Shortly after my first dog died, “The Mighty Quinn” came on the radio, and I thought, “In a few years when I’m not dealing with a 3-month-old baby, I’ll get a new dog and name him Quinn.”
Looking forward to Quinn was profoundly comforting for the next two years.
Quinn was the best dog. I love the dogs I have now, but I had a particularly special bond with Quinn. We just got each other.
For two years while waiting to get him and ten years while having him, “The Mighty Quinn” was a really comforting song.
But now… it’s very mixed.
The moral here is unclear… I’m tempted to believe that one shouldn’t name pets after songs one likes. But I got a lot of happiness from naming Quinn for “The Mighty Quinn” for twelve years.
And now… it’s kind of nice in a sad way to be reminded of him.