my dog died

[Bec]

I am so very sorry for your loss

 

[Catstar68]

"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached."

RIP Princess.

I know this is a difficult time but comfort yourself with the fact that she was well loved and loved you back.

 

[Catstar68]

"We who choose to surround ourselves
with lives even more temporary than our
own, live within a fragile circle;
easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps,
we would still live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only
certain immortality, never fully
understanding the necessary plan."
— Irving Townsend

The whole poem. I find it simple and beautiful.

 

[HorseFeatherz NV]

 

[ducks4you]

Xena, November, 1998 to February, 2008, RIP, I will NEVER forget you

every time I think of her

 

[Redyre Rotties]

My sincerest condolences, you must all miss her terribly. That is a fabulous life span, a testament to the care and love you showed her over her lifetime.

 

[Redyre Rotties]

My favorite tribute of all to those who have gone on before us......

The Power Of The Dog

by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

 

[maplesky7]

I'm sorry your beloved companion has gone.

hugs,
gretchen