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My best bud died today

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JackKerouac

His name was Forte. He lived with me for 14 years. He was well tempered and obedient. I have the shakes. I miss him a lot already.

He had a bad exit, but I didn't expect him to go out as mellow as he usually was. He had lung cancer due to bad genetics, but I fed and loved him well.


(My little Ewok warrior)
 
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im sorry for that man, he looks cute as hell! just try to remember the good times you had with him.
 

Mrs.Babba

THE CHIMNEY!!
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Im sorry Jack, its hard to lose a much loved pet, just try to remember all the good times, you made his life wonderful, it will get better, promise :) hang in there
 
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Guest

Man that really sucks. Dogs have a way of really growing on you. Especially for 14 years..wow. He does look super cute & fun, though.
 
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So sorry for your loss... losing a beloved pet is losing a best friend... been through it... I even took my brother's dog in to be put to sleep as he couldn't do it himself... painful shit.

Peace & Gentle Healing to you~

Hippie Chic
 
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Guest

:badday: Condolences, we sure miss them don't we - even the crap we used to bitch about them, the grief they gave us as young'uns. Cycle of life, sad she had to go with illness, funny that "civilized" breeders have to cycle in genetics. We're born, we start to die once grown, we die.

About the only thing anyone could say to ease the pain might be that someday when you least expect it, you'll run into another that reminds you so much.....but after the mourning time starts to heal and bein the animal lovers that we are, another pitiful pup will charm their way into our hearts and start the cycle over again.

Peace and calm are his constant companions now, time to focus on life and remember the fond times but while building new times with another...
 

Duppy

Member
Ah, it's always so hard to say goodbye. They live such a short time, and they become such big parts of our lives.

I got two that are getting along in years now, one of 'em just about the size of your little buddy. I dread the days that I know are coming.

Still, in the end their friendship is worth the pain. You'll get another one eventually; so will I. I'd rather deal with the sorrow than not have dogs.
 

Vash

Ol' Skool
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JK, I can TRULY feel your pain. i must say that as i read that, and saw your "BEST BUDS" pic, I , myself started to shed tears. The pain is immeasurable. I lost my Jake 10/05/04, and I haven't gotten over it yet. I, too, couldn't stay and watch the vet put him down. Very hard to look at pics of him without getting teary eyed, and mind you i'm and old ass man, so I know EXACTLY what you're feeling. Without question, a dog is MAN's BESTEST FRIEND. Only a dog lover can understand what we go through when they leave us.
 

cadillachydro

Active member
Aw man... Sorry Jack, I can only imagine your pain right now, because someday I'll have to live it myself. Till then I'll hope your pain is short, just like I hope someone will for me come my time. Eh, to the goodtimes.
 

razer

Member
Yo that broke my heart sorry for the loss

You can look at it this way

You'll have someone waiting for you on the other side and both will live forever in happiness

Two tokes for your buddy :joint: :joint:
 

Babbabud

Bodhisattva of the Earth
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Sounds like he had a great home and a great 14 year run. You will miss him but gave him a great home while he was with you... what more honorable thing could you have done.
 
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this one is for Forte and his owner

this one is for Forte and his owner

A Dog Named Beau

Written by Jimmy Stewart

Beau

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.

And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.

And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us, And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

~ Jimmy Stewart ~
 

jaypee89

Member
My dog had a near death experience...jumped by a pack of boonies.
the cries of pain he let out as the other dogs bit into his neck still rings in my ears and the image of the other dogs beating him up still haunts my dreams. Knowing that If i was just a minute later I would have lost him still hurts just as much as if I were to lose a brother.

Hang in there man, things will get better...they always do.
 

pico

Active member
Veteran
that picture got me all choked up. I have a shitzu that i have been with for 10 years and love her more than anything.

Sorry for your loss.
 
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Txgrown said:
A Dog Named Beau

Written by Jimmy Stewart
Everytime I used to see Jimmy on the Tonite Show, and he'd do one of his sad poems, he'd have me, Johnny and most of the audience bawling...

I teared up just reading this one.

I too have lost my best friends - 2 dogs, 17 yrs old each, in the last couple o' years. I cried like a baby both times I held them for the last needle.

It won't help you much now, but it does get a little easier as time goes on.

My family is talking about getting another dog, and I think I'm ready too.

I wish you peace - grieve now, and remember your buddy for the good times.

ws
 

Uncle Jesse

Active member
Sorry to hear that, Dogs Really are Mans Best Friends, I have lost a few in my life,
Be happy you got to spend good time with him, celebrate there life, and try to get some peace knowing there is no more pain for him.

wish you well my friend, take care. UJ
 

Z10N

Active member
so sorry man.. this stuff makes me tear up... one of my first dogs also died from cancer, she was 16 y/o.

be strong my friend! remember the good times.
 
J

JackKerouac

I couldn't focus on my business and spent a majority of the time emotionally torn up today, but I think I have come to terms with it.

Thank you, kind IC folk. I really appreciate the kind words, even though I can't respond to every one of you.
 
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