They might not need me; but they might.
I’ll let my head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
Teddy lived in London with my mother, Christa. He was the fourth beagle that she has rescued from the terrible trials and confusions of abandonment. Preceding Teddy are the wonderful characters of Sam, Jamie and Bertie. It’s hard to describe the outpouring of love that Christa has given these little creatures and how marvelous it was to watch how each of them slowly recovered from their turmoil in the caring refuge of her home. Teddy had a good memory… each time I visited London, Teddy recognized me, sometimes after being away for a year or more. I got the sense that he was just trying to work it all out, just like you and I. He had problems and challenges, but when he understood that he had done something wrong, he genuinely tried to apologize. I think this is what a loving human gives to an animal – an understanding of love itself and the responsibilities that it must embrace if it is to grow. Teddy died yesterday after a sudden illness. I have no doubt that he is playing with the other dogs under the supervision of my brother, William.