On June 1, our beloved pal and guardian left us.
Since then we have been in deep sorrow.
There are no words to describe the hole this leaves in our life.
He was old, very old.
He had gone blind during the last year and was hard of hearing.
Stumbling and falling became daily occurrences.
His spirit, loyalty, humor and lovingness were still strong, however his physical body failed him.
The lady I live with chose to let him go rather than watch his continued decline which might have resulted in his dying alone.
He was the first, only, and last dog I will ever love.
We feel an urgency to live up to his memory of patience, forgiveness and courage.
To give his presence on this Earth the tribute it deserves by following his pure example.
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He had been left in a basement for the whole first year of his life.
Abandoned by the folks who owned him – relagated to being the beast below.
He was just a puppy – had no inkling why he was locked up.
He barked for so long, that by the time they dumped him in the shelter the doctors thought he’d had his vocal chords removed. All he could manage was a hoarse yelp.
The vets wormed him twice in a month – so ravaged by parasites he was.
This treatment ate his guts out – making him allergic to almost everything.
The lady I live with cooked for him everyday of his life.
He grew healthy and vibrant.
A champion swimmer and ball catcher.
The kids called him The Hercules of Dogs.
He played with everybody – getting old folks up to toss a few, entertaining the homeless with his stellar leaps, and even dropping the ball beside the tiniest child.
All felt the warmth and generosity of his attention.
And marvelled in his superb athletics.
He affectionately tolerated kitties, turtles, birds and a whole host of unlikely creatures his Mom brought home to the Cody Pet Hospital.
When her fish died, he went over and kissed the bowl.
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He was the best of us.
Our depth of missing is profound.
How lucky we were to have known him, basked in his adoration – enjoyed his jokes, tricks and sympathy.
Counted on his protection.
He had a good life.
We are better for it.
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Love you, sweething.
Forever.
LuRain
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Bones of my life story - with warts.
Oh, Miss Penny. You made me cry.
Been crying all morning myself, dear. Thanks for sharing.
Love,
LuRain
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Ain’t no pain like LuRain’s love pain. Hope you feel the cyber sympathy, it’s real.
Hi LuRain;
When I look into their brown eyes, and we have 15 pairs here with four legs and one with three legs, I often wonder what goes on behind them.
They all have unique personalities and characters.
When one of females is in heat, the laws of the jungle prevail, just like man and woman.
That is why they grow on us and we come to love them in return.
They may not speak to us but make themselves understood.
Your Hercules would want you to get another puppy, not to replace the memory of the one that went away, but to bring life and love and a few giggles along with the annoyances to remind you there is life a foot.
You will love another again and I think the both of you could use it.
Think about it
Thou shall have no other Dog before his return – sayeth the Muse.
Besides, I’m too old for puppy bizness. ‘~)
Love to your brood and you,
LuRain
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LuRain,
I am so sorry about your dog. Dogs are such faithful friends.
Thanks, Phil.
Mostly now we realize how lonesome it is without him.
Don’t be a stranger, come back and let us know how you be.
Gratitudes to your kind condolence.
Love,
LuRain
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You each brought out the best in each other. That’s how life should be. And that’s the example you all have given us who love you. And none of us mourn alone. You’re in my thoughts.
Ah Judy, sagacious words and heartfelt.
Thank you.
Love you back,
LuRain
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