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2009 -- My own are still with me -- dogs and humans, and I'm thankful for that, but I still haven't gotten over the pain of losing Flick last year.

 

I just thought it would be nice, cathartic for the soul, even, to say good-bye, one last time, before time closes another chapter and 2009 becomes a memory.

 

For all of ours who have passed on this past year, you've made your own better by sharing your lives. And for all who die with no one to shed a tear for their lives and their passing, this is for them too.

 

May we all be better for having known what far too many don't.

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waranta putiya nayri

nara taymi krakapaka waranta-tu manta waranta tunapri nara

 

And their absence saddens us

But they will never be dead for us as long as we remember them.

 

Flick, Missy, and Oliver are at the Bridge waiting for us...

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Denise - I did not realize/remember that you had lost two this year. So sorry to hear that.

 

I still tear up to remember losing Bute, and it's been since May. For some reason, his loss has been particularly hard. The other dogs, and Dan included, try to fill that hole but there is still an empty spot both in my heart and in my life where that silly and serious, scrawny little dog used to be.

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Sara lived a long and happy life but I miss her. It's the little things that get to me - like no one barking at me when I sneeze, no one escorting me to the bathroom and standing guard, her joy at being outside in cold weather (rare most years in Houston - none of my other dogs like the snow flurries), going with me on Christmas cookie deliveries, etc.

 

I've lost other dogs (and cats). It's never easy but losing my border collies always seem so much harder.

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Denise - This is one of our favorites, although it certainly makes him look more handsome than the scrawny, overshot dog he was.  The French have an expression that translates to "pretty ugly" or so homely that one is attractive nevertheless.  That was Bute - his unique and homely appearance, coupled with his goofy and sincere personality, made him a very special dog to us. 

 

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And this is him just a few short weeks before he passed on - he was getting so very tired, so easily. 

 

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Sorry to hijack the thread.  And, yes, Denise - I don't know if it's the time of year but I can't think of him without crying.  I am so sorry you lost two of yours this year.  And thank you for the lovely Christmas card.  I had printer issues and had problems trying to print the card I made for you.  If I didn't get it to you, let me know and I'll print one and send it out but I just can't remember if I was successful and got it out or not.  Old age!  Of course, it beats the alternative...

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I don't think it's hijacking the thread, Sue. This is exactly why I like these end of the year threads --- one last time to honor, to laugh, to cry about our dogs. This time it's for 2009, but I still haven't gotten over the ones I've lost in 08 -- and I probably never will.

 

That being said, how can I forget Oliver, the coolest orange kitty there ever was. A few days after he died, I came home after work. It was dark. I've never heard it before. Heck, I never see any cats around, but somewhere from the shadows, I heard a meowing and it sounded a lot like Oliver. Maybe it was Oliver and he had come back to let me know it was OK. I never heard meowing before. Haven't heard it since.

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Thanks Julie and Sue. I don't know if it's the year coming to an end or what but I've been especially tearful over losing my old dogs lately. Why are their lives so short?

 

I think part of it has to do with the holidays, a time when we reflect on the year and say thanks for our family and friends. It is painfully obvious when one of our loved ones is missing.

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I think part of it has to do with the holidays, a time when we reflect on the year and say thanks for our family and friends. It is painfully obvious when one of our loved ones is missing.

 

 

I think too that even though we may not have lost a dog in that particular year we can all relate to everyone sadness. I came to this board in 2005 after losing my 1st dog of my adult life after 12 years. Even though it's been 4 years + I can still relate to the pain.

 

I'm sorry for everyone I missed this year in expressing my heartfelt condolences on your loss. Your pictures in tribute are beautiful

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Kellie

May 12, 2004 - August 18, 2009

 

My heart. My Soul. My Protector. My All. You were taken from me far too early and taught me so much in the short time we were together. You saved me physically and mentally. I can still feel you gently crawling onto the bed and pressing against my side, trying all the while to not touch my knee after the accident. The only regret I have is that we didn'e have the 10 more years I was hoping for to live and play and work. Rest easy Kellie Pup, you are loved.

 

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Sorry for all the extra pictures...I couldn't pick just one and the wound is still very fresh. I miss by baby...........

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Poor you, losing Kellie at such a young age.

 

I think that when a cherished oldster passes on, we mourn for ourselves as we have lost a long-time companion. When a loved youngster leaves us way too early in life, we mourn not only for ourselves but for that youngster and our mutual missed opportunities.

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Not a dog and I don't think I even posted it here, but tomorrow (New Year's eve 2008) marks the one-year anniversary of Elvis' death. He was born in a groundhog hole on the family homeplace. I was looking for a kitten companion for a young cat I had and had chosen Elvis' sister (Chili Pepper), but both my then-husband and my mom insisted that I really needed to take *both* kittens, and both became a cherished part of my life. Elvis lived 16 years, but his death was not easy, and I still miss him. Chili Pepper is still with me, but she's already in renal failure so I know it's only a matter of time. RIP Elvis; the manner of your death still haunts me.

 

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I had to put my old dairy doe down on Monday.

A sweet soul that fed my family and taught alot of young people how to milk.

 

Boy I miss her.

 

She was only a goat, some might say.

 

But she was a great person.

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Like Julie, we also lost a beloved kitty on New Year's Eve 2008. This was our Fritz (2000-2008) who hid his lung cancer from us until it was far too late to do anything to help him be more comfortable. Fritz preceded the dogs in our lives and, though it took him a while to reach this point, he got to where he'd call them to the basement to play. I miss him terribly still.

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They will not go quietly,

the cats who've shared our lives.

In subtle ways they let us know

their spirit still survives.

 

Old habits still make us think

we hear a meow at the door.

Or step back when we drop

a tasty morsel on the floor.

 

Our feet still go around the place

the food dish used to be,

And, sometimes, coming home at night,

we miss them terribly.

 

And although time may bring new friends

and a new food dish to fill,

That one place in our hearts

belongs to them. . . and always will.

 

- Linda Barnes

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They weren't mine. One I didn't know, the other I loved as though he were my own. They were Jack and Max, Flick's littermates, Pete's sons. Jack belonged to a friend, but he never forgot me, no matter how long it was between visits. Other than being littermates, each of these dogs impacted their owners' lives like no other dog ever had before and each, in the wake of their deaths, left a person or persons, to grieve their loss, even those who never believed it was possible that the death of a dog could be so devastating as to bring a seemingly tough guy, to tears.

 

The last of Petey's sons is with me, Sligo, 13 yrs. old, an old coot with a sense of humor & the darned good looks of his daddy -- like Sean Connery, I think Sligo has improved with age --- but that's a whole 'nother thread.

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She wasn't a dog but she always made sure she was part of their pack. On June 28th she was running around, playing, picking on the pooches. You would have thought she was 9 months old; not 9 years old. On June 29th she was gone. Her heart had thrown a blood clot.

Every once in a while I think I see her out of the corner of my eye. (She loved zooming past Jake or Josie to get them to chase her.) Or feel her rub up against my leg to beg for food when I'm in the kitchen. You're still missed dearly, Tobi.

 

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These threads always make me cry.....

 

My mom lost Taz, the black cat that I grew up with until I moved out of the house in 2004, at the ripe old age of 18 (best estimate) this fall. He was a special boy.

 

Animals, of all kinds, certainly fill special spots in our hearts.

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