OT I Lost My Dog Today X Post
People may have heard me talk about JJ, my little Chihuahua. He was 12 years old and 2 years ago he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and given a year to live. We were lucky to have him 2 years but today his heart couldn't pump anymore and he passed away in his sleep.
I am just so sad. I miss him so much already.
I thank everyone who has prayed with me that kept him here for a year more then we were told. We've had two years to love him and spoil him and I'm grateful for that.
I am just so sad. I miss him so much already.
I thank everyone who has prayed with me that kept him here for a year more then we were told. We've had two years to love him and spoil him and I'm grateful for that.
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awww I'm so sorry to hear that. I know how empty the spot is in our hearts when a furbaby passes on.... they fill a need, and are so full of love it's hard to take the emptiness sometimes. *hugs*
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I'm so sorry for your loss. I will be thinking of you during this tough time.
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Really sorry to hear about your loss. Our pets are part of our families and it's sad when they pass. Blessings to you and your family.
GF had to put her dog down last week. Total bummer since she was just hired at her new job and I had to leave early to drive the two hours to get back to work a day earlier than what we planned. Before she came back up here she picked up Princess's ashes and she is still with us on a shelf in the living room.
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IrishIze
on 5/11/12 10:53 am - NJ
on 5/11/12 10:53 am - NJ
I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Our 'pets' are our families and the hurt of losing them is deep. When I lost my Greyhound, Chance, someone passed this along to me and I found it comforting. I hope you will too.
Where to Bury a Dog
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season, the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavored bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master. by Ben Hur Lampman
Where to Bury a Dog
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season, the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavored bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master. by Ben Hur Lampman