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From the "lump in yr. throat" dept: Just a dog named "George" (so sad, but so sweet)
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| July 30, 2003
| Alex Divine
Posted on 07/29/2003 4:13:56 PM PDT by yankeedame
Ritual breaks dog's heart
By Alex Divine, Rural Reporter July 30, 2003
AT 3.30pm each day George wanders a kilometre from home in search of a miracle.
George waits at the bus stop.
Inset: Amity Hartnett-Campbell.
The loyal jack russell terrier waits at the bus stop where he used to meet his owner Amity Hartnett-Campbell after school, before making the return trip alone.
The sad daily journey has become a ritual for the grieving pet since Amity was killed in a car crash four months ago.
"George has never gone this far from home on his own before," Amity's mother Kim Hartnett said yesterday.
"He must be looking for her.
"Since the accident he's gone off his food. He used to be a little guts.
"He spends most of his time curled up in Amity's lounge.
"He seems to be going through the same things I am."
George's grief follows the terrible accident which claimed the teenager's life on March 29.
Ms Harnett and Amity were driving back from visiting Amity's grandmother in Bathurst when their car skidded off the road and rolled down a 15m embankment.
Ms Hartnett recovered consciousness to discover she had been thrown into the back of the vehicle and the left side of her body was crushed.
Amity was motionless, pinned in the passenger seat, and her mother couldn't reach her.
Ms Hartnett phoned triple 0 on her mobile phone.
"I said 'I've have an accident, and I think my daughter is dead,"' Ms Hartnett recalled.
"The operator said 'stay on the line' but I couldn't stay on because my battery was flat."
More than two hours later ambulance workers found Ms Hartnett collapsed by the side of the road where she had crawled to try and get help for her daughter.
Amity was found dead at the scene.
Ms Harnett said Amity was different from other teenagers her age.
She said her daughter was mature and would often provide schoolfriends with a shoulder to cry on when the teenagers had problems they didn't to go to their parents with.
"A lot of people depended on her, she could always empathise," Ms Hartnett said.
Ms Harnett said George had adored Amity for the past 10 years.
"George was just a pup when Amity got him," Ms Harnett said.
"He ran to her from a cluster of newborn puppies as soon as he saw her.
"Georgie picked Amity, his heart belongs to her."
People in Wellington who have heard about the grieving George have been touched by the dog's sad tale.
Several have asked if Ms Hartnett would like to give the jack russell another home.
But Ms Harnett's answer is always a firm no.
"He's my baby's dog," Ms Harnett said.
"He's not going anywhere. He gets love in truckloads because we can't give it to her any more."
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To: yankeedame
It is sweet and sad - like Old Yeller.
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:18:35 PM PDT
by
NEWwoman
To: yankeedame
your right.........sob
To: yankeedame
Cute story, but dogs don't experience grief.
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:21:06 PM PDT
by
PaulJ
To: yankeedame
"Since the accident he's gone off his food. He used to be a little guts.It doesn't look like it to me.
To: PaulJ
does that mean that they don't experience emotions as a whole? or just greif???
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:26:30 PM PDT
by
CAPPSMADNESS
(To fear death is to misunderstand life.)
To: PaulJ
To: PaulJ
Cute story, but dogs don't experience grief.
What would make you think that a social animal would not feal the equivalent of grief at the loss of a member of its pack?
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:26:46 PM PDT
by
rmlew
("Millions for defense, but not one cent for tribute.")
To: PaulJ
Then what the heck is it? If it isn't "grief" it is grief-like. Dogs sulk, grieve, have "moods",etc. Do you own one?
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:28:23 PM PDT
by
madison10
To: madison10
Hey! You're right! They do have human emotions!
To: PaulJ
"...dogs don't experience grief."
I don't know about that. I know my dogs experience jealosy and happiness. Why not grief?
To: CAPPSMADNESS
Man is the only animal that experiences emotions. And, yes, I am an animal lover and have a dog, 5 birds, assorted fish and an occasional frog that my son might bring home.
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:30:48 PM PDT
by
PaulJ
To: madison10
He's never read, "Where the Red Fern Grows."
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:32:04 PM PDT
by
tet68
To: madison10
I don't know the whole story, but my guess would be the girl got home from school, walked home with the dog and gave it some goody to eat. He's just repeating the behavior that was ingrained in him.
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:32:31 PM PDT
by
PaulJ
To: RedBloodedAmerican
That Dog has my DNA!!!!!!!.....LOL!!!!
15
posted on
07/29/2003 4:33:24 PM PDT
by
cmsgop
(If you Spinkle When You Tinkle,...Be a Sweetie and Wipe the Seatie......)
To: rmlew
Because animals have no concept of death.
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:33:50 PM PDT
by
PaulJ
To: cmsgop
That Dog has my DNA!!!!!!!.....LOL!!!! That dog likes TnA
To: TheOtherOne
As Do I! LOL!!!!
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:37:01 PM PDT
by
cmsgop
(If you Spinkle When You Tinkle,...Be a Sweetie and Wipe the Seatie......)
To: yankeedame
Grey Friar's Bobby.
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:37:21 PM PDT
by
Darksheare
("I didn't say it wouldn't burn, I said it wouldn't hurt.")
To: PaulJ
an occasional frog that my son might bring home. Spend less time with the 'occasional frog' and more time with the other pets.
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posted on
07/29/2003 4:37:57 PM PDT
by
budwiesest
(Gladly, the cross-eyed bear.)
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