{"id":1722,"date":"2021-03-03T21:05:52","date_gmt":"2021-03-03T21:05:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/excrcl.com\/?p=1722"},"modified":"2021-03-03T21:05:52","modified_gmt":"2021-03-03T21:05:52","slug":"a-tribute-to-the-queen-of-good","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/excrcl.com\/?p=1722","title":{"rendered":"A Tribute to the Queen of Good"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Millie always brought you a gift when you got home. It could be an old shoe, a book, even someone&#8217;s homework. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She loved to ride in the car, though anything above her cruising speed, 35 miles per hour, was too fast for her. With her long eyelashes and eyebrows, I suspected that riding was the only time she could fully see. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Millie was messy, with a constantly slimy beard, burs in her fur, and muddy feet. But she was beautiful. And when you told her she was beautiful, she&#8217;d look at you with eyes that said, &#8220;I know it.&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Millie loved to sing. She&#8217;d sit at my dad&#8217;s feet under the piano and croon to whatever he played, though she was particularly affected by minor chords. Her favorite song was Billy Joel&#8217;s, &#8220;The Ballad of Billy the Kid.&#8221; We called it The Ballad of Millie the Kid. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Millie contracted cancer in the fall of 2019. It was devastating for the whole family. I spent much of Thanksgiving tearfully thinking about her, wishing I could hold her, but I was in Colorado. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>By the time Christmas came, all I wanted was to go home to see her. I tried to spend as much time as possible with her, praying it wouldn&#8217;t be the last time I held her heavy, dirty paws and pressed my face against her big, meatball-like nose. Sadly, the hug goodbye was the last time I felt her wiry white fur against my skin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was Super Tuesday and the U.S. had not heeded the COVID warnings yet. I was home, cooking a late dinner, when I got the call. It sucked the air out of my lungs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am so fortunate to not have lost any relatives who were particularly close to me. But Millie &#8212; losing Millie was like losing a sister. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t concentrate at work. I had cried the whole night through. I barely kept it together when my co-workers gave small, sympathetic smiles. I drove away, toward family friends in the mountains, and sobbed to The Ballad of Billy the Kid. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I haven&#8217;t been able to listen to that song since. Every time it comes on shuffle, I skip it. My dad and I tried to play it on piano and drums over Christmas, and we couldn&#8217;t do it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We called Millie &#8220;the Queen of Good,&#8221; because she was the sweetest, most genuine dog we have ever had the great fortune to know. If I think about Millie too much, tears always come to my eyes. No other dog in my life has made me feel this way, and I&#8217;m not sure another dog will. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I miss Millie immeasurably, but I know she is free of pain wherever she is, eating her favorite cereal, Cracklin&#8217; OatBran, galloping across green fields, and taking many car rides. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sometimes I think I don&#8217;t know what love is; then I think of her. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p class=\"text-justify\">Millie always brought you a gift when you got home. It could be an old shoe, a book, even someone&#8217;s homework. 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