goodbye my sweet doggie
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We lost our sweet, sweet pooches quite suddenly this weekend. We knew it was nearing her time but thought we had a couple more months with her and hoped she'd make it to her 17th birthday in April, so it was somewhat unexpected. We've had her since she was 12 weeks old, when we adopted her from a shelter in Houston, so we're grateful for the 16 and a half years we've had with her. She went everywhere with us and hiked some serious trails and mountains, as well as had some very serious naps hahaha!
The smartest, most independent dog I've ever seen, she deserves an eloquent elegy with some good stories but my heart has been ripped out and I can't type very well at the moment. Of all the dogs I've owned, and they were all good dogs, she was "The Dog." She was my bestest girl.
Her bed has been rolled and tied up and her water dish has a hole drilled into it so no other dog can use it again, and she was buried in a sunny spot which she loved so much.
Thank you for reading. Give your own sweet pups/kitties a kiss on the forehead for me. Y'all are a comfort.
(A quick shout out to our vet - she was very scared of the vet's office so he was willing to come out to the car to put her asleep, which saved her a considerable amount of anxiety at the end, so we are very grateful for that.)
The smartest, most independent dog I've ever seen, she deserves an eloquent elegy with some good stories but my heart has been ripped out and I can't type very well at the moment. Of all the dogs I've owned, and they were all good dogs, she was "The Dog." She was my bestest girl.
Her bed has been rolled and tied up and her water dish has a hole drilled into it so no other dog can use it again, and she was buried in a sunny spot which she loved so much.
Thank you for reading. Give your own sweet pups/kitties a kiss on the forehead for me. Y'all are a comfort.
(A quick shout out to our vet - she was very scared of the vet's office so he was willing to come out to the car to put her asleep, which saved her a considerable amount of anxiety at the end, so we are very grateful for that.)
So, right now I'm at the diner table reading this and trying not to openly weep for you and your dog and all the wonderful stories behind your words.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Rest well, good pup.
To live in hearts that love is not to die.
May her memory be a blessing.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old paws should ache and stir at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though loyal dogs at their end feel rest is near,
Because their paths have faded from the ground they knew,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good dogs, the last run done, recalling how bright
Their days once leapt through fields and breaking waves,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild dogs who chased the sun across the yard,
And learned, too late, their legs could not keep pace,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old dogs, near sleep, whose clouded eyes still shine,
Who lift their heads at every loved sound, every call,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my old friend, resting at my feet,
Stay, look at me now with your fading breath, I beg.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light