The water splashes as I dive into the lagoon. A blue vest is on the old girl, as she waits intently on the dock looking towards the body swimming in circles. Down. She sits looking on, watching, and waiting. Down. She sits back down.
I go under and pop back up. She is at attention, barking. Down. She sits in anticipation. Down. Down. I go under and pop my head back up above the waterline. Attention! She stands at the docks edge barking. Attention. Attention. She knows what’s next. Search. Search. I dive under and go down about 10ft. I hear the compression of the water splashing. I hear the legs thumping and racing towards my location. She’s circling above. The water undulates with the constant circling, and the compression of the four legs thumping in the water as they splash. I reach up with my arm and she grabs my wrist with her jaws and clamps down and starts pulling. My other hand reaches up as she releases and rams her neck into mine just above my shoulder and pushes. I reach up and she clamps down on my shirt and pulls.
No words are needed; she already knows what to do. We work our way back to the dock; I hear her snorts resonating through the water as she has a firm clamp on my shirt. We reach the dock and she still has the clamp on my shirt as if I were to slip back into the water’s abyss. Release. Release. Release. She lets go and looks up at me and starts licking my face as we are on the ramp, half in and half out of the water. Good girl, good girl, great job girl, you did a great job girl. Up. Up. She walks up the ramp and shakes off the water. Down. Down. She sits down next to me waiting patiently to get back into water.
I sit next to her and she just stares back with her unmistakable look of unconditional love. She was a beautiful yellow lab and I still miss her; any time I think about her I have to fight back the tears. She had a bigger heart than most humans with whom I have come into contact.
With love Sandy, I will always remember.