This is the memorial of our dearest Rufus. A rescue at the age of 1, he was an unusually calm, compassionate pup. His quaint demeanour made him the perfect dog for a young apartment dwelling couple. |
His instinctive passion for hunting squirrels was, as soon as realized, nurtured and encouraged in the perfect setting: a grove of trees, surrounded by fields, across the street from his home. He spent the prime years of his life doing what he loved and doing it well: Lawfully, and humanely removing over one hundred specimens of the invasive species "Sciurus carolinensis" the Eastern grey squirrel, from a habitat that it was not intended for. Nothing gave him more joy than doing his duty, or his owners more joy than seeing him happily fulfilling it. An instinctive freedom that not many dogs live to realize.
Rufus also enjoyed many adventures in his life, living in Manning park, B.C. for some time with a generous amount of freedom to roam, the memories of his wild encounters there will only be known to him. (And probably for the best).
Rufus was content to float on an air mattress in the middle of a beautiful lake in the summer, walk the mountainous snowshoe trails in winter, or stand on the river banks in the fall, happily pulling out salmon onto the beach, upstaging his master while fishing. He even slept comfortably in his own hammock once, hanging just below me in my own, on
In his later years, Rufus was content living a more relaxed lifestyle, in a house with a yard and a lawn to lie on in the sun, always close to his favourite park or trail system.
Rufus will be dearly missed as a dog who loved his life in the outdoors just as much as his life indoors, cuddling up on the couch, or hogging the bed. His cute, inquisitive, look will be in our memories forever and his smile will never be forgotten.
Thank you for the memories, little buddy. We all love you.