This is a tribute to my lovely dog ‘Minney’ that I lost end ‘99. He
was my best friend and I had such a good relation with him and he
even influences my life and thinking. He was so cute and clever. He
understand so many words and I like to talk to him and he was
always listening very concentrated. Everybody loved him, my
children, my friends, my family, he was so popular and the friend
of everybody. Some clients stay at the first floor to talk minutes
long with him before they came to my office. If he asks me to go
out and I said (there were 4 children at that time here in my home)
ask it to Cathy, then he run around in the house to search Cathy
and jumped to her leg while barking and then she says no why did my
dad indicate me again and not one of the other children. He also
understand if I said to him go to the kitchen or go to the garage,
I was amazed how much he could understand. I treated him as an
equal and respected him very much. What a pity that in the 15 years
that he brings joy to my life there were not as good digital
cameras as today, otherwise I would have hundreds or more pictures
from him. He behaves like a real member of the family and when I
was angry to one of the children he was assisting me and accentuate
it with his barking. When he was asking to go out, he had is hours
to do that and there was a phone call, then he shut up and wait but
I don’t know how he could now it but each time on my last words on
the phone he starts barking because he knows that it was the end of
that call. He likes to receive presents and did now that word very
good, if I say to him ‘I have a present for you’ then he jumped
extremely high. With Christmas he also received a few presents for
him and he was sitting there and waiting until we said and now a
present for Minney and he wants to unpack it himself. At the end
when everything was opened he starts looking in all the packaging
papers to look after those from his presents to collect them and
put them together with his presents. When he died, I knew that it’s
gonna be a hard time for me but I never thought that it would be
that hard. I was so sick for a period of more then 6 months and I
even had to change my route in the supermarket as I could not see
the dog food there or I have tears in my eyes. It’s even after
about 2 years hard to write about him and I think every day on him.
UnbelievÒable what a warmth and tenderness and joy a dog can bring
in our lives. One day when I was on a terrace in town a woman was
staring at our table all the time and I was wondering why, she
didn’t look someone else and also her man was looking to us. She
came to ask me if she may ask me something and I said yes, and she
told me a story about her dog that was quite identical to my dog
and that she missed him so and if I would not sold my dog, she
would give me a bunch of money and she said that she has a double
apartment in Spain and that he would receive his own apartment. I
said sorry to this woman but I really can’t sold a friend. I told
this to a good friend and he asks me if I wouldn’t sold him for a
million and I said no, it’s impossible to sold a friend, I never
could forgive myself such a thing and from that moment every time
that he sees my dog he said Aha the dog of one million. I had the
plan to publish an offset printed book about him as tribute to give
to friends and family and I have collected or scanned all the
images but until today, I tried several times, I couldn’t write the
text, it was to hard. Maybe that after this post I can to courage
to finish this project. I could write a book about my lovely
‘Minney’ that I miss so hard and I hope that I have not bored you
with this explication.
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With kind regards,
Dirk Vermeirre
