My sister just put her Cavalier King Charles down on Friday. She is inconsolable so I know it can be rough.
I for one will never own another dog. I will not go through that kinda pain again.
Getting a dog means eventually it will die. You have to realize the at some point it is going to be in misery and the best thing to do is put him to sleep. Then you get another one because they are so great and wonderful.
I can't resize the picture. Sorry. And he wasn't a collie. He was a Sheltie. A Shetland Sheepdog. He would love when my kids brought their friends over. He just loved young people. And the Mallard Duck families that would come around the back of our house looking for food. He hated squirrels and rabbits. And my Mother In Law, I kid you not.
"Good boy Ricky.....gooooood boooy...."
Originally Posted by GHP
It's the millennium. It's OK to hate the niggers again
Long Island presently. I did vacation in Florida and California once but now I'm back here now lol
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My heart goes out to you. I can't imagine losing our beloved Elvis but I know it's inevitable. Sending good vibes out to you & yours with much love.
Our sheltie is a year younger than Warmth's I think. His snout is grey and his eyes are a little hazy. This is sad. Imma scratch his ass for an extra 5 mins when I get home tonight. They really have quite the personality. Ours "herds" us to the cookie jar after we let him in from outside.
here ya go.....A Special Prayer From A Dog To His Master Written by Beth Norman Harris Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the thingsyou would have me do.Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest... and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
What a beautiful poem. I just got back this morning with some groceries from Kroger and he used to come into the kitchen to inspect the bags to see what I got. He would stick his nose in every bag and it was like he was giving his approval. Man it's quiet in this house.