About to lose a loyal friend
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</font><font color="blue" class="small">( You will know when the time is right. Don't doubt it. You will know. When our last dog time had come we had the vet come to the house to put her to sleep. When Chase went to sleep our remaining dog started howling. )</font>
And some people think that dogs "have no clue" and are just dumb animals.
And some people think that dogs "have no clue" and are just dumb animals.
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</font><font color="blue" class="small">( <font color="blue"> Rainbow Bridge </font> is a short poem and available on many places on the web. Well not a poem, but a touching statement. Looks like Dog Heaven is a book. I may have to get a copy of that as we also lost our dog of 16 years about a year and a half ago. Adopted a "mature" golden last year. )</font>
Man...that brought tears to my eyes...
Man...that brought tears to my eyes...
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I went through a very similar situation with our 10 year old Newfie in Jan. She went off her feed for 2 days, (common for her) and took a spill on day 2, and she couldn't get up. A quick trip to the vet the next day and the diagnosis was cancer. She was in no pain, and enjoyed 1 last car ride. The vet put her to sleep in the back of my car. It's a tough thing to do, but there was no alternative. We had 10 great years with her, she was a rescue dog we saved from an abusive situation. She was our 4th and last Newf, 10 years is just too short. Our lab/boxer/aussie missed her bad for a few weeks. He still carries her toys around, something he never did when she was here.
This might bring a smile to your face (and I mean no disrespect in posting it):
Before cell phones, my boss was at a biz class across town. I knew his Newfi had been ill--it was an old, large, and overweight dog. So when his wife called me trying to find her husband (she knew he was at the university somewhere.......) She was crying and not making any sense, and I thought I heard "dog" among the sobs. I tell her I'll get ahold of her husband and have him call.
So I track down the UN, and finally found someone who could get a message to the boss while I waited on hold. When he came on, I told him to call home, I think something happened to your dog. He said "Thanks, bye" as I understood he needed to call.
Back at work, we pondered what might have happened. The longer we talked, the more I knew he'd need help in burying the dog.
So after work, I changed, picked up a shovel, and drove to boss's house. It was one of those awkward times of what do I say????????????
As I approach the door, I hear a loud "wolf, wolf". I'm thinking, 'gee, they are distraught, and now they are hearing another dog barking, man this is gonna be tear time'.
Boss opens the door and their's HIS DOG, wagging his tail and barking at the doorbell. And I'm standing there sadly WITH A SHOVEL IN MY HANDS!
Boss explained it; His wife's DAD had been battling cancer and just got another bad medical report.....................
We laugh about it now, but at the time, man, oh man!
ron
Before cell phones, my boss was at a biz class across town. I knew his Newfi had been ill--it was an old, large, and overweight dog. So when his wife called me trying to find her husband (she knew he was at the university somewhere.......) She was crying and not making any sense, and I thought I heard "dog" among the sobs. I tell her I'll get ahold of her husband and have him call.
So I track down the UN, and finally found someone who could get a message to the boss while I waited on hold. When he came on, I told him to call home, I think something happened to your dog. He said "Thanks, bye" as I understood he needed to call.
Back at work, we pondered what might have happened. The longer we talked, the more I knew he'd need help in burying the dog.
So after work, I changed, picked up a shovel, and drove to boss's house. It was one of those awkward times of what do I say????????????
As I approach the door, I hear a loud "wolf, wolf". I'm thinking, 'gee, they are distraught, and now they are hearing another dog barking, man this is gonna be tear time'.
Boss opens the door and their's HIS DOG, wagging his tail and barking at the doorbell. And I'm standing there sadly WITH A SHOVEL IN MY HANDS!
Boss explained it; His wife's DAD had been battling cancer and just got another bad medical report.....................
We laugh about it now, but at the time, man, oh man!
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Deere755: There's really nothing I can add to what has been said except that I, too, feel your pain. I've been through it with both dogs and cats; they all become members of our families.
It's only folks who haven't had animal friends/companions who refer to them as "dumb animals." I know that isn't meant to mean that they are stupid, only that they don't speak, but even that isn't quite true --they do communicate, and often very eloquently, joy, sadness, occasionally annoyance or anger and, most of all, love. They just don't use our words.
I had to put my 15 year old Komondor (hungarian sheepdog) down in similar circumstances, some 12 years ago. He'd had a stroke, lost use of his legs, and had no quality of life left. He made it clear he was ready. His ashes rest below a rock on which I carved his name with a cold chisel and the memory of his love and loyalty live on.
But we now have a black lab and Newfie. They don't eradicate his memory, any more than the friends you have now erase the memory of friends who have passed on. But we are sure glad we have them.
I think that you will be glad to have another dog, too, maybe not immediately, but when you see it in terms of another dog out there who needs and wants your friendship and love as much as you need his or hers.
It's only folks who haven't had animal friends/companions who refer to them as "dumb animals." I know that isn't meant to mean that they are stupid, only that they don't speak, but even that isn't quite true --they do communicate, and often very eloquently, joy, sadness, occasionally annoyance or anger and, most of all, love. They just don't use our words.
I had to put my 15 year old Komondor (hungarian sheepdog) down in similar circumstances, some 12 years ago. He'd had a stroke, lost use of his legs, and had no quality of life left. He made it clear he was ready. His ashes rest below a rock on which I carved his name with a cold chisel and the memory of his love and loyalty live on.
But we now have a black lab and Newfie. They don't eradicate his memory, any more than the friends you have now erase the memory of friends who have passed on. But we are sure glad we have them.
I think that you will be glad to have another dog, too, maybe not immediately, but when you see it in terms of another dog out there who needs and wants your friendship and love as much as you need his or hers.
Eulogy to "Man's Best Friend" The Dog
Gentlemen of the jury:
The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most.
A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its clouds upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.
Gentlemen of the jury, a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."
~By Sen. George Graham Vest of Missouri.
On Oct. 28th 1869 in Johnson County, Missouri a hunting dog by the name of "Old Drum" was gunned down by a sheep farmer. The farmer's name was, Leonidas Hornsby. Prior to killing "Old Drum", Hornby threatened his neighbors by stating "he would kill the next dog he caught on his property". This so happened to be "Old Drum" owned by Charles Burden. Burden sued Hornsby and hired three lawyers (George Graham Vest, Wells Blodgett and John Phillips) to defend his case. Hornsby was defended by two other prominent lawyers, Thomas T. Crittenden and Francis Cockrell. During the trial in Warrensburg, Missouri (Sept. 23, 1870) Vest is reported to have stated that "he would win the case or apologize to every dog in Missouri." The preceding was the text to Vest's "Tribute to the American dog":
George Graham Vest won the case in Warrensburg and won it again before an appeal to the Missouri Supreme Court. In memory of this event, a statue honoring "Old Drum" and the words of Vest was erected in Warrensburg. Sen. George Graham Vest, U.S. Senator, C.S. Congressman, Confederate veteran, conservationist and champion for the rights of Native Americans, died in August 9, 1904 in Sweet Springs, Saline Co., Mo. He was buried in Bellefontaine cemetery in St.Louis, Mo.
Gentlemen of the jury:
The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most.
A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its clouds upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.
Gentlemen of the jury, a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."
~By Sen. George Graham Vest of Missouri.
On Oct. 28th 1869 in Johnson County, Missouri a hunting dog by the name of "Old Drum" was gunned down by a sheep farmer. The farmer's name was, Leonidas Hornsby. Prior to killing "Old Drum", Hornby threatened his neighbors by stating "he would kill the next dog he caught on his property". This so happened to be "Old Drum" owned by Charles Burden. Burden sued Hornsby and hired three lawyers (George Graham Vest, Wells Blodgett and John Phillips) to defend his case. Hornsby was defended by two other prominent lawyers, Thomas T. Crittenden and Francis Cockrell. During the trial in Warrensburg, Missouri (Sept. 23, 1870) Vest is reported to have stated that "he would win the case or apologize to every dog in Missouri." The preceding was the text to Vest's "Tribute to the American dog":
George Graham Vest won the case in Warrensburg and won it again before an appeal to the Missouri Supreme Court. In memory of this event, a statue honoring "Old Drum" and the words of Vest was erected in Warrensburg. Sen. George Graham Vest, U.S. Senator, C.S. Congressman, Confederate veteran, conservationist and champion for the rights of Native Americans, died in August 9, 1904 in Sweet Springs, Saline Co., Mo. He was buried in Bellefontaine cemetery in St.Louis, Mo.
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Plumboy...you sound exactly like me a few months ago. I had two wonderful Scotties that I lost to cancer withing 3 months of each other. I thought no way was I ever going to get another pet.
After several months of being alone, I ran across the Scottish Terrier rescue site and filled out an application. Nothing happened for a few months, but then I got an email asking if I'd be interested in adopting a pair of male terriers...one Scottie & one Westie. I said I'd come out & take a look on Saturday. Well, to get to the chase, it took all of about 30 seconds before I fell in love again. These two boys are not without sin, but I'll provide a great home & give them all the love & understanding they can handle.
So I hope that someday you will feel priviledged to adopt a dog in need. /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Jon
After several months of being alone, I ran across the Scottish Terrier rescue site and filled out an application. Nothing happened for a few months, but then I got an email asking if I'd be interested in adopting a pair of male terriers...one Scottie & one Westie. I said I'd come out & take a look on Saturday. Well, to get to the chase, it took all of about 30 seconds before I fell in love again. These two boys are not without sin, but I'll provide a great home & give them all the love & understanding they can handle.
So I hope that someday you will feel priviledged to adopt a dog in need. /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Jon
Threads like this always bring tears but I read them anyway. Took the wife and I a full year to get another dog after having to put Miss Bear asleep. She was a Chow Sheltie mix and the best friend I ever had, great watch dog but a real sweetheart once she knew no one was being threatened.
Sure loved that dog and hope she is having a good time in dogie heaven.
Sure loved that dog and hope she is having a good time in dogie heaven.
NIXON
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Welcome to TBN ! and thanks for posting "mans best freind " .
John
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