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Discussion in 'Sidewinders Bar & Grille' started by Monkeyboy, Jul 6, 2017.
Whew! I'm glad my name didn't come up....
Well I didn't do an exhaustive search...
We've all been through this...we understand.
I'm with you buddy, it's only nearly three months back that I lost my Bugsy. I still get pissed off and angry, and the pain is lessening every day. At the moment my brothers recovery has helped me through a lot of it, as I'm concentrating fulltime on him. However, when I think of Bugsy, I'm starting to feel more and more grateful that the two of us were allowed to have such a great life together, I miss the hell out of him, but with the memories I have of him, I feel honoured to have been a part of his life. Thoughts sent.
aw, snoot, Strat-Talk-Spelling is wearing off on me
Not happy thinking about him yet ! Walking wounded...
I can relate. Just on a different level.
Yeah, I know
Mrs. Monkey took it even worse than I have. It's hard to see her hurt like this, but
at least we are both here for each other, and for Enrique , the Dogboyo that's still here.
Our furry friends are closer to us than any people besides each other . Animals never
disappoint ; people always seem to , one way or the other , and I'm sure we're a
disappointment to those people that are "supposed to be " so important to us .
Ah, but that's a whole other subject
I've been plenty messed up in different ways , and recovered. This is the worst critter casualty
I've known . A lingering emptiness, and sometimes acute heart-smash .
Like someone posted a while back: "dear whatever is making me stronger, I'm good for now. thanks"
We all miss our puppies when they leave us and cross over "The Rainbow Bridge"....I know I still mourn my dog that passed away about 7 years ago...along with many other dogs that have long since crossed...
Ever wonder how a dog deals with the death of their master....a very good movie that is based on a true story is:
"Hachi, A Dog's Tale"....
Keep the kleenex handy.....
It is the same trip man "Life" ... we are all in this together .
Thanks for being here, humanoids . I wish I could say all the support makes it feel any better , but it doesn't really .
We lost one of our Beagles two months ago. Still get choked up about it.
It's hard to let go. I love my dogs with my life. They are one of the main reasons to go through life in the hard times. They need me as I need them.
I lost a dog killed by another of my dogs in a bizarre horrible situation. The killer was goin' to be putted down, but he literally hugh me and cryed in my shoulder. I thought to myself ... enough blood for one day and decided to keep him, and putting him through rehab. The dog that died was a lil' girl I found on the street, I was goin' to give her away. I feel terrible everyday of my life for what happened, I was suposed to be there for her, she was my responsability and I fail to her horribly.
It's a thing that never goes away, but it's the thing of the nature. I don't know the nature of your puppy passing away, but I can tell you that, dogs, in their infinite love, inocense and simplicity teach us to take life as it is, and wave our tails to the moment. A dog love's every day of happines he has, and dread the fear, but they also let those feelings let go, cus they are so full of love. They always keep the good, even in the bad. I've always thought that they are here to teach us about life and help us sublimate our own feelings, and connect ourselves with reality.
I hope this helps, and help you find a warmth in your heart for the love given and received, the one love you can be sure it's always true and free.
No it doesn't.
Just know that many of us have been in your shoes & understand the pain.
Can't be sure of how's it's going to be
When we walk into the light across the bar
But I'll know you and you'll know me
Out there beyond the stars
You got to be happy for the memories when you loose your pets.
Still I mostly miss the one who was special enough that the other dogs did not really matter much.
The 11,5 years starting August 1993 as 3 months old puppy were lots of fun as I was now 19 and grew up with him.
I did not have that chance with any dogs since.
He was the smartest dog we ever had in the family. Sadly he died while my mom had arrived to pick me up. She parked outside but did not come in and I went to the front door. She stood there saying she just got the news from dad.
So I made the funeral.
My wife took my little pal to the vets, Bandit did not come home. He is suffering from liver canser and is in pain he would have had lots of pain. They had Him cremated, I never even got to say goodbye to him. I have been crying like a little baby. I got on this web site to hope I could find some way to stop crying, its not working! ............Its just not fair!! ........Poppa