I lost my best friend, faithful companion and footwarmer for the past twelve years early this morning. She was a good dog.
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"It is a tragedy of the first magnitude that millions have ceased to use their hands...this great gift...It is highly likely that a time will come when we shall be so incapacitated and weak that we shall begin to curse ourselves for having forgotten the use of the living machines given to us by God."
Mahatma Gandhi
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Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. (Unknown)
Der Himmel hat den Menschen als Gegengewicht zu den vielen Mühseligkeiten des Lebens drei Dinge gegeben, die Hoffnung, den Schlaf, und das Lachen.
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21 comments:
Ah. Pain on pain. I am so sorry for your loss.
How sad. Hopefully the memories you have will be of some comfort.
Sending love. :-(
Oh, no. How sad. Hard to lose a dog that's been with you day after day after day. I looked back in the blog to find past posts about your dog and can only hope you think of the happy memories that Ursa brought to you and your Mom. Thinking of the heart "art" your Mom put on your beautiful dog. So sorry.
So sad with you
awww, that's such a lovely photo
It hurts so much when we lose them I sometimes wonder why we subject ourselves to that when we know they live such a relatively short time compared to us.
Keep good memories of what a good life she had in your heart. Sending a hug.
I'm so sorry, Annie. Do you think everyone could stay well for a bit, huh??????
So very sorry.
Oh Annie...I'm SO very sorry. My heart breaks for you...
So sorry.
OH Annie, I am so sorry to read this post today. I'm thinking of you with thoughts for comfort.
~Amanda (gr8aunt)
The worst pain I've experienced in grieving was for a dog. They are with us/for us in ways that people can't be. It is so hard not to get attached to them; and harder still to lose them. Do allow yourself to grieve; it is necessary.
so sorry to hear of your sorrow and loss.
So sorry to read you have lost your dog. I know from experience how terribly sad this is. They are love in a little four-legged package.
So sorry for your loss.
{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}
I am so sorry.
Julia
I've just gone and 'loved' my two. Was three.
Hugs all round.
She certainly looks like a good dog. I hope she runs into my Fred. I'm sending you warm wishes.
Sorry Annie...I'll be facing that too soon. Take good care.
The wonderful light in the picture make it looks like your beautiful "brown bear dog" is sitting contemplating in doggy heaven. I think that our dogs when they leave us in some sense remains our guardian angels, like they have in been in life.
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