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We'll miss you.
God bless you Joe.
A Shih-Tzu and I were companions for 17 years.
We lived in Dallas, Guatemala and Atlanta and traveled many places together. She was wise beond her species.
You will never get over it (and why should we), but time has a way of muting the pain.
We also lost a Chihuahua last year. That was sudden and equally heartbreaking.
The great news is we have a Pom, a Pit-Bull mix rescue and a long haired Chihauhua. Did I mention 5 Parakeets, a Guinea Pig and our newest house member an African Grey Parrot?
Lots of love in this home!
My thoughts for you Joe!
R.I.P. good boy!
RIP to both of them. While it is hard we will make it though
Best wishes to you.
My dog is almost 14 yrs old now....and it hurts just thinking about losing him.
When the time is right, we find ourselves missing that partnership we have with a pet and open our hearts up again for that companionship that they provide. Always there, waiting and happy to see us no matter if we just stepped out the door and forgot something going back inside. They greet you like it's been hours.
I hope your heart heals down the road where it has room for another loving animal that loves you back unconditionally. You and Boomer will be in my thoughts today.
Take care,
Butch
Rest in Peace Boomer.
Joe, my thoughts are with you during this difficult time.
Dogs are such special creatures and a lot better "people" than people themselves.
We had a boxer when I was a little boy, he was my best friend and we got into a lot of mischief together. We lost our friend when some idiots fed him poisoned meat (we never found out who it was), luckily his death wasnt horrible and he wasn't in pain much but it was still heart breaking and I never got over it. I have not kept a dog as a companion since. I do love them though and feel for you.
My heartfelt sympathies, from one who also loves her pets.
Rest in peace, Boomer - you will always have a place in your daddy's heart.
Last Sunday marked the first anniversary of the passing of my 14 yr-old Schnauzer - San Pietro. Like Joe, I wasn't Pietro's dad for his whole life ... he was a package deal with my partner of now 10 years. He was also my first pet and I don't think I could have been luckier.
Though I don't know enough to understand much about any kind of afterlife, Boomer may take a while to realize that he's gone. In Pietro's later years, he would be restless in the evening and wander around the house ceaselessly. One of us - usually my partner - would want to ensure that he was calm enough that we could all go to bed around 11pm, so we would put him on the couch with us at around 10pm to pet and cuddle with him while we watched TV. Once he relaxed, he would invariably let out these little farts that were disporportionately, um, acrid to his 20lbs. For a couple of weeks after Pietro passed, at around 10 or so each night, my partner and I would still smell Pietro's vaporous gifts - each of us blaming the other until we figured it out. True story.
Hey, he probably thought you were really great too -- for a human, of course :)
And get another dog rather soon. It takes nothing away from what you felt about Boomer, but will enrich your life, much as Boomer did.
I love my new dog, but I also still miss my old one dearly.
the one will NEVER replace the other but I do love them both
and each has enriched my life in his own special way.
Rest in peace, Boomer.
Peace, Boomer, and you, too Joe.
I'm tearing up as I write this because anyone who reads this blog knows how much you love Boomer. I love my own dog more than anything in the world (my husband always jokes that the dog is the most loved man in our house... and, well, he is). How wonderful for Boomer to be rescued by someone and loved so much. Both of you were truly blessed.
Take care, Joe.
And who by word or look or deed
Shall pity show to bird or beast,
By Me shall have a friend in need."
THE OUTLAW
A wild and woeful race he ran
Of lust and sin by land and sea;
Until, abhorred of God and man,
They swung him from the gallows-tree.
And then he climbed the Starry Stair,
And dumb and naked and alone,
With head unbowed and brazen glare,
He stood before the Judgment Throne.
The Keeper of the Records spoke:
“This man, O Lord, has mocked Thy Name.
The weak have wept beneath his yoke,
The strong have fled before his flame.
The blood of babes is on his sword;
His life is evil to the brim:
Look down, decree his doom, O Lord!
Lo! there is none will speak for him”
The golden trumpets blew a blast
That echoed in the crypts of Hell
For there was Judgment to be passed,
And lips were hushed and silence fell.
The man was mute; he made no stir,
Erect before the Judgment Seat…
When all at once a mongrel cur
Crept out and cowered and licked his feet.
It licked his feet with whining cry.
Come Heavn’n, come Hell, what did it care?
It leapt, it tried to catch his eye;
Its master, yea, its God was there
Then, as a thrill of wonder sped
Through throngs of shining seraphim,
The Judge of All looked down and said:
“Lo! here is ONE who pleads for him.
“Aye, though his sin be black as night,
And though he stand ‘mid men alone,
He shall be softened in My sight,
And find a pleader by My Throne.
“So let this man to glory win;
From life to life salvation glean;
By pain and sacrifice and sin,
Until he stand before Me – clean.
For he who loves the least of these
(And here I say and here repeat):
Shall win himself an angel’s pleas
For Mercy at My Judgment Seat”
Last year I found Claire as I was wandering through the SPCA (just browsing). Claire didn't replace Jazmin in my heart as I feared. She opened up a new spot I didn't know I even had.
Farewell Boomer. You will always be remembered.
http://www.heartofohioboxerrescue.com/BoxerPoet...
good bye, Boomer.
The worst thing about a dog is...
they don't live long enough.
My deepest sympathies and heartfelt condolences.
~*~*~*Rainbow Bridge~*~*~*
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so that they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends there are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to perfect health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again just as we remember them in our dreams of years and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing- they each miss someone very special to them, who had to stay behind when the beloved pet went away.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks up -- the bright eyes are intent, the body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group his body flying over the green grass, his legs hurrying faster and faster. You have been spotted, when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The sweet loving kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your dear pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
-----Anonymous
She did not know that she was dead,
But, when the pang was o'er,
Sat down to wait her Master's tread
Upon the Golden Floor,
With ears full-cock and anxious eye
Impatiently resigned;
But ignorant that Paradise
Did not admit her kind.
Persons with Haloes, Harps, and Wings
Assembled and reproved;
Or talked to her of Heavenly things,
But Dinah never moved.
There was one step along the Stair
That led to Heaven's Gate;
And, till she heard it, her affair
Was--she explained--to wait.
And she explained with flattened ear,
Bared lip and milky tooth--
Storming against Ithuriel's Spear
That only proved her truth!
Sudden--far down the Bridge of Ghosts
That anxious spirits clomb--
She caught that step in all the hosts,
And knew that he had come.
She left them wondering what to do,
But not a doubt had she.
Swifter than her own squeal she flew
Across the Glassy Sea;
Flushing the Cherubs every where,
And skidding as she ran,
She refuged under Peter's Chair
And waited for her man.
. . . . . . .
There spoke a Spirit out of the press,
'Said:--"Have you any here
That saved a fool from drunkenness,
And a coward from his fear?
"That turned a soul from dark to day
When other help was vain;
That snatched it from Wanhope and made
A cur a man again?"
"Enter and look," said Peter then,
And set The Gate ajar.
"If know aught of women and men
I trow she is not far."
"Neither by virtue, speech nor art
Nor hope of grace to win;
But godless innocence of heart
That never heard of sin:
"Neither by beauty nor belief
Nor white example shown.
Something a wanton--more a thief--
But--most of all--mine own."
"Enter and look," said Peter then,
"And send you well to speed;
But, for all that I know of women and men
Your riddle is hard to read."
Then flew Dinah from under the Chair,
Into his arms she flew--
And licked his face from chin to hair
And Peter passed them through!
- Rudyard Kipling
"The Woman in His Life"
From "Limits and Renewals" (1932)
A man and his dog were walking along a road when it suddenly occurred to the man that he was dead. He remembered dying and that his dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
They came to a high wall made of fine marble which was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight; he saw a magnificent gate and a pathway that looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate and saw a man at a desk to one side. The traveler asked, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come in and I'll have some water brought up." He gestured and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend come in, too?" the traveler asked, motioning toward his dog.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.
Much farther along he came to a dirt road that led through a farm gate that look as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me," he called to the reader, "do you have any water?"
“Sure, there's a pump over there,” the man replied. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler asked.
"There should be a bowl by the pump," the man replied.
They went through the gate, and found an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler took a long drink and then filled the bowl for the dog. Then they walked back toward the man.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold streets and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you angry for them to use your name like that?"
"Not really. We're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
UPON HIS SPANIEL TRACY
Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see
For shape and service, spaniel like to thee.
This shall my love do, give thy sad death one
Tear, that deserves of me a million.
Where To Bury A Dog
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
by Ben Hur Lampman
I feel for Joe's loss, losing his loyal friend.
(plus Yonatan & all you others as well)
Boomer always knew that - with Joe at least -
he was loved and cared for.
that counts for more than any of us can ever
know.
I had a Jack Russell terrier for 15 1/2 years
and when he died in March of 2006 I was just
completely devastated. I cried uncontrollably
every day for at least four months. I've since
got another dog, but they are all unique and
it's impossible to "replace" one with another.
remember the good times, Joe (and the rest
who have lost beloved pets of whatever sort)
our pets are like babies: all they want is love
and attention.
Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
Of one
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.
The Price, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
“Boatswain,” a Dog
Who was born at Newfoundland,
May, 1803,
And died in Newstead Abbey,
Nov. 18, 1808.-Lord Byron
Remember that you gave Boomer a wonderful life with lots of love, as he did you in return. That's what life is about.
You were both lucky to have each other.
I am so sorry that Boomer died. I love animals as much as humans. They enrich our lives in countless ways.
My condolences, losing a pet is one of the hardest things in the world.
Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
-Anonymous
My beloved Katie, a magnificent Golden, was killed and even after nearly two years the wound of losing her is still raw.
As a puppy she was severely abused and the circumstances of how she became mine would break your heart, but after months of vigilant care she became my gentle and good companion for five years and learning to live without her has been very very hard.
She is buried on my property under a desert willow, the same type of tree where early in her recovery she chased its falling blossoms on a windy day, jumping and nipping at the air, like she was catching pink snow in her mouth. She was so happy that day and this is one of my treasured memories of her.
This was read at her funeral and it was comforting to me and I hope it is for you as well:
I Did Not Die
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there;
I did not die.
much love from me and Gwen the wonder pug.
Please take care.
--Sarah S.
So sorry to hear this. We lost our dog of 10 years this past June and our hearts are still broken. But like you, we had adopted Duke and gave him a great life. I think that after a while the hole in your heart fills up with all the warm memories of the friend you'll love and remember always. We have since adopted 2 more dogs and we love them to pieces!! Hang in there, xoxo
Gentle hugs from Houston...
Losing them is so tough. He'll always be a big part of your life; that never changes.
Most of you know the story of the rainbow bridge. This tribute to Steve Irwin is
sure to bring a smile to your face and a tear to your eye.
http://community.discovery.com/eve/forums/a/tpc...
When you are ready, I am a volunteer adoption counselor at the Washington Animal Rescue League
on most Sundays. We are sure to have a beast for you.
Dianne
Boomer will return to you in spontaneous smiles and memories that will equally surprise you, but the pain will be very different; and in perhaps an odd way, even welcome. I'm so sorry for your loss.
Sounds like he was a real good dog,
worth his weight in gold (just like my kitty).
I like to think we will meet up again with the soul/spirit
of our beloved animals, perhaps on another spiritual plane.
But you 2 had each other on THIS plane.
And that's what counts.
I had a chocalate lab from the pound in Baltimore. His name was Hollywood and he was a handful when my Dad first got him. My Dad got prostate cancer and moved in with his ex-wife of 35 years to convalesce - my mom. Dad died in 2000. Hollywood became infatuated with my mom. She liked the dog, but thought it only liked her because she fed it. She died from cancer in 2001. Hollywood became infatuated with me.
We had a great six year run. He was a great dog and became my best friend. Being a mixed breed, he was never sick, and being a lab he was always cheerful. Unfortunately, at the age of 19 years old, his body gave out and I had to shoot him. It was devastating and I'll never forget how aweful an experience it was.
Fast forward two years...
Being worried about living alone during these economic circumstances, I looked for another dog. After many suggestions by other people who wanted me to go to this place or that place and get this puppy or that puppy, I decided on a dog that I found on Craig's List. I can honestly say, with all do respect to Hollywood that my one year old, black lab from Salisbury is the greatest dog in the world.
I know it hurts now, but the memory of your dog will be all the more enhanced by the personality and devotion of the next dog you get. I garauntee it.
Very sorry to hear about Boomer. I remember you talking about him back in the day. I had two dogs growing up (one for 14 years and the other for 12). They were the best.
In solidarity. AP
i am so sorry Joe
A companion like that is never replaced.
I'm thinking of you now.
He is off in a better place, lolling in the sunny spot of the house and fighting with Satchmo (TBogg's Bassett child) over the favorite chew toy.
God bless, peace and hugs.
Thank you for all that you guys do. Keep fighting injustice.
Whereas words may not help, please do know that many of us truly hurt for you as well as we all have experienced similar loses. Joe, we are with you in spirit and grieve for Boomer and you.
Our most heartfelt condolences to you on Boomer's moving onto the summerland. Always know that Boomer's love, loyalty and spirit will live on in your heart forever.
My Mira is almost 17 and is now wobbling around on her very last legs ( I think her photo from a few years ago is my Comments picture.). She stopped eating for a few days a few weeks ago but now eats a small amount daily, as her body weakens and her spirit readies itself for passing.
Meanwhile, each moment and day is more precious, and our bond grows deeper and more lasting. She and I have been together since her Day One, and I work at home, so we're pretty tight. Seeing Boomer somehow makes me feel even closer to my own old gal.
Thanks for sharing Boomer, and my thoughts are with you both.
He was a little golden brown dog with a daschund-like body and had a loud bark (hence the name, perhaps?) Boomer was the pet of my first best friend, FeFe (Felicia), and I remember we used to run around the yard and play with him together in the summer. He was the first dog that ever sat in my lap.
Whenever I would see your Boomer, Joe, it was always nice to think back to those days in Mississippi when life couldn't get any better than sharing a tutti-frutti and bubblegum snow cone with your best friend and her doggie.
A fellow dog lover............................David
The impact our pets have on our lives is enormous and the love they give us uplifting. Their deaths are truly times of sorrow and grief.
http://www.petloss.com/poems/maingrp/rainbowb.htm
Smaltzy, but it works for us. Don't be afraid to grieve - that process is what lets us know we have loved to the greatest extent possible. No one who has the ability to do that ever ends up with the short end of a stick. Love endures all.
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