Rest in peace Rocky
Added 2023-04-14 12:01:04 +0000 UTCUnfortunately I don't have good news today.
Yesterday on 2023 - 04 - 13 my faithful 15 year old dog passed away. I buried him myself and felt it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. Rocky wasn't just a dog. He was my only companion with whom I shared my everyday life. I will first have to get over my grief and come to terms with the new situation before I have a head again to continue working on new projects. A few things were finished before my dog died and I will put it online soon.
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Dear people,
Thank you so much for your many beautiful messages. You wouldn't believe how much this helps in this situation. The time is really very hard! Rocky didn't feel very well that evening and didn't want to get up again. For a long time I always had to help Rocky get up, after that he also ran around in the apartment and in the garden. On this day he just wanted to lie down. When I went to bed I gave him water and put it on a blanket. His head was on my lap for another 20 minutes. I stroked him and said that tomorrow everything will be better. I found him dead the next morning.
I just didn't expect it. And I blamed myself. I buried him myself a few hours later. That was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through in my life. The days that followed I had to process all these images, endure the loss. A few of you have written that the soul is not really gone, that you can still hear its presence and sounds. After just crying for days, I suddenly felt his presence. It gave me so much strength to feel his presence and to know that he is still there even when you can't see him. It's a very nice feeling after the loss and I'm sure that we can see each other again! Thank you very much for supporting me during this time and for building me up again with your words!
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Dear people, Thank you so much for your many beautiful messages. You wouldn't believe how much this helps in this situation. The time is really very hard! Rocky didn't feel very well that evening and didn't want to get up again. For a long time I always had to help Rocky get up, after that he also ran around in the apartment and in the garden. On this day he just wanted to lie down. When I went to bed I gave him water and put it on a blanket. His head was on my lap for another 20 minutes. I stroked him and said that tomorrow everything will be better. I found him dead the next morning. I just didn't expect it. And I blamed myself. I buried him myself a few hours later. That was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through in my life. The days that followed I had to process all these images, endure the loss. A few of you have written that the soul is not really gone, that you can still hear its presence and sounds. After just crying for days, I suddenly felt his presence. It gave me so much strength to feel his presence and to know that he is still there even when you can't see him. It's a very nice feeling after the loss and I'm sure that we can see each other again! Thank you very much for supporting me during this time and for building me up again with your words!
Mr_CadillacV8
2023-04-28 15:06:30 +0000 UTCThat's how it was and so beautifully written! Thanks for that!
Mr_CadillacV8
2023-04-28 14:42:56 +0000 UTC" From: K9 Companion Dog Training September 3, 2018 at 8:06 PM Old dogs don’t die; they can’t. They’ve merely run up ahead; they’re waiting for us just out of sight. Close your eyes late at night and you may smell his musky odor, or perhaps hear his snuffle from the next room. Pay attention and you may feel his nose on your hand or the back of your calf. When your final day comes, you can go on to meet him; he’s never left you and never will, and when you close your eyes for the last time, you’ll open them again to be met with his Bright eyes and wagging tail. Old dogs don’t die, at least, not those dogs who take the biggest chunks of our hearts with them when they leave us. Those dogs are inextricably part of our souls, and they go with us wherever we are. Though we may not see them, we know they’re there because our heart is still beating; we still breathe, and those of us who have been truly touched by a good dog know our lives really started the day we met them. Magnificent dogs don’t die. They shepherd our dreams and only allow the good ones through the gates of our consciousness. They watch over us much as they did in life, and that moment when we step just barely outside of death or disaster, it’s because they moved our feet or they stopped short in front of us as they did in life. You see, a good dog is something only given to a few people. They are a gift from the universe and, though they’re with us only a short time, they never really leave us. They are loyalty and love perfected, and once we are graced with that sort of love we can never lose it. We merely lose sight of it for a time, and that is our fault; for how can love like that ever go away? It can’t. It can’t, and it never will. For these brave souls trade their hearts for ours, and they beat together beyond sickness, beyond death. They are ours, and we are theirs, for every sunrise and every sunset, until the sun blazes its last and we once again join the stars. By Leigh Hester, K9 Companion Dog Training Port Jervis, NY
James Sudik
2023-04-28 00:37:59 +0000 UTC
