This can make a grown man hurt...

[tugboat-2]

Sorry to hear it ! Pets become a major "part" of the family,..and it really hurts to lose one. We've developed a little pet cemetary out back over the years,..some marked.

I have a Dremel electric engraver, (for my stained glass work). A flat piece of scrap cement ruined a good engraving point (replaceable), but made a decent stone for another "old" dog.

Attachment makes their passing painful! "King", a Shelty I loved (dearly), had to be put down,(a few years ago)..in kindness,. but such an ordeal I swore I'd never have another, ..couldn't take it again.

Few years later, my daughter (in town) had to get rid of her dog,...part Lab/Shepard and asked if we'd take her on the farm? "NOPE,..well,..JUST till you find her a home", I barked ernestly!! ...I fought hard, (very hard!)... but dirty-doggon-dad-blame-it-all, ...I fell in love !

That dog eventually, needed personal care, and old "Jesse" slowly lost the use of everything but an embarrassed and apologetic big, sad eyed look that broke my heart,.(again)! ...Well,. thats the one I made the stone for! It's "never" an easy task!!!

God Bless those that "care" for our dependant animals. If we hadn't domesticated them, they wouldn't "depend" on us,.....so I believe we owe these creatures, . . big time !! ~~Do whatcha can for 'em~~

. . . tug

 

[N80]

We're dealing with a sick dog right now and even though he's getting better I can sure sympathize with what you're going through because we thought he might not make it at first. Very sorry to hear about your loss.

 

[WayneB]

Sorry to hear about your dog. Nothing much one can say, but time will help your wife get over it.

 

[MotorSeven]

The wife is doing better. I just had to share one last thing, our fav pic:

 

[skent]

When our Dear Sheba died last year, a dear friend sent this poem by Elizabeth Turner, titled "As I Should.

I still cry when I read it. . . . . . . . .

I sob now, as I should,
As I hold you one last time.
Black fur against my face,
Breathless, a nose no longer wet.
The words I love you land on now deaf ears.
My pet.

I cry now, as I should,
As I put away your things.
The collar with your name,
The leash that brought such joy.
The dish, the quilt, and hardest still, an old stuffed bear.
Your toy.

I forget now, as I should,
On the first day, when I wake.
Stepping over the spot where you should be.
Empty space beside the bed.
This uncertain day must yet be faced.
My dread.

I ache now, as I should,
For the change in daily life.
Stillness yet unflinching, quiet so unkind.
The respites come but they are brief.
Until I hear a bark, or see another walk their dog.
New grief.

I smile now, as I should,
When I think of moments past.
The not quite perfect antics.
Stealing food, the wetness of a sloppy kiss.
Shredded tissue, messy beard, weight pressed against my leg.
I miss.

I think back now, as I should,
Through all the days we shared.
Loyalty in earnest, valor, beauty, grace.
The embodiment of what we humans should but don't hold dear.
And yet I feel you whisper, in the hardest moments still.
I'm Here.

 

[MotorSeven]

Steve, my wife has been working on her own poem, but not having much success. She said to tell you thanks....

RD

 

[Cottonhawk]

Sorry about your loss.
It's very hard!