sheepdogs than I could have ever learned without her.  While most tributes are given posthumously, I decided to post this tribute on the occasion of Bunks' sixteenth birthday, September 7, 2005.  The old girl is still doing well (especially considering all of the "on the job injuries" which she has sustained over the years), and she continues to go to the farm with me every day. I treasure each day that she is still here, and I will respect her wishes when she tells me that it's time to go.  She has already far exceeded everyone's expectations (including those of our veterinarian), but she still faces each new day with determination.  She continues to be able to participate in her favorite activities, and as long as she still derives enjoyment from these things, I will do everything that I can to keep her going.  However, her body is failing, and there will soon be nothing that either of us can to do postpone the inevitable. I feel very honored to have shared my life with this wonderful dog, and I owe her more than I could repay if she lived to be 100. 


Bunks at sixteen

Photo taken November 12, 2005



My beloved Bunks was humanely euthanized on February 22, 2006. 

     The day before she died, Bunks was still enjoying life, she played ball with me in the yard, and she went with me to the farm.  However, the next morning, she had no interest in eating, and by that afternoon, she had clearly grown tired of life on this earth.  She was peacefully euthanized that evening, as I thanked her for all that she had given me over the years.  There is a huge hole in my heart, but I know that I had to let her go.  She came to me in February, and she left me in February, and what an incredible 16 years we had together.  Rest well, old girl. 


     "He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."     Author Unknown


Go to page two of the Tribute to Bunks


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