September 02, 2016

Good night, sweet prince!


It is with great sadness that I report the passing of Arpad the Great, the Great Pyrenees security chief of Goat Rope Farm. We enjoyed him for 8 years. He died of an apparent heart attack in his sleep while fighting off a persistent infection.


He had the great combination of being protective but non-aggressive and he was loved by those who knew him as a genial goof. He also enjoyed dragging deer carcases into the yard for a little snack.

It won't be the same place without him. May he be reborn in the Pure Land of Amida Buddha where he can work towards final liberation under the most favorable circumstances.

As Horatio said in Hamlet, "Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"

7 comments:

Elizabeth Gaucher said...

Oh, my dear sweet Arpad. You were one in........you were The One.

Jamie Gaucher said...

I will forever be in love with Arpad. Peace be with you.

MadAnne said...

I'm so sorry

Jim said...

Arpad abides. I am so sorry. He was the best dog ever.

Autumn said...

Arpad was one of the greatest joys of my time in West Virginia--and that puts him up there with falling in love with my husband. I have missed him for years. May his good heart and deeds of love hasten his path to liberation.

Antipode said...

So sorry to hear. Walking in the woods with Arapad was like sitting in a restaurant with some amiable mafia guys. You felt protected and honored. Felt lucky to know him.

El Cabrero said...

Thanks for all the kind words about Arpad!