Our Tripawd Wyatt Ray is one year gone, and impossible to forget all of his wild antics, loud bark, and good times we shared in twelve years.
There’s a lot that can happen in a year. 2020 got off to a ruff start for everyone. We had no idea about the heartache it had in store for us. And now, our Tripawd is one year gone and impossible to forget.
Wyatt Ray Had a Lot to Say, and Always Will
Twelve years went by in a flash. We traveled a long way together.
We still find it hard to believe that this dog who tested our patience but never our love, is no longer laying next us while we work.
Or riding in the back of the truck while we roam.
He was always ready to work.
Or make us laugh like the big goofball that he was.
He only had three, but Wyatt always wanted to lend a paw. Like last August, he seemed to know that his granddad was getting ready to move on, and spent a lot of time by his side.
Maybe Wyatt sensed that by the end of the year, those two snarky old dudes would be together forever.
Some people worry they will forget how their Tripawd sounds, or felt. I’m pretty sure we won’t ever. Nor will the neighborhood dogs he visited last year while we stayed with his grandpawrents.
Long live Wyatt Ray Dawg. There will never be another one like him.
Tour the wild stretch of desert where we installed Wyatt Ray Dawg’s memorial sign, dedicated to his incredible life on the road.
Wyatt spent almost all of his life on the road. He traveled coast-to-coast several times, and all the way to Alaska. That boy saw more places than most people get to enjoy during their lives.
Wild Wyatt Whispers in the Wind
When it came time to crate a memorial marker, it was only fitting that Admin created a design that reflects his wandering spirit. Take a look.
Since we are perpetual nomads, we don’t have a backyard where we can place a memorial marker. So we installed the sign in the wild stretch of desert where we have spent winter for the last few years. It’s across from our favorite RV park, in a very sweet pet memorial area where Wyatt took his last stroller ride. This is a place where the coyotes yip and yowl every night of the week, where we lay in bed under the stars and listen to echoes of Wyatt’s spirit dancing in the wind.
The sign was made possible by our very generous Tripawds family members who chipped in for a group gift. Thank you so much, you know who you are! And the chimes in the soundtrack are a beautiful tribute gift from longtime Tripawds friend Heather. Wyatt’s marker was designed by Admin but made by Hicks Graphics.
Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt Ray Dawg ponders the concept of time on his first birthday at the Rainbow Bridge.
Hey everyone, bet you didn’t think you’d hear from me again huh? Well, after all these years you should know I can’t keep quiet very long. Especially because today is my first birthday at the Bridge!
Oh wait, I’m not one years old. In human years, I would have turned twelve today. At least we think today is that day, it’s all just a big guess. But really who cares? A number is just a number and that date or number of years really doesn’t matter to me. I’m just happy that I got a chance to wear my earth clothes for the time that I did!
My mom is sad today and I wish she would see things my way. There’s something about marking time that gets you humans all worked up. But you know, guys, that dogs and cats don’t keep calendars. We really don’t care how many months, years, or days have gone by.
All that matters to us is that each day is spent doing something we love, with the pack mates we care about most. Now, are you doing that today? I sure hope so. Because if you were wondering what to get me for a birthday present, that’s all I want; for you humans to Be More Dog and learn to live every day to the max. Got it? Good!
Hoppy Pawlidays from Wyatt’s Christmas Star as it lights up the pawlidays for all our Tripawd heroes and angels.
Was the Christmas Star sending a Hoppy Pawlidays message from Wyatt Ray? We’d sure like to think so!
Wishing Tripawd A Hoppy Pawliday, from Angel Wyatt Ray
It would be just like Wyatt to instigate a ruckus in the heavens. This week’s Christmas Star convergence of Jupiter and Saturn was almost certainly caused by Wyatt stirring up trouble at the Rainbow Bridge.
After all, Wyatt loved Christmas celebrations! And why shouldn’t he? That dawg got spoiled rotten every year.
Santa Paws was always good to him, no matter how many shirts he ate, or Thanksgiving pies he stole before we got the chance to eat ’em. That boy always knew how to win everyone over, eventually!
Wyatt Ray, thank you for so many years lighting up our pawlidays. Even though your Christmas star was quite spectacular this week (thank you!), the holiday is mighty quiet down here.