posted on Aug, 14 2013 @ 11:06 AM
reply to post by openyourmind1262
I knew the day would come . I knew one day he would let me know " Nows the time" That day he did'nt want to get up, he did not want to be in "Dan" ( I
named the wheelchair , Lt Dan from Forrest Gump fame.) Because it was his "Magic Legs" He looked at me and I knew he was tired and ready to leave me.
We had a meal of his favorite food, bacon. I let him eat all he wanted. Then we went and when I came home. I was alone. He was gone. I buried my
friend in my side yard, Laid him to rest in his own bed. I still tear up over that ole dog.
Daphnee was in to much pain. When I kissed her on her cold wet lil
nose before she left with my wife. She wouldn't take her eyes off of me
til the door was closed. She knew she was dying. Hell even our cat Sox
knew it. The morning before she left he was staring at her for the longest
time. Then he did something completely unheard of and I break down a
lil every time I think about it. That old man cat jumped up on the couch
she was on, lay down and just looked at her for at least five solid minutes.
He loved her even tho she would always ruff him up trying to get him to
play. He'd just get all grumpy and take shots at her with a clawless paw.
Then jump up and run under a table all bent with his ears back. He had to
be cussing her out. Bitch, leave me alone ! I could just see it on his face.
But yeah, he knew. Sounds like you made a heaven on Earth for your
lil guy. I know we did that for Dappers and that makes it easier.
Good God I loved that dog.
Three days and still wiping away tears ? WTH ? Is this normal ? This is why
I call people whiner or snivler a lot in my threads and posts. Try'n to draw attention
away from myself.
edit on 14-8-2013 by randyvs because: (no reason given)