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2013-07-19 09:38:53 PM

zabadu:

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.


Now I am completely losing it *sniff* *wail*
 
2013-07-19 09:39:51 PM

zabadu: 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.


I had made it through all of this today... but that one made me cry.
 
2013-07-19 09:52:39 PM
Best thing to do going forward is some sort of tribute that could help other dogs. I saw that he's helping others with their vet bills. Like a boss.

If he was really a boss, after a mourning period, probably the best tribute would be adopting another rescue and providing the good life, la dolce vita. Because clearly, Schoep lived like a king.

Another good tribute would be to have memories of Schoep result in happiness, not sadness. That comes in time. That's what Schoep would want I'm sure.

Eventually, you remember and smile.
 
2013-07-19 09:56:20 PM

JungleBoogie: Best thing to do going forward is some sort of tribute that could help other dogs. I saw that he's helping others with their vet bills. Like a boss.

If he was really a boss, after a mourning period, probably the best tribute would be adopting another rescue and providing the good life, la dolce vita. Because clearly, Schoep lived like a king.

Another good tribute would be to have memories of Schoep result in happiness, not sadness. That comes in time. That's what Schoep would want I'm sure.

Eventually, you remember and smile.


Spot on.
 
2013-07-19 10:02:04 PM

zabadu: 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 al ...


Yes, that is it. I don't why I thought it involved the vet. Perhaps I was mixing them up.

/This is a dark, depressing bookmark
 
2013-07-19 10:13:09 PM

zabadu: 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.


Oh goddammit.
 
2013-07-19 10:20:00 PM

Satan's Bunny Slippers: .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 think you broke me.

:(
 
2013-07-19 11:06:42 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 ...


Oh geez, that is hearbreaking.  But at least Caesar had a good life for the short time he was with you, and knew the comfort of your touch to the very end.  You gave him the best gift anyone could.  I would hug you right now if I could.

When the day finally comes that I have my own place and a good, steady income, I'm going to go down to the local animal shelter and ask them to show me the oldest cat they have up for adoption.  No matter how old that cat is, I will take it home.  Maybe it will still have a few good years left, and maybe only a month or two.  But that cat will have a warm, loving home for however long its final days last.  And after it has passed, I will go back to the shelter and do it again.

Kittens get adopted out really easily.  Old cats...not so much.
 
2013-07-19 11:17:06 PM

r1niceboy: My dog is 12, has knee issues, and is right at the life expectancy for the two breeds that make up his mix. I've already said I'm using several thousand slaves to build a pyramid for him when he goes.


Epitaph To A Dog - Lord Byron, 1808

www.pets4ever.org.uk
 
2013-07-19 11:52:36 PM

JungleBoogie: r1niceboy: My dog is 12, has knee issues, and is right at the life expectancy for the two breeds that make up his mix. I've already said I'm using several thousand slaves to build a pyramid for him when he goes.

Epitaph To A Dog - Lord Byron, 1808

[www.pets4ever.org.uk image 375x500]


And let us not forget Able Seacat Simon:

upload.wikimedia.org
 
2013-07-20 10:12:01 PM
You assholes making me cry! Enjoy your pets while you have them,
 
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