A Tribute to "Leben"
Dec 1, 1989 - June 20, 2001

Leben passed away suddenly on June 20th, 2001 at 11 1/2 years. old. He 
just had a nice swim at the beach and a walk back to the house the day before.

"Dog & Butterfly"

         "Leben" means "life" or "lively" in German.  My son, Jacob, wanted to call him Frisky" so I picked a similar word in German. His registered name was "Erleben Frieden" meaning "Live to See Peace"  because he was born the year the Berlin Wall was taken down. His favorite activity was playing catching games, especially with fire sparks, water, butterflies, and other flying insects. He will always be my "Butterfly Boy."  -Suzanne


 
        A Story About Leben
        Leben has recently been immortalized on a line of clothing apparel called "Blind Faith"  as I was commissioned to draw a portrait of his face with dark sunglasses on with the words "blind faith" above and below his image within two concentric rings.  A Chaplain at a VA hospital in Colorado had a life long dream of someday finding a kind German Shepherd that matched this image in his mind. He wanted to have it as his symbol for his ministry!   He contacted me when he saw my dog Leben on this website.  I was able to draw the image he saw in his mind and it made him very happy.  One night months later while I lay in bed, I heard a noise. I panicked and prayed it was nothing.  Then  to my surprise as I rested with my eyes closed in prayer, I saw  a real life  version of the drawing I did of Leben. Through the dark sunglasses on Leben's face I read his mind as his image wobbled closer and closer to me in the blackened night.  In his eyes through the sunglasses I heard him say these words, "fear not, for I am still your guardian, but now your guardian angel."  I smiled widely and finally opened my eyes.  I heard the noise again and realized it was just the sound of my new air conditioner draining water in the basement. 

The Life of Leben
Watervliet- age 10-11 / Salem, OR- age 8-9 / Mattawan- age 2-7 / Manchester -7 wk -2 yr / Paintings of Leben / Dog Poems


Paw Paw Lake, Watervliet, MI - 2000-2001
Leben at age 11 1/2 (May, 2001)
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Leben could barely sit up straight or walk any distance the last year of his life, but it didn't stop him from getting around and being close to me.  When I went downstairs to work in my studio, he would insist upon coming, and then try to lay so close to my chair I could hardly move.  When I went upstairs, he would try to follow. I learned to let him go first so that I could watch him in case he stumbled. One day as he was slowly climbing, his back legs trembling, he stopped and looked frantically back at me as if to say , "I don't think I can make another step. Now, what good am I to you, and what is there to do?"  I panicked in pain of the thought of having to put him to sleep soon, as others had said to me before. But then I got an idea!  "I know, " I said to myself.  "I'll use his back legs like the handles of a wheel barrel and see if that works."  So I held his ankles in my hands and said to him smiling and with confidence, "Go on , Leben, go on!  You can make it!  I gotcha, I gotcha!"  He looked back at me, beamed a big smile, then nodded his head in understanding and galloped up the stairs using all his might with his front legs. It worked perfectly from then on!   Wherever we were, if he found a step he couldn't make, he would wait for me to take his back legs and say, "I gotcha, Leben. I gotcha!"  In the winter we learned another trick - to use his big fat tail like a leash to hold up or steady his back legs so that he could walk through the snow and ice to go potty. Leben's love for and trust in me and other people grew immensely in his last year. Oh, what I would give to have just "One More Day" with my best and truest friend.
Leben swimming and enjoying the day on his beach
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Leben could play all day in the water if you let him. When he got the OK, he would bolt down the hill like a bullet to the lake - at first, when the neighbors saw him coming (all 110 pounds of him), they would brace themselves in fear, wondering where he was heading. But he'd go straight like an arrow into the water, hit it with a big splash, kick up his front feet, and make splashes all day, catching the water and swimming like an otter.  He'd jump, spread eagle, right off the dock too.  He was a sight to see!


Leben loved the water to death.
I liked to call him my "Big Guy."

Read the poem and listen to the song, "Real Life"   or  read my favorite Dog Poems

Next Page, Leben in Salem, Oregon

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