Marshall Ramsey

Banjo the dog

As you might have read, our beloved little Border Terrier Banjo passed away Saturday night. He went to his final sleep in my wife’s arms — and we miss him very much.  I’ve had seven dogs in my life and loved each one of them with everything I had. But this one really got into my heart.  He had a popular Twitter site and had many fans all around the world. I’m blessed he was in my life for so many years.  He was a friend, a buddy and a muse.  Here are a few of the stories he inspired:

The Little Brown Dog Who Could: The dog had an incredible spirit.

All for the Love of a Dog: A few thoughts on why I love my little dog so much.

Terrier: The life of a little brown dog.

Banjo and the Attack of the Squirrels Part 1: A Banjo-inspired short story.

Banjo and the Attack of the Squirrels Part 2: The conclusion.

Banjo: An appreciation in light of vet bills.

Banjo’s Advice: What I learned from my tough little terrier.

The Adventures of Moses the Terrier: An Exodus story with dogs.

Requiem for a Terrier: Banjo’s obituary.

This is a re-post in honor of the life of dog Banjo.  He’s was wisest dog I know and a good friend.

Banjo the dog and I are sitting here, drinking a cup of hot tea (he does pretty well holding a cup for not having opposable thumbs) and carrying on a discussion about what we’ve learned from the last month.  We’ve both had a rough month — my job status changed and he lost his soul-mate Molly the dog.  He gave me some really good advice and I thought I’d share his words with you.

1. Always be positive.  A dog that wags his tail gets more pets than a growling one.

2. Blaming yourself for something you had no control over is as fruitless as chasing your tail.

3. Always bury a few bones for a rainy day.

4. Your real friends are the ones who still will pet you when you roll in crap.

5. Just because someone puts a collar on you doesn’t mean they own you.

6. Cherish the moment. The treat. The nap. The walk. The scratch behind the ear.

7. If you want friends, be a friend.  How do I know this? I’m man’s best friend aren’t I?

8. Always be excited when someone you care about comes home. Greet them accordingly. When they leave, act like it is the biggest tragedy ever.

9. Fiercely protect your territory. Your people. Your pack.

10. Happiness may or not be a warm puppy, but it works for me.

Banjo

“If there are no dogs in Heaven,
then when I die I want to go
where they went.” Will Rogers

My wife Amy held him as he went to sleep for the last time. The biggest heart I’ve ever known stopped beating.  And at that exact moment, our hearts were broken.

Banjo the Border Terrier was gone.

Another pancreatic storm had viciously struck; this time even as he was medicated.  The vet called us at 9:30 p.m. and the family went over to say goodbye.  He died surrounded by his pack– the people he loved most.

Dogs are like snowflakes: No two are alike. And Banjo was definitely one of a kind. What he may have lacked in brains, he made up for in heart. He was the kind of dog who always wanted to be with you.  If you were on the couch, he was right there. If you were crying, he would try to comfort you.  He greeted you when you got home like you were the Allies liberating Paris — Never has there been such daily jubilation.  He was fiercely protective of his territory and his pack. Lord help a squirrel or dog who entered our yard.

The first time I saw him was when he was six. He was a rescue dog and we were his adoptive family there to meet him. He walked across the breeder’s tile basement floor to greet us. I’ll always remember the big Border Terrier grin on his face.

It was love at first sight.

He loved sleeping next to my then-infant middle son. The two of them developed a special bond.  My son was Banjo’s boy.  My son is devastated today.

And so am I.  Like my wife and I told my son, this is the hardest part of pet ownership. It’s so difficult to say goodbye to a creature who becomes a member of your family. But we know that eventually another dog will come into our lives. There is no way we would miss out on that kind of love.

He lived 14 1/2 years — a good run for a terrier.  It’s an even more amazing run when you consider he battled diabetes for his last four years. That was a daily challenge for us as pet owners. It was a battle to make sure we regulated his blood sugar correctly. In the end, pancreatitis caused him to suffer.  He suffered a bad bout of it a year ago and the storms started coming more frequently.  Stress and worry caused flair ups. So did diet. He nearly died a month ago from an vicious attack that caused his diabetes to go out of control.  That left him weakened. Another attack Friday night nearly killed again.  He recovered just enough for my family to get home from a trip.  And then a third attack ravaged him again last night.  Hunched over, glassy eyed, whimpering and hardly unable to stand, he told us it was time.

We could not allow him to suffer any more.

Thanks to everyone for your love, prayers and support of our amazing dog. He was my buddy, my friend and at times my muse.  I’ve owned several great dogs in my lifetime. None have touched my heart quite the same way as Banjo.

Good night Banjo. I worry about you because I know how much you must miss your pack. But know that we’ll always love you. And we look forward to the day we can rub your  soft ears once again.