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    For those that have lost a dog.

    This was sent to me years ago when I lost one of the amazing animals that I have been bl seed to have in my life. I hope it provides peace.



    A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year-old)

    Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine
    a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker.

    The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their
    little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker.

    I examined Belker and found he was dying of
    cancer.

    I told the family we couldn't do anything for
    Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure
    for the old dog in their home.

    As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me
    they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane
    to observe the procedure. They felt as though
    Shane might learn something from the experience.

    The next day, I felt the familiar catch in
    my throat as Belker's family surrounded him.

    Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the
    last time, that, I wondered if he
    understood what was going on.

    Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully
    away.

    The little boy seemed to accept Belker's
    transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat
    together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud
    about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter
    than human lives. Shane, who had been listening
    quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'

    Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of
    his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more
    comforting explanation.

    He said, 'People are born so that they can learn
    how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the
    time and being nice, right?'

    The six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already
    know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'

    Live simply.

    Love generously.

    Care deeply.

    Speak kindly.

    Remember, if a dog was the teacher, you would learn thing s like:


    When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

    Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

    Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind
    in your face to be pure ecstasy.

    Take naps.

    Stretch before rising.

    Run, romp, and play daily.

    Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

    Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

    On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

    On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

    When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

    Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

    Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.

    Stop when you have had enough.


    Never pretend to be something you're not.


    If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

    When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

    Be always grateful for each new day.

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    For those that have lost a dog.

    I just lost my best friend January 6th. My wife always said she was my girlfriend because while Ally loved our entire family she was in love with me. My heart truly hurt the week leading up to her final day with us and even a few days after. The words you posts are spot on. Thanks for posting this. She had a great 14+ years with us. I cant count the number of times I thanked God for putting her in our lives. This was the last pic I took of her. She was perfect in every way.

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      #3
      Been burying them for years, never gets any easier always gets harder….


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        #4
        Thanks for posting.

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          #5
          Originally posted by talltexasshoote View Post
          This was sent to me years ago when I lost one of the amazing animals that I have been bl seed to have in my life. I hope it provides peace.



          A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year-old)

          Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine
          a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker.

          The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their
          little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker.

          I examined Belker and found he was dying of
          cancer.

          I told the family we couldn't do anything for
          Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure
          for the old dog in their home.

          As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me
          they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane
          to observe the procedure. They felt as though
          Shane might learn something from the experience.

          The next day, I felt the familiar catch in
          my throat as Belker's family surrounded him.

          Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the
          last time, that, I wondered if he
          understood what was going on.

          Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully
          away.

          The little boy seemed to accept Belker's
          transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat
          together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud
          about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter
          than human lives. Shane, who had been listening
          quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'

          Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of
          his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more
          comforting explanation.

          He said, 'People are born so that they can learn
          how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the
          time and being nice, right?'

          The six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already
          know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'

          Live simply.

          Love generously.

          Care deeply.

          Speak kindly.

          Remember, if a dog was the teacher, you would learn thing s like:


          When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

          Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

          Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind
          in your face to be pure ecstasy.

          Take naps.

          Stretch before rising.

          Run, romp, and play daily.

          Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

          Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

          On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

          On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

          When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

          Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

          Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.

          Stop when you have had enough.


          Never pretend to be something you're not.


          If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

          When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

          Be always grateful for each new day.
          What the kid said makes perfect sense to me. Might have gotten a little misty there, but thanks for posting that. I’m looking at my 12 year old JRT sleeping on a chair in front of me right now. It’s ok, this is his home and he owns me as much as I own him.

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            #6
            I had to put Narco down last month & it certainly doesn't get easier...first time holding one while the vet administered. Sure took a while to get outta the funk & getting used to the void in the house.

            I have my first lab buried in the backyard & two others out at the ranch...Narco was our first vizsla & think we will never be w/out another. They have such cool personalities. My sister has a glass blowing studio in SA & decided to have him cremated & let her do some magic w/ his remains. Gonna make a couple of whisky glasses for me & let whatever the wife / kids want made.



            Had one great last bird season...miss ya amigo.
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              #7
              That’s a really good word. Thanks for sharing. They seem to impact you even sometimes when you don’t think they do. Had lost one a couple years ago and didn’t realized I missed her until I dropped something off the grill and the piece of burger just sat on the ground. Weird reality check that day but if you know you know.

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                #8
                An old time writer, Corey Ford, who is an all time favorite of mine wrote some great articles about dogs, primarily bird dogs. The following is a letter he wrote to Field and Stream about the loss of a bird dog.

                Ray P. Holland Editor of Field & Stream
                New York, NY

                Dear Ray:

                I know this is a kind of unusual request; but I'd like to borrow some space in your columns to write an open letter to a man I do not know. He may read it if it is in your columns; or some of his friend may notice his name and ask him to read it. You see, it has to do with sport-a certain kind of sport.

                The man's name is Sherwood G. Coggins. That was the name on his hunting license. He lives in Lowell. He says he is in the real estate and insurance business in Lowell.

                This weekend, Mr. Coggins, you drove up into New Hampshire with some friends to go deer hunting. You went hunting on my property here in Freedom. You didn't ask my permission; but that was all right. I let people hunt on my land. Only, while you were hunting, you shot and killed my bird dog.

                Oh, it was as accident, of course, You said so yourself. You said that you saw a flick of something in the bushes, and you shot it. All you saw was the flash of something moving, and you brought up your rifle and fired. It might have been another hunter. It might have been a child running throught he woods. As it turned out, it was just a dog.

                Just a dog, Mr. Coggins. Just a little English setter I have hunted with for quite a few years. Just a little female setter who was very proud and staunch on point, and who always held her head high, and whose eye had the brown of October in them. We had hunted a lot of alder thickets and apple orchards together, the little setter and I. She knew me, and I knew her, and we liked to hunt together. We had hunted woodcock together this fall, and grouse, and in another week we were planning to go down to Carolina together and look for quail. But yesterday morning she ran down in the fields in front of my house, and you saw a flick in the bushes, and you shot her.

                You shot her through the back, you said, and broke her spine. She crawled out of the bushes and across the field toward you, dragging her hind legs. She was coming to you to help her. She was a gentle pup, and nobody had ever hurt her, and she could not understand. She began hauling herself toward you, and looking at you with her brown eyes, and you put a second bullet through her head. You were sportsman enough for that.

                I know you didn't mean it, Mr. Coggins. You felt very sorry afterward. You told me that it really spoiled your deer hunting the rest of the day. It spoiled my bird hunting the rest of a lifetime.

                At least, I hope one thing, Mr. Coggins. That is why I am writing you. I hope that you will remember how she looked. I hope that the next time you raise a rifle to your shoulder you will see her over the sights, dragging herself toward you across the field, with blood running from her mouth and down her white chest. I hope you will see her eyes.

                I hope you will always see her eyes, Mr. Coggins, whenever there is a flick in the bushes and you bring your rifle to your shoulder before you know what is there.

                Corey Ford
                Last edited by Phillip Fields; 01-17-2022, 04:51 PM.

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                  #9
                  Thank you for sharing this


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                    #10
                    Very good

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                        #12
                        Recently had to say goodbye to our old girl. We had her before either kid so they never experienced life without her until now. I'm glad we were able to get a photoshoot done before the procedure, she got lots of special treats and some McDonald's cheeseburgers. She's smiling ear to ear because my wife had just gotten home from being gone 5 months and kids 3 months, she had all her people at her side when she passed.
                        Last edited by kae006; 02-04-2023, 03:51 PM.

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                          #13
                          Thank you for the write up! I am still hurting from 2018 when I had to put one of my best friends down. I almost thought that they were going to have to put me in the ground also! It's amazing how close we get to our k9 brothers and sisters.

                          Hope I will see him again in heaven!
                          Last edited by Flint knapper; 01-17-2022, 07:04 PM.

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                            #14
                            Great story really touching

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                              #15
                              Reminds me of what my dad always told me.
                              You know how to tell whether your dog or your wife loves you more? Lock them both in a closet for 8 hours and see which one is excited to see you when you let them out.

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