Posted on 09/13/2013 4:07:25 PM PDT by Toespi
Any prayers or thoughts to help at this time. I have had to let go of my little lion heart today.
We have a 9 years old long hair dachshund and he is a member of our family. Stubborn and smart. :-)
The Power of the Dog
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 passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to 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 that 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-term 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?
Rudyard Kipling
I lost my wonderful Brother, half Choclate Lab and half Weimaraner, about three years ago. We got each other through some really hard times over about ten years. I’ve been where you are and know how much it hurts. The only things that help some are time and adopting another wonderful friend. My new wonderful friend is a Great Dane who never suffered the abuse Brother did before he came into my life. He’s a wonderful loving dog. My prayers are with you.
Hang in there,, the parting is bitter, the reunion, bliss..
We lost our dumpster kitty of 14 years recently.. and numerous previous.
Maybe this will help.
Senator Vest’s “Tribute to the Dog”
It is strange how tenaciously popular memory clings to the bits of eloquence men have uttered, long after their deeds and most of their recorded thoughts are forgotten, or but indifferently remembered. However, whenever and as long as the name of the late Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri is mentioned it will always be associated with his love for a dog.
Many years ago, in 1869, Senator Vest represented in a lawsuit, a plaintiff whose dog “Old Drum” had been willfully and wantonly shot by a neighbor. The defendant virtually admitted the shooting, but questioned to the jury the $150 value plaintiff attributed to this mere animal. To give his closing argument, George Vest rose from his chair, scowling, mute, his eyes burning from under the slash of brow tangled as a grape vine. Then he stepped sideways, hooked his thumbs in his vest pockets, his gold watch fob hanging motionless, it was that heavy. He looked, someone remembered afterwards, taller than his actual 5 feet 6 inches, and began in a quiet voice to deliver an extemporaneous oration. It was quite brief, less than 400 words:
“Gentlemen of the jury: the best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his worst enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous... is his dog.
Gentlemen of the Jury: a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.”
The jury deliberated less than two minutes then erupted in joint pathos and triumph. The record becomes quite sketchy here, but some in attendance say the plaintiff who had been asking $150, was awarded $500 by the jury. Little does that matter. The case was eventually appealed to the Missouri Supreme Court, which refused to hear it.
I am truly sorry for your loss. I lost my beloved dog earlier this year, and he was also a true and wonderful companion. Please know that as much as your heart aches, the memories you have of him will comfort you, in the not-so-distant future. Love is forever.
Dogs break your heart when its time for them to leave you. I am so sorry your little Maxwell is gone.
We had to put our beautiful 12 year old Red & White Irish Setter named Ruby to sleep in April. I still can’t bring myself to remove her water bowl from the kitchen floor.
I am so very sorry. We had to put our beloved beagle down last year. I miss him more than family members we have lost over the years. How those crazy, lovable mutts worm their way into our hearts! Maxwell was blessed to have you in his life, as he was a blessing to you!
I had to put my old Sam down six months ago today. It’s heartbreaking, good luck. Get another dog as soon as you can; we weren’t meant to be without them.
It was easier on me when the Shiatsu passed in my arms naturally and the dachshund/yorki under my computer desk naturally. But when I had to have my 19 year old Terrier Mix euthanized I still can't get over that. They said the Vet wouldn't let us be with him when it was done. So I will never know how it was done. I should have taken him out of there, but he had been there for 5 days hooked up to an IV so we thought it best to let him go.
My thoughts are with you during this time.
Am so sorry. Prayers being said.
I am SO sorry for your loss. Family members who are that loving and loyal can never be replaced.
I’m Still Here
Friend, please don’t mourn for me
I’m still here, though you don’t see.
I’m right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I’m always near.
I’m everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I’ll never wander out of your sight
I’m the brightest star on a summer night.
I’ll never be beyond your reach
I’m the warm moist sand when you’re at the beach.
I’m the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I’m the beautiful flowers of which you’re so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I’m the first bright blossom you’ll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I’m the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you’ll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there’s no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I’ll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you’ll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I’m the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I’m the smile you see on a baby’s face.
Just look for me, friend, I’m everyplace!
Author Unknown
Sad, very sad. A heartbreaker when you lose one of those little critters.
If it’s in the cards it’s probably a good idea to get another pal real soon.
i know how you feel. we lost our 14 year old black lab mix rescue last. even thoughshe was not very active the last ,onth i still expect to see her with wagging tail when i open the front door.
I am sorry for your loss:
Before humans die, they write their last will and testament and give their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws I could do the same, this is what I’d give:
To a poor and lonely stray I’d give my happy home, my bowl, my cozy bed, my soft pillows and all my toys;
The lap, which I loved so much, and the tender loving hands;
The hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which called my name.
I’d will to the sad and scared shelter dog the place I had in my human’s loving heart of which there seemed no bounds.
So when I die, please do not say, “I will never have a pet again for the loss and pain is more than I can stand.” Instead, go find an unloved dog. One whose life has held no joy or hope and give my place to him.
This is the only thing I can give – the love I left behind.
This is my inheritance; my Last Will and Testament.
Do you have any good stories to tell about Maxwell? That’s what my son and I did when we lost our girl this summer, we sat around the fire-pit and pretty much talked out her whole life, we laughed and we cried. It really helped us, maybe it would help you? My heart goes out to you, I know how much those bundles of love can fill our hearts, it’s painful but we were lucky for the time we had with them. God blessed us.
“You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.”” Robert Louis Stevenson;
“If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”” Will Rogers;
I lost my 16 year old Dachshund, Daphne, on Nov. 1, 2011. I was very sad, but she was so feeble and old that I knew it was better for her. And even though we are to believe, as Christians, that our beloved pets do not go to heaven, I do believe that we will see them somehow in the afterlife. They brought us so much joy during our lives and heaven is a place of complete joy that there has to be something of our pets with us when we die.
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