Rhon (Ronny) du Castel d’Argent passed away on 9 September 2019.
And I feel lost without him.
He gave our family almost nineteen years of love and companionship and showed us the meaning of courage. For a little dog he had an enormous spirit and will to live.
Although he had an “aristocratic” name courtesy of his purebred lineage, he was always Ronny to us: funny, playful, sticking his nose in every possible corner of our home and always the sad, guilty look on his face when he peed, or pooped where no newspaper was to be found.
He was constantly by my side, especially during the first two years after I arrived in Switzerland as an American expat, newly married. I miss him brushing past my feet in the kitchen waiting for his dinner and taking his naps next to me on the sofa.
In the last few years of Ronny’s life, even with vision and hearing diminishing, he managed to overcome his challenges and knew every square inch of our home. The time came when he would need help finding his way at night and the floor would need a mopping, here and there. But we didn’t mind and Ronny remained happy. That was the most important thing — that he enjoyed being with us.
The day we dreaded would finally come. Old age caught up with Ronny and we were with him at the end as he gently left us for heaven.
His little soul will always be with us. And so it is fitting we keep him in our hearts, along with all of our departed loved ones, on this All Souls Day.
I will always hear the “tap, tap” of Ronny’s feet at 3am as he waits for me to guide him to his water bowl.
George Romanation 