The elusive Hrududu
Looking through all the photos of Hrududu the other day, I noticed that few are crystal clear and most aren’t even in focus. Those that are fairly clear tend to lack detail, but it doesn’t matter. Why not? Because it is not the form that matters; it is the substance. If you knew the Hru dog, you’d know what I mean. His was a rare spirit that could not be captured on film.
When I first spotted Hru at the SPCA, it was not the small black body with large white paws or the disproportionately large head that caught my attention. It was his spirit. It spoke to me saying, I need someone to love me unconditionally. Out of the many dogs to choose from, I knew he needed me and I, perhaps, needed him.
Hru needed someone to understand his special needs and he had a lot of special needs. He spent many nights with his head in my lap as I comforted him, protected him from the loud noises outside including demon fireworks on the Fourth of July. He needed someone who would spend countless hours cleaning his ears of waxy buildup and apply ointment to his rheumy eyes without complaint.
Ask me about the haircuts I gave to him because no dog groomer would touch him. He refused to sit still for more than two minutes at a time or let you touch his paws at all. So I gave him haircuts and loved him for the four hours it took to completely groom him.
One morning, Robin and I woke to see the side gate open and the Hru dog gone. I jogged up and down every street looking for him. I finally found him sitting on a lawn about a mile from our house and looking lost. When he spotted me, he let out a howl that I recognized as uniquely Hru. Then all 80 pounds of him bounded down the lawn and flew into my arms. We jogged home, side by side, with smiles on our faces.
We loved each other very much. Take a good look at his photo above. Wouldn’t you have loved him too? His was a rare spirit indeed.