|Horace with his daughter Tiffany|
Back in 1982 I bought a tiny orange Pomeranian puppy for $300 at a Philadelphia pet store on my way to lunch. I had not planned to buy this puppy but as I was walking by the pet store, I saw HIM in the window display trying to keep up with the other BIG puppies. I stopped in, curious as to how much he cost. That was my first mistake.
The pet shop employee said "You want to hold him?" Of course I said "Yes" and the rest was history. I purchased him that day, brought him back in a pet box to the bank where I worked.
When I got home I had a surprise for Bill. He wasn't too happy but he too soon fell in love with Horace.
|Bill with Horace a few minutes after Horace arrived at his new home all bright eyed and bushy tailed|
Horace was with me for sixteen years, four years longer than most Pomeranians live on this earth.
|Me and my buddy Horace - many years later - two graybeards|
|My Mom and Horace and me - Horace wants a kiss|
Horace would wait for me everyday to come home from work, my long commute on the train from Philadelphia to Downingtown. He would lie on my house clothes and sleep during the day, patiently waiting for me. Horace was my best friend.
Horace was the best friend I've ever had. Horace never disappointed me, even when he was old and could no longer hold his bodily functions.
|Horace loved to go for rides with me|
When Horace died in 1998, Bill said he didn't want any more dogs. He couldn't take the loss. I have honored Bill's wish. But if I survive Bill, I will try to get another Horace. I don't think I could bear to live the rest of my life without that unconditional love that only a pet, specifically a dog can provide. I don't think it is a coincidence that "dog" spelled backwards spells God.
|Me and Horace - ONE|