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2013-07-19 03:08:53 PM
Thanks everybody. I got busy at work, which was good to take my mind off things.

Since several asked, the puppy suddenly had severe intestinal and bladder problems. It can't hold in its urine. And by that, I don't mean that it sometimes pees on the floor. Urine is constantly dribbling out. Its not a matter of training either. The dog went to school and learned how to go outside. Then this happened.

Also, its knees are starting to go. I don't understand that one at all.

Anyway, it's in pain, and the operations would cost $6,000 and might not even work or might have to be repeated every so often.

We are going to tell the girl the truth. We decided long ago not to lie to our kids. My grandmother died two years ago and my parents' dog died three years ago and our girl has strong memories of both. So we're going to tell her that they were lonely in heaven and needed a new friend.

And now I just realized that's a lie. shiat. Well, we're telling her that anyway.
 
2013-07-19 03:09:42 PM
I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...


"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...."


Author unknown
 
2013-07-19 03:11:16 PM
Home soon with extra hugs for Bob the dog, Jorge the cat and Henry the house guest (neighbors dog).

\has a sad
\\20 years is a pretty good run
 
2013-07-19 03:13:07 PM
I am always sad when I hear of a pet's passing over the Bridge. However, in some ways I'm glad. If you've been owned by an animal, and you grieve their passing, it shows that you have experienced love. The love you have for your critter, and the love that they have for you, unconditionally. What a splendid gift, and one that keeps giving, every time you stop to pat a dog. Speak softly to that cat hiding with it's tail in plain sight. Or are able to once again open your heart and home to a new companion. And sometimes, hearing you talk about your animals, living and passed may motivate another person to adopt an animal into their lives.

Animals are the gift that keeps on giving.
 
2013-07-19 03:13:13 PM

imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...


You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?
 
2013-07-19 03:14:21 PM

FarkingReading: We are going to tell the girl the truth. We decided long ago not to lie to our kids. My grandmother died two years ago and my parents' dog died three years ago and our girl has strong memories of both. So we're going to tell her that they were lonely in heaven and needed a new friend.


I can't possibly express how badly I feel for having laughed at that. I'm sorry.

Best of luck to you and your little girl. This is, however, one of the very good things about kids having pets. They develop the tools to deal with death later in life.
 
2013-07-19 03:19:05 PM

Pray 4 Mojo: FarkingReading: We are going to tell the girl the truth. We decided long ago not to lie to our kids. My grandmother died two years ago and my parents' dog died three years ago and our girl has strong memories of both. So we're going to tell her that they were lonely in heaven and needed a new friend.

I can't possibly express how badly I feel for having laughed at that. I'm sorry.

Best of luck to you and your little girl. This is, however, one of the very good things about kids having pets. They develop the tools to deal with death later in life.


Don't feel bad about that! I laughed at myself too. And now I'm realizing how hard it is not to lie to kids sometimes!
 
2013-07-19 03:23:37 PM
My pooch just turned 17 a few days ago. She has trouble seeing (cataracts).
I just made a batch of food for her. Stuff I get at the butcher shop. She loves it.
Taking her camping this weekend. Olympic National Forest, you can take your dog in the trails.
 
2013-07-19 03:32:04 PM

Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?


Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.
 
2013-07-19 03:39:38 PM

Cold_Sassy: thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.


She is so cute! Big huge floppy ears that are as big as her whole head. Looks like a little fox. In factvwhen she crashes and falls asleep my fiancee or I will say "Starfox is down!!!"
 
2013-07-19 03:42:04 PM

Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.


Likewise
 
2013-07-19 03:42:30 PM

Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.


Oh lawd, me either!  And my vet, whom I adore, their office sends me one every time I've had a pet cross...(we've been together through 3 dogs and 4 cats so far).  Everyone signs it with a little note of their own  I still have them, in a box way in the back of the bookcase, with the collars....

crap *sniffle*
 
2013-07-19 03:44:37 PM
I really do have a sad
 
2013-07-19 03:46:46 PM

Cold_Sassy: thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.


She is so cute! Ears as bigvas b her wholevhead andvlooks like a little fox. Whenever she crashesvand goes yo sleep myb fiancee and I sayvto each other "Starfox is down!!!:
 
2013-07-19 03:47:00 PM
 
2013-07-19 03:47:26 PM

Well I use Mac/Linux...: Satan's Bunny Slippers: Kid Shelleen: OC left a few weeks ago.  

Sorry for the "Sad Story, Bro."

Oh dear.....I too have an OC, mine's HC (Homeless Cat).  He's been around since I moved in just over a year ago.  I hope I can get him in a carrier before snow flies this year, even if it's only for TNR.

I also have 3 inside cats, but this story just reminds me that my 13 year old Himi is probably not long for this world.  *sigh*  He's just old.

We adopted a stray that showed up outside one day.  She was probably around 3 months old, and nothing but skin and bones. She had a badly infected eye as well.  It was completely closed.  I fed her a couple times, then came home from work one day to find her curled up and sleeping in the mulch near the front door.  Broke my heart.  I was able to get her in a carrier by Macguyvering that shiat with some fishing line.  I put some food in the back of the carrier, then yanked the door shut when she went in.  She is now one of our indoor cats, and completely healthy.  I've had lots of cats over the years, and she is by far the sweetest.  Always wants to be pet, and loves to chirp and talk to you.  She and the cat we already had are now best buds.


We adopted a cat from the backyard last December. She was in pretty good condition, very sweet. We started feeding her at the back door and eventually I was able to pick her up and take her inside and quarantine her in a closed room, get her to the vet, etc. Now she and the two we already adopted from a shelter and from a co-worker are all buddies and playmates and she is an absolute darling. Like you said, she loves to be petted and has an adorable chirp that the other two don't. It's a rewarding feeling to be able to provide a loving home to such loving animals. All of them are fairly young (oldest is 5), so we look forward to having them for companions for many years to come (knock wood).
 
2013-07-19 03:48:46 PM

Pray 4 Mojo: zabadu: Since then, I've taken in three dogs.

What kind of dog is Trixie?


Don't know for sure, but her mother looked like a greyhound.  They speculate Greyhound and Lab.  I think more Sighthound than greyhound. One day I'll be able to afford DNA for both the big dogs.  I know Jeep is chi/doxie because I saw the parents.
 
2013-07-19 03:52:32 PM

thefatbasturd: Cold_Sassy: thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.

She is so cute! Ears as bigvas b her wholevhead andvlooks like a little fox. Whenever she crashesvand goes yo sleep myb fiancee and I sayvto each other "Starfox is down!!!:


Sorry. Took quite a while to post on my end so I did it again. Then after I hit send there it was... D'OH!
 
2013-07-19 03:53:10 PM
Jeep does this all day long...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuSFqER4roQ
 
2013-07-19 03:55:41 PM

thefatbasturd: Cold_Sassy: thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.

She is so cute! Ears as bigvas b her wholevhead andvlooks like a little fox. Whenever she crashesvand goes yo sleep myb fiancee and I sayvto each other "Starfox is down!!!:


LOL!!
 
2013-07-19 03:56:59 PM

zabadu: Pray 4 Mojo: zabadu: Since then, I've taken in three dogs.

What kind of dog is Trixie?

Don't know for sure, but her mother looked like a greyhound.  They speculate Greyhound and Lab.  I think more Sighthound than greyhound. One day I'll be able to afford DNA for both the big dogs.  I know Jeep is chi/doxie because I saw the parents.


Thanks... just wondering. She looks very similar in the face to my departed Dane-something or other mix. ('Other Dog'... from my post above)
 
2013-07-19 04:00:02 PM

Drachirryz: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7hjTszI3F8


I don't get it. Is the kid dead? the dog?
 
2013-07-19 04:05:57 PM
My silly dogs will bark if the other dogs start barking, not a lot, but just a bark of concern.  Then I get that Mom? look from them, like what is going on?
 
2013-07-19 04:46:03 PM
Since we are doing this, I will share my pet story.

About 7 years ago I was working as a "Ramp Agent" at a local untowered airport (M02 for you pilots out there), refueling various Aircraft that came by, handling radio traffic, running sales, et cetera. Anyway, I had just settled in for the morning when my cell phone rang. My mother was on the line, and had that "I'm on the verge of tears" tone of voice that someone uses when a major catastrophe has occurred. I asked her what had happened and she told me that our family house (post & beam 3 story, built by my dad and I) had Burned down due to a chimney fire. The family had gotten out safely, and had rescued a great many of our belongings and our dogs. I then asked her if anybody had been hurt, and she told me that our family cat and my Cockatiel didn't make it. The fire had started at the top of the house, and they had been unable to save the bird before the fire got too big. The cat had no excuse, however as they had thrown him out of the house repeatedly while running in to save stuff. He finally wound up hiding in the basement and it got too dangerous to try to save him. We had an old Navy surplus double decker steel rack (bunk bed) stored in the basement, and during clean-up afterward we found said rack melted into a puddle on the concrete floor. We figured that there wasn't much chance the cat survived long down there.

Now, before anybody asks "but what about the fire department? didn't they help?" I must inform you that the only fire department we had was a little VFD, and they showed up drunk with no water in the truck. A little astrovan my parents had parked too close to the house caught fire, burning so hot the engine block ignited. The VFD showed up a second time (with water) and decided it was a great idea to douse the engine block with water. The resulting steam explosion sent metal in various stages of cooling flying for about twenty feet. We were digging shards of it out of trees years later. Due in part to the fact that the home was "Unfinished" it was uninsured, so except for the few items my folks rescued we lost everything.
I still get a chuckle out of the retarded cat that kept running back into a burning building though.
 
2013-07-19 04:53:48 PM

washington-babylon: I still get a chuckle out of the retarded cat that kept running back into a burning building though.


The cat was trying to save the bird!
 
2013-07-19 05:07:48 PM

FarkingReading: Don't feel bad about that! I laughed at myself too. And now I'm realizing how hard it is not to lie to kids sometimes!


Not telling you how to raise your kids, but I do have strong feelings that there are some things that younger kids just don't need to know. You don't have to consider it lying, you are just not giving them all of the details, which is a way of protecting them. Every kid is different, but I am sure I told some stories to keep my kids from dealing with what I felt was something a kid shouldn't be burdened with. Besides, you can't prove or disprove the story you want to tell, so it may or may not be a lie and since you can't tell, use it. Just don't beat yourself up over something that helps your kid get through a hard time. You are the parent though and get to make the call, which it sounds like you have under control.
 
2013-07-19 05:26:28 PM
My family and I have always been cat people.  When I was very young we had a white-and-orange cat named Simon.  I don't remember much about him aside from his coloration; I think he had to be put down when I was 4 or so.  Then we adopted a beautiful brown tabby that we dubbed Sebastian.  He was the single friendliest cat I've ever been owned by, very loving and cuddly, but god help you if you ever touched his stomach in any way.  A couple years after we acquired Sebastian our upstairs neighbors moved out (we lived in an odd house at that time, kind of a duplex turned on its side; two stories high, each floor a separate apartment) and left behind a mound of trash, a broken toilet in their bathroom, and a six-month-old black kitten.  We'd practically already adopted said kitten before they even left - they only remembered to feed the poor little guy about once a week, so he was constantly sneaking into our kitchen to steal Sebastian's food - so when they left we just made it "official" and brought the kitten in permanently.  He was a very nervous cat (probably because of how the neighbors had treated him) and liked to hide under furniture, and being all black when we'd look under the bed for him all we would see would be his two big, yellow eyes staring back at us, so he was christened The Gremlin ("Gremmy" for short).  He and Sebastian quickly became best buddies.  Both of them were indoor/outdoor cats, and Sebastian took his his duty of keeping Other Cats out of the yard very seriously, but he never ventured further afield than the appliance-repair place next door.  Then one day Sebastian was inside and we heard the sounds of a catfight out on the porch: poor Gremmy (who was still barely out of kittenhood at this point) was getting the crap beat out of him by some stranger-cat.  Sebastian went  nuts when he realized what was going on, and when my mom opened the door to drive off the other cat Sebastian went tearing outside at full speed, slammed head-first into the other cat's side (knocking him straight off the porch), then chased him down our 40-yard driveway, across the street, and all the way down the block.

Sebastian had to be put down when I was 14 (he was old and his kidneys were giving out), and I'm still not sure what broke my heart more: the loss of a beloved cat, or the way the Gremlin wandered the house for the next two weeks, clearly searching for his friend, occasionally looking up at us and giving a bewildered "mrow?"  Gremmy himself shuffled off the mortal coil when I was 21, a few months after I moved out of my parents' place.  That was six years ago and I've now moved to another state, and I  still sometimes think I see him out of the corner of my eye.

I miss my fuzzy, fuzzy kitty.

img.photobucket.com
 
2013-07-19 06:39:34 PM

Babbs: WayneKerr: Dogs die. That's what they do.

So do people. But I feel worse when dogs die than I do when most people die. Cause, you know, people suck. And you are proof.



It was an obscure Simpson's reference, but you go on ahead with your butthurt.
 
2013-07-19 07:07:54 PM
I need to go hug little Remus-puppy the next time I visit my ladyfriend.

/well, big Remus-puppy
//he's working very hard at growing every day
 
2013-07-19 07:13:04 PM

Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.


The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?
 
2013-07-19 07:21:26 PM

Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?


Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!
 
2013-07-19 07:34:18 PM
i had to put our beautiful dog down last month. he was only 7 but had a bad slipped disk in his neck that could not be fixed and he was in terrible pain. i am still grieving but i know he is with my dad keeping him company (dad passed last october) and he loved that dog so much... yup lots of dust
 
2013-07-19 08:15:46 PM
JUST A DOG

From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog,"
or "that's a lot of money for just a dog."

They don't understand the distance travelled, the time spent,
or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."

Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog,"
but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought aobut by
"just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch
of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you probably understand
phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."

"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship,
trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience
that make me a better person.
Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look
longingly to the future.

So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog"
but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future,
the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts
away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that its' not "just a dog"
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being
"just a man" or "just a woman."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog,"
just smile,because they "just don't understand."
 
2013-07-19 08:20:57 PM

Lachwen: My family and I have always been cat people. [snip for readability]


First, there are some awesome people and pet owners here.

But the pic of your black cat brought back memories of my Caesar, I only had him a couple of months.  (WARNING: Not a CSB, and I had to wait until I got home from work because crying in a cube...wellll....)

About 8 years ago, I got a call from some friends.  It was Feb, and really cold and snowy and windy.  A skinny black cat had shown up on their deck, just miserable.  They let him in and fed and dried him off, and he was just happy to be inside.  you could tell he had been someone's cat.  To make a three week story really short, they took pics, put up fliers, but no luck. and their 3 year old daughter was really allergic, so they couldn't keep him.  So they called me.  Of course I'll take him.  Bring him home, he was just loving, and happy to be warm and dry and fed.  Got along great with my other 3 cats despite being an unneutered male.  So I make the vet appt, to get shots and fixed.  They check him out, but he's got to gain weight before they can do shots and surgery.  So off we go, flea'd and wormed at least.  Shortcut to a month later, he's fat and glossy and happy.  We got to the vet, get bloodwork presurgery.  No issues at all, he loves to ride in a car, stands up and puts his feet on the dash and just looks out at things going by.  They call me three days later, ask me to come in.  Just me.  They explain that he's got something, forgive me, but I don't know what it was, but a disease that will kill him.  It could be three weeks, three months, maybe more, but it will kill him.  And it won't be nice.  It will be much like rabies, muscle stricture, intense pain, bleeding.....but it will happen, it's just when, and it would only take hours once it hit him.  I thought of my sweet boy, how he sits on top of the tv (this was before flat screens) and swipe at things going by on the screen, how he cuddled with the other cats and me, all in a pile in bed at night, and I was horrified that this might hit him while I was at work, and he would die in intense pain, alone and scared.

I went home, took 3 days to mull it over, and made the appointment.  The night before, I roasted him a cornish hen, because lawd, he loved roast chicken.  I fed it to him, and cuddled him and cried.  Sobbed.  He was a bit confused at my actions.  The day of, we rode to the vet, I sang to him the whole way.  On the table, he was awesome, I held him, the vet put the needle in, and he was "oh, another little stick, ok"....and then it was more "momma, I'm sleepy".  And he put his head down on my hand as I held him, purred and went to sleep.

I miss you Caesar.  I do.

So I understand the pain.  We all do.  I've got another of my Missy Doodles who had a stroke, but one's enough.

crap.  need beer.

out.

/sorry, felt the need to share that.
//I don't know why.
 
2013-07-19 08:25:39 PM
Snif-snif... WAH!!!!
 
2013-07-19 08:30:06 PM

Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!


Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.
 
2013-07-19 08:33:57 PM

Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.


Me, neither. And I'm still at work, dammit.
 
2013-07-19 08:39:17 PM

Cookbook's Anarchist: Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!

Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.


no don't please.....I can't read that.....and I will if you post it.  it's friday night, and I'm supposed to be drinkin a bit, listening to some tunes, and being all "yay the work week is done" followed by "boo, tomorrow I have to mow and do laundry and get groceries"


was there to the end for all three of my dogs.  and 6 cats.
 
2013-07-19 08:39:18 PM
A Dog's Prayer

By Beth Norman Harris


Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.


Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.


Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.


When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements.


And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.


Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.


Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.


Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.


And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.


Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.


/I believe this is it...or I remember one that is even sadder.
//Apologies in advance if the sandstorm kicks up
 
2013-07-19 08:40:48 PM
 
2013-07-19 08:42:03 PM

Satan's Bunny Slippers: Cookbook's Anarchist: Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!

Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.

no don't please.....I can't read that.....and I will if you post it.  it's friday night, and I'm supposed to be drinkin a bit, listening to some tunes, and being all "yay the work week is done" followed by "boo, tomorrow I have to mow and do laundry and get groceries"


was there to the end for all three of my dogs.  and 6 cats.


Just back out...I didn't see your post until now...

Drinkin' a bit and settling down sounds like a much better plan.
 
2013-07-19 08:43:42 PM

Satan's Bunny Slippers: Cookbook's Anarchist:


DAMMIT!


And now I'm getting the internet finger, aren't I?
 
2013-07-19 08:45:11 PM
Aw.  That makes me sad.  Off to rub Fawkes's belly and give him a little sweet talk.
 
2013-07-19 08:48:24 PM
Cookbook's Anarchist:

'S ok.  I'm just extra bummed as I'm dealing with my Himi reaching that time too.  14 years, he's an old man, and it's starting to show.  I know it's coming, I've always known this would come, it always has.

Doesn't make it easier.

Imma go out on the deck and listen to some tunes and drinks some beers.

Have a good night.
 
2013-07-19 08:49:55 PM

Cookbook's Anarchist: Satan's Bunny Slippers: Cookbook's Anarchist:


DAMMIT!

And now I'm getting the internet finger, aren't I?


naws
 
2013-07-19 09:04:45 PM
Oh dammit, I didn't know what that was when I clicked it. THANKS A LOT SUBBY
 
2013-07-19 09:19:00 PM

Satan's Bunny Slippers: Lachwen: My family and I have always been cat people. [snip for readability]

First, there are some awesome people and pet owners here.

But the pic of your black cat brought back memories of my Caesar, I only had him a couple of months.  (WARNING: Not a CSB, and I had to wait until I got home from work because crying in a cube...wellll....)

About 8 years ago, I got a call from some friends.  It was Feb, and really cold and snowy and windy.  A skinny black cat had shown up on their deck, just miserable.  They let him in and fed and dried him off, and he was just happy to be inside.  you could tell he had been someone's cat.  To make a three week story really short, they took pics, put up fliers, but no luck. and their 3 year old daughter was really allergic, so they couldn't keep him.  So they called me.  Of course I'll take him.  Bring him home, he was just loving, and happy to be warm and dry and fed.  Got along great with my other 3 cats despite being an unneutered male.  So I make the vet appt, to get shots and fixed.  They check him out, but he's got to gain weight before they can do shots and surgery.  So off we go, flea'd and wormed at least.  Shortcut to a month later, he's fat and glossy and happy.  We got to the vet, get bloodwork presurgery.  No issues at all, he loves to ride in a car, stands up and puts his feet on the dash and just looks out at things going by.  They call me three days later, ask me to come in.  Just me.  They explain that he's got something, forgive me, but I don't know what it was, but a disease that will kill him.  It could be three weeks, three months, maybe more, but it will kill him.  And it won't be nice.  It will be much like rabies, muscle stricture, intense pain, bleeding.....but it will happen, it's just when, and it would only take hours once it hit him.  I thought of my sweet boy, how he sits on top of the tv (this was before flat screens) and swipe at things going by on the screen, how he cuddled with the other cats and ...


I'm so sorry.  I'm crying for you.
 
2013-07-19 09:28:39 PM

Cookbook's Anarchist: Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!

Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.


Is this it?

You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.
 
But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.
 
So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic that will
Once more make me whole.
 
The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.
 
That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years....
My partner 'till the end.
 
Please, understand just what this gift,
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost.
And all my dignity.
 
 
You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it too.
 
So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To now grant me this appeal.
 
Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.
 
And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.
 
I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend,
And in your memories I'll run,
.....a young dog once again.
 
2013-07-19 09:37:27 PM

zabadu: Satan's Bunny Slippers: Lachwen: My family and I have always been cat people. [snip for readability]

First, there are some awesome people and pet owners here.

But the pic of your black cat brought back memories of my Caesar, I only had him a couple of months.  (WARNING: Not a CSB, and I had to wait until I got home from work because crying in a cube...wellll....)

About 8 years ago, I got a call from some friends.  It was Feb, and really cold and snowy and windy.  A skinny black cat had shown up on their deck, just miserable.  They let him in and fed and dried him off, and he was just happy to be inside.  you could tell he had been someone's cat.  To make a three week story really short, they took pics, put up fliers, but no luck. and their 3 year old daughter was really allergic, so they couldn't keep him.  So they called me.  Of course I'll take him.  Bring him home, he was just loving, and happy to be warm and dry and fed.  Got along great with my other 3 cats despite being an unneutered male.  So I make the vet appt, to get shots and fixed.  They check him out, but he's got to gain weight before they can do shots and surgery.  So off we go, flea'd and wormed at least.  Shortcut to a month later, he's fat and glossy and happy.  We got to the vet, get bloodwork presurgery.  No issues at all, he loves to ride in a car, stands up and puts his feet on the dash and just looks out at things going by.  They call me three days later, ask me to come in.  Just me.  They explain that he's got something, forgive me, but I don't know what it was, but a disease that will kill him.  It could be three weeks, three months, maybe more, but it will kill him.  And it won't be nice.  It will be much like rabies, muscle stricture, intense pain, bleeding.....but it will happen, it's just when, and it would only take hours once it hit him.  I thought of my sweet boy, how he sits on top of the tv (this was before flat screens) and swipe at things going by on the screen, how he cuddled with the other cats and ...

I'm so sorry.  I'm crying for you.


Thank you.
 
2013-07-19 09:37:35 PM
Since we're posting the heart twisting stuff...


The one absolutely unselfish friend that a 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 sores and wounds that come in encounter 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 misfortune 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.

And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it's 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.

From a speech given by Former Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he was acting as a lawyer in a suit against a man who had killed the dog of his client. -- He won the case.


If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come -- please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my purr its last I gave,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve -- it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years;
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Smile, we walked together awhile.

 
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