Splash reminds me of Max who we had to put down last Friday. He was suffering from Pancreatic Cancer, and I still can’t believe he is gone. Max was a red-gold coated retriever — unlike those blondie ones you saw at the Westminster this week.
How we miss him!
My deepest sympathies. I know they leave a pretty big hole when they’re gone...
You have my deepest sympathies and sincerest condolences over the loss of your canine companion. It’s been almost three years since I lost Big Red to lung cancer. I. Hate. Cancer.
So sorry for the loss of Max. Words cannot express the loss one feels when a cherished pet is gone. We have had many dogs over the years-each loss seem harder to bear.
Pug kisses from my little family.
"Loss of your dog." That sounds so inadequate. It IS so inadequate. It is SO much more than merely "The loss of your dog."
I do not have the words to express what I want to say. Perhaps some of these others can do it better.
Dogs lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, youre going to lose a dog, and theres going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you cant support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. Theres such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions.
--from The Darkest Evening of the Year by Dean Koontz
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 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 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 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 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
Why dogs dont live as long as people by Robin Downing, DVM
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dogs owner, his wife, and their little boy were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, the owners told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old boy to observe the procedure. They felt he could learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belkers family surrounded him. The little boy seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belkers transition without any difficulty or confusion.
We sat together for a while after Belkers death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
The little boy, who had been listening quietly, piped up, I know why.
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. Id never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody and being nice, right? The four-year- old continued, Well, animals already know how to do that, so they dont have to stay as long.
A Dog for Jesus
(Where dogs go when they die)
by Rudyard Kipling
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog.
As loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog,
Would have followed Him all through the day.
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away.
To face death alone and apart.
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Masters Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand and barked its delight,
For The One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
The old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
Knowing theyre in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, Wait, Im coming with you!
And trotted along behind.
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 to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vets unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will findits your own affair
But ... youve given your heart to 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 gonewherever it goesfor good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
Weve 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 weve kept em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long
So why inHeaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Best Twilight Zone ever about a man and his dog:. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xymIcIt1QGY