Mr Glassman
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Gone but never forgotten!
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canadianbacon
RCC Addict
Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of her.
Ruthless
Quarry Creeper
Lost My dog Marley Dec 10th 2004. He was 12 and had to be put down. It was one of the hardest days of my life! MISS YOU BUDDY!!
R.I.P Marley
R.I.P Marley
Big Mike
I wanna be Dave
Jack was my best friend for 17 years and 3 months. I got him the first week of April in 1990 and had to put him down on July 3rd of 07.
I still miss him every day...
I still miss him every day...
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Not sure how to download pics. We put our "Maggie" to sleep yesterday. She was with us for 16 yrs. She is a blue heeler. We waited too long. We lived for her good days. Not realizing her bad days were so painful for her. The uncondtional love a pet shows is amazing. She loved me while i struggled with a drug addiction in the late 90s. The only time she got on the bed, my wife was very sick with the flu. I came home from work and walked into the bedroom. Maggie had crawled up on the bed and was laying on my wifes feet. She stayed there for a day and ahalf. I think Maggie knew my wife was sick and did what she could to help[.
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rmdesignworks
I wanna be Dave
My tale
Before I tell my story of loss and freindship,,I'd like to say Thank you to Micah,,,this thread has shakin' me to the core,,awoke memories and emotions,,and brought a tear to my eye and a shutter to my heart. Thank you to all for your tales and your honesty in your loss and feelings over something that still to this day kills me everytime I think about it but also makes me smile way deep down inside where we don't discuss the things that scare us or make us feel vulnerable.
My tale starts in late 2000,,my dad Jerry (Gerald to his mother) battled many illnesses right to the end and had a living will,,I was responsible to carry it out,,and I did,,that was by far the hardest thing I have ever done in my life and hope and pray that no one ever has to go through it,,and if you have I pass to you my deepest and most sincere feeling of regret for your duty and I salute you for doing so.
My heart is very heavy as I write this,,I know i have to reset the browser soon cuz RCC will reset and I will lose anything I write,,and yet I could type what I am thinking right now till the sun comes up. I apologise to all for the length I know this will be,,and Please know I am in no way trying to make anything more out of my situation than any other on here now or that will follow.
2000,,,I lost my dad,,I spent most of my life hating him,,and fighting with him,,but the last 5 years I had with him were good. We could talk and discuss things as adults with truth and compassion...I will forever cherish that.
In 2005,,,Twister,,,my 85 pound Olde English Bull Dog,,was suffering from what I believe was Crush desease,,it was horrific to see him get worse,,,,I sit here telling you this,,,with my vision blurred,by tears of regret for not saving his life,,,Twister was and will ALWAYS be THE BEST FRIEND I have ever known, he was in horrible shape as I drove all over this city talking to one God forsaken vet after another, trying to get someone to help him,,no one would because I didn't have the money,,,I cannot write out the things I have to say about this in this forum...But I am sure I do not need to explain the murderous anger I have felt about this for years.
I'd like to tell you my two grandest thoughts or memories,,about Twister...he would try to sneak around the corner of the couch to come over by me,,,belly crawling,,,scooting along and everytime I would eyeball him he would stop and lay his head between his paws,,as soon as I would stop watching him he would start stalking me again,,until he was at my feet then he would inch his way up until his head was on my knee. And the other thing is based on his unwaivering fearlessness to protect his family,,,he would be in his kennel or out in the apartment and all would be cool,,someone would walk by outside and he would alert and wait for the all clear,,someone could knock on the door and he would go to the door and wait for it to be answered,,,but at night,,only when i turned the deadbolt did he go into kill or die trying mode. I remember him actually not breathing a few times as someone would knock on the door,,his ears back,,hair raised on his back teeth showing but silent waiting for need to protect me , my wife and son.
I never allowed emotion to show before I lost my dad,,and after losing them both,,I have a hard time holding it in sometimes.
I miss them both,,a little more each day and I cannot in anyway think of one without thinking about the other. If I could one piece of advise to anyone it would be this,,never ever hold back what you feel,,you may not have the chance to make your feelings known tomorrow.
Thanks for reading this and allowing a place for me to for the first ime speak publicly about two of worst times of my life.
Thomas
Before I tell my story of loss and freindship,,I'd like to say Thank you to Micah,,,this thread has shakin' me to the core,,awoke memories and emotions,,and brought a tear to my eye and a shutter to my heart. Thank you to all for your tales and your honesty in your loss and feelings over something that still to this day kills me everytime I think about it but also makes me smile way deep down inside where we don't discuss the things that scare us or make us feel vulnerable.
My tale starts in late 2000,,my dad Jerry (Gerald to his mother) battled many illnesses right to the end and had a living will,,I was responsible to carry it out,,and I did,,that was by far the hardest thing I have ever done in my life and hope and pray that no one ever has to go through it,,and if you have I pass to you my deepest and most sincere feeling of regret for your duty and I salute you for doing so.
My heart is very heavy as I write this,,I know i have to reset the browser soon cuz RCC will reset and I will lose anything I write,,and yet I could type what I am thinking right now till the sun comes up. I apologise to all for the length I know this will be,,and Please know I am in no way trying to make anything more out of my situation than any other on here now or that will follow.
2000,,,I lost my dad,,I spent most of my life hating him,,and fighting with him,,but the last 5 years I had with him were good. We could talk and discuss things as adults with truth and compassion...I will forever cherish that.
In 2005,,,Twister,,,my 85 pound Olde English Bull Dog,,was suffering from what I believe was Crush desease,,it was horrific to see him get worse,,,,I sit here telling you this,,,with my vision blurred,by tears of regret for not saving his life,,,Twister was and will ALWAYS be THE BEST FRIEND I have ever known, he was in horrible shape as I drove all over this city talking to one God forsaken vet after another, trying to get someone to help him,,no one would because I didn't have the money,,,I cannot write out the things I have to say about this in this forum...But I am sure I do not need to explain the murderous anger I have felt about this for years.
I'd like to tell you my two grandest thoughts or memories,,about Twister...he would try to sneak around the corner of the couch to come over by me,,,belly crawling,,,scooting along and everytime I would eyeball him he would stop and lay his head between his paws,,as soon as I would stop watching him he would start stalking me again,,until he was at my feet then he would inch his way up until his head was on my knee. And the other thing is based on his unwaivering fearlessness to protect his family,,,he would be in his kennel or out in the apartment and all would be cool,,someone would walk by outside and he would alert and wait for the all clear,,someone could knock on the door and he would go to the door and wait for it to be answered,,,but at night,,only when i turned the deadbolt did he go into kill or die trying mode. I remember him actually not breathing a few times as someone would knock on the door,,his ears back,,hair raised on his back teeth showing but silent waiting for need to protect me , my wife and son.
I never allowed emotion to show before I lost my dad,,and after losing them both,,I have a hard time holding it in sometimes.
I miss them both,,a little more each day and I cannot in anyway think of one without thinking about the other. If I could one piece of advise to anyone it would be this,,never ever hold back what you feel,,you may not have the chance to make your feelings known tomorrow.
Thanks for reading this and allowing a place for me to for the first ime speak publicly about two of worst times of my life.
Thomas
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