The house fell silent

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Sailor

I am so sorry that you lost your friend and family member.  As they say.....time heals all wounds.  You still have all of the memories to treasure.  I feel bad for you as I know how hard it is to lose a long time pet.


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KyNola

Aw man, I am so sorry to hear that you lost your best friend. :'(

mikeradio

Our Thoughs and Prayers go out to you and your family

josbocc

UIS,

Very sorry for your loss.  Cherish the memories, and hopefully sometime in the near future you'll be able to bring yourself to the point where you can give another "Best friend" a good home.
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BuyLowSellHigh

UIS, my heartfelt thoughts are with you.  I know the loss you must feel.  There is no better friend.  Keep Bailey in your heart and he will always be with you.

On the loss of that special, loyal four legged friend, I always thought Ben Hur Lampman said it best:

Where To Bury A Dog
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.

For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.

If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

by Ben Hur Lampman


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deb415611

Jerry,

So sorry to hear about Bailey :'( 

Deb

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Quote from: BuyLowSellHigh on July 23, 2010, 01:59:43 PM
UIS, my heartfelt thoughts are with you.  I know the loss you must feel.  There is no better friend.  Keep Bailey in your heart and he will always be with you.

On the loss of that special, loyal four legged friend, I always thought Ben Hur Lampman said it best:

Where To Bury A Dog
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.

For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.

If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

by Ben Hur Lampman



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Caneyscud

Just got choked up reading this thread.  So sorry for your loss my friend!
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Wildcat

Sorry to hear about your loss. It is a shame that dogs are doomed to such a short life span. I've lost a few over the years.

Thanks for the Lampman writing Buy Low! That was wonderful.
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ronbeaux

That was a choker. I'm sorry for your loss. My dog is my friend, always, no matter what.
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Mailman

sorry for your lose. i know what you are going through. had my dog put to sleep the day before Christmas. One of the hardest things I've had to do. Cried like a little school girl. Today I still think of her and get watery eyes. I'm tearing up writing this. Hang in there.  Nine days before my dogs passing we lost my mother in law to cancer. My daughter took a picture of one of moms yellow roses and put this saying from Kahil Gibran " When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you will see that in truth you are weeping for which has been your delight." That saying has so much truth in it.
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hal4uk

Quote from: Mailman on July 23, 2010, 06:10:50 PM
"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you will see that in truth you are weeping for which has been your delight."
Nice saying, Mailman.  I've held a furry friend in my arms while what had to be done was done.
There ain't no easy way to say goodbye to unconditional love.

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Hang tough UIS.  I know you ain't had the best of times lately.
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Just get up in the morning, and help the ones you can.
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So sorry to hear about Bailey Jerry. Keep both eyes on the smoker today. For we know that Bailey needs a bone to travel with.
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seemore

Scott and I are so sorry, UIS.  We know what you are going through.
Hang in there.
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carnie1

So sorry to hear that, they are so much a part of the family, Casper sends his condolences too.