Obituaries

As if 2020 wasn't bad enough, it had to take my beautiful, golden, great Pyrenees, Hamlet, away. He passed from liver cancer on October 22, 2020. Hamlet had been with me from 5 months old. He came to me as a rehome from a family who adopted him from the Humane Society. He was an active puppy but so curious about the world and people. I met him in Marietta Square. He wanted to meet everyone in the park and ended up in a photo session for a couple's engagement (they were OK with it). He had that kind of personality - jovial, silly but deftly smart.

Through the years, I worked on his training. He was smart but stubborn. That was the Pyr in him. He could not be crate trained, though as he grew older, he liked sleeping in an open kennel for comfort (as well as to hide from me if I wanted to clean his ears or give him medicine). Eventually, he trained to be a therapy dog because his love for people was beyond anything. He knew all of my neighbors. He liked to visit them (even better if they gave him treats). While he went to dog parks and dog day camp, he didn't seem to care much to play with other dogs, only to sniff them. He loved chewing and de-stuffing toys. He loved tennis balls, most of all. He worked with Happy Tails Pet Therapy and visited people at Peachford Hospital and Oglethorpe University. He loved his job, and they loved him.

When they saw this big, white, floofy, gentle giant walking in, the kids would squeal. They could quickly get on the floor with him and give him belly rubs - his favorite thing. When he passed, it was like a part of my soul was severed from me. I was not much of a people person - he made sure to get me out of my shell. What was opposite in us the other had, so we were indeed like two peas in a pod. He traveled everywhere with me. I sure hope to see him someday so we can continue that journey together. God bless him, and may he rest in furever peace.