OT- My dog, Blue
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although I've only had the joy of knowing him for half of the last 11
years of his life, I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
He's more human than most people I know. More full of life, love and
emotion than any person I've met. I'm sure people will get all tight
assed about 'humanizing' pets.. and they're right, he isn't human. I
don't know a single human as wonderful and caring as my dog, Blue.
Over the last 5 1/2 years, he's been there for me through every tear,
every laugh, and every sad, happy, melloncollie, bored, and exciting
moment of my life.
His funny little mannerisms.. getting all huffy when someone was
sitting in HIS seat. Tucking in his lips and pouting like a child.
His favorite things were his yellow frisbee, pickles, tomatoes, bacon,
and sitting between his mom and dad on the couch, while we rub his
belly. Blue loved the beach more than anything, tho! He'd always
find the biggest, HUGEST stick he could possibly carry, and come
running toward you with it, going 50 miles an hour! You had to leap
out of his way, unless you wanted to be whacked with the TREE he was
carrying! hehe... Always finding something funky to roll in, no
matter where he was. And of course, he hated baths. He would swim
for days, but the moment you got near him with the hose, he knew it
was bath time, and off he goes!
I guess I didn't realize exactly how many lives he had touched, untill
he started getting sick. Every single person who has ever met him, as
completely fell in love. Even my friend Bethany, who was terrified of
dogs, melted at the sight his beautiful brown eyes. People who have
only met him a few times, have called me, telling me how upset and
sorry they are. Friends and family are coming from all over just to
see him one last time. Grown men are tearing up at the sight of him
and the sorrow in his eyes.
Blue has no hatred in his heart. Only a sweet smile and wagging tail
to greet you every day. He always knew when anyone was feeling a bit
down, and he'd come over to you, plop his head down on your lap, and
give you all the love you needed to make you smile once more.
But the last few months of Blue's life have been very blue... He's
rapidly lost weight.. down to a meager 50 pounds. *he was nearly
100* Slowly watching my sweet boy turn down his favorite treats,
because his tummy would reject anything he put in it. His sad brown
eyes staring up at you while you eat dinner.. wondering why he can't
eat too. I have never felt more pain and sorrow than I do now, when I
look into his little puppy eyes. So yesterday, my fiance and I made
the hardest decision we've ever had to make in our lives. We called
our vet to do a house call on Monday morning, to help him to sleep.
He'll lay in the garden amongst the flowers and grass, and slowly
float away to the heavens, where he can watch over us forever.
Friends, family, and everyone who has offered their condolences:
Thank you. I know you all love him as much as we do, and I really
appreciate all you've done for us, and the love you brought into
Blue's life. I think he left little doggie paw prints on all of our
hearts, and we will never forget him.
"There is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot,
he will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim
frontier of death, and down the well-remembered path, to your side
again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not
growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may
scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
who hear no whimper - people who may never really have had a dog -
Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them,
which is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog
is in the heart of his master." --- Ben Hur Lampman
Thanks buddy. I love you.
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Kathleen
grace you gave him at the end is something those of us who go on two
legs can only pray for.
No matter where you laid him to rest he will be for you.
The task at the end of it all is hard, brutal. But it is small change
in exchange for what we receive from them over their lifetimes.
Give yourself time to grieve, time to heal. There will never be another
Blue. But eventually you will open your heart and your arms and your
home to another because that's what loving souls do. When it's time,
ask the wind and your new love will come to you.
Godspeed, Blue.
atroph...@msn.com
I guess that tends to happen in times of sorrow. Thank you for your
kind words. I wish everyone could have known him. He was the most
loving soul I've encountered. It was one of those instant soul
connections. He's my fiance's dog, and I always used to joke with
him, that the only reason I was keeping him was because of Blue. :)
Thanks again for your kindness. It's much appreciated. Take care.
Lorriedel Lael
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Blue sounds like he was a wonderful dog. May his memory be for a
blessing. Thank you for sharing this story with us. Sometimes it is
hard to do the right thing, but it is important that the two of you
chose to do what was right for the dog.
Lorriedel
Alex Wilson
"Lorriedel Lael" <Lorrie...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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My condolences, some dogs are just pets.....some dogs are far more.
My Ziggy was my constant companion for 17 years, I watched him being born at
3am at my neighbors one night and knew he was my dog. He gave me 17 years of
joy and brought light into many peoples lives....awesome dog and a true
friend.
That last trip to the vets was one of the hardest things I've ever done.
I've thought about getting another dog, but I don't think I could ever do
it.
Enjoy the good memories of Blue, they will last a lifetime.
Alex
NightMist
> So yesterday, my fiance and I made
>the hardest decision we've ever had to make in our lives. We called
>our vet to do a house call on Monday morning, to help him to sleep.
>He'll lay in the garden amongst the flowers and grass, and slowly
>float away to the heavens, where he can watch over us forever.
I am sure that right now Blue is laughing at our Stripey as she stalks
off in a huff loudly asking who is responsible for letting a dog in.
NightMist
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Nothing has been the same since that house fell on my sister.
Dark Phoenix
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>I have the most wonderful dog in the world. His name is Blue, and
> although I've only had the joy of knowing him for half of the last 11
> years of his life, I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
My condolances to you and your fiance. That call is the hardest one to make,
but you did the right thing. Blue's spirit will always be with you.
--
Laurie Brown, Dark Phoenix
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Natascha
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