Hudson has lost another great dog: Lulu, the Basenji.
The last time I saw Lulu was in October at the Blessing of the Animals at Christ Church. She was there with her human; I was there with a picture of William, who then, well past sixteen, was too feeble to present himself in the frail flesh to be blessed. Unrelenting rain had forced the animals seeking blessing indoors, and the scene in the Parish Hall, with Lucy and Desi's extended family of Schnauzer pups all reunited for blessing, was bedlam. Ever the diva, Lulu, then almost fifteen, tried to remain aloof and disdainful of the cacophony of barking that surrounded her (Basenjis, of course, do not bark), but her human confided to me, "Lulu must think she has died and gone to hell."
As we human dog partners who write are wont to do, Lulu's human wrote about her often. This post written on the occasion of her fourteenth birthday, on New Year's Eve 2013, is filled with loving memories of the lovely Lulu: "Happy Birthday, Lulu!"
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