A sorrow filled howl.

[Bluedog]

I feel like breaking things........lots of things.
The day my two free weeks ran out and I signed up for Aces High, my 14 year old best mate, partner in all kinds of strife, and loyal 'right hand'...my Blue Heeler ( imaginatively called 'Bluedog' ) was hit by a car outside my house and killed, hence the handle, an ongoing salute to the fiercest warrior I've ever met
Two weeks ago, I had to get my 6 year old Blue Heeler squeak Casey put down, she had Lymphatic Cancer.
It hurt like Hell, I loved that dog, but the pain was a little easier to bear because three months ago, a mate gave me a little Red Cattle Dog pup (pretty much the same breed as a Bluey....just red instead of blue) called Boss, and having him around made it a lot easier to get over.
He turned into a very good dog, very quickly...at 7 weeks he would sit, stay, shake hands.....even wait patiently for the OK to eat before diving in when a bowl of food was put in front of him.[absolutely amazing really...I've never seen another pup that young as smart].
My Dad, who has allways regarded dogs, especially working dogs like these, as more another 'farm implement' than pets, suprised us all by spoiling him outrageously and growing quite close to him.
Boss, of course, thought the sun rose and set in my Old Man, and followed him around like the proverbial puppy.
In Dad's words..."the little bugger has a way of worming into a bloke's heart"
Today, Boss was hit by a car and killed outside my Dad's workshop while I was at work.
I'm as angry as all Hell, not at my Dad, I know it wasnt his fault, just at the whole thing, it toejams me to tears...litterally.
Dad is pretty cut up about the whole thing too, and though I've told him I'm not angry at him, he blames himself, and thinks I am.
I just hope that wherever dogs go when they die, that Casey and Boss will find Bluedog waiting for them.
Bluey,Case.....look after the little bloke, he's kinda special.
to the three best friend's I've ever had....I hope you guys are together, winged up, in formation and kickin' arse.


HHhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooo wwwwwwlllllllllllllllll  !!!!!!!!!!

[~Caligula~]

BD

[lord dolf vader]

i feel your pain man.

 my best friend just turned 5 today. as much a part of me as anyone ever has been.

god rest his soul.

[Skuzzy]

Sorry for the loss of your family member .

[bmcleaver]

Ugh....I do feel your pain man

Dogs are truly man's best friend....those who have never owed a dog can never understand the pain you are feeling.  But those of us who have can sympathise with you completely.  I am one of them.

I had to put down my best friend of 14 years over a year and a half ago.  When they gave him that final injection a part of me died with him.  I still tear up when I think about it....like right now!

My biggest fear during my dog's life was that something like what you describe would happen to him.  You are living that horror now and all I can say is that I'm sorry.  It is tough not to try to lay blame for what happened but obviously your Dad cared for Boss and he is hurting too.  

Only time will really lessen the pain of the loss of such a good friend.  A horrible, but true, fact of life and I realise that those words offer little comfort now.  

I'm sorry man, really sorry.

[Octavius]

Sorry to hear bludog

They're not 'pets'.. they're an extension of your own family.  Last year we had two lab-muts.  They were such sweet dogs.  The younger one, a lab/shepherd mix, surprisingly went first at 11 years.  Vet said she had a small heart and couldnt keep up with her large body (she was huge, with a small pea-head ).  We loved her very much.  I hoped to cod it wouldnt be another Where the Red Fern Grows... it went ok for a while.  Just recently we brought home a pure bred chocolate lab and she and the older one are getting along just fine.  Its sad to see them go, but as Mufasa once said, "its the circle of life."

oct out

[Animal]

I'm sorry to hear dude.

I never name my dogs. They usually wonder into my home like they lived there all their lives. And if they are nice and behave, I'll also act like I'd always lived with them. Sometimes we spend a few years together, and they decide to move on.

This boxer that I used to call Terminator II (that movie was popular back then) was the coolest dog. Strong, funny, but not very smart. Yet he had this gift of knowing your mood. He knew when to play, and when to sit next to you and not move.

That was a cool comrade.
He died at the vet of some liver disease. The day before he died I visited for the last time and somehow he knew he would never see me again. The damn dog was crying. Not making any sound, but dropping many tears. I let a few tears slip by too.

Not a very happy meeting, but I learned a lot about life that day.