Sorry about any spelling or typo errors, one of my German Shepherds keeps pawing me.
God Bless Victor, the German Shepherd.
There is no better friend to man than dog, and there is no better dog than the German Shepherd.
My shepherd is well more than 13 years old now. He has lived past his expectancy. He is still very healthy, solid, alert and still squeaks his toy every night like a pup.
I think he is still healthy because he helps keep me healthy by walking me every day. Or at least seeing to it that I walk him every day.
I know the decision Glenn is facing, I have faced it before and will face it again soon enough.
We do this because we love them and we don’t want them to know pain. We will see our friends again in the end.
I saw this and it brought tears to my eyes. I have two little guys of my own(A Shih Tzu named Maxie and a Pomeranian/Maltese mix named Nemo) I couldn’t imagine anything ever happening to them..they are my babies. God Bless Victor he is a special dog
It’s good for Glenn to face loss like this, it will prepare him him for the loss of the country in the next four years...
George Graham Vest (1830-1904) served as U.S. Senator from Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and became one of the leading orators and debaters of his time. This delightful speech is from an earlier period in his life when he practiced law in a small Missouri town. It was given in court while representing a man who sued another for the killing of his dog. During the trial, Vest ignored the testimony, and when his turn came to present a summation to the jury, he made the following speech and won the case.
Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the 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 cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. 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 him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his 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 the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
George Graham Vest - c. 1855
I am at peace with my two dogs who passed naturally at home, but I will forever be haunted leaving my wonderful Scruffy at the Vets, never really knowing how they got rid of him. It is so much easier when that decision doesn't have to be made.
Believe me, it is tough, I went through with with many of my cats. We lost Whitey, my half Snowshoe Cat, exactly two months ago.
I feel for Glenn Beck. Prayers for him, the family, and the dog.
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I feel for the Beck family. To lose a faithful companion and protector leaves a huge hole in one’s heart, particularly when that protector has a wet nose and a wagging tail.
It is tough. We have lost 2 shepherds this year. One through stomach flipping and the other liver cancer which was a surprise. She died in my arms. Soon we will lose her sister who was diagnosed with bone cancer a few months ago. Odd, we thought she would be the first to go as she was diagnosed before the others; but she is not ready yet.
It has been a very tearful year and hard to get through.
These threads always get to me...my son just lost his dog..I’ve also lost many, and you never get over it..here’s a prayer I received the other day..Hear our humble prayer,O God, for our friends the animals,especially for animals who are suffering for animals that are over-worked,underfed and cruely treated;for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars;for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry;for all that must be put to death..we entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compsion and gentle hands and kind words..make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals and so to share the blessings of the merciful...
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I have been there and had to make that decision twice. It’s heart wrenching but you have to do what is right for the animal and for me, to have faith that there really is a rainbow bridge!
I am crying my heart out, for my losses, for Beck, Victor and all of you who have faced or are facing the inevitable goodbye.
In my life I have had many, many cats (at one time 9), delightful, lovable companions or better yet our kids. Not a single one died peacefully, we always had to make the decision for them.
I lost the last one two years ago. Angie had been my consolation, my strength, my shadow as her love helped me in the loss of my husband. She knew, she searched the house for days or would be at the window waiting for his return. She accepted in the way all animals do and then gave all her love to me as mine was for her. We could look in each other eyes and know what each felt.
Maybe we humanize them too much but when one lives with a pet for so long - Angie lived to be 19 - we are in tune and they sense things in a way we can’t. The last day of her life, she always slept on the pillow near my cheek, she was under the covers with her head on my heart. She knew.