Such a dog had to be reserved in advance. We waited for the puppy to be born, and then another eight weeks before bringing her home. I remember it clearly: my father went with me, and he was the first to lift Shirley into his arms. From that moment on, she became part of our family. However, only two weeks later, my father passed away suddenly. After the shock, confusion, and grief, it felt as though Shirley had been brought home by him, deliberately, to continue keeping us company. Beyond her sweetness and intelligence, she also has a remarkable ability to observe and understand. No matter what we have gone through, she has always been there, accompanying us and loving us. Time slips by like a white horse flashing past a crevice; Shirley is now eleven years old.
On New Year’s Eve, we brought Shirley with us to visit my parents at the cemetery. Their graves are located on a vast stretch of lawn to the north of the city. Shirley likes this cemetery very much. Each time we come, we let her off the leash so she can walk freely.
After we arrived, we placed the flowers, sat down casually, and spoke with my parents about some recent everyday matters. Shirley first wandered around on her own, then returned to us and lay quietly and comfortably beside the graves. We noticed that not far from us there was a newly buried grave, with two brand-new vases filled with fresh flowers and some clean water.
We had been sitting for about ten minutes when a pickup truck drove in and stopped not far from our car. An elderly man with white hair got out, carrying a plastic bucket filled with water. We nodded to him in greeting. He walked straight to the new grave, carefully poured some water into the vases, then, like us, sat down and began speaking to the grave in a manner similar to an everyday conversation. A trace of sadness crossed my mind; once again, a painful separation between the living and the dead.
Suddenly, Shirley jumped up and ran quickly toward the man. I tried to stop her with my hand but was not successful. I said to my daughter, “Go get Shirley quickly. Don’t let her disturb him.” From a distance, I saw Shirley run up to him, wagging her tail vigorously and reaching out with her front paws to interact with him. The man responded naturally and gently held her front paws and stroked her head, as if he were meeting a long-lost friend. After my daughter went over, she began talking with him. I could not hear what they were saying, but from their tone it sounded pleasant, even cheerful. Their conversation continued for a while, and Shirley kept interacting and playing with him naturally.
Finally, my daughter brought Shirley back. She said, “When I called Shirley, the man asked, ‘Is her name Shirley? My wife was also named Shirley. I lost her just a month ago. I didn’t expect to meet such a lovely dog named Shirley here. I believe my wife is quietly comforting me.’”
My tears came to my eyes. No one could have expected that when we brought Shirley to visit my parents today, there would be such an encounter—perhaps not entirely by chance. Somehow, love crossed the boundary between life and death, quietly comforting a heart that was grieving and longing. I held Shirley and kissed her. “How did you know to go to that man?” I asked.
Shirley is just such a precious dog. In the solemn and sorrowful atmosphere of a cemetery, she was able, in her own unique way, to form a deep spiritual connection with a stranger she had never met. We are fortunate that, after my father’s passing, we have been healed and comforted by Shirley again and again.
About the Author
Born in Hunan, China, and raised on the vast Gobi Desert of Gansu Province, Moon Tan developed a distinctive lens through which she views the world. Having lived in numerous cities across both China and the United States, she draws richly from these diverse experiences in her writing. She now resides in Shanghai.
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