Updated August 26 2004
Tosser's Obituary




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Tosser, died between 2.30 am and 6.30 am Wednesday , August 25, 2004 in Melbourne, Australia. She was with me. It was very quick. She was about 13 years old. I will bring her ashes back to East Swanzey and bury her next to Flap who was the old Geese Company dog right before Tosser. They will live always at the top of the hill looking out onto the gentle New Hampshire hills where they lived.




For You, Toss.

She died at the end of the Ozzie winter
In the new warm earlys of Spring

She sat for a morning in her basket
As if asleep
As if burrowing into her sweet, sweet dreams
Waiting to wake with a yawn and a time for a run look

I wish

And I wish

I loved you, not as well as many, and not as badly as some
I will see your white furry smiling self
Your waiting for me to come back look
Your insistent pushing to go explore
Always



For those of you who never knew Tosser she went to prisons all over the USA, travelled to Romania to the prison TCs many times and finally to Australia . Saul Hewish, who I worked with for so long, and I rescued her from the pound. The first day we went to see her she seemed so fragile and lost. The next day we went and she was the belle of their office!

She was a working dog who went to prisons for 11 years . When there was nothing happening she slept under the old prison tables. But when a prisoner, in the middle of our dramatherapy work, started to dive into himself, she would magically come out and be there for him to touch and go even deeper into what he felt. She was mysterious in her skills.

She last worked in Australia, with some prison officers. She charmed them all. Over the years she worked with so many people, and many told her their hardest stories. She listened.

One time a young violent guy shouted “come here!” to her. He told me that he had a dog that would eat her. She didn't come over. I said to him-“ Sit quietly ,man. Wait. She'll come to you”. After a while, when the guy had got very quiet and still, there came that little gentle white fur ball and sat down right by him. He talked to her. Later this distressed young man did some great work with us.

Mihaela Sasarman, the director of Transcena, and I were walking in Bucharest with Tosser. A woman came and took her and talked to her very intensely. Mihaela said the woman spoke to Tosser intimately as if she were her old dog .She was crying. You see, Ceaucescu forbad people to take their old dogs into the new concrete apartments.

She helped me survive many a boring moment in conferences.

Tosser, if she were here this minute would sit so patiently. We are, after all, doing the work.

She was

The gentlest love that I ever felt.



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