"I look at all the
people, and I love the ones I can, and I wonder if the dream will be or be
turned into sand.
…. I think I saw a
brand new light………and it says all men are brothers under the skin…………."
From the song Peace
in the Valley by Carole King
I met Oliver in my flyball world. My boys had run on his team a few times. He was a good,
happy soul. I never saw him get cross
with anyone, human or canine. His countenance always chimed, “Life is grand.
Give it all you got!”
When he
collapsed in the ring on Saturday morning many rushed to his aid. His teammates, his family, even their
competitors stopped what they were doing and worked together to save him. The
event came to a standstill while everyone mobilized to see what should be done
to save Oliver and support his family members and teammates. In the end, Ollie could not be saved. We don’t
know exactly why he died. We only know that his heart stopped, and, in spite of quick actions of the medical professionals who were
there that day, it would not restart. The mourning was apparent to every human in the arena and even the dogs seemed to know that the air was a little different.
Like most
communities, the flyball world is made of factions, each having its own philosophy,
methodology, and personalities. What we have in common usually isn’t enough to
ensure that we can all get along. Teams divide all the time, driven by different definitions of success, changing
needs, and/or somebody’s savage need to be “right” about one thing or another.
When Ollie went
down, the factions dissolved. People stepped up with caring actions, and even
emptied their pockets to help Oliver’s family pay the vet bill, knowing that
what happened to them could happen to any of us. While each player grieved in
his/her own way, thirty teams were united in tragedy. One of our own had
fallen, and, for a moment, we were all the same.
Rest in peace,
Ollie! Go get your ball!
Click on the video link to hear the song Peace in the Valley. I think this song describes our current world pretty well.
