As I write this, my dog Schneider, whom tonight I call Bobo, is sleeping on the carpet, in front of the couch.
When the calender turns to January the first, his age will be thirteen years.
Tonight, like many a recent night, he seems very, very old.
His breathing is hard. I feel lumps when I pet him.
I cannot help but feel that his time on this Earth is not long.
Words cannot describe how much I will miss this creature when he is no longer here.
He has been nothing less than a shining example of what Love can truly be:
Unconditional...forgiving...lasting...beautiful...and true.
I have much to learn from him, and tonight I ponder those things...
...sleep tight, Bobo.
When the calender turns to January the first, his age will be thirteen years.
Tonight, like many a recent night, he seems very, very old.
His breathing is hard. I feel lumps when I pet him.
I cannot help but feel that his time on this Earth is not long.
Words cannot describe how much I will miss this creature when he is no longer here.
He has been nothing less than a shining example of what Love can truly be:
Unconditional...forgiving...lasting...beautiful...and true.
I have much to learn from him, and tonight I ponder those things...
...sleep tight, Bobo.
6 comments:
It is good that you pause and contemplate this. It is never easy to see a friend off.
So sad this post. My oldest cat, Isabelle is 12. She will be 13 in April. She too is mildly lumpy, but still has pep in her step.
I am sad for you just thinking of his pending passing but he was loved Brother and that is HUGE.
Your old boy, boy, boy!
i will miss him, also! in the short time i've known him he has been by my side so much...protecting, providing company, and giving his love!
A true companion!
We had to send Nancy's dog, Alice, over the Rainbow Bridge this year. It was a very hard decision, but her quality of life was not what we wanted for such a loyal friend.
You will know when the time comes my friend
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