Very nice and memorable poem
Well said
R

:P That is so sweet my love the more i read it the sweeter it is i just hope you find that kind of love again :P


I cant put into words how that makes me feel :inlove: :kiss: :heart: :angel: :puppykiss: :puppykiss:

Very touching poem...Cellandia.....very very nice.....

So long conrad, i will miss you

In memory of Fritz - I still miss you.

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Max, Maxamillion, rotti-mix and good guard dog. This dog loved to pinn visitors to the wall so they cried out for rescue! he brought love to a lot of women. I knew a heap of girls and several came round to relieve him to much tale waggin and exceitment from him upon hearing them call. One took him walks to a park and into the bushes until she got caught. And another I picked up just like to go into a spare room with him and worship him and his cock in oral! huhh ok. He was a great dog who mouted me and f***** me. He as a lovely dog who was taken before his time chasing a cat into a road and got hit by a van but it was quick and i cried a lot.

So thats sad. And we are so much more careful. heres to you friend, protector, lover and friends playmate mostly and best guard dog such a natural. :kiss:

naughty bit:
update. (he raped a burgular female wont hold it against him. serverd her right. And she enjoyed it. I had a part to play in that, but wow he caught her and mouted the bitch and i hear her cries for help and turned up to see this thief and just watched and encouraged him which i should post but wont). So after a deal not to ring police to prosicute her she left after being given hot drink and food and promised not to sue me too and to stay away, except for dog-sex but she was not up for it. it worked.

This post has been edited by Catherinesaphire on Nov 23 2006, 10:33 AM

Denver

Denver was a shepherd I met on my friend's farm. He was around 5-6 years old. When I first met Denver, he was very aggressive towards me. He would jump up on the fence, barking and snapping at me. I couldn't even open the door to feed him for fear of having my arm ripped off.

Over the months of visiting my friend, Denver eventually warmed up to me. One night I let him out of his crate and let him have me for the first time. Not only was it my first time with a shepherd, but my first time getting a solid tie as well, which lasted a good 15 minutes.

Denver and I enjoyed many good times together over the next two years. He had become a special friend whose trust I had earned slowly and delicately. I loved him very dearly, and looked forward to seeing him each time I visited the farm.

In January 2005, Denver hit his head very hard on a door frame inside the house, and again on the metal brace on my friend's treadmill. It eventually became very swollen, and my friend had him put down to save him from the pain he was in.

To Denver, my beloved friend, and lover.

This is a sore spot of mine, and may even be the reason I frequent BF. Whenever I think of my exes, one in particular, and the circumstances of her leaving my life, the range of emotions is beyond my capability to describe and deal with.

So if I may I’d like to leave you with my thoughts in prose. Forgive the darkness.

I can forget you
Easy as that
Your just a dog
Your just a cat

These thing and more
I’ve heard often said
They say it is me
Who is touched in the head

Society frowns
On our kind of love
They say they are normal
Give praise up above

They say they have reason
To be as they are
I say they fear love
For it leaves such a scar

To know time is short
With our chosen one
Makes time we have sweeter
For soon we have none

A lifetime of sorrow
For a season of love
Beats the emptiness waiting
For what might lie above

To be full of purpose
To be ever sought
Is the life of another
With high price is bought

Even alone
Without the friends that were mine
I am rich beyond measure
For their spending their time

So my thoughts and my dreams
And my prayers too
Go to those who gave me
My life as a zoo

Thanks for sharing your stories Catherinesaphire and Denver_shep -_- Max and Denver sound like great dogs.

Hypaxux,

That poem is so appropriate for this thread - thanks for sharing it with us :clapping:

Thank you Wyldfyre67:

I have had several cats pass away over the years,but I had one that was sick"Bubbles", and had to be put to sleep and she died in my arms.Two days later I recieved a card from the vet with the "Rainbow Bridge"poem on it.It touched me greatly then and I still think of it at times as I walk through my wood.I was very surprised to see it posted here.

Farmboy

My ginea pig katie

i think by far the worse thing of having a lot of pets is the more you have the more you have to face the stress of loss of life.....our family just got a little smaller, dessy our female donkey without any warning become very ill.......we tried every thing we could to nurse her back to health but failed :( we got dessy when she was 6 years old and she has been a big part of our family for the last 10 years.........good by dessy it won,t be the same with out you-----we will miss you.

Sorry to hear about your loss dtdab - I know what you mean about the grief, but 10 years of happy memories will soon put it into perspective again and you'll probably be looking for another to add to the menagerie ;)

Chin up mate :friends:

Thank you for having a place to talk about our lost soul mates. I think it will help me more than I realize. My condoleances go out to all people who have lost their beloved pet/best friend

This is the first christmas without my Misty, "My Girl" and it's going to be difficult. She was a purebred golden, red in colour that I found in the local paper when she was 1 1/2 yrs. The connection was instant! She'd give lots of kisses, at first trying to get a "b" (buscuit) I remember the first time she saw snow. Well she couldnt believe what was on the ground, playing in it like a young child, rolling in the snow, rooting under the snow with her nose. Then she discovered that she could eat it, well she must have eaten 5 gallons of it cause the next morning I thought there was a water pipe broken. What a flood! She loved swimming at our cottage. Wouldn't hesitate about running full tilt off the warf with a leap and a splash chasing after the tennis balls. She was even able to bring back 2 balls, course with some difficulty. She would catch 1 ball and the 2nd, she would paw at, while swimming in 10+ ft deep. What a sight,swimming away with both front paws breaking the surface trying to get that 2nd ball. Can't forget the creek also, it was a beaver dam, a mud bog where she'd go swimming in trying to catch the frogs and what ever else moved in that water. She was black after and needed a swim in the lake to clean off, so time to get the tennis balls out. She always walked well, off the leash, right at my side even passing cats and other dogs. She would spot a cat in the bush and stop dead and "point", and look at me as to say 'can I?' One word, GO, all you'd see was a blurr of red furr going after this cat. She wouldn't hurt them, she actually cornered 1 cat and stopped and looked at me like 'ok, what do I do now, never got this far!' She'd never stray off the property or take off on me.
She had epilepsy, where I witnessed 2 seizures. It wasn't easy to see that, the fright that's in her eyes. But meds controlled that. She also had hip displaysa and arthritis setting in her back end. But she was still happy, and was no sign of pain in her eyes, her eyes told everything.
March 2005, she got caught under my bed and was trying to get up, I didn't wake until morning. When I did wake in the morning, She was paralized. She couldn't use her back end at all, never did her business in 36 hours. She had arthritis in her back and pinched her spinal cord. I thought that was it. Brought her to my vet and he started her on prednisone. Within a week, she was back walking on her own!! She was a little shakey but still able to go for walks.
As time went by, she was slowly getting worst where she needed help on stairs to go out, with a towl under her back end. For all the times she was there for me, cheering me up, playing ball, and sometimes being frisky, wanting some action, she'd initiate it, I wasn't going to give up on her. She depended on me for getting her outside down the steps and across the slippery spots. Some days were real bad where she'd drag her back end in the house to get around but I'd be right there to help. The most important thing was she was still happy and her playful old self, she'd even play with the balls, rolling them to her. My friend said to me that its time to put her down. But I saw the different side that showed she was still happy, frustrated at times, but happy. She'd scratch her face with her front legs and rub her head and back on the carpet, and on the grass outside, that one feeling that dogs always love. Misty also started to get a lump on her side, cancer that was getting worst and I knew that her time was near. She was good last christmas 2005, still able to open her own gifts and treats, shredding the wrapping paper which almost was more fun than the treat she was after.
Then in feburary 2006, her front leg was causing her problems. The elbow had swollen up to the size of an orange. That was noticed the sat pm and by the evening it was half the leg that was swollen. Her eyes were showing alot of pain and discomfort now as she couldn't get up on her own without help. The saturday night, I knew what had to be done, it was agony for the rest of the weekend as the vet was closed on sunday and only open monday. Her last meal was very difficult, and had to be special, cheese, balony and some other goodies I could find at the time. She loved it. I couldn't eat or sleep, I was numb. Monday morning finally came and the swelling had gone through the whole front leg. And then the most difficult phone call that I had to make. She was excited about going in the truck for a drive. I couldn't feel a thing, was still numb. At the vets office, my nerves were getting to me, and had to use the wash room, but Misty couldn't see me, she actually got up on her own and started down the hallway looking for me, couldn't believe it. I was there right to the end, holding her head, which was sooo hard, but necessary for My Girl's sake. That date is seared into my brain after signing the autorization paper, Feb 13 2006 . She was 13 1/2 yrs.

On the way home after that, I heard a song on the radio, Imagine by John Lennon and believed that was her saying hi. Now every time I hear that song I have a hard time holding it together as I know she's saying hi. I'm very glad of having my black lab at the time, adopted from the spca, he made it a little easier, and help me get through 5 difficult months. In july I found another little girl that stole my heart from the spca, it was also an instant connection. She' s a border collie/lab mix and just the sweetest little girl.
There's only 1 that I call "My Girl" and will always be that way.
You will be sadly missed, but never ever forgotten, My Misty Girl. :heart:

ps I had to make changes in my life after loosing Misty, I relocated to a house in the country, where my 2 dogs just love it, loads of space to run and play. I have a sign out front saying: Welcome to The Rainbow Bridge. very fitting.
K



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Thanks for sharing your memories of Misty with us buddytime - sounds like she was a wonderful girl and had a great life with you ^_^

I hope you and your two fur kids have a good Christmas :)