Herbieduke my dog, a best friend.

I am so, so very sorry that you lost your best friend. That is simply heart breaking!! I am posting a poem that has helped me in times like this, and I hope it helps you.

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....

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I'm sorry to hear about your loss, Herbieduke. I can relate - it was a year almost to the day that I had to put down our Basset hound, Freckles. The best way to describe how I felt was - it sucked butt.

Grieve your loss. It will get better and memories of those good times with him will once again bring a smile to your face.
 
I'm sorry to hear about your loss. That can be tougher than alot of people that dont have pets realize.


John
 
I'm very sorry to hear this. Dogs are truly man's best friend. :(
 
HD sorry for your loss.. A while ago I posted this eulogy to my dog. I re-post it to all who have lost their doggie friends....

my American Eskimo Keesha was the best dog. She loved me and I loved her. When I came home from a trip she insisted that I sit down so she could hop in my lap and lick and kiss me and would follow me wherever I went. When I was sick with Hepatitis and in bed with a raging fever for two months she never left my side. She would only eat when I was asleep. then she would return to her vigil. I would awake from a crazy drug induced dream to see her nose a half inch from my face and her looking into my eyes..her face was wrinkled with doggie worry..
" master are you OK" "I'm worried" I owe my recovery in part to her. One night I scooped her up in my arms and said to my wife
" I love this dog so much I just dint know what I would do with out her" The next day she was killed by a snow plow cruising down our street at 70 miles an hour....she had white fur..it had just snowed..there was no one to blame..it just happened...her body froze to the road and my wife had to thaw her corpse off the road with warm water. fortunately I was gone to Chicago on business

My wife called me I was in Chicago at a trade show on business. I wept like a baby in my booth and left the show to retreat to my hotel room where I cried for hours. My colleagues laughed they thought it was funny..one guy in particular. Ruben laughed at me and in my face..the immature punk..a year later when I owned the company ( another long story) I fired his ass as my first official act as VP. when he asked why I told him. "Any person that laughs at another person who is in pain is not the type of man I want in my organization..you laughed at me when I lost my dog..you thought it was funny to see me in pain. Well now you pay the piper..get out"

Still in the middle of the night I will get up and lean over the bed sometimes and look at the now empty spot on the Persian rug where she used to lay next to me. Its been six years since she died. I think of her almost every day.

some people say dogs don't go to heaven. I don't believe them. My God loves dogs and Keesha is there waiting for me."
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Suzanne and Ren you brought tears to my eyes, thank you, I've lost 2 dogs in the last couple years, both were 14.

Losing a friend is very tough, sorry to hear it.
 
Ren the devils trailboss said:
HD sorry for your loss.. A while ago I posted this eulogy to my dog. I re-post it to all who have lost their doggie friends....

my American Eskimo Keesha was the best dog. She loved me and I loved her. When I came home from a trip she insisted that I sit down so she could hop in my lap and lick and kiss me and would follow me wherever I went. When I was sick with Hepatitis and in bed with a raging fever for two months she never left my side. She would only eat when I was asleep. then she would return to her vigil. I would awake from a crazy drug induced dream to see her nose a half inch from my face and her looking into my eyes..her face was wrinkled with doggie worry..
" master are you OK" "I'm worried" I owe my recovery in part to her. One night I scooped her up in my arms and said to my wife
" I love this dog so much I just dint know what I would do with out her" The next day she was killed by a snow plow cruising down our street at 70 miles an hour....she had white fur..it had just snowed..there was no one to blame..it just happened...her body froze to the road and my wife had to thaw her corpse off the road with warm water. fortunately I was gone to Chicago on business

My wife called me I was in Chicago at a trade show on business. I wept like a baby in my booth and left the show to retreat to my hotel room where I cried for hours. My colleagues laughed they thought it was funny..one guy in particular. Ruben laughed at me and in my face..the immature punk..a year later when I owned the company ( another long story) I fired his ass as my first official act as VP. when he asked why I told him. "Any person that laughs at another person who is in pain is not the type of man I want in my organization..you laughed at me when I lost my dog..you thought it was funny to see me in pain. Well now you pay the piper..get out"

Still in the middle of the night I will get up and lean over the bed sometimes and look at the now empty spot on the Persian rug where she used to lay next to me. Its been six years since she died. I think of her almost every day.

some people say dogs don't go to heaven. I don't believe them. My God loves dogs and Keesha is there waiting for me."
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Ren, Email has been sent, but in the meantime
Thanks for firing that S.O.B. You made my all time "Good Guy" list. I would of probably gotten fired at the time for beating him to a inch of his life. You showed great restraint.
The day I took the picture of Herbie for my avatar he was not happy with me dressing him with my Beretta, and Hankins Whisper, but he wanted to please me, so he put up with my foolishness....you are right you think about them everyday.
 
Thanks so much for all of your kind words, and sharing your stories.
I was lucky to be watching Johnny Carson one night when he had Jimmy Steward as a guest. He recited his poem "Beau". He cried as he recited it, and so did I. I wanted to share it with you. Thank You.
"Beau"
by Jimmy Stewart
* He never came to me when*I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all. **

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.

And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.

And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
********and I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.
 
Sorry for your loss, HD. My wife and I have lost a few over the years, one to age and two, unfortunately, to cars. It's heart breaking and the only bad thing about having and loving a dog is that you almost always outlast them. Although there are always many things you miss about each individual dog it's the innocence, I think, that you miss the most. And they're all innocent in ways that human beings can't be, even if they set your house on fire, like Jimmy Stewart's dog, Beau. I agree with the several posters who said that there's a place in Heaven for all dogs and we'll see them again.
 
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