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Run, my sweet, sweet boy.
14 years ago
Barnum the Labherd: June 1997 to May 2011
You know what? Run. Go ahead.
Chase those bunnies. Chase that cat, too, if you feel like it (though you never did have that segment of Dog DNA, did you?)
Eat whatever you want. Even poop. I don't get to tell you "no" anymore.
Though at this moment I'd give a lot to have one of those rarely-delivered licks-to-the-face. Death Breath included. I'd take it.
I held you in my hands and watched as the poison was injected into your foreleg. You were there--then you weren't. You just stopped.
Where are you now?
Some place beautiful. Lots of legs to sleep against, friendly hands to scratch you behind the ears or slip you a bit of bacon from the table. Rolling fields of rough green grass inhabited by legions of moles and gophers dumb as a lump of clay. Vast shade trees hold cool patches of green where you can sleep. No leashes. Not an off-limits area to be seen anywhere.
Run, my sweet boy, run as fast and as hard as you want, anywhere that suits you. Home is always around the corner where you are now. Warm beds are next to the fireplace or under the desk. (Your favorite.)
I will miss you so goddamn much. I can already feel the dog-sized hole in me. No endorphines to cloak it. I fell into it the moment they took your body out the door. Yeah, some day I'll get out. Right now I don't want to. It hurts so much because you were that big a part of my life. I will wallow in that pain, at least for now.
I couldn't make that ache up, you see; it means you were real.
Thank you for everything, from your kind words to the offer of a shoulder. That means a lot to me.
I'm sure he had a wonderful, and happy life with you. The fact that it hurts so much, means you did him so right in this little slice of life, that both of you enjoyed it.
I can't say i know how you feel, ven tho I've lost my own little 4 leggers myself, but I can sympathize. And I hope that the pain goes away, but the memories never do.
Thank you, Wylde. You're a dear critter for giving me some comfort. *hugs*
Take care Berbie, and have a rare hug from me.
PG }:8>
In a way, though, it was a gift to your kitten: you ended her suffering. You did the hardest kind of good there is.
It gets a little easier each day, but man it still hurts.
he was really nice when I got to meet him
may he rest in peace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8MdQHBxURk
Hope it brings some small comfort.
I can't help but think of this song by Marillion when I consider the issue of loss:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cpE.....eature=related
And I knew it would hit home like a hammer if I heard it now, but wow. Ouch.
/dust in my eyes..
completely choked up right now.
makes me realize just how much i still miss my doggies.
well, i'm sending warm hugs aplenty.
On the other hand, when there's no other way to end the misery, we're left with no choice.
It sucks. There's no way around that.
*hugsback* I'm sorry you've had to go through this hurt, too. I wish they lived longer.