Once upon a time CC Trubiak had a dog named Karma. They say ‘man’s best friend is his dog’ and I can attest to that most definitely. As a family growing up, and as an adult I’ve always loved animals and had nice history of great pets over the years. See there was Maggie (the cat), Felix, Seymour, Saishia, Carl, Sheba… today there’s Doobie, Poppy and Smokie the dog…. but at one time there was just Karma.
In the early 90′s our family was on route back from Winnipeg. We stopped at a farm just outside of the city and picked her up to bring her all the way out to our Schist Lake home. Schist Lake was the perfect place to raise a dog because we never had to keep Karma on a leash; nor did we fear she’d run away. She was a naturally wild one yet she was loyal, loving and about as intelligent as a dog can be.
I was a fairly solitary kid in those days; I loved living out a Schist because it was a golden nature and by golly, nature is like being in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory to me – eye and ear candy all over the place with the sights and sounds of the lakes and the trees and all the paths on which I could walk on with my dog Karma by my side.
And Karma was indeed often by my side…. for 18 years our family included Karma; and how beloved she was by all of us. She was an incredibly loving dog, smart as they come. Any time I’d prepare to go for a walk along the dirt roads to clear my head, Karma would be there right by my side. I could talk to her. I could bounce my troubles off of her and she’d connect with my eyes and it always felt like in some way she could understand the dilemmas, or at least, how they might be affecting me. She knew when I was my usual contented self or in a state of distress. There were even times I’d stop and cry, down on my knees, troubled by things that felt very overwhelming – and Karma would trot back to me if she had been up ahead, and she would gently lick my tears and sit right there by my side… until I felt the strength to stand up again and continue on that dirt road. She really was a best friend. And I could always get back up again; we could always continue on and she’d have lifted my spirits.
Pictured below are two shots: one of Karma right around the time we would have picked her up as a puppy. Look at how small she was! The other is random shot taken of her and I when she was much older, I was on a visit in 1991 from Ottawa and she was begging me to put down my book and take her for one of those walks.
Once all of us left home Karma remained living at Schist with Mamma; like I said she lived for 18 years with us so you can imagine my mom’s pain when Karma did pass. Mom also describes Karma as her best friend – and I doubt that Karma could ever be replaced. Not entirely. There was a specialness to her; a gentle and wise knowing-ness that I miss to this day.
Here’s to all the dogs in the world who give us that gentle companionship and who even lick away our tears from time to time; waiting for us to pick ourselves up and continue our journey.
Love you Karma!! xoxoxox