Quicksand Fans

Last Wednesday my Lab Shepard mix Misty started having seizures for some reason so off to the vet I went as fast as I could, the vet did about everything he could but finally told me it was something that I can' even pronounce let alone spell but that it was fatal, so I brought her home to spend the most time with her as I could before she died, this morning at 5 am she was whining so I got up and held her after about 5 minutes she died in my arms, I haven't stopped crying yet, so if I'm not my usual sarcastic self you know why.

The worst part of owning a dog is outllving them. Sorry for your loss.

*hugs* I'm so sorry.

BSink42 wrote:*hugs* I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry for your loss..I have a beloved cat and I don't know what I'd do right know if I lost her.

Master, pity thy servant. Bad things have come to pass;
There is no heat in the noon-day sun, nor health in the wayside grass.
His bones are full of an old disease; his torments run and increase:
Master, make haste with thy lightnings - and grant him a swift release.


Kipling

I am so sorry for your loss. Dogs are wonderful. I have had two of them and they were just so very dear.

When my first dog died, a dear (muddy) friend (who's a member here) sent me this poem. Now's a good time to post it.

(I notice Rudyard Kipling is quoted in a different poem here too. He must have really liked dogs. That means that I like him.)

Nessie


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 passsion 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 vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But ... you've 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 gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've 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 we've 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 in--Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

If you can find your way to the Rainbow Bridge, be assured your beloved dog is waiting for you there. You can find it at www.petloss.com along with a wonderful message board and time to grieve. I recommend it highly.