This Story Of A Dog’s Last Day On Earth Is Beautiful And Utterly Heartbreaking

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[chessplayer]

I Died Today. By Duke Roberts.

[woollyone]

I’m claiming this verse as God’s promise that I will again run with Lady, Leo, Kylie and one day my sweet Pyr Hannah in His eternal kingdom.

May this be yours to hold onto also.

Col 1:19-20
“For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in Him, and through Him to reconcile to himself [ALL] things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross”

[emphasis mine]

[Aria]

Thank you!

God gave us dogs...hopefully we get to keep them eventually.

Sometimes I think they are angels in disguise.

[tob2]

What a tear jeeker! That’s ok, I have lots of Kleenex.

[Salamander]

I am so sorry.

[Salamander]

Read “Heaven Is For Real”.

The kid meets his grampa in Heaven...and his grampa’s dog.

[rmh47]

I love that poem. Kipling is one of my favorite authors, and from a very young age. Much of his work is accessible to young folks, especially boys.

That is not the only poem he wrote on this subject. Here is another:

A Dog for Jesus

(Where dogs go when they die)

by Rudyard Kipling

I wish someone had given Jesus a dog
As loyal and loving as mine,
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.

As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog
Would have followed Him all through the day,
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.

It is sad to remember that Christ went away
To face death alone and apart,
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Master’s Heart.

And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand and barked it’s delight
For The One who died for all men.

Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
The old pal so dear to me,
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
Knowing they’re in eternity.

Day after day the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, “Wait, I’m coming with you!”
And trotted along behind.

[rmh47]

I do have to ask why we are stupid enough to do it to ourselves over and over again.

A good question.

I mean, it's not necessary. If a freakin' parrot can live for eighty years, why not a dog?

I suppose we do it because dogs are such wonderful creatures that the relationship is worth the pain that comes at the end.
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“Dogs’ lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions.”

-from The Darkest Evening of the Year by Dean Koontz

[rmh47]

Here you go:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dZjwsxYtUA

[rmh47]

My Molly had an attack of Old Dog Vestibular Syndrome last year. On the evening of Christmas day, I let her out, and when I called her to come back in, she could not stand up or walk. She kept falling over. I had to pick her up and carry her back into the house. If you have never seen this before, it is very scary. I was wondering if this was it. The first thing I thought of was a stroke.

I took her to the vet the next day. There was a new vet in the practice (they now have three) whom I had not met. She took X-rays of her spine and gave me three medications. Molly was a bit worse the next day, so I took her back. The vet I normally see was there, and made the diagnosis. (To be fair to the new lady vet, not all of the symptoms were present on the first visit).

To confirm the diagnosis, the vet sent me to a veterinary neurologist. (I didn't know there were such things!)

Molly got better, but it took a month to six weeks, and I don't think her balance is quite what it was before the incident.

At least I now know the location of a 24 hour emergency veterinary ER (where the vet. neurologist works).

P.S. - Thanks for sending me the work on canine thyroid problems. I am reading that (albeit slowly). I had no idea that such problems could cause aggression.

[aomagrat]

I never want to be dogless. A couple of months after Wink passed away I adopted another greyhound, Fernando. He is no Wink but he surely is a Fernando!

[uglybiker]

I sure have been there . . (sniff)

Been there a buncha times.

And I'll be there a few more times before it's my turn.

[berdie]

I remember the competition and followed it here on FR! I voted for Hairy. :)

I remember seeing his pic...he’s a very handsome fellow.

[Ditter]

Hairy thanks you for your vote. He won you know! :)