Posted on 12/28/2016 3:21:30 PM PST by keat
For close to 15 years, my wingman and third child who never really grew up.
Posting this shameless vanity a day early as it will be a rough one tomorrow.
Prayers needed for a soft landing.
dang..
I feel for you. Many happy years to remember though. That’s what it’s all about.
Ben: brilliant line.
Keat: My sympathies for your sorrow.
I love dogs. They are true friends and family. I feel for your loss. My heart aches for you. At least he is in Dog Heaven.
I’m so sorry. He was absolutely adorable. While I never met him, the pictures display a warmth and kindness in his eyes. I know how hard it is to lose a pet - they are family. I will include you in my prayers in this difficult time. Just know your little guy is in a better place and will one day meet you again.
Oh, man. I do feel your sorrow. We had to put down our own beloved chocolate Lab a week before Christmas. Prayers up for your family’s comfort.
I had to bury one earlier this month.
It stinks.
So sad. We have two older adopted/rescue dogs. Truly our pals.
Condolences....it is one of the hardest things to go thru, the loss of a pet. May your grief be short. Prayers.
Awwwwwwwwww
poor baby...
Yes hold him....give him a chocolate bar if he wants to eat. Sorrow....Prayers.
THE POWER OF THE DOG
Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But 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 that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find—its your own affair
But—you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You still 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?
An extremely beautiful, touching poem...
I wish I hadn’t read it...
I’m glad that I did...
"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 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. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him 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 the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together."
Author unknown
Probably the hardest thing is that look of trust they have when you know what you’re doing on that last trip.
Our Yorkie Yankee had back cancer that came on very quickly. He went from being a powerful little terrier to one who yelped almost with every step. In death, his curled little form looked so innocent, when I knew what a tough little guy he was.
It's hard to do, but sometimes the right thing is the toughest. Let your face be the last thing he sees - it will bring him great comfort, and put a smile on our Creator.
I’ll be thinking of you tomorrow. It’s the kindest yet hardest damn thing we do for our wonderful pets.
We rescued five dogs so far-—two now gone. Usually these poor creatures are not in the best of health to begin with. The latest, a little Chihuahua named Peanut, I found on the street in Arizona when the temps outside were still 90 degrees. We’re next to open fields with coyotes and hawks. She wouldn’t have lasted a night. No chip, no tags, no collar. Her teeth were all rotten and her nails grown out, and she had a bladderstone.
Three months later, no stone, nails clipped, teeth gone but she gums well! I don’t like Chihuahuas as a rule, but this one is extremely sweet and a non-yapper.
Thank you.
Sorry for your loss. Know that he will be in a good place.
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