You probably know by now that I love words. They inspire me every day, and my livelihood depends on them.
When I decided to adopt my first dog 13 years ago, I had already thought long and hard about what word to name him. He would be called Argos.
In Homer's Odyssey–my all-time favorite book–the loyal and faithful dog Argos is the only one to recognize King Odysseus when he finally returns to his homeland after 20 years. Odysseus had raised Argos as a puppy. During Odysseus's absence, Argos had been neglected, but he remained loyal to his master to the end.
Thirteen years ago I adopted a smart and adorable Labrador retriever puppy and named him Argos. What I didn't know then but learned over time was just how apt his name was. Modern-day Argos was as loyal, faithful, and noble as his ancient namesake. He was my companion and best friend, and I can honestly say that I am a better person today for having had him in my life.
Sadly, my Argos died suddenly last week. Fortunately, he died peacefully in his bed at home and didn't suffer.
For once, words fail me in expressing my sadness over Argos's passing. But his name and memories live on.