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Shann

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I don't know why I'm posting this today. It just popped into my head when reading about folks losing their beloved pets.

I was at the vets picking up my perfect pointer's ashes. Kona had ruptured a disc and at her age there really was no alternative to putting her down. I don't even know if there would have been anything we could have done if she was a pup. Anyway, I was sitting in my truck bawling my eyes out when this big tough looking guy came walking out of the clinic. He had no expression on his face, but was carrying a leash and an empty collar. I hid my face because I didn't want him to see me crying through the windshield.

He walked to his F250 and climbed in and started the truck but didn't leave. I sneaked a look over and he was just sitting there sobbing. So we just sat there, in our trucks, one tough looking guy and one not so much, crying our eyes out for our loss.

I don't even know that there is a point to this story, other than that sight has stuck with me for the last 4 years and I've never told anybody.
 
I lost my buddy last September after 14 years together - still choke up just thinking about him. I love and miss you Oc.
 
I lost Gus (seen curled up next to me) two years ago the 5th of June and I think about him every day...he was a rescue, the very best dog we have ever had and he stayed with us 8 years...reading your post reminded me just how much I miss him and our long walks together...

Cheers/bg
 
I was talking to my Neapolitan Mastiff Sofia today (she isn't a really good listener, but she's cute). All of the sudden one of my dogs who has long since passed away (the above mentioned Perfect Pointer) popped into my head. I always get sad when I think about her, until I remember how much she loved us and we loved her.

The one dog that I've had that I never get sad thinking about was my Baron. He was a great big Shepherd\St. Bernard mix. He lived to be 15 and a half. The vet told me he was a miracle, being so big and living so long. He told me he had lived a long life and was very tired and ready to go. I slept on the floor next to his bed the last night and was ready for him to drift off at the end of a long life.

I've had 3 others that were taken before their time due to disease and illness and its hard when the last memories are so painful.
 
It is never easy. I've had to put down 3 dogs in my life. I'm 6'8" 300 lbs and look kinda mean but I was crying like a baby in the vets office when I put my bull mastiff. I don't care what people think.

Just remember, you enriched your dog's life as much as he/she enriched yours.
 
Thanks. I try to remember that. We've always done rescues, except for one retired hunting dog, so I know that we make a difference in their lives. Sorry about your bull mastiff. I've really taken a shine to mastiffs. My Neo is so sweet (as long as you are a person and not another dog). My wife has gotten used to "schmutz" and spit and ripped up toys everywhere. She says "this is why we can't have nice things". I call it living the mastiff lifestyle. (if anything she loves that stinkin' dog more than I do, if possible).

At the humane society where I volunteer there is a sign that says:

“Saving one dog will not change the world, but surely for that one dog, the world will change forever.”

― Karen Davison
 
I never ceases to me amazed at how close we become to our dogs. Took us four years to replace our Pointer 'cause we got so sad thinking about her whenever we looked at a "new" dog. Finally took the plunge with a rescue, and happy we did. Unconditional love is hard to find in this life.
 
I'm older and many of my life memories are counted in loved dogs. Those memories that stick. I am a rich person by my count.

The first dog I remember was the family mutt, Sam. I was tiny. He had brown eyebrows in his black face and hung out with my brother and me in our playhouse in the backyard ... slept outside with us overnight! Kept us safe in a safe world.

When I was told he was dead ... from the train tracks ... I insisted on seeing his remains ... legs skinned to the bone I remember, in the trunk of our car. Our old 1942 Chev I think. Image so clear to me and it still is so .... many decades later.

I hated trains and conductors for a long time ... but of course, when I was a kid, no one in the neighbourhood controlled their animals at all. In fact, no dog had anal glands, they all needed Seargeant's Worm Powder, didn't they?

I wish I could say it gets easier to lose your dog.

But you know, with every year ... you come to value more and more ... that pure and totally accepting, brown eyed love. Maybe it gets harder.
 
Bmgillum said:
I lost Gus (seen curled up next to me) two years ago the 5th of June and I think about him every day...he was a rescue, the very best dog we have ever had and he stayed with us 8 years...reading your post reminded me just how much I miss him and our long walks together...

Cheers/bg
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I get what you are saying about Gus ... :)
 
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