"Cayman"

September 14, 1997 - June 13, 2009

Cayman was my first and only dog. A Christmas puppy in 1997 from my partner, Michael, shortly after I graduated from college as a clinical social worker. My partner struggled with alcoholism that left me feeling lonely. He blessed me with Cayman. A sable

In his first year, Cayman would go with me to visit patients in adult daycare centers who were too depressed or demented to speak. He would jump on their laps and give them kisses to make them smile. Some centers made special doggie treats for our visits. The seniors took great pleasure in making him do little tricks for treats. Cayman loved to perform. Some years later, while working a summer program for seriously emotionally disturbed children, we had Cayman Day every Thursday. Cayman helped the kids to work together, to be quiet, to play safe and to feel lovable. An 8 year old boy who refused to talk, learned that it was safe to talk with Cayman, and on our departure, would hold Cayman and whisper, "I love you so much, Cayman, please come back." Earlier this year, Cayman helped me in the primary care clinic where I work with the homeless. When clients would cry, he would tuck his nose in their legs and they would smile. For a few minutes, they could pet his softness and remember that they must not be so bad after all. After a few visits to the clinic, he started to act like he owned the joint and staff treated him like my little assistant. He helped everybody to relax and to enjoy the moment.

Cayman was and will always be my beautiful Prince, master teacher, play mate, and noble protector. He changed my life. Life will never be the same, and for now, I am feeling very lost without him by my side. Like him, I must muster the strength to move forward and to find joy even in this pain just like he did.  For nine months he was a gallant fighter through nasal cancer.  No pain could keep him from doing joyful spins and chasing his favorite sticks in our field of green clover and daisies.  We played up until the day before his tumor erupted.  His suffering ended within a few hours.  His little body was put to rest in my arms so his beautiful spirit could make way for the Rainbow Bridge.  One week later, a rainbow appeared in the sky.  

My little Angel, Cayman, shine your light and lead the way until we meet again.  I love you with all my heart.

Your Guardian  Mom