Jan 2/1995 ~ Aug 17/2009
This was my darling Ted's life... the space between the dashes. I am writing about him today because it was three years ago we had our last day together. It is impossible to put down in words what that dog meant to me. It is impossible to think of or talk about him without tears. How can one little animal that doesn't even weight twenty pounds have the most radical affect on ones life? From the first moment I saw him to my last kiss goodbye this dog changed me. I always was a crazy passionate dog lover.. however when that little guy came home with me it was every Christmas and birthday rolled into one. A childlike joy holding him. He knew it I guess because he took such advantage of me his entire life. Rules didn't apply to Ted. Telling all the dogs to stay he followed and looked back as much as to say " yeah you guys stay there ". He was always near my side always! When I would drive up my driveway he was there waiting as I watched his little tail wag his hello he raced to the door oh happy to have me home again. We spent a last day much like we spent days when he was a younger dog. I guess he wanted as he always did to give me a bit more of his joy. I said goodbye to my boy on Aug 17th at 6:05 PM stroking his head as he left me. I am so grateful for my time with him and the lessons he taught me about unconditional love. I never wanted him to have any discomfort ... there are many stories of the measures taken to achieve that goal. A few pictures of Mom's Boy follow. Obviously one of him as a baby.. one of him under my chair reminding me of how I had to struggle to work and not disturb Ted! A picture of him sitting on a piece of poster paper I just dropped... he always sat on whatever I put on the floor... another one of his cute little things he did.. Of course I always thought everything he did was cute. From the beginning to end he remains seated in my heart until we meet again.
This was my darling Ted's life... the space between the dashes. I am writing about him today because it was three years ago we had our last day together. It is impossible to put down in words what that dog meant to me. It is impossible to think of or talk about him without tears. How can one little animal that doesn't even weight twenty pounds have the most radical affect on ones life? From the first moment I saw him to my last kiss goodbye this dog changed me. I always was a crazy passionate dog lover.. however when that little guy came home with me it was every Christmas and birthday rolled into one. A childlike joy holding him. He knew it I guess because he took such advantage of me his entire life. Rules didn't apply to Ted. Telling all the dogs to stay he followed and looked back as much as to say " yeah you guys stay there ". He was always near my side always! When I would drive up my driveway he was there waiting as I watched his little tail wag his hello he raced to the door oh happy to have me home again. We spent a last day much like we spent days when he was a younger dog. I guess he wanted as he always did to give me a bit more of his joy. I said goodbye to my boy on Aug 17th at 6:05 PM stroking his head as he left me. I am so grateful for my time with him and the lessons he taught me about unconditional love. I never wanted him to have any discomfort ... there are many stories of the measures taken to achieve that goal. A few pictures of Mom's Boy follow. Obviously one of him as a baby.. one of him under my chair reminding me of how I had to struggle to work and not disturb Ted! A picture of him sitting on a piece of poster paper I just dropped... he always sat on whatever I put on the floor... another one of his cute little things he did.. Of course I always thought everything he did was cute. From the beginning to end he remains seated in my heart until we meet again.
I'm so sorry, but your memories of this special guy are beautiful.
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Sharing with the other dog owners has been healing.. creating the artwork is a meditation.
ReplyDeleteIt's a terrible thing to lose a loved one. My beautiful poppy died this year and I miss her. I will treasure the time I had with her.
ReplyDeleteI lost my 14.5 year old JRT earlier this month. So much of what you said about him was so true of my Chuck also. He got to do what he wanted, when, where, and how he wanted even when the other dogs didn't. I would hold him on my lap in the shower to bathe him, while I sat on the floor and held the sprayer. He loved that soft, warm spray on his little, pink, bald belly. I had special soft, but chunky, food for him during his last year, and he ate it piece by piece off of a fork or out of my hand. He had a little red stroller for when he couldn't go on 'walkies' anymore. My Chuck left this world on July 22 2012 while I held him on his soft, fluffy, blue blanket and whispered into his ear. I have had other dogs before, and still do, but he is the one I loved totally with all of my heart and soul, nothing to compare it with, so strong. Your items are beautiful and your messages, this one in particular, go straight to the heart. Thanks, Melinda
ReplyDeleteMy heart goes out to you Melinda and to all of us missing our darling fur babies. You're not alone that is the only thing I know to say.
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