Saturday, May 12, 2012

My buddy Smokey passes.

Dammit! It is weird that I knew he would die today. I could just sense it. In the middle of the night he died in Robins arms at about 3am. Robin decided we needed a runt of a Pomeranian puppy that we named Smokey 13 years ago.  He hated people, (Except his pack family) and really hated cats. He was actually chasing them off his porch the day he died. He was around 15 pounds and loved food until the day before passing.  Robin is holding him in her arms as I write. I offered to bury him now but she doesn't want to let go yet.  
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7 comments:

Anonymous said...

My sympathy, Richard and Robin.

8:20 AM
skippy said...

This is the hardest thing, to love and lose a companion. I'm sorry.

For Smokey Robin, and Richard:

A Dog’s Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of mine.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do. Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

Norman Beth Harris

Peace.

9:33 AM
Julie Timmons said...

My profound sympathies. It sounds as if he went quickly, his last gift to you.

9:51 AM
Anonymous said...

So sorry Richard

I lost my four legged partner 20 years ago and still miss him. I don't recall who wrote that every one should have a dog, because a dog doesn't care if you win or lose. Take some comfort in the fact that his life was full and happy because of you and his pack and it is a blessing that he did have to be hurting for a long time.

5:15 PM
Eric Kirk said...

Oh, I'm sorry sorry Richard.

12:29 PM
Ernie Branscomb said...

There is nothing more painful than the passing of a beloved pet.

My sympathy to the both of you Robin and Richard.

8:14 PM
Ernie Branscomb said...

There is nothing more painful than the passing of a beloved pet.

My sympathy to the both of you Robin and Richard.

8:15 PM

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