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On my way back to Alabama after an early morning run to Memphis to pick up the remains of our daughter Jesslyn's family dog, Ali.Her full name was Ali Bama, a black lab. Jess had to make the decision to put her down yesterday after she apparently had a severe stroke during the night Wednesday night. She was 13 years old. Ali has spent about as much time in Alabama as in Memphis, and they didn't really have a good place to bury her, so she's on her way back to Alabama one more time to be laid to rest at our place on a hill beneath the pines. She was a fine dog, and to us more than a dog, she was part of our family. Rest now, Ali. You had a good life and you blessed all of us.

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Dog are the best! Linda and I always had labs One chocolate we called Buster
A Black one call Max and another Black one called Brain Cramp not the dog Me! lmao
It will come me, it did its Boss hard to beat a Nice Labrador! Fact is Linda is in
NH she told me she is Bringing home a Black lab from a shelter. Our Daughter runs the shelter
I coulda of Predicted that!
 
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Sorry for your loss; My heart still holds my Dachshund "MISTER" who passed away at 21 years of age many years ago; More recently was the loss of "Jessie Girl" at 11 years of age due to tumors; She was my comfort after my loss of my spouse Ashley 2 years before. Not a dog, but Missy Kitty was 14 years old and had to be put to sleep due to numerous seizures during the day and night. My new dog "DUKE" who I rescued from the Humane Society is a great companion and a comfort.
 
The Last Battle, A Dog's Request

If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand;
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years -
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come, so let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
And please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve - it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years -
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
 
For me personally, it has always been more difficult handling the loss of a dog or a cat.... I feel your pain and pray for you and your family. I still mourn mine many ears later.
REST ALI.... you done good.
J.
 
The joy and love they bring to our lives comes with sadness when the end comes. After 13 years It broke my heart to lose Buddy 3 years ago but I have a new friend I got from a local shelter which is the best way to honor Buddy's memory.
 
The joy and love they bring to our lives comes with sadness when the end comes. After 13 years It broke my heart to lose Buddy 3 years ago but I have a new friend I got from a local shelter which is the best way to honor Buddy's memory.
I'm 76 years old, and I've been a companion to a dozen wonderful dogs in that time, most of them mutts and rescues.
I've come to the conclusion that being a dog person (not dog owner) is a way of life,a life interrupted by the terrible transition from one dog to another.
Never compare the next dog to the previous one,and don't hesitate to seek the comfort of your new "fuzz ball".
 
My condolences, I remember how I felt when Dawg died and can more than relate. There is a solid relationship between man and beast that defies definition. As much as I mourned Dawg, my life would have been very much poorer without him. Oddly enough, when my youngest child died it was the three dogs that kept me from falling apart.
 
I put Ali to rest this afternoon between two cedar trees, wrapped in her own blanket, facing the rising sun. Took a lot out of this old man physically (takes a pretty big hole to properly bury a 75# lab) and emotionally. Thanks for the support.
So sorry for your loss. I lost my LAB Boo, 16 mo's ago, and not a day goes by that I do not think of him! It truly is like losing a family member, because that is really what they are!
 
The Last Battle, A Dog's Request

If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand;
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years -
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come, so let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
And please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve - it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years -
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Outstanding poem, reminded me again of my Lab Boo who I lost 16 mos ago. A wonderful poem that caputres the essence of the end perfectly!
 

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I too share your pain. I lost Louie the lump at 10 short years old. Got him and Daphne and Meg from the same litter of two fine looking Basset parents; Elvis and Priscilla.
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Here he is earning the title “the lump”.

Then one by one the other Bassets Maggie, Meg, then George who just gave up when my wife who George adored passed away suddenly in 2013. I decided small dogs as they are easier to handle and care for and then there was Boston Terrier Sarah who was a total hoot, but only lived 11 months after we adopted her from a rescue in NC, then sweet Bella a brown and white Boston who had been a stray, to tumors. Now we have Lucy and recently Freebie.
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Each loss broke our hearts.

Each new adoption restored faith in the power of the love of a dog. Each one different. Each one wonderful in their own unique way. That is how love is.
 

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I too share your pain. I lost Louie the lump at 10 short years old. Got him and Daphne and Meg from the same litter of two fine looking Basset parents; Elvis and Priscilla. View attachment 2015
Here he is earning the title “the lump”.

Then one by one the other Bassets Maggie, Meg, then George who just gave up when my wife who George adored passed away suddenly in 2013. I decided small dogs as they are easier to handle and care for and then there was Boston Terrier Sarah who was a total hoot, but only lived 11 months after we adopted her from a rescue in NC, then sweet Bella a brown and white Boston who had been a stray, to tumors. Now we have Lucy and recently Freebie.
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Each loss broke our hearts.

Each new adoption restored faith in the power of the love of a dog. Each one different. Each one wonderful in their own unique way. That is how love is.
Dogs are God's greatest gift to humans.
 
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