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Lost my best little friend today

Hannah's Dad

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I share in your loss @Rudy Vey.

Your spare, matter of fact description made it very moving for me, I don't know why. Just did.

May you see your little friend again, and may his gentle little soul be with you always.

A Dog Has Died​

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.
Some ten years ago we rescued a Chihuahua mix, and we named him Federico Barktholomew de Chihuahua, or short Freddie. He was probably something like 3-4 years old at the time. He was the ruler of the house, but when taking him outside our house and garden he became very insecure. He looked at me every third step to make sure I was still on the other end of the leash.
Two years ago he developed a heart murmur and was put on some medications for it. His heart did not improve, and two weeks ago he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and the vet gave us a rough estimate from a few months to maybe a year and a half. He started to cough more and more and was put on a diuretic. So good, for a week he was OK. But he started again Friday to cough. Today it was quite bad and did not want to eat at all. So we called the vet and got an appointment. About the time we had to leave, he acted weird, like he has a problem walking, wobbly etc and i picked him up and we went.
At the vets, I took him inside and when i was putting him down he collapsed right on my foot. The vet put him on the table and said that he had a massive stroke and was not responding at all. Within three or four minutes he died peacefully in my arms. Vet said that he might have had a smaller stroke when he started to act weird earlier. We loved him so much, and we will miss him badly.
RIP little buddy!! I will see you again!!View attachment 1493044
my heart is breaking for you. such a loving face, there certainly must be a heaven for dogs.
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