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  1. #1301
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    i only open this ones whens i need to cry
    stoked to have bonded with ava and tucker and marley
    specially when their skin parents were outta towns and they came to stay with our clan
    and bummed i never got a chance to enjoy the company of the other magpups
    chaperoning the rainbow bridge trips is the absolute toughest part of the unconditional love things
    "When the child was a child it waited patiently for the first snow and it still does"- Van "The Man" Morrison
    "I find I have already had my reward, in the doing of the thing" - Buzz Holmstrom
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    ski on in eternal peace

  2. #1302
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    Damn MTM that is rough. All my best to you.
    Samuel L. Jackson as Jules Winnfield: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?

  3. #1303
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    Quote Originally Posted by teleee View Post
    Damn MTM that is rough. All my best to you.
    Yup, beautiful pup. It is such a shame that the creatures that embody the very best attributes live such short lives.
    Quote Originally Posted by leroy jenkins View Post
    I think you'd have an easier time understanding people if you remembered that 80% of them are fucking morons.
    That is why I like dogs, more than most people.

  4. #1304
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    It's just a dog.

    RIP Bailey. Looks like a sweet girl. Sorry to hear. Vibes MTM; I know it fucking hurts. Like bad. Take care of yourself.


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  5. #1305
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    Quote Originally Posted by Danno View Post
    Aww C, I'm so sorry. Bailey was such a sweet dog. All my love to you. Hope Bailey and Norman are romping around together.
    Thanks. Don't forget about the one that hurt you the most, your little fence jumper res dog. She there too.

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  6. #1306
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    Oh I haven't forgotten, she better be there too!
    "fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
    "She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin

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    It was Cody, correct? My 20 year memory is fading, but not that dog.

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    Codi, yes. That dog will be with me until the day I die. And hopefully after that.
    "fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
    "She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin

  9. #1309
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    RIP, Scout. My sister had to put her 13+ year old lab down after a battle with kidney and heart disease. He was the cutest, sweetest little stinker I ever met and was one lucky sonofabitch to be rescued off the streets of LA over 10 years ago. He'll be sorely missed by his brother Ranger, and the rest of his loving family.

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    Murphy Bleu, you were a wonderful puppy for me. Thank you for all the Love and Devotion over the years.
    It was a privilege to have known you.
    I love you.

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  11. #1311
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    Awww hell.... Murphy looked like a helluva pooch
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  12. #1312
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    It's just a dog.

    Iím sorry for your loss powdrhound, RIP - Murphy bleu [/heavy sigh].

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    Fuck...this thread kills me just a little bit every time I read it. Hoping you all have the good fortune to see your pups again someday.

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    Quote Originally Posted by leroy jenkins View Post
    I think you'd have an easier time understanding people if you remembered that 80% of them are fucking morons.
    That is why I like dogs, more than most people.

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    Quote Originally Posted by liv2ski View Post
    Fuck...this thread kills me just a little bit every time I read it.
    QFT

    Sorry to all whoíve lost their pups.

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    Damn! This photos and stories makes me cry. I've had a dachshund back in '08 and I treated him like a little brother. I really enjoyed having him back when I was in high school. He had a very short life because he died in 2012 when I was still at the uni. Traveled for hours and came home just to bury him myself.

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    RIP Murphy Bleau
    Quando paramucho mi amore de felice carathon.
    Mundo paparazzi mi amore cicce verdi parasol.
    Questo abrigado tantamucho que canite carousel.


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    It's just a dog.

    My mom's dog is going into heart failure...doesn't seem like she's going to last long. She looked like shit today.

    The sweetest boxer mix...was a complete fucking terror when she was young

    Tough to see
    If it's green, smoke it...if it's pink, poke it

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    Ugh... no where else to put this. My friend's horse is sick, very sick and unless some miracle happens she is going to have to make that agonizing decision. She just called me in tears. Earlier today things looked up but he's taken a sudden turn for the worse and his temp is rising. He's old, 26, and she's owned him for 20 years.

    As pet owners we've all been there and it makes no difference if it's a dog or a horse. It's is painful, heart wrenching and life changing. I wish I could help her but there is nothing I can do from across the crest (she's on the west side) but answer the phone when she calls and tell her how very sorry I am.

    When I happens she knows she can bring him to my farm and bury him here but that is cold comfort on this long dark night.

    Sux.
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    What a great lady to care for her horse for 20 years. He was a lucky horse for sure. My sincerest condolences to your friend KQ.
    Quote Originally Posted by leroy jenkins View Post
    I think you'd have an easier time understanding people if you remembered that 80% of them are fucking morons.
    That is why I like dogs, more than most people.

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    I'm sorry KQ. A friend of mine has a horse that is 30 years old! He looks great for his age and we call him her old man, but we all know that day is coming. She's had him for more than half her life. She still rides him occasionally, but only super easy, short rides. We visited him Saturday and he was pouting because we didn't have any treats for him. She says every day she drives up to his pasture, if she doesn't see him right away, she wonders if that is the day. All we can do is be there for her when it is his time.

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    I think I got something in my eye.

  22. #1322
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    I have a love/hate relationship with this thread. Every time I see it bump up, I know I have to look. Molly pup is in here, as well as lots of other great ones.

    To the folks I have missed, sorry for your loss.
    In order to properly convert this thread to a polyasshat thread to more fully enrage the liberal left frequenting here...... (insert latest democratic blunder of your choice).

  23. #1323
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    Near random Facebook post got me today..

    "I am Ben and I am a Labrador.
    I was 14 1/2.
    Today is my mumís birthday. She is 61.
    It is also 3 days since my family had to have me put to sleep.
    No great drama. I died as I lived, peacefully and with great spirit.

    When Mum was 46 she and my Dad Nigel (who was 39) adopted two puppies.
    Me and Barney.
    She remembers saying that it was a massive thing to do, deciding to share the next fifteen year with us two fluffy attention-demanding greedy scraps.
    We grew into two amazing and gorgeous dogs.
    We were their constant companions. Loving, loyal, sometimes naughty and exasperating, but always loved and adored.
    It has been a really tough week.

    I simply decided at 10pm on Monday night that I could not do another walk.
    Mum lay on the floor with me and asked me if I had had enough, if it was time.
    My reply was an earnest look, a nudge of my nose and a gentle lick.
    At the vets on Wednesday morning, I slipped away, my breathing slowing gently and then I was gone.

    Mum has shared her life with many dogs. All of them have been amazing. But there was something about my spirit.
    Right from the first moment that I barged my way past my litter mates and demanded her attention.
    I was an anchor for them all.
    An accomplished escape artist, big enough to reach anything inadvertently left on a kitchen worktop, I recently developed the ability to nudge the fridge door open and help myself.

    My brother Barney and Mum are sad.
    Bereft.
    She feels totally adrift.
    There are so many happy and funny memories, but her sadness is totally overwhelming her.

    Early this morning she took Barney on a walk around the block.
    Even walking one dog instead of two is strange. Her grief is a physical thing.
    Her footsteps are leaden. Her chest feels hollow and tight. Her shoulders hurt. Everything feels heavy.

    She keeps reminding herself that I was a happy dog. Telling herself that it is just her thoughts. But still the tears come.

    Then just now in the shower she realised. Itís ok to feel sad. Itís ok to feel such a huge sense of loss.
    The loss of my physical presence does not mean that I am not still with her.
    My spirit is all around.
    Her memories, the pictures, our conversations, my brother, still with us, all serve to remind her that everything is ok.
    Remind her of the love I brought into their lives.
    That love is still with them.
    And it is everything.

    Death is just part of our existence in the moment. Whether it is a beloved dog or a human. Itís part of a cycle.
    Everything is as it should be.

    Last night Mum and Dad went for a walk at a slightly wild beach near where they live, a place that I loved.
    As they pulled up in the car a huge black Labrador with a red collar ran across in front of them. Their hearts skipped a beat.
    Just for a moment Mum couldnít breathe. It looked like me about 10 years ago.
    It was of course another dog, but his likeness was uncanny.
    It was another reminder. A little message from me. Their lovely boy.

    RIP Ben

    11 November 2004 to 31 July 2019

    Big paws, and a big heart.

    I am Ben and I am Dog."
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    Quote Originally Posted by PNWbrit View Post
    Near random Facebook post got me today..

    "I am Ben and I am a Labrador.
    I was 14 1/2.
    Today is my mum’s birthday. She is 61.
    It is also 3 days since my family had to have me put to sleep.
    No great drama. I died as I lived, peacefully and with great spirit.

    When Mum was 46 she and my Dad Nigel (who was 39) adopted two puppies.
    Me and Barney.
    She remembers saying that it was a massive thing to do, deciding to share the next fifteen year with us two fluffy attention-demanding greedy scraps.
    We grew into two amazing and gorgeous dogs.
    We were their constant companions. Loving, loyal, sometimes naughty and exasperating, but always loved and adored.
    It has been a really tough week.

    I simply decided at 10pm on Monday night that I could not do another walk.
    Mum lay on the floor with me and asked me if I had had enough, if it was time.
    My reply was an earnest look, a nudge of my nose and a gentle lick.
    At the vets on Wednesday morning, I slipped away, my breathing slowing gently and then I was gone.

    Mum has shared her life with many dogs. All of them have been amazing. But there was something about my spirit.
    Right from the first moment that I barged my way past my litter mates and demanded her attention.
    I was an anchor for them all.
    An accomplished escape artist, big enough to reach anything inadvertently left on a kitchen worktop, I recently developed the ability to nudge the fridge door open and help myself.

    My brother Barney and Mum are sad.
    Bereft.
    She feels totally adrift.
    There are so many happy and funny memories, but her sadness is totally overwhelming her.

    Early this morning she took Barney on a walk around the block.
    Even walking one dog instead of two is strange. Her grief is a physical thing.
    Her footsteps are leaden. Her chest feels hollow and tight. Her shoulders hurt. Everything feels heavy.

    She keeps reminding herself that I was a happy dog. Telling herself that it is just her thoughts. But still the tears come.

    Then just now in the shower she realised. It’s ok to feel sad. It’s ok to feel such a huge sense of loss.
    The loss of my physical presence does not mean that I am not still with her.
    My spirit is all around.
    Her memories, the pictures, our conversations, my brother, still with us, all serve to remind her that everything is ok.
    Remind her of the love I brought into their lives.
    That love is still with them.
    And it is everything.

    Death is just part of our existence in the moment. Whether it is a beloved dog or a human. It’s part of a cycle.
    Everything is as it should be.

    Last night Mum and Dad went for a walk at a slightly wild beach near where they live, a place that I loved.
    As they pulled up in the car a huge black Labrador with a red collar ran across in front of them. Their hearts skipped a beat.
    Just for a moment Mum couldn’t breathe. It looked like me about 10 years ago.
    It was of course another dog, but his likeness was uncanny.
    It was another reminder. A little message from me. Their lovely boy.

    RIP Ben

    11 November 2004 to 31 July 2019

    Big paws, and a big heart.

    I am Ben and I am Dog."
    Why is it that this kills me but if it were written about a human it wouldn't elicit hardly any emotion?

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    Oregon Weimaraner Rescue

    IN MEMORIAM: We do not generally share these but this one moved us so...

    Gustavo, "Gus," Klinkner passed peacefully after a courageous battle with trying to be a good boy.

    Born pure bread and all weim, he spent his first few years in and out of foster care as he simply outgrew the hearts of well-meaning humans.

    In 2011, he met the Klinkners and knew that finally someone understood: he wasn't a bad dog, he was just really hungry.

    Proving an old dog actually can learn new tricks, Gus spent the better half of his life exploring the joys of being canine. He mastered total pillow domination, and the art of morphing to the exact dimensions of a king-sized bed. He learned to take the lid off the food bin, the lid off the garbage can, and the lid off the Tupperware container with the cinnamon rolls inside. He helped around the house by clearing and washing the dishes, even when people weren't done eating. And he helped his owners with their weight-loss journey by clearing the counter of a pizza, an entire chicken, a pan of enchiladas, and a half-sheet birthday cake (it was not his birthday.) He couldn't sit, shake, speak, or roll over . . . but he could lap whipped cream straight from the can and had a masterful disappearing act whenever he heard the bath water running.

    Gus took seriously his call to protect and serve. He never let a doorbell ring without his direct intervention, always warned the neighborhood when the winds were high, and restricted the squirrels to a designated tree line. He knew to never trust a solicitor in a suit or people who exercise in padded spandex. He daily inspected the foundation of the house by digging a six foot hole, and protected his family from any potential suffocation by removing the stuffing from every comforter they ever owned.

    Gus loved deeply, snored loudly, and always let you know exactly what he was thinking. His affection for his people was as intense as his affection for their hamburgers.

    Gus is survived by a headless stuffed bunny, a rattle snake sans squeakers, a de-stuffed fox, and a heartbroken family that just wishes they would have remembered to give him the last piece of bacon this morning.

    The day Gus's former owner handed him off to the Klinkners, she sighed deeply and said, "I think I told you all the bad things about him." However, she failed to mention that he was in fact the very best bad dog to ever have lived.

    In lieu of flowers, Gus's family is requesting that you spend this week eating the donuts, sharing the bacon, and making room on the bed. And most importantly, spend all of your days giving second chances. Because two-legged or four everyone deserves to be loved to their fullest potential.
    Kindness is a bridge between all people

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