Baxter, the World’s oldest end of life therapy dog, has passed away. Baxter has become famous with his own Facebook pageand a book, Moments With Baxter. Baxter died on Friday, October 16th, at the ripe old age of 19. Having spent 16 years of his life comforting patients at the end of their lives by volunteering at the San Diego Hospice, Baxter will be missed by many, and remembered by all the lives he touched.
Like many aging dogs, in the last three years of Baxter’s life he became very arthritic, but that did not stop him from volunteering. He was very adaptable, and spent the last three years being pushed into the hospital rooms on a cart and gently placed into the arms of the dying, where he was able to comfort them. In his old age, there was a sense of vulnerability in Baxter, that helped create a tight bond between him and the patients he helped let go of life.
I hope you enjoy this beautiful tribute to an amazing animal in the video posted below. Baxter truly was man’s best friend.
Eight years ago today Americans’ lives changed forever. September 11th, 2001 was a beautiful, sunny day like so many September days where the air and sky are a mix of summer warmth, and cool fall breezes. I remember it seemed like a very normal day for me as I awoke in my dorm room at boarding school, looked out the window at the clear skies, and gave thanks that it was such a beautiful day, because I had a riding lesson that morning. I didn’t have class for the first two periods, and I remember walking down to the mailroom in hopes of a care package in my box.
As I checked my mail, and rifled through a new J. Crew catalog, I remember looking up at the television, which by school rules must remain on a news station during class hours. At first I thought someone had broken the rules as I starred at the television, one tower had smoke coming from it, and a broadcaster was explaining a plane had flown into the World Trade Center, and all I could think was this must be some sort of movie I’ve never seen. I soon realized no, this was not a movie, this was reality, and I yelled. I don’t know why I yelled, as the mailroom and bookstore were in the basement, and there weren’t any people around, everyone else was in class, but I yelled. Two faculty members walked up, and together we watched in horror as the second plane flew into the other tower.
I don’t remember my emotions after that second plane hit, but I’ll never forget the feeling of confusion and fear as I heard the Pentagon had also been hit – my aunt had been working at the Pentagon around this time, but without my knowledge her job had recently moved to another location. Many of my friends’ fathers worked in downtown Manhattan at the time, and I feared for them, and for those I did not know. I walked in shock to the barn for my lesson, and saddled Monty, it was the only thing I could do in this dark time. I was distraught, and the comfort of his soft muzzle nudging my side as I saddled him eased my emotions, yet the foggy haze of the events I had just witnessed on the TV screen were still with me. My lesson was canceled, classes were not, but the entire school was required to attend an emergency chapel service. There, we discussed the events of the morning, but the news and full gravity of the situation had yet to be known.
We all remember that sunny September day, and where we were – some were driving, others slept in, at school, at work – where you were on that day is a memory we all will carry for the rest of our lives. By the day’s end the skies were black, and the once peaceful morning had turned into a tragic evening filled with loss, fear and grief. Years come and go, time flies by, and it is easy to let events become just another chapter in a history book. As Americans we must not let our day-to-day lives consume us to the point of forgetting the lives that were lost and the families torn apart as our nation was attacked.
Let us remember the fallen and honor the heroes on this day. Remember that freedom is not free, and be proud to be American. Feel blessed to have the freedoms we do, that enable us to lead the lives we do, because of the men and women that laid down their lives for us, and remember them as heroes.
