Posted on 08/22/2014 7:28:40 PM PDT by occamrzr06
I had my Australian Shepard put down today. Her name was Sidney, as in the city in Australia. She was 15 Years 3 months.
She had had dementia for the last year or so. For the last year she hadn't been able to control her bowels. She could hold the pee, but number 2 just came when it was ready.
Today when I got home, she couldn't stand up. Her back legs just wouldn't work.
I took her outside and laid her in the nicest part of the grass. She looked peaceful as the wind blew her face.
On the way to the vet, my wife held her up so she could sniff the wind as we drove.
We are having her cremated and the place gives a nice teak box with the ashes, a nice poem, and a plaster of paris paw print. The vet asked what box I wanted. I didn't know they had different boxes, they didn't when her sister passed. They had the standard, or one with hearts. I picked the one with hearts, since my kids named her, the love dog.
She is now in heaven chasing bunnies with her sister (Somersby, also a city in Australia), who passed 3 years ago.
Your prayers are appreciated.
So sorry to hear of your loss.
I’m saying a prayer for you.
My guy is 15 and we are just waiting him to let us know it’s time.
Let’s pray for each other.
I’m so sorry. Sidney knows she had good people caring for her, and in the end you didn’t the last kind act you could. ((HUGS))
A Little Dog Angel
High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
“For I know my master will come” says he,
“and when he comes he will call for me.”
The other angels pass him by
As they hurry toward the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
as he sits at the gates alone.
“But I know if I just wait patiently
that someday my master will call for me.”
And his master, down on earth below,
as he sits in his easy chair,
forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
and dreams that his master’s voice he hears.
And when at last his master waits
outside in the dark and cold,
for the hand of death to open the door,
that leads to those courts of gold,
he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
a little dog angel’s bark.
Noah M. Holland
She truly was a gift of love from god, may God grant your family loving peace
"didn't" SHOULD HAVE been "did"
I’m so sorry for your loss! Dogs add SO much to our lives. Even after we lose them, each and every one of them remains in our hearts for as long as we live. ((HUGS))
May God bless you both as you deal with your grief. Dogs are truly one of His greatest gifts to man. I hope you find peace in your most pleasant memories. And I hope you’ll be able to find the strength to get another puppy sooner, rather than later. There’s nothing that brings joy to a home like a loving dog.
Prayers up for you and yours. Fortunately the grief fades over time, and just as fortunately the memories don’t.
Sounds like a wonderful part of your family. My prayers and compassion are with you. Pets make our lives complete. They are our direct connection to the animal world.
“Sidney”. My prayers are with you and Sidney tonight. I hope she is the most beautiful in heaven.
I’m so sorry for your loss. My beloved cat is getting old and I was just watching him moving today and wondering how I will get along without him. I, and I am sure you too, can find dome comfort that they lived good lives.
God bless our creatures great and small, here and beyond. Joy to Sydney, consolations to you and your wife, and glory be to our great God whose creatures give us comfort, devotion and companionship from His love. Very sorry for you and your wife.
So sorry to hear of your loss. I have two Shelties who are 12 going on 13. I’d like to get an Australian Shepherd one of these days and a Border Collie too. Just love the herding breed. Again so sorry to hear of your loss.
It’s a bummer that dog’s lives don’t correspond better with humans (though it’s a good thing that dogs can be house trained and mature so fast compared to kids).
RAINBOW BRIDGE
‘There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent; her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.’
“The Power of the Dog”
“GARM — A HOSTAGE” — ACTIONS AND REACTIONS
Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie —
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find — it’s your own affair —
But . . . you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit hat answered your every mood
Is gone — wherever it goes — for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept’em, the more do we grieve;
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long —
So why in — Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
I am very sorry to hear of your loss.
I am thinking of you and Sydney tonight.
May you and your family find peace.
You did good by Sydney.
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