02/14/2023
Have your kleenex ready when you read this beautiful tribute to a wonderful boy. We helped Anne say goodbye to her sweet boy yesterday and she shared this with us today. 😢
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Louis Nelson Overton Harris Morck crossed the rainbow bridge on February 13, 2023. Services were provided by Journeys End, at home, and his family is so grateful for their tender care. His spirit was strong but his little body was tired. He left this world in his human mother’s arms, after consuming a ridiculous number of his favorite treats. He would consider that the only way to go.
One of six siblings, he was born in Hanover County, VA on September 15, 2006 to “Jeanie C” Harris and her one night stand, whose name she quickly forgot. His father did not remain in his life. Louie moved to Dogtown/Southside/Richmond, VA at the tender age of 8 weeks and remained there until his death, with the exception of a brief period of living in The West End, which really wasn’t his style.
Though he didn’t have AKC papers, he wasn’t caught up in worrying about that type of nonsense. Louie made a name for himself regardless, and was a member of Costco, Sam’s Club, AAA, CCV, Southampton, the Creek’s Edge HOA, and The Dogtown Diners Club. He attended Obedience School but soon realized he already knew enough. He preferred a life with less structure. No one would be the Boss of him. While he loved treats, he was not about to do stupid things like “sit” on command or “stay” just to get one measly mini MilkBone. Those tricks meant nothing to him and he proceeded to live life on his own terms in classic dachshund fashion. He was cute enough to get his own damn treats while doing exactly what he wanted. And he did.
He barked at every doorbell, mail truck, UPS man and anyone who looked suspicious, which honestly was everyone. His greatest talent was ringing the bell to go outside, which he often did even when he didn’t have to “go” but wanted a treat anyway - proof that he was an excellent trainer of those around him. Some things can’t be learned in school. He loved his human mother fiercely and put up with her crazy ideas, most of which were against his better judgment. The cowboy hat for his birthday was a particularly poor decision on her part, but he didn’t hold a grudge.
Louie led a charmed life in every way, made possible by that human mother - who let him do whatever he wanted. His recovery from complete paralysis due to a ruptured disc at age 10 was inspiring to all who knew him. He lived the next 6 years in luxury and ultimately retired to Creek’s Edge, where he made many friends, and in his later years was well known for his good looks, barking, love of treats, and riding in his stroller. Always a trendsetter, he was the first in the neighborhood to have transportation. Now, the strollers are everywhere and even cats are riding in them, something which he refused to acknowledge.
He was preceded in death by his siblings Schatzie, Zookie, and Tess Morck (doxies), Simon Morck (feline), Claire Trivette-Morck (golden retriever), and his very best friend Coach Carter (doxie/beagle/fearless wonder), with whom he shared his golden years, many sleepovers, and quite a few treats.
Left to cherish Louie’s memory is his loving and devoted human mother - me. He would like all of us to enjoy life as much as he did, and to remember: you can overcome anything if you have someone who loves you and thinks you are the greatest thing ever. I loved him fiercely and to me, he was indeed the greatest thing ever. I am heartbroken and will miss him so much. He loved me no matter what, and while it may seem that I gave him a great life, the opposite is true - he gave me a great one.
In his memory, Louie would like you to keep treats in your pocket on your walks and share them generously with all your canine friends. He never cared much for flowers anyway. RIP my little man. Your pals are waiting for you. ❤️ 🐾 ❤️
