Skip to comments.I Lost My Best Friend This Morning
Posted on 05/21/2007 7:23:48 PM PDT by uglybiker
I apoligize in advance for being so long winded, but I felt the need to share.
5:00am. I'm up and stumbling around the house like I usually do at this time of morning getting ready for work. Keys?...check. Smokes?...check. Lighter?...check. Monster mug o' coffee?...check.
Okay. I've got all the important stuff covered. I walk to the back door with a quick stop at the pantry to pull out a dog cookie. I walk out the door and something is missing. Normally, at the bottom of the steps, is a largish, wooly, mixed-breed dog. His name is Buddy. During the warmer part of the year (which we have alot of here in Arizona), he likes to sleep out in the yard where the ground is cooler. Normally he can hear me bumbling around the house in the morning, so he comes to the back steps to wait for me to come out. He always knew that 'Daddy' would give him some well-deserved attention and a cookie before he left. That was the daily ritual and I did my best to keep my part of the bargain.
He'd been getting along in years and, every once in awhile, I guess he'd sleep so soundly that he wouldn't hear me, and I'd find him still asleep in the yard right at the back corner of the house. He was there this morning, but when I called him, he didn't move. His body was still warm, his limbs were still limber, but my friend was gone.
And a hole opened in my heart.
No more will I see that wagging tail, those perked ears and that goofy dog grin as he lays with his paws crossed --always right over left-- just behind the back gate. Where he would stay almost motionless until the gate is actually open and "OHBYOHBOYOHBOY! DADDY'S HOME!!"
No more when I open the back door will he squirt in and play Kentucky Derby through the house with the cat. First one leading, then the other.
No more in the spring when the mulberrys flower and all the fuzzy bits fall to the ground and seemingly every #%&$%$# on gets stuck in his fur when he tries to come in the house...
No more will he lay his head on my knee and look up at me with those watery eyes and that disarming 'goofy dog grin' that he had perfected so well. That look said he knew who his master was. And that was all that mattered.....and would Master please give him a cookie? ;-)
Flashback to ten years ago.
November '97. I had recently moved to Arizona and was renting a room from my folks while I was getting myself established. I had just received a sizeable promotion at work and had saved up enough to put a down payment on a house. I was finally starting to move up in the world.
I got to work to pull a weekend shift when the man at the front gate ask me:"You know anybody who wants a dog? He's been wandering around here for two days. I felt sorry for him, so I gave him a frozen waffle I was going to have for breakfast. He likes me now. I call him 'Buddy'." My father worked at the same place at the time and, before I knew it, my parents had driven down, coaxed him into their car and brought him home. (My family has a failing when it comes to stray critters. We all have a couple.)It took the better part of a day to get him to come up to me. But when he figured out I was okay, he wasn't going anywhere. We debated on taking him to the local animal shelter, but I figured that since he was so skiddish, nobody would take him. So, when the paperwork on my house cleared a couple of weeks later, he came home with me.
He still had alot of puppy in him, so there were some problems at first. My utility trailer got stripped of all its wires, the power lead to my AC was pulled off, about two hundred holes showed up in my 'new' backyard, and I got notices stuck on my front door from animal control complaining about a barking dog. But he eventually settled down and even made up with the neighbors. One even told me that she didn't mind him barking so much because "he's not only watching your yard, he's watching mine, too!" Before long, he had truly lived up to his name. What had been some uncaring person's cast off, quickly became my closest and truest friend.
Buddy never was a big fan of the ugly bike. He didn't mind the noise, he just knew that whenever he saw me loading stuff on it, I was going somewhere and wasn't taking him.
Time rolled on. I got another promotion at work, my Father retired and my parents moved to eastern Texas. My folks always seeming to need something either hauled to them or hauled back, a couple times a year I would load up the truck and head east. Me at the wheel and Buddy behind the drivers seat with his head on the console. We took this trip enough times that we had our own scheduled stops. First: the New Mexico Welcome center on I-40. Second: The Love's truckstop west of Amarillo. Third: just outside of Witchita Falls and last: a little picnic area on Highway 82 not far from Paris, Tx.
As he got older, he developed hip displasia and got to where he couldn't climb in the truck. So I whipped up a small foldable ramp so he could walk in. He was always ready to go somewhere.
Flash back to the present.
By now, I was running late for work, so I moved Buddy from the yard and put him in the breezeway next to his dog box. My supervisor was understanding. All guys know what if feels like when you lose your dog. Also my work load was light, so I was able to leave early to take care of the business of what to do with this, that which is all that is left of my best friend.
The soil in this part of Arizona is composed mostly of rock, clay and calichi. I would almost have to rent a jackhammer to dig a proper grave. But my local veterenarian offers a cremation servce. It's not cheap, but I'm not complaining. In a couple of weeks, I will receive a small box of ashes that will be placed where I have a spot prepared under my bedroom window next to a cat who was also a very true friend.
When I got to the vet office, they had me pull around back where two assistants laid out a sling, gently rolled him into it and together (he weighed almost 100 pounds) we carried him inside to the last place I would see him.
I turned around to go and remembered somethng. I knelt down and removed the collar that I had put on him a long, long time ago. He didn't need it anymore.
I was no longer his Master.
There was a thread here the other day that posed the question about whether our pets go to heaven. I didn't read the whole thing, but I seem to remember a poster saying that there is a reason animals are rarely mentioned in Scripture. The Bible was written for mankind. Animals don't need a guide on how to live their lives.It is very scant on details about what happens to animals when they pass on. So anything I can add would be strictly my opinion. You can take it for what it's worth.
And, in my opinion, I believe that our pets are a physical manifestation of our Creator's love for us.
They are sent to us to perform one task, and one task only. And that is to serve their masters.
In doing so, they are also a reminder to their masters that they too have one task. And that is to serve Our Lord and Master.
The sheer exuberence at which they go about their one task is a reminder of how we should go about ours.
And as their lives are but a few short years, they remind us that, as their physical bodies must return to the earth whence they came, so too shall be our fate. And we should make the best of the short time we have been blessed with.
I cannot say for sure that our pets go to Heaven. I will only say that if the hereafter is supposed to be paradise, that paradise would be a bleak place indeed if my best friend is not there to share it with me.
As I type this, his collar is sitting on my desck by my keyboard. I look around the room and I see over in one corner, a very well-chewed rope toy. In another corner is the knot off a rawhide bone next to an old blue blanket he would lie on when he would come inside. I'm not sure what to do with them yet. Do I throw them out or save them for the next dog? I say next for it seems to be my lot that when one of my animals passes, a short time later another one shows up needing a home.
But I will always have a very special place for a largish, wooly dog with a 'goofy dog grin'.
I’m not currently on the Dog PING List. I would appreciate it if you’d add me.
Something I think cat owners could identify with, as well.
Thank you for sharing!!
Now that is a good doggy.
I’m sorry for your loss uglybiker.
I know that dog must have brought
you many special memories.
I have share your pain.
St.Kolbe was the best as he would open doors for my WC Bound son and I.
Now watching my other best (human) friend and son’s health decline but with a sharp mind intact my heart feels irrepairibly broken.
I only feel it when I have chest pains.
I know FReind what that deflated crushed feeling feels like.
Prayers for you and your buddy who has crossed over the rainbow bridge.
Sorry to hear about the loss of your friend Biker. I know mine have become my children.
Bump with hugs ping for a canine greiving uglybiker.
Our "Jack" - huge black lab rottie mix - disappeared Thanksgiving day a year and a half ago - and we still look at every black lab with a red collar very closely. He was so intelligent, and also a stray who showed up one day.
That is such a very beautiful story. Your buddy was also very lucky to have a master like you. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat animals. I am so sorry that you have lost such a wonderful friend.
I lost the best dog I ever had a while ago. I know how you feel. So sorry.
I have a cat, so I still use my dogs auto water feeder. I sit near it on the computer and almost every morning, the bottle will make a glug, glug sound like it did when she was drinking. I will look over and no one is there. Gives me a warm feeling that she is still by my side.
He looks alot like a little gal named Laci who always greets me when my van pulls up to the lil boat launching store up the road.
You wrote a wonderful story about a dear friend. *hug* My condolences on the loss of your Buddy.
Oh, that is so sad. I am sorry for your great loss. What a sweet puppy. God bless you.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Of course, dogs go to heaven. It wouldn’t be heaven without them.
It sucks, but it's the price you pay and it's always worth it.
My Kolbe (lab) had a jewel necklace I had made special for him.
I wear it now. : )
His picture is in a 8x10 fancy wedding type frame on the living room table.
I am so sorry to hear that you have lost your best friend. Your eulogy for him was touching and very beautiful. I agree that heaven would be a very poor place, indeed, without our beloved pets who passed before us. I think that the Lord loves us and them too much not to reunite us in paradise. May your good memories of Buddy comfort you in the coming days. Bless you.
Hey, share anytime. You had a big day.
I’m sorry for your loss.
Thank you for sharing this!Although it can never take Buddy’s place in your heart, I hope you do get another dog.
My condolences. What a sweet tribute.
You did good,Buddy was a happy Dog.
My thoughts are with you, someone that has never had a dog from puppy to old age might not understand but it is like losing a child or sibling. Very painful
Truly, man’s (and woman’s) best friend...
It reminded me of the "Ode to Old Drum", a closing argument given in an 1870 civil case in Warrensburg, MO, over the loss of a dog. The Plaintiff's lawyer gave a very brief, but powerful closing argument that is in line with what you said of your dog.
Gentlemen of the Jury:
"The best friend a man has in this 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 the most. A mans 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 a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog."
"Gentleman of the Jury, a mans 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 masters side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that encounters 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 against danger, to fight against his enemies. When the last scene of all comes, and death takes the 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 his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."
Great that you two got to know each other.
Sigh. Here's to Buddy. Thanks for sharing this piece.
Your excellent tribute to Buddy brought a tear to my eye. So sorry for your loss Uglybiker. I think I will give my boy Strider a bowl of ice cream tonight; it’s one of his favorite treats. It will be in honor of Buddy.
We'll see our animals again. What's going on now here isn't their fault. They misbehave because nature itself has been tainted or people warp them to do bad things, but nothing personally is held against them. Remember, God says He is going to make all things new again (with notes that 'new again' can be read 'renew'). Why wouldn't the animals come back if ALL things will be made new? They will.
He had a great goofy grin. What a cool dog.
When God had made the Earth and sky,
The flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
And all the birds and bees.
And when his work was finished,
Not one was quite the same.
He said, “I’ll walk this earth of mine,
And give each one a name.”
And so he travelled land and sea,
And everywhere he went,
A little creature followed Him
Until his strength was spent.
And when all were named upon the Earth,
And in the sky and sea,
The little creature said, “Dear Lord,
There’s not one left for me!”
The Father smiled and softly said:
“I’ve left you till the end.
I’ve turned my own name back to front,
And called you DOG, my friend.”
what a beautiful tribute to a fine friend.
i am so sorry for your loss. :(
Condolences extended and tears shed. Buddy looks like the dog we lost about 11 years ago...Dusty. Although, we now have four dogs,Dusty holds a special place.
I sure hope my dogs will be in Paradise, ‘cause they are what makes earth bearable. :)
Hope a new friend shows up soon.
Boy can I feel for you. I lost my best friend in ‘03. It still pains me to think of her passing. PBS had a special on dogs about a week ago and it said that dogs are the only animal on earth that humans have such a special relationship with. I have cats and I love them, but no way are they like a dog.
I am lucky enough to still have my Lucky with me, as well as his companion Spot (Dalmatian). I think I know what you mean about the toys and blankets. That is always the hardest part for me. What to do with what is left behind. I still have a collar from a daschund that I owned when I was just a child. He was my best friend and is a frequent player in many of my dreams.
I love your analogy of how we should be more like our pets with our master. Very cool thought. I will be contemplating that for a while.
I am so sorry for your loss. It will be interesting to see which new pet God sends you to next. He knows which of his children he can trust to care for them properly.
I’m so sorry to hear about your devoted Buddy. What a wonderful tribute you wrote! (My current three dogs probably wondered why I just hurried out of the computer room to give them each a big hug and pet - in Buddy’s honor.)
My heart goes out to you. It’s ghastly hard to lose a dog. But give your heart a little time to heal, and get another dog — you’re right: they “are a physical manifestation of our Creator’s love for us.”
Unfortunately, last year, I also joined the "I completely understand, because I've been there" club. My little angel, Jesse, suffered a brain aneursym on the 4th of July, and the next day, my best friend was given her final shot to return home to God. That was THE HARDEST thing I EVER had to go through in my entire life! But like other people on here told me, and I'm telling you now ~ the pain WILL ease day by day. Just like all of us, you will always miss Buddy, but you will always have your memories.
If you haven't been there yet, check out: http://www.rainbowbridge.com/. It's a great resource for people who have just lost their loved one. It has stories from other people in a similar situation, poems, memorials, etc. I think it might be a good help for you right now.
Ecclesiastes 3: 18-22
I also thought, "As for men, God tests them so that they may see that they are like the animals. Man's fate is that like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath, man has NO advantage over the animal. Everything is meaningless. All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. Who knows if the spirit of man rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth"?
Hugs. I lost my best four legged friend four years ago and still miss her terribly.
Thank you for sharing that beautiful story with us; everyone who has lost a doggie friend knows exactly how you feel. I also loved the way you brought our Creator’s love into the fabric: you put it so perfectly that it brought tears to my eyes. Because of God’s love, I believe your Buddy is waiting for you by the Rainbow Bridge so you can cross into Heaven together.
We lost our last “baby” a year ago in March, and nothing really prepares you for the incredible pain of this kind of loss. After over a year of mourning, we were blessed to get our new puppy in April. She’s a true delight! We will never forget our other babies, but her energy and zest have brought joy back into our lives.
Thank you again. Our hearts and prayers are with you.
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