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In Loving Memory of Freedom...


When you see the title, “Freedom Speaks”, you might wonder why I am putting it this way as he was the quietest of quiet dogs. He hardly ever barked, never wanted to be a bother, and was a sweetheart. Freedom was about 10 months old when the foster mom from a local rescue group brought him to our house.

I had asked to see about four dogs that weekend to replace Bandit who had died in April of 1996 and I was so unsure, as I really didn’t want to go through losing a dog again in death. I was scheduled to see them all on Saturday. This was Thursday, Thanksgiving day, and I got a call from the foster mom who wanted to bring him over. I told her maybe we should wait until Saturday. She said she needed to stop that day……… and if I only knew. He was so scared he shook. He probably had been a hard sell at Petsmart where they showed the dogs and she thought this was the way to get him adopted.

I remember saying he matched the color of the carpet (kind of a tan/gold) so his hair would not show up as much. I told her maybe I could make a decision after I saw the beagle on Saturday and then she told me how he had been hit by a car and had a broken ear drum and leg that had just healed and that is why he was skittish. She begged me to try him and she would take him back if it did not work. Boy did I have social worker listed on my forehead…… but I was an attorney also, but the heart kicked in before the logic. Okay.

Well, he hid under my dining room table for the first 3 days. Luckily, I had a leash on him that I could pull to get him outside to potty because when I put my hand under there, he growled. He came around in about a week. We named him Freedom as he deserved to feel free from all that fear and stress he had had from living on the streets and I was going to help him fell FREE.

He really blossomed when I got my second dog, Skye, a little girl about two years younger, full of spunk, confident, and happy to have him as a big brother. She was his soul mate and best friend. Being the young man he was, he wanted to hump her one day. She generally would not put up with this, but being the smart boy he was, he traded a pork chop bone for the privilege and she succumbed. They stayed best friends until she died in January of 2010. He truly missed her and became more dependent on me (I guess I was his Skye connection for a short time).

Freedom would look at you with such wonderful commitment; like you were his best friend and he would always be loyal. He was an angel dog, one of the best dog’s ever and if I had not gotten by his initial fear (which put me back a little at first), I would have lost so much. Instead I gained a steadfast heart and one of the best loves of my life.

All my dogs have theme songs that I would sing to them. Here is Freedom’s:

Me & Freedom McGee Lyrics

Busted flat in Canton, waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Freedom thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to the Akron scenes.

I pulled my hairpin out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Freedom yelped the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Freedom's paw in my hand,
We sang every song that the driver ever knew.

Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he yelped the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Freedom McGee.

From the Ironton Ohio coal mines to the Cleveland lack of sun,
Hey, Freedom shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,
Hey Freedom doggie? kept me from the cold.

One day as he got older, I let him slip away,
He's looking for heaven and I know he finds it,
But I'd trade some of my tomorrows for just one yesterday
To be holding Freedom’s paw in my hand.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean Nothing if you ain't free,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he felt the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Freedom McGee.

La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la Freedom McGee.
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, Freedom McGee, la.

La La la, la la la la la la,
La La la la la la la la la, ain`t no bumb on my Freedom McGee yeah.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now Freedom now, Freedom McGee, yeah.
Yeah! Whew!

Freedom, please say “Hi” to Skye for me. I hope she welcomes you in Heaven with open paws. Maybe she will have a pork chop bone for you!

Loved Much
January 1, 1996 to June 15, 2012


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