Farewell Old Friend

06 Jul 2015

Last week was a bit of a tough one – at least it was for this Cooney family. You see, after she had provided 16 years of protection, affection and plenty of entertainment, we had to say goodbye to our number one dog, Lenka. 

She’d been part of the landscape longer than any of our pets (and children!), and had arrived all those years ago as a cute, yet feisty, young pup. Part Rhodesian ridgeback, Doberman, bull terrier and Smithfield terrier, she was a mongrel of outstanding pedigree and thought she ruled the world.

Lenka (which means ‘love’) was named after a remarkable Yugoslavian girl I taught many years ago. While she (the dog!) loved us more than anything and was affectionate with most people (unless you were up to no good), there was no love lost between her and other dogs. She viewed most of them as trespassers in her kingdom, and any that refused to bow to her majesty (especially bitches) were promptly dealt with – no matter how big.

Spending most of her life on farms, Lenka developed a taste for rabbits and possums, and would almost dig her way to China to nibble on a tasty young bunny. I had many wake-up calls in the middle of the night, with Lenka (having ‘treed’ a possum) sitting there barking until I staggered out in my boxers, with my .22 and torch, and finished the job. She loved nothing better. Me? Not so much …

Lenka was pretty tough. When she was young I ran her over in my Landcruiser. Fearing the worse (upon finding her hiding in her kennel) I took her to the vet, who, after a bit of poking and prodding, declared her to be okay (except for some internal bruising). However, from that day forward she hated the vet, and would have to be muzzled or held tightly to stop her biting him.

She loved the kids, and would let them dress her up or tow them around on their skateboards – and not once did she complain or show any aggression. Although, if you tried to take her food off her, she’d let you know with a growl or two … but hey, so do I!

She’d had a great life – no doubt about that – and a long one, too! But finally, old age and an unrelenting tumour got the better of her. The kids all knew it was coming and we’d prepared them for the inevitable. On her final day, they each said their goodbyes and fed her a strip of streaky bacon before heading off to school. My wife (who’s not too good with these things) disappeared to visit some friends, and I spent the morning digging a flawless grave – perfectly rectangle with straight, clean corners. It was, after all, the least I could do. Lenka came over to see me while I was digging, (which didn’t help), but I hope my work passed her inspection.

I’d arranged for a good mate to come over and put her down for me, but that morning I felt it was something I needed to do – not for any weird, macabre reason, but because it just seemed right. Lenka trusted me during her life, and I figured she’d trust me with her death. Her last sleep came quickly and painlessly, and as I laid her gently in her final resting place, I took a moment …

It’s always tough saying goodbye to a much-loved pet – although, to be honest, I’m pretty good at switching off my emotions when necessary. But on this occasion, I set aside my usual impassive response and let it all hang out … so to speak! (Luckily, I pulled myself together just as the mail-lady drove up my driveway. There is a limit, you know! We westerners are great at embracing life, but not so good with death … but that’s another story for another time.)

One of the things I loved most about Lenka (and this is true for most well-loved dogs) was her loyalty. No matter my mood, my threats, the beatings she occasionally got for killing a chicken, or how many times she was ignored, she had an undying loyalty that was there till the end. Even with her failing health, she’d wobble her way over for a pat, tail wagging and eyes looking adoringly. It’s a powerful virtue, loyalty.

It’s also something that’s been an powerful part of Grapevine’s success – the loyalty of staff (particularly in the days when pay-checks weren’t always reliable!) … the loyalty of family (who often endured mince-on-toast for weeks, wearing homemade clothes and having no TV, while their loved-one followed a dream!) … and most importantly, the loyalty of our supporters – some who’ve recently joined us, and others who’ve been here since the beginning.

It goes without saying that, if you guys and gals hadn’t stuck with us through thick and thin, good times and bad, we wouldn’t be here today. And there’s no doubt about it: your belief in the Grapevine dream has produced some amazing results. We’ve now published well in excess of 50 million magazines (that still blows my mind!); we still have one of the highest magazine print-runs in the country; we’ve delivered free mags to pretty much every home in the country; more and more schools and early-childhood centres are signing up to our free bulk magazine campaign; the positive feedback is still pouring in; a brand-new, super-flash website will be live later this month; and, our little magazine just keeps getting better!

Can I remind you? You’ve played a huge part in these results! And can I encourage you? Keep partnering with us in our dream of giving Kiwi families a lift, all over New Zealand. Together, we can promote stable, loving relationships … tackle family hurts and headaches in a positive, helpful way … inject fun, hope and wholeness into homes all over the country!

So THANK YOU for your loyalty!

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