Erin patiently waiting at door
From an early age Erin was actively socialized and being molded into the special dog whom would eventually be canine ambassador to the world. Enrolled in numerous obedience courses at the tender age of six month; they were all passed with relative ease thus I felt comfortable enough to venture out in public places with an adolescent dog attached to my side. The Gallery Espresso in downtown historic Savannah was discovered on a leisurely stroll and it became a regular haunt for over a decade after being informed the establishment allowed obedient dogs inside if they remained leashed at all times. Erin quickly became a common sight on the premise and the friendly staff took a special interest in her; she loved the attention heaped upon her whether from an employee, customer, or a fellow canine. There was little doubt when another dog wandered inside with its owner as my outstretched arm felt afire by the overly excited kid at the other end of the leash; with unlimited endurance and the instinct to socialize we had to say hello to all four-legged friends.
This independent coffee shop was the first establishment to welcome Erin with open arms thus was most beneficial to the early development of her social and obedience skills. Much credit is given to the bustling environment as it accelerated her tolerance of large crowds, undisciplined children pawing her, and loud abrupt noises; all of which she mastered on the way to being a certified therapy dog. The owner and employees became part of our extended family and along the way they shared in her many achievements and milestones, wacky adventures, and expressed concern when a medical issue arose. Newspaper clippings featuring Erin and her therapy dog bookmark somehow became attached to the fridge for all to see; that made me very proud and happy. She showed up to brighten the life's of the employees and customers alike and the feeling was quite mutual as that beaming grin told everyone she was a girl who came to socialize and maybe gain a few dog biscuits in the process :) In jest it was said she was the Gallery Espresso's mascot and that was probably true as no other creature had such admirers or a profound effect upon the establishment as a whole.
Over the years many dogs trod indoors upon Erin's turf but most never returned after their initial appearance; they would bark or whimper, leap upon the couches, counter surf, or perform other undesirable behaviors. Whenever a dog acted unruly the owner (Judy) and I would exchange glances as if to say "that animal must go" meanwhile I was glowing inside with pride as my girl lay near my feet napping or patiently waiting for attention or food from a soft-hearted tourist. Erin attended many art exhibits on the property; she was invited as her social reputation was beyond pristine and in truth, she usually behaved better than most humans including myself. We scoped out the hanging pieces of art while taking advantage of the free wine and platters of food, when nobody was looking I'd toss her chunks of cheese or a variety of meats that disappeared in an instance; we were the live action version of Scooby and Shaggy. There were always friends at these gatherings and none were surprised to see Erin whom ventured where other dogs only dreamt of; the mental image of her knocking over a table of food thankfully never occurred and everyone went home fat and happy.
In Loving Memory
The morning following Erin's passing I went to The Gallery Espresso but for the first time I had a heavy heart walking through the doorway; my happiness was replaced with sorrow and grief. Wearing dark shades and in obvious emotional distress I stumbled to the counter. "Where's Erin?" inquired Judy. Unable to speak I shook my head as if everything was a bad dream. "She's gone" is all I could manage in reply. "She's gone" I reiterated and then it hit home for the staff whom came around for a tearful embrace. What a somber scene it was as the events of the medical nightmare were retold; Erin visited less than 48 hours before thus it was a shock that she was now deceased. It was my desire to inform Judy and her staff before anyone else since they had been so good to her and made us most welcome for almost a decade; from the cradle to the grave sums up the relationship very nicely. In one final gesture the staff prominently displayed the tribute article to Erin in the Savannah newspaper; it was hung for all who entered to see and it was touching in many ways. These days every hint of her physical existence is gone but not in the hearts of those she touched and those numbers are many. For myself, the visits aren't as frequent without Erin but I still make appearances to say hello to our friends and friends they'll always remain... RIP Erin!!
She was a kind soul that touched the hearts of so many. I've never read about a companion who not only blessed her owner's hearts but so many in the community. Touching post.
ReplyDelete"We were the live action version of Scooby and Shaggy" - I love that line! I can just picture the two of you at an art show or in the coffee house.
ReplyDeleteThis post brought smiles and tears.
Great photos with this post of the two of you. What an honor that the coffee house hung the article about Erin in their shop.
I miss Erin and have never met her!
Keep up the posts....
I totally thought this post was going to go somewhere else with the name Coffe Shop Girl. I'm so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDelete@Jessica Her ability to impact people was special and her reach was wide. Thanks for visiting!!
ReplyDelete@Mari I couldn't refuse those eyes so generally I'd give her whatever I could steal from the trays LOL
Glad you like the pics, the one of her staring in the door is one of my alltime faves. Patiently she'd wait for me to return or race inside if anyone cracks the door lol Thanks for stopping by!!
@Loerzels Nope this blog continues to focus on Erin. Thanks for swinging by :)
That must have been so hard, telling your coffee shop friends. You showed real courage and sensitvity to do that.
ReplyDeleteI'm crying, and I never even met her.
Hugs,
Orea
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I don't think I've ever know a therapy dog and owner have such an impact of their community as you did. The ripples continue to extend throughout time...
ReplyDeleteDavid - Erin certainly seemed to a gift of knowing how to love and allowing herself to be loved and you were a lucky man to have had her - as she was to have had you!
ReplyDelete@Orea It was very difficult relating the news but it had to be done unfortunately. From there I visited several other places which we frequented for years to inform them, didn't friends hearing the news later in the day from secondhand sources. Thanks for caring about Erin!!
ReplyDelete@Elizabeth Thank you so much for the nice comment!! She was a good therapy dog but I will admit great friend to me and so many others :)
@Corinne She was born to love and touch hearts, a special creature for sure. We were both blessed to have each other...perfect union!!
Sad when your dog passes on. Got a few years left with our mut who I take to work everday where she is my constant companion, welcoming all my customers. One morning walking to work with her, I realized we probably have another 4, maybe 5 years together. And resolved I would retire on the day she goes.
ReplyDeleteI don't thnk I could bear a day at work without her.
Such are the bonds that are formed.
Its really hard when he passed off. But he owned the heart of the local community who live there !! Im sure he ll be remembered forever !!
ReplyDeleteDavid...this story reminded me of Greyfriar's Bobby...and how he touched the hearts of people. In many ways the Gallery Expresso was Erin's Greyfriar's. Everyone who knew her, loved her and looked for her at the Gallery. The photo of her looking in the door is priceless. What a gift that she worked her way in through those doors with her own magic ways. Her love of people.
ReplyDeleteEvery story carries the magic of her personality woven into the words and shown visually through the photo's. In this story...I can feel your pride in Erin's demeanor...she always knew what to do...
Her memorial at the Gallery was beautiful..you could tell that she was so loved by all who knew her. You may never know all the people that she touched in a day...she is "Joy"...she would kiss away our tears on that sad day.
@Jim Our bonds with beloved animals are special. Hope you receive many more years of joy with your current co-worker :)
ReplyDelete@Sheri She* touched many hearts and she will be remembered for many years
@Raven Never heard of Greyfriar but after reading it I find it a touching story and I see the similarities in the two. She basically owned the Gallery for years as it was on our downtown jaunt. She was much loved!!
P.S. I'm in the Gallery at this moment,some things must go on :)
you made me weep.
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Davis..I am so happy you still frequent the Gallery..it would have been another loss for all your friends there if you had stopped going. Even though it would be hard...I think you find solace there as the people understand your relationship with Erin...
ReplyDeleteI actually know some dogs who failed obedience school, free spirits who had a mind of their own and wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. At least YOU had an angel-dog.
ReplyDeleteOne of my friends, Sonya, used to take her dog into the Luna Bean
Coffee Bar every day. Not only did she grace the place with her presence at art shows, but she even attended contemplative prayer, held in the back room - and I could’ve sworn I spotted her praying. Talk about getting some luv heaped on her, that dog, like Erin, became an overnight superstar everywhere she went.
I can only imagine how hard it was for you to return to The Gallery Espresso after Sweet Thing’s departure, with all the happy memories of your visits there together. RIP dear Erin.
You had a great dog...so sorry for your loss but you two were definitely both lucky to have had each other. Your story got me emotional and embraced my dear companion here called Hamlet. My blog is also named after her.
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