The first time I stepped on the Georgia campus I looked up in the air, way up, and asked, “Why didn’t anybody tell me about this?”
If I had known about Georgia, I would have applied there. Alas, Georgia didn’t get a lot of attention in the Minneapolis neighborhood in which I grew up.
I drove through Athens, Ga., a few years ago and wrote about the bulldogs, the real ones. Six English bulldogs have served as the football team’s mascot. Sonny Seiler, an attorney in Savannah, raises them.
I have a Boston terrier named NIKE and the latest UGA, UGA VI, reminded me of him.
Like Nike, UGA VI is not fat. He’s big boned.
After the column ran, Seiler sent me a picture of UGA VI. “From one dog to another,” he wrote on it, and his dog added a paw print. That they would take time to sign it and send it was classy.
The picture captures UGA VI’s beauty. He’s beautiful in the same powerful, stately and quietly dignified way that NIKE is.
I’ve collected a lot of sports memorabilia over the years but except for two Kelvin Seabrooks boxing posters almost all of it is in boxes. UGA VI, however, made the cut. His picture is framed and on a glass shelf near a painting of NIKE.
Sadly, UGA VI’s nine-year reign and 87-27 record ended Friday. He died of heart failure.
Anybody who loves and loses a dog knows what Seiler and Georgia fans are going through.
Fortunately, UGA VI died peacefully, and he died peacefully in Savannah, a great town. I want to believe that he proceeded directly to another great place. I want to believe that when dogs die that’s where they go, all of them.
So, enjoy whatever comes next, UGA VI. And if you encounter a greyhound named Caymus, tell him everybody says hello. Tell him he’s missed. All of you are.