LaurenThePartier
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I know, just take it a day at a time for now and don''t expect too much of yourself. You WILL get through this but you have a whole grieving process to go through, so take good care of yourself and take lots of comfort from Hubby and your other babies. Spend as much time as you can with Red too, he will help you so much.Date: 4/28/2009 4:29:16 PM
Author: Irishgrrrl
Lorelei ~ Thanks. I keep telling myself it''s going to get better eventually . . . I just can''t imagine how.
MZ ~ I know what you mean. As much as it hurts now that we''ve lost him, I feel so lucky to have had him in my life. And don''t worry . . . Caesar is a ''cat purrson'' so I''m sure he''ll be good to your kitties! LOL!
Aw, Whitby, thank you! I so much appreciate you walking with me through this. I know how much your dogs mean to you, so I know you can imagine what this is like. Thank you so much! ((((HUGS))))Date: 4/29/2009 10:12:53 PM
Author: whitby_2773
Emm -
i''ve been thinking of you and caesar and all your family today. nothing in particular - just thinking. picturing your beautiful boy and feeling sad for you.
just wanted you to know i''m thinking of you and hoping you got through today ok, and that i''ll be thinking of you tomorrow too, just sort of walking with you a little bit while the pain subsides.
i''ll be praying that tomorrow is better than today, and that the day after that is better again, and so on till all you have left is - not grief - just wonderful memories of your beloved boy.
Thank you, Beacon. Thank you for saying that. I can only hope I made him half as happy as he made me. He was such a good dog.Date: 4/29/2009 10:56:40 PM
Author: Beacon
I am just catching this thread now. Gosh it is sad. I am so sorry about the loss of your good dog.
You know, wouldn''t it be wonderful if all animals had the love and support that you gave yours. He had a great life and you can be very proud of it.
I know how much it hurts. Hope you are hanging in there. I am very sorry.
I ask my Master and Mistress to remember me always, but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in their happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain. Let them remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and this I owe to their love and care for me), now that I have grown blind and deaf and lame, and even my sense of smell fails me so that a rabbit could be right under my nose and I might not know, my pride has sunk to a sick, bewildered humiliation. I feel life is taunting me with having over-lingered my welcome. It is time I said good-bye, before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me. It will be sorrow to leave them, but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What may come after death, who knows? I would like to believe with those of my fellow Dalmatians who are devout Mohammedans, that there is a Paradise where one is always young and full-bladdered; where all the day one dillies and dallies with an amorous multitude of houris, beautifully spotted; where jack rabbits that run fast but not too fast (like the houris) are as the sands of the desert; where each blissful hour is mealtime; where in long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams, remembering the old brave days on earth, and the love of one''s Master and Mistress.
I am afraid this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect. But peace, at least, is certain. Peace and long rest for weary old heart and head and limbs, and eternal sleep in the earth I have loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best.
One last request I earnestly make. I have heard my Mistress say, "When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one." Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me in the family, now she cannot live without a dog! I have never had a narrow jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good (and one cat, the black one I have permitted to share the living room rug during the evenings, whose affection I have tolerated in a kindly spirit, and in rare sentimental moods, even reciprocated a trifle). Some dogs, of course, are better than others. Dalmatians, naturally, as everyone knows, are best. So I suggest a Dalmatian as my successor. He can hardly be as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome as I was in my prime. My Master and Mistress must not ask the impossible. But he will do his best, I am sure, and even his inevitable defects will help by comparison to keep my memory green. To him I bequeath my collar and leash and my overcoat and raincoat, made to order in 1929 at Hermes in Paris. He can never wear them with the distinction I did, walking around the Place Vendôme, or later along Park Avenue, all eyes fixed on me in admiration; but again I am sure he will do his utmost not to appear a mere gauche provincial dog. Here on the ranch, he may prove himself quite worthy of comparison, in some respects. He will, I presume, come closer to jack rabbits than I have been able to in recent years. And for all his faults, I hereby wish him the happiness I know will be his in my old home.