Posted on 12/14/2013 2:13:27 PM PST by taxcontrol
I’m sorry for your loss. A life well lived can be celebrated when it ends, especially if you are confident that he went to be with the Lord.
What a precious poem. Now I really am bawling like a baby.
He is and I have this sense that he is having a ball right now.
I am so sorry. I lost my Wink 2 years ago and I still grieve.
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
Then let's be happy for him, for he is in the perfect place!
“My dad died yesterday. I don’t feel sad, because he had a good long life and everybody loved him. Is that normal (the not being sad part)?”
There is “normal” behavior, and there is “healthy” behavior. The two are not the same. Running a few miles a day and exercising regularly is healthy; most people don’t do it. Eating McDonald’s is not the healthiest behavior, but most people do it.
I think, if the passing of a loved one is expected, and there is time to prepare for it, and if there is gratitude for the blessings and wholeness of the deceased’s life, then I think there is not much room for sadness, and that is a healthy, albeit, not necessarily normal behavior.
If on the other hand, one is actively repressing the grief and sadness, I would contend that’s not the healthiest of behaviors, and if that’s the case, you ought to share your grief.
Only you can know which of the above applies...
Been there too many times myself. Have 5 furever friends and have been through that pain a dozen or more times.
She’ll be waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge.
When you’re up to it, in Daisy’s memory, go to the nearest pound and rescue another — or more — from the heart stick needle millions of unwanted furever friends get each year because of humans who are NOT like you and lack your compassion and sense of responsibility!
God bless the beasts and the children.
My most sincere condolences. I lost my best friend in March and still haven’t gotten over it.
This sometimes help, just a little.
Crossing Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had 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, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
*Author Unknown*
I’m so sorry. She knew she was loved and that you gave her a good life.
Hang in there, been there many a time.
Deepest sympathies. Lost my dog years ago and miss him very much to this day. Dogs are one of God’s great gifts to us.
I am sorry to hear about the passing of your dog - Daisy. Your love for her is a Blessing from God. May God Bless you at this time.
I’m so sorry; beloved pets ARE family and when one passes, it’s just as difficult. I pray the Lord will provide you comfort.
Hoss
Sorry to hear of Daisy’s passing. Rest assured, she’s chasing those pesky squirrels in Doggy heaven.
It’s very painful. Prayers here for you and yours. When you’re ready — and you’ll know when — go get another dog, preferably a rescue. I’ve cried more for the animals I’ve lost than for some of the humans I’ve lost. Hang in there.
I'd take a bullet for my dog....
Sorry for your loss. My I suggest a book called “A Dog’s Purpose” by W. Bruce Cameron. It’s a really special tale, I would recommend it highly!
My sympathies and prayers.
Hang in there!
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