Windsor King MacArthur, editor and main contributor to this blog, unexpectedly crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 18, 2008. He was at least 14 years old.
He succumbed to degenerative myelopathy, an insidious disorder of the spinal cord and nervous system for which there is no known cure.
His passing is not only a blow to his blog but also a great personal loss for me.
After eluding death in a shelter eight years ago, he spent the second half of his life as my faithful, ever present companion. Gentle, considerate, self-disciplined, with great love for people, a loyal paladin in good times and bad, my truly unique, irreplaceable best friend dedicated many of his later years to the rehabilitation of old, disadvantaged, aggressive dogs. His selfless service touched the lives of countless dogs leaving indelible impressions on theirs. The need for a wheelchair did not stop him. He passed away returning from rescue duty.
Windsor was a veritable service dog.
But most of all, Windsor will be remembered for his love of women. He spent his last truly happy lucid moments petted and caressed by a young female friend. He gave her his last broad, happy smile and his final joyous Boxer noises.
His euphoric smile and his jubilant
noises shall stand as his memorial in my heart.
And the changed lives of dogs he
touched bear witness to his greatness.
PJJ
