a Good one lost.. Condolences to Made2Takeit

[SubKekiLee]

Please guys/gal's Night before last Made2takeit's baby dog of 15 years went missing and this morning we got the horrible news he had drown in the canal behind our home.. PLEASE send good thoughts warm vibes and prayers to her she needs all she can get... She is my best friend, roomate and makes me smile daily... Please just reach out to her she is hurting bad...

To my BFF... PLease know I am here for you and I will stand by your side in the loss of your loved one.. I am sorry and my heartfelt condolences go out to you..

 

[jockdom]

Please guys/gal's Night before last Made2takeit's baby dog of 15 years went missing and this morning we got the horrible news he had drown in the canal behind our home.. PLEASE send good thoughts warm vibes and prayers to her she needs all she can get... She is my best friend, roomate and makes me smile daily... Please just reach out to her she is hurting bad...

To my BFF... PLease know I am here for you and I will stand by your side in the loss of your loved one.. I am sorry and my heartfelt condolences go out to you..

Hope he's in the happy hunting ground chasing rabits as we speak doll.

 

[buxxxom]

Sincerest, heartfelt condolences.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

I have lost pets to age, disease and to accident, and there is no way to differentiate between the pain felt in any case. My thoughts are with you, Made2TakeIt.

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.

 

[Harmony_1985]

Aww no that is awful news, sending my best wishes

 

[intothewoods]

That's horrible - I'm so sorry.

 

[SweetGigi]

You have all my sympathy, K. I am deeply sorry.

 

[FurryFury]

I am so sorry.

 

[fishercat]

So sorry, Made. My heart goes out to you.

 

[SubKekiLee]

K
Tonight as you finally sleep.. I found this poem and it reminded me of our conversation this morning before we were told the horrible news...

Don't Grieve Too Long

Don't grieve too long for now I'm free.
I'm following the path God set for me.
I ran to Him when I heard His call,
I wagged my tail and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
to bark, to love, to romp or play
Games left unplayed must stay that way.
I found such peace it made my day.
My parting has left you with a void,
so fill it with your remembered joy.
A friendship shared, your laugh, a kiss;
Oh, yes, these things I too shall miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow
My life's been full you've given so much
your time your love your gentle touch
perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief,
lift up your heart and share with me
God wanted me now , He set me free. ​

In rememberance of Lobo.... 15 years of true friendship, love and devotion

 

[notalwaysweak]

That's awful. My condolences.

 

[Essene]

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Poor thing.

 

[kinkyknickers]

Sorry to hear you lost your furry baby Made2takeit. That sucks. *hugs*.

 

[madetotakeit]

The moment you met me, you chose me. I still remember the fat puppy belly and the Elvis snarl to your lip as you were handed to me. (A snarl that was present every time you were picked up.) I remember the warning my friend gave me as he handed you over to me, “Don’t put him near your face. He bites.” This was said as he had blood pooling in the little circles your needlelike puppy teeth left in his hand. I held you up. We looked in each other’s eyes and I placed you snuggled against my neck. Within five minutes you were asleep. You were mine or I was yours, either way it was settled.

Most people think your name came from looking like a white wolf. When I tell them you were named after a comic book character with a penchant for a snarly attitude, they always look a bit confused. They saw the dog you became, gentle, loving. They didn’t know the puppy that preferred to hide under the chair and growl in warning to my roommate’s dog or to anyone who wasn’t me. I think you chose your own name in a way. From the beginning you were in appearance and attitude, Lobo.

You were the constant in my life for so many years. You grew up to be handsome in your prime. I never heard your voice for nearly three years aside from puppy yelps. When you revealed your voice it was unearthly. It wasn’t the bark of a dog or the howl of a wolf. It was a bay that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it. You didn’t use it often, but when you did, I knew I was protected. You took to the habit of sleeping at the foot of the bed until I fell asleep. I would feel you ease down right as I drifted off. From there you would take up place in the doorway. Always a watchful eye as I slept.

You had your bad habits. You seemed to think that any drink left in your vicinity was yours. At least you had good taste. Bombay Sapphire Martinis were your favorite, although you were known to slum for Diet Coke. In your later years, you earned the nickname Demando Dog. I think you were making up for all the years that you were so quiet. You never let me forget when it was time for the medicine you required in your last years. I always knew when it was time. I would look to my side and there you would be, waiting patiently until I looked over at you. Tail wagging just like your personality…laid back, no need to be hyper.

When I bought a friend for you, you weren’t sure how to deal with her. She followed your every move and although there were spats here and there (I will always carry the scar you gave me accidentally,) you bonded. I’m still convinced the two of you conspired behind my back to create the puppies. They were gorgeous though, and they have gone on to enrich the lives of family and friends. It doesn’t surprise me that they all chose the ones that looked the most like you. I don’t know of anyone who met you that didn’t fall in love with you. Even my friend that gave you to me after finding you under that car in the yard, the only person you ever intentionally bit.

You were beside me through so many times. When I needed comfort, you were there. When I needed something to focus my attention on, there you stood. The only time you needed comfort from me was during the storms. The last one that came through, you tried your best to crawl up on the bed with me. I picked you up and you waited until I settled in and then you lay down and rested your head on my hip. Your tremors slowed until you were fast asleep. You didn’t move the entire night, and neither did I.

I still expect to hear the woofs in the wee hours of the morning. So quiet, it was like you were whispering. I would look down and see your chin resting on the foot of the bed (long ago you were unable to crawl up there.) Even in the dim light I could see those bright eyes looking back expectantly, tail going, just happy to see me awake. I keep expecting to hear your bark letting me know that you could see the bottom of the food bowl because you had eaten in the center and left the sides piled high. As soon as I smoothed it down, you were content. Seven o’clock is your medicine/treat time. It is eerily silent now.

It may have been your time, but it doesn’t feel like it. Maybe the gate was meant to be left open by him to give you the opportunity. It may have been your way of going, but it wasn’t mine. I wanted to be able to say goodbye. I wanted to be able to do “squinchy face” and I wanted to see those bright golden eyes one last time. I wanted to let you know how much you brought to my life, how there were so many things I couldn’t have made it through without you. I wanted to say goodbye…


Thank you to everyone who posted. Thank you SKL for creating this.

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

So sorry for your lost madetotakeit.... *huggs*

 

[VelvetDarkness]

So sorry for your loss madetotakeit. Sending lots of big fat HUGS.

 

[Breaker_Morant]

Madetotakeit has already seen this - I gave it to her before Lobo disappeared. She and I were discussing my recent canine loss.

The history of this story is that when I was living in Texas with my girlfriend at the time, her parents called and told her that the family dog had run off, ostensibly to die. My mind kept wondering why dogs do that.. so at 2am that morning, I sat behind the keyboard and came up with this answer.

It just seemed appropriate to share it here.

The Scent​

Chico, as she was know to her humans, got up from her bed of hay in the barn and greeted the day as she had for the past several years, since moving to his place with her human family. She stretched, yawned and sniffed the morning air. The she trotted up to the house on the wooden walk way crafted by her master a few years earlier. She preferred the hardwood instead of the grass, the sound of her paws lightly thumping the wood pleasing her. Stopping half over the bridge over the small concrete pond, she inspected her reflection and sniffed the air again. There was an odd scent in the air. One that she had not noticed earlier and one that she had never smelled before. She was a beagle and smells were important to her. She decided that she would have to check this one out after eating something.

Again she began to walk across the bridge only to get off the walkway and go to the edge of the bond and again looked at her reflection. She was old and her vision wasn’t as sharp and clear as it had been in the past, but since this change was a gradual one, she hardly noticed it at all. Gone, in her reflection, were the distinct outlines of the different coloration in her fur, the brown as well as the white. Now all she could see was the vague outline of her head and ears. Lapping at the water, the scent she had smelled earlier had returned, only this time much more stronger and her desire to find its source more compelling than before.

Back across the bridge and down the walkway that she had just come up moments before, all thoughts of food were forgotten. Then she stopped and looked back over should. She gazed at the back porch of the house her masters lived in. Of the six she had known, only three were left; the older female, the older male and the younger male. The other females would be gone for many days at a time. She knew that they no longer lived there, but she still enjoyed their company and allowed the males that came with them into her yard. She even liked one or two of those males.

She had a litter of puppies once, but they were nothing but a distant memory. Their care now charged to humans that she didn’t know.

As she continued to gaze back at the house, Chico recalled the many times she and the older male had sat on the back porch, with him just talking some words that she didn’t comprehend but she had understood the tone of the voice that he used. Sometimes he was happy and sometimes he was sad. No matter what the tone of voice her master had used, she had kept a wary eye on him, just in case he need her services in any way. Sometimes she would lick him on the face just as a reminder that she was there for him. Once she had decided it necessary to defend him from another dog that often visited her yard. This master was fond of giving her a dark, black sweet treat. It was hard to chew but it tasted good and he seemed to enjoy giving them to her, so she ate them.


Again her concentration on the past was broken up by the unknown scent. It was more compelling than before. It wasn’t the scent of danger and it wasn’t an animal scent. Of that she was sure. All she knew about it was that some instinct in her said that she must find its source. So again she began to trot toward the open field that this scent seemed to come from. Then she stopped again. Her eyes were looking out across her field. She had spent many a day hunting in this field. Chasing rabbits, squirrels and field mice were only a part of the fun she had. With her nose to the ground she had crept upon birds and varmint alike. Often creeping up very close but invariable making some small misstep and alerting her prey to her presence. Then the chase would be on! The birds, those cowards, quickly flew up and away from her reach, spoiling the chase. Then there were the varmints. Now they were a whole different matter. She would chase them to their burrow or tree and bark and bray after them for what seemed hours, only relenting when one of her masters called her from the house. Then she would run home with the same energy and vigor with which she had chased her prey. Lately, though, she just hadn’t had the energy to hunt, so she had contented herself with just gazing out into the file d an looking for signs of her former foe. A few of them would come up to the edge of her yard and stare back at her, as if mocking her inability to chase them anymore.

The scent returned and stronger than before. Chico once again quickly looked over her shoulder and saw that one of her humans was about. Turning back toward the scent she began to give into its call and followed it. Past the barn and into the field she went, head high to catch a better whiff of the scent. Her sense of smell, like her eyes, had lost its sharpness over the years but this scent was an easy one to follow. The scent led her into a thicket that she had not explored before. It had been to far from her home. Before she entered, she swung her head again over her should and could barely make out the of her human’s home above the tall grass. She knew that she would not be going back.

Slowly, she returned to her task of following the scent. As she walked through the trees, she heard the birds chirping in the distance. The sun was getting higher in the sky and it was getting hot. Chico began to pant as she followed her nose, moving toward the scent. Then Chico stopped. She was tired. She looked about and found a nice shady spot underneath a large oak tree. The grass was young and short and comfortable beneath her paws. Chico circled the spot once and lay down. She sat up, turned and nibbled at a flea that had suddenly decided to trouble her. That done she laid down again, heaved a big sigh as if some great burden had been lifted from her soul and closed her eyes. Then Chico began to sleep the sleep of the dead; forever reliving the day s of her youth, chasing rabbits.

 

[madetotakeit]

I'm glad you posted your story Breaker. I was going to suggest it earlier. It is a fitting addition to the poems that Sir_Winston and SKL quoted. I could see him following a scent of his own as I read this.

 

[the_pet]

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[Yasashii_Kaze]

I'm so sorry, dear.

 

[Betticus]

Awwww.. *hugs*