I never really knew where Ludo came from. He was dumped by the canal and wandered around looking for shelter until rescued by the good folks at Windyways Animal Shelter and adopted by my friend Sally.
Ludo (the name Sally gave him) carried no ID and his teeth were ground almost to his gums, a clear indication he’d been locked up for much of his life. His matted coat and infected ears suggested a total lack of care. Clearly Ludo had faired badly in his relationship with people.
I anticipated social/aggression issues given his prolonged period of incarceration and was wary of having him attend class.
I need not have worried. His calm demeanour was infectious. Ludo brought serenity to all around him. He did it with humans too.
Twenty minutes in Ludo’s company was like a day with the Dalai Lama.
When things got really hectic I sat with Ludo and relaxed in his presence.
Ludo had more dignity than any person I ever met. He demanded nothing, simply grateful for life. That life ebbed away today, his body finally surrendering to the years of neglect. I held his paw until he left us.
I’ve known a great many people in my life but never one as spiritual as Ludo. He lived in the moment, embraced life, bore no grudges and respected all.
When I die it’s to his heaven I want to go.