Please give a little prayer for my Black Lab Shadow. He was My pal and my best friend. He got sick quite suddenly last week, the first time he had ever been sick, he was only 6 years old.
Surgery early this week determined that he had terminal lukeimea . Yesterday I was forced to make the hardest decision of my life. In the best intrests of my buddy I had to do what was right. He has always done right by me. I could not desert him to be alone in the end. We sat on the floor played a bit then he received an injection, laid his head on my lap and was gone. He is resting peacefully now under the peach tree in the back yard. His favorite toy is by his side.
I have never had a better friend than Shadow and will miss him terribly.
I believe dogs and cats were put on the earth to be man’s companions and as such I am confident He is waiting eagerly for me to join him so we can play ball once again.
You’ve unwillingly joined the ranks of many of us here, who’ve also had to part with our special friends and loyal companions in the same grueling manner.
There are no words that describe the anguish and emptiness that replace their abscense. We know and feel your pain brother.
How appropriate a name as Shadow, because I believe that’s exactly what he’s doing right now; shadowing your every step.
Having experienced the same thing (less the luekemia) with my good buddy “Tubbs” and I know your pain. My hat certainly goes off to you. Sitting with them during those last few moments is indeed one of the hardest things a man can do. Those are some of the memories that will always feel like they were “yesterday.”
Sorry Roger,
Done.
No words help. Time and the next “companion” seem to distract, in the very best sense, but not eliminate.
We too are waiting for our “next buddy”.
…lee s.
So sorry to hear you lost Shadow. I know it wasn’t easy, but you did right by him. I hope you can take some comfort from the following.
Sincerely,
Will
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal passes on that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
