P. J. O'Rourke - The End of An Era
P.J. O'Rourke
July 4, 2000 - September 22, 2015
This week I lost my friend and writing companion. It's been a long and happy partnership, and my friend was tired - it was time to say goodbye.
My journey with Rourke began when we brought home a new puppy, an Irish Terrier. Rourke began life in the heart of the British Columbia mountains. I would joke about his "dual citizenship" for his sire was an American dog and Rourke was born on the fourth of July. But none of that mattered much to Rourke. What mattered to him was having his people close, having a bit of fun in the day - a game or two or maybe three, getting into a bit of mischief and going for that daily walk.
We wanted a good solid Irish name so we named him after one of my husband's favourite author's at that time, P. J. O'Rourke.
Rourke was a good traveller from the beginning and where we went, at least on our
He was there when my first book, From the Dust was published in 2007 and through the writing journey thats followed with all its twists and turns. He's accompanied me on fifteen years of idea laden walks. Every morning he made sure that I took a break from writing to go on those walks. There he strolled by my side, sniffing trees and shrubs, running ahead and always game to keep extending the walk to sniff one more tree and then one more. In later years, our walks were slower but he still enjoyed every moment of the new sights and smells and the simple joy of being together.
There was ritual attached to my writing. Every morning I would get my coffee and Rourke would follow me downstairs to my office where he would settle on his oversized dog bed. It was a bed we'd brought home from a trip despite the good-natured griping of my husband at the size of it and the room it took, never mind the fact that we had to haul it thousands of miles. My office looks empty without Rourke laying on that big dog bed. Sometimes I can imagine he's still there.
Through the ups and downs of establishing a writing career, Rourke was one of the constants. When I was accepted by Harlequin intrigue I didn't know it but his time here was dwindling. I like to think that he stuck around to see me become a Harlequin author and once that was accomplished, Rourke saw it as a time to let go.
I know that'll I'll never know the truth of that but but what I know for sure is that a little over a week before he died, the lameness he was experiencing was diagnosed as something much worse, bone cancer. He spent his last week being held and pampered, the king of his domain, as he always was, and as loving as he had always been. The end was peaceful in my arms, just as he arrived in our life as a small puppy over fifteen years ago.
Rest well, sweet Rourke. Enjoy the stories from afar.
Ryshia
ryshiakennie.com
Rourke's Salmon Biscuits 1 can salmon (about 200 grams)1/2 cup waterpinch of dilla dash or two of lemon
a dash of pepper bake at 325 - flip the cookies after thirty minutes
and continue to bake for another half hour.Turn off oven but leave cookies in the oven until it cools. Cookies will harden just a bit morehttp://ryshiakennie.com
https://twitter.com/#!/ryshiakennie
This week I lost my friend and writing companion. It's been a long and happy partnership, and my friend was tired - it was time to say goodbye.
My journey with Rourke began when we brought home a new puppy, an Irish Terrier. Rourke began life in the heart of the British Columbia mountains. I would joke about his "dual citizenship" for his sire was an American dog and Rourke was born on the fourth of July. But none of that mattered much to Rourke. What mattered to him was having his people close, having a bit of fun in the day - a game or two or maybe three, getting into a bit of mischief and going for that daily walk.
We wanted a good solid Irish name so we named him after one of my husband's favourite author's at that time, P. J. O'Rourke. Rourke was a good traveller from the beginning and where we went, at least on our
He was there when my first book, From the Dust was published in 2007 and through the writing journey thats followed with all its twists and turns. He's accompanied me on fifteen years of idea laden walks. Every morning he made sure that I took a break from writing to go on those walks. There he strolled by my side, sniffing trees and shrubs, running ahead and always game to keep extending the walk to sniff one more tree and then one more. In later years, our walks were slower but he still enjoyed every moment of the new sights and smells and the simple joy of being together.
There was ritual attached to my writing. Every morning I would get my coffee and Rourke would follow me downstairs to my office where he would settle on his oversized dog bed. It was a bed we'd brought home from a trip despite the good-natured griping of my husband at the size of it and the room it took, never mind the fact that we had to haul it thousands of miles. My office looks empty without Rourke laying on that big dog bed. Sometimes I can imagine he's still there.
Through the ups and downs of establishing a writing career, Rourke was one of the constants. When I was accepted by Harlequin intrigue I didn't know it but his time here was dwindling. I like to think that he stuck around to see me become a Harlequin author and once that was accomplished, Rourke saw it as a time to let go.
I know that'll I'll never know the truth of that but but what I know for sure is that a little over a week before he died, the lameness he was experiencing was diagnosed as something much worse, bone cancer. He spent his last week being held and pampered, the king of his domain, as he always was, and as loving as he had always been. The end was peaceful in my arms, just as he arrived in our life as a small puppy over fifteen years ago.
Rest well, sweet Rourke. Enjoy the stories from afar.
Ryshia
ryshiakennie.com
Rourke's Salmon Biscuits 1 can salmon (about 200 grams)1/2 cup waterpinch of dilla dash or two of lemon
a dash of pepper bake at 325 - flip the cookies after thirty minutes
and continue to bake for another half hour.Turn off oven but leave cookies in the oven until it cools. Cookies will harden just a bit morehttp://ryshiakennie.com
https://twitter.com/#!/ryshiakennie
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