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lizard lips
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I lost a good friend today
This morning at 5:30 I went outside and found my 10 year old Golden Retriver who weighed about 110 pounds lying next to the door of the garage not
moving. After calling him a few times, and he did'nt come I checked him and found he was dead.
His name was Buddy and he really was my best friend. The last few months were pretty tough on him. His health was declining rapidly. I took him to the
vet in Ensenada last Monday and the Doc took out his spleen which was covered in tumors. I brought him home on Wednesday and thought maybe I could
have him around for maybe another year but it was just his time to go.
I found him in the street in Santa Ana about 9 years ago with a broken leg, I think he was hit by a car. I took him to Baja and he remained with me
and my wife and protected our home as well as being a constant companion. He was a great dog!
Im writing this because I always find if I put it down in y own words, if something is bothering me, I can take a deep breath without getting the frog
in my throat. It really gets rid of some of the pain.
I dont think Ill ever find another dog that even comes close to Buddy. Ill really miss him-
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jrbaja
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I am so sorry my friend
You were very fortunate to have a "companion" like that in your lives. We have also had to deal with this tragedy beore our two current canines.
But, although you will never find another dog like your Buddy, another wonderful critter will probably find you and fill in a tragic void!
And something tells me that Buddy had a pretty good life with you coming from the streets of Santa Ana.
Very sorry.
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Gypsy Jan
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Please accept my sincere condolences for your loss.
Things happen that remind me of the ones that have gone before me.
I really hope that they will greet me later and I wish that for you.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness.”
—Mark Twain
\"La vida es dura, el corazon es puro, y cantamos hasta la madrugada.” (Life is hard, the heart is pure and we sing until dawn.)
—Kirsty MacColl, Mambo de la Luna
\"Alea iacta est.\"
—Julius Caesar
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Diver
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Very, very sorry for your loss.
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Debra
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So sorry for your loss.....I too know how much it hurts.
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Diver
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My yellow lab Stryder passed in the early '80's. He had been my amazing friend for 12 years. I never thought I would have another bud like him.
I even shied away from connecting with other dogs for a few years.
Now I have Zeke.
Zeke is the coolest, the handsomest, the most mellow yellow.....
He is not Stryder, but I am not what I was in the eighty's.
Zeke is now almost 8 and starting to show signs that remind me he won't be with me forever. I need to lay on the grass in the sun with him more often.
I hope you can find your Zeke soon.
Best wishes !
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Marie-Rose
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Thank you for sharing your pain, It just makes one so thankful for having the wonderful love and friendship of a dog. I know that your memories will
bring a smile to face soon. What a lucky dog to have had a good friend!!!
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rpleger
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I am so very sorry about Buddie.
I have always had a dog or two and I know, nothing hurts more than the loss of a friend.
Again, I am so sorry.
Richard on the Hill
*ABROAD*, adj. At war with savages and idiots. To be a Frenchman abroad is to
be miserable; to be an American abroad is to make others miserable.
-- Ambrose Bierce, _The Enlarged Devil\'s Dictionary_
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DanO
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Lips, my condolences. It's funny, you go for years not thinking about it, and then something like this triggers that memory. When my mom took Juno,
the german shepard I was raised with, away to put her out of her pain, I cried for a week. I loved that dog. Haven't had one since. 35 years.
Here's to you Juno and Buddie. Hope you're both chasing squirrels in dog heaven.
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Sharksbaja
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True friends they are
| Quote: | Originally posted by Marie-Rose
Thank you for sharing your pain, It just makes one so thankful for having the wonderful love and friendship of a dog. I know that your memories will
bring a smile to face soon. What a lucky dog to have had a good friend!!! |
I feel bad for you. One of our blind customers has dinner at our place with her Golden. VERY sweet animals and fantastic with children. I am sure your
memories are many.
A dog owner can measure his past with memories shared with his companions through lifes course. I too have been deprived of that special bonding many
times. I always think ...."no more dogs, no more pain". This can't work because the joys far outwiegh the end. My/our thoughts then turn to finding
and giving an animal a good life. We have always had dogs. Below is "Klondike" our last beloved dog, short-changed in life but was brave to the end.
The next two pics are of "Buzz" ("Zumbido") a dog we found in the newspaper. This dog is a wonder. He knows more than 20 tricks and other commands. He
loves people TOO much and will be your instant friend(especially kids & women). Half Border Collie and half Samoyed he has this passion for
pulling on ropes. He just has a little too much dogosterone tho and likes to roam. We like em a lot however!
rest in peace
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Osprey
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Lips, I share your pain. I share your love for dogs. Here's a story about a dear friend lost to me.
Amanecer
This morning, "punto a la amanecer", just at dawn, Sam woke me again with his barking. He chased two or three trucks headed for the beach. Sam, my
Campo Spaniel dog, glistening black, short, powerful and vocal, began to chase certain cars and trucks when still a puppy. The method is simple and
deadly -- a headlong rush at the offending vehicle's front tires, barking and biting, bristling with sheer rage, uninterrupted until the
car/truck/tractor has outrun the attack, stopped or become, most suddenly, a non-aggressor.
Although I have paid particular attention, I have been unable to determine just what color, sound, shape or odor the vehicles have that initiate the
chase. VW's seem to have the edge on manufacturer while one-ton box trucks with no noticeable mufflers draw more attacks, as a rule, than quiet
sedans---but not always.
We have a block wall around my house which keeps our other, less exuberant dog, Jake, safely at home. He seems happy inside this gray fortress and
only occasionally whimpers at the prospect of freedom. Sam leaps the wall at will and has the run of the village.
His unfastened vigor holds me, shames me. Reminds me that I did not dare enough -- when I took from life's cup it was nearly always in cautious
sips, not in head-back, eyes-up giant gulps. His leaps into my willing arms flood my senses with his wet, shaggy body, smelling of dead leaves and
original dirt. For as long as I have marveled at the inexpressible joy and rapture of his unbounded freedom to run on the beach, alongside my
fisherman neighbors, is as long as I have known this freedom would, one fateful day, be his undoing.
I cannot bridle this free spirit to save his life. The rope, tied to his new collar that would save him from the crushing death of grinding metal
and rubber, would just as surely hang him by the same small neck, reducing life to the unthinkable prison of sameness, boredom and disuse of spirit --
hobble all the quarter horses at Ruidoso Downs the day before the race because "they might get hurt" sings the same tune.
So if I can't stop him from chasing the cars that will some day kill him, what am I to do? Worry. Well, I have not been very good at the worrying
game... it?s not what I do best. No, it?s better that I prepare myself for the shock of his (always untimely) death. That's what I do...when I don't
see him for an hour or two, I begin to imagine that he has been mangled beneath the wheels of a car or truck and is hurt or dead, maybe just a block
or two away. I prepare myself for this grisly visage and hope for the best.
This is not an easy, happy-go-lucky, exercise. My deepest feelings for Sam rush to the surface, begging, that if, around the next corner, he
suddenly appears, unharmed, I can take him inside me, hold him there forever and cherish just the sight of him, tongue lolling, rushing to meet me.
The pain of this regime deepens because I feel, each day he lives, I use up a little of his remaining companionship, as though it could be measured,
weighed and apportioned. Is this some kind of lesson? Should I be cherishing, ever so much more, all the people and things around me because they
are so fragile and temporary? Nope. This is not a lesson. There are no lessons to be learned here. Not here. Each thing will be loved, adored and
protected or it will not.
As for Sam, I take, day by day, in equal measure, credit for the continued freedom that is his wondrous life and full blame for his death, some
future, less forgiving sunrise will expose.
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bajajudy
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I am right there with you.
When we lost Toby(14) we already had Mochi and that really helped.
When you find another dog, you will find that they have something different and as special as Buddy. I never thought any dog could take Toby's place.
She was half black lab and half bassett hound....we call her a black bassadore.
We found Eta on the side of the road tied to her sister by their back legs and Eta is the most special dog I have ever had.
Hope that Buddy and Toby enjoy each others company.
[Edited on 7-9-2005 by bajajudy]
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Keri
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I feel your pain,
so very sorry. Our pets are like our children. I know it's a terrible loss. Thanks for sharing your love for your friend with us. Hope you are able
to share your love with a new friend soon,k
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bajaruby
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very sorry for your loss. I also have a Buddy, but I think it will be BB that I lose soon, as he has cancer. We will always miss them, but look
forward to the time when we will all meet again.
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Ken Bondy
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My condolences lips
It is truly amazing how attached you get to them. I know how you feel about writing things down. It eases the pain for me too. Here's something I
wrote on an airplane a few years ago immediately after I found out that our bulldog Rosie was diagnosed with a particularly virulent form of cancer:
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Goodbye Rosie
I cannot bear to think that our time together is soon coming to an end, sweet Rose. You have been such a wonderful, special part of our lives in your
short five years. You deserved much more time; the world so desperately needs truly good and unselfish spirits like yours, regardless of species.
What a dirty trick life plays on us by letting us become so attached to precious animals like you, and then snuffing out your lives so quickly.
I will never, ever forget you. Physically you were so poorly designed, and that made life constantly tough for you. Just the act of walking,
climbing stairs, jumping up to sit on your beloved Mom?s lap, even breathing, was difficult for you. But you never knew you weren?t quite like other
dogs, you never let it affect your spirit, your good nature, or your love for life and for your Mom and Dad. Few humans could endure the fundamental
problems you did every day, and still be as loving, gentle, and full of life as you were, every day of yours. Some recoiled at your mooshed-in little
face; I thought it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
There are so many memories of you I will carry with me until the day I too sleep forever. The first days at Oxnard, when I could actually hold your
warm, trembling little body on my shoulder; how you got to love the beach and the (ever shorter) walks, how you lost fear of grass, twigs, and dirt
clods and eventually mastered and dominated each of them. I treasure how you would greet me when I came home; each time just as eagerly as the last
no matter how long I was gone. I loved all of your strange noises; they became part of our lives. I particularly used to love watching you come out
on the deck with me during my cigar smokes on warm summer nights. How awkward it was for you to stretch out and lie down on the hard deck next to me.
Nonetheless you did it because, I think, you just wanted to be near me, and perhaps protect me from all the night creatures out there, for a little
while. And who could forget how you would do your rollovers when your Mom brought out the HandiWipes? That, the beach, walks, going to bed with us,
were your favorite things. I?m so glad you got to do them, even if it wasn?t for very long.
Sleep well and breathe easy for once, my beautiful little bulldog. Maybe we will be together again sometime. If that?s not the way it works, please
know that I loved you dearly and I always will, and I am honored that you loved me too.
++Dad++
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She died about a month after I wrote that. There will never be another Rosie for us, just like there will never be another Buddy for you, but life
does go on, and I am sure, from how you write, that there will be another loving dog in your life. After Rosie had been gone for about a year we
simply had to have another furbag in our lives, and another beautiful little Bulldog named Daisy entered our lives. We love her dearly, and, after
time passes for awhile, I know you too will find another one to fill that void.
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There is a Place
That we call memory?
A province by itself
Which, though unseen, is home
And heaven to the heart?
And there,
In peace and beauty waiting,
Are those with whom we shared our yesterdays?
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++Ken++
[Edited on 7-9-2005 by Ken Bondy]
[Edited on 7-9-2005 by Ken Bondy]
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Eli
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Lizard Lips, I feel for you this day.
Saying goodbye to a best friend is the hardest thing to deal with in the end.
Even though you know he must go, and there will be no more pain for him. For sure if you love a dog like we do, they are with you in your heart all
the way to your end. Still, loosing such a good friend is beyond belief painful, at least for a while. Hopefully sooner instead of later the memories
of your Buddy will come back as smiles.
My Ol Goldie dog runs thru my minds eye all the time, so proud with that jack rabbit in her mouth that she finally caught, she was getting up there
in years then, man she was happy that day, her meta de anos accomplished, for sure I think it was the best day of her life.
Yep, memories I always carry with me include; A Sweet little Dotty Dog. La Brindle, who thought she was a cat. El Cid, a valiant friend to the end.
Miss Goldie, boy she was so smart. The Loyal VOS, the most grateful to be alive critter that ever walked this plant. And finally La Shaggy, I could
never keep her in, I knew someday her running around would be her demise, and it did. Now those loyal companions just live in my heart, good sweet
souls everyone of um, my best friends.
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I think one of the most unfair of all the tricks life plays on us is that terrible mathematical inequality:
1 human year = 7 doggie years
The math should have been worked out more carefully.
++Ken++
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lizard lips
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Wow, all of you are soo nice to respond. I now know Im not the only person out there that has been through something like this and your kind words
have really helped.
I forgot to mention that I buried Buddy in my garden and plan to plant a special rose bush there to remember him every time I see it. It wont be the
first rose bush in the garden but it will be the best.
When it's my time to go I sure hope we will meet again and take another walk on the beach together!
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bajajudy
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We planted a gardenia on top of Toby and it really flourished. I still go out there and talk to her sometimes.
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well its only 8:07 in beautiful Laguna Hills, haven't even had my coffee yet, and the tears run down my face. Lips, I am very sorry for your loss. I
know in time, you'll find another very special doggie to share your love with. It is a shame they can not stay with us longer, but the time they are
here, is such pure joy. Thanks for sharing all your pooch stories, Nomads, I needed a good cry. Have a great Sunday!
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