I wish I had words to take away the pain….I’m so sorry.
Comment by Christine M — January 26, 2013 @ 1:32 pm
When a well loved pet passes — I can’t help but be sad for the people it owned. But for the pet, I am happy that it knew love, that it knew caring and comfort, and that it owned someone who made sure its life was cherished even unto the end. Cyber Hugs while you grieve
You were an amazing Corgi. Canine Congressman, NATO Ambassador, White House Chief of Staff, Secretary of Defense (twice), and tweaker of the lymp-minded. You’ve left a lot of your unconditional love behind and I hope that it buoys Sondra.
Comment by Hopefulone — January 26, 2013 @ 2:13 pm
I’m so sorry. Some of the worst hurts in my life have been parting with four-legged family members. You gave Rummy a wonderful life, and that’s a tremendous accomplishment. I wish I had some greater wisdom to take away even a bit of the hurt, but for now I’m sending a long-distance hug.
When the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out… then come home to be with me.
(A perfect note for the photograph you posted, Headmissy….)
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — January 27, 2013 @ 9:16 am
Sondra, I’m so sorry. In recent days I’ve been wondering how it was going, but wasn’t sure it was good to ask.
I am certain you did the very best you could.
And for what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure what some people above said about dogs and heaven is true. If there’s anything on the other side at all, they are surely there.
I agree with RonF about the only way to avoid pain is to avoid love, except with one caveat: avoiding love doesn’t actually avoid pain — it just changes the kind you have. It is better the sharp pain of loss than the dull grimness of lacking love.
Absent friends are always near….
Comment by Ironic in Denver — January 27, 2013 @ 11:26 am
I am so sorry, Sondra. I have, over the years, found comfort in this poem:
The Power of the Dog
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?