MAST has some sad news to share:
It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you of the passing of Loomis.
Loomis was the original Masonic Therapy dog, doing therapy work at James A. Lovell FHCC before dogs being allowed in the hospital was even thought of. When I was honored with becoming a volunteer at the FHCC it was Loomis and his handler/family Hardy Evans which first inspired the idea of MAST. Watching how the patients and staff responded to both Loomis and Hardy brought joy to not only them, but to us who were lucky enough to witness this amazing duo in action. I get asked to do a lot of presentations on our program and it always starts and ends the same way: “It all started with a little long-haired Dachshund named Loomis…”
Below is a message from Hardy:
Loomis Fargo Evans
Loomis was an easy-going dachshund, great tempered and very stoic. He loved his food, any kind of food, or anybody’s food and acquiring food was a mission he worked at with a passion. He insisted that his dad take him for a walk every day. He was a hunting dog (he thought) and would kill any chipmunk or rabbit who entered in his domain and he was proud to show off any dead thing he ever found. He was at a friend’s farm a few years ago when we let him run and Loomis outran their Labrador retriever, which shocked the Labs owners, and us also. How can Loomis outrun a full-size dog with such short legs? He didn’t know he had short legs. His breed is bred to dig and tunnel in small spaces and that was Loomis. If he could crawl in a dirty culvert and get really ugly muddy dirty, that just made his day. Loomis checked every culvert on our block daily. Once checking his favorite culvert, a cat leapt out and surprised him, Loomis fell on his back and just howled. I couldn’t stop laughing, but it never dissuaded him from checking every culvert he passed. And to dig a big hole in the ground was his dream job. Loomis was a very sweet and affectionate being, but he always knew he was a real dog, even when cuddling under the blankie on someone’s lap. He survived a pit bull attack many years ago and was a real trooper through this whole ordeal, even when his parents freaked out about it.
Loomis spent his life traveling over 90,000 miles with his family in his 13 years. He traveled the National Road and the Lincoln Highway. He traveled from California to Cape Cod, and even crossed into Canada. Loomis has sailed Lake Michigan on the Badger many times. He was a great traveler and companion, but Loomis loved Hardy best. When not on the road, Loomis, with his dad, was a volunteer at the James Lovell Veterans Hospital, and he sat on the beds and visited with many a veteran. He retired as a volunteer in April 2018, after 9 years of service at the VA.
Loomis Fargo is survived by his parents, Hardy and Terry Evans and one baby brother, Leo Bodine who will miss his brother terribly. Leo will be sleeping alone for the first time in his life. It truly is amazing how big a hole that little dog can leave. Thanks for reading.