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Love and life...07:37 Jul 22 2010
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This entry is my dedication to my best friend, my loyal and truly wonderful dog, Jaz who passed on Tuesday night in my arms.
Yesterday i went round my house picking up stuff like his bowl and lead and bedding. It wasnt easy, every corner of my house holds memories of him and i shed a few tears each time it was his walktime or feedtime...
...and then i got to remembering all the little things he did that made me giggle or wish he could laugh with me, which im damn sure he did anyway...
..extreme cleaning marathons on my pillows ON MY BED...bodily secretions all over my house...doghair in every corner...muddy pawprints and tail-swishes that covered the hall, the kitchen and any clean and fresh surface...
...the way he would let my two-year old niece feed him fridge-magnets and then when she wasnt looking, carefully pop them out of his mouth and hide them under his stinky blanket...
...the way he ate oranges simply because my two sons who were 5 and 7 at the time decided he needed fruit (when i wasnt looking), and then 'splattered' all over the yard for two or three days after because dogs just dont eat citrus...
...the way he never grumbled when i yelled at him to 'get to bed' and instead loved me all the more for discipling him, the way a good dog should...
...the way he smelled chocolate at 100kms away and learnt how to suck in his belly and wear a 'starved-to-death' look so we would give him a taste...
...the way he'd slurp my coffee if the cup was set down at his nose-level, and then look around innocently as if to say: it wasnt me!...
...he destroyed a tree in my garden by peeing on the base of it til it rotted from the ground up and dug a few holes in his time which made mowing a game of avoiding pot-holes and falling over his mounds of earth - i wonder what he was thinking each time he dug furiously? perhaps he was looking for that pot of dog-gold...
Jaz was a pure mongrel: blonde labrador/border collie/springer spaniel. The blonde meant that doghair covered every article of black clothing in my house and we learnt not to wear dark colours if we expected to stay presentable.
The border collie meant that when he was little he chased things and barked like a mad thing if visitors dared to call even 20 doors away to a neighbours house.
The springer spaniel meant that he learnt quickly how to find things (chocolate, dirty socks, unattended food etc.) and also, he learnt how to put rubbish into the wastepaper basket and bring jeans for the wash.
Often he'd do all the 'tidying-up' off his own accord and so, when visitors called, he'd have a jeans-leg trailing after him, a few socks scattered around and eat off their plates so i didnt have to wash up...
As he got older, he lost his hearing for two years and we enjoyed the peace of his not barking at stuff but often missed the door because he hadnt alerted us to visitors. His hearing came back really well towards the end and although he had learnt hand-signals, it was great to be able to talk to him and know that he understood what we were saying...
There is so much more to be told about Jaz but im too sad to put it down here right now. I wish he wasnt gone but my memories will stay with me forever and i know that he is at peace now.
I wish for everyone to have the love of a good dog, there is honestly nothing better.
JAZ. 1990-2010 (and forever in our hearts)
R.I.P.05:54 Jul 21 2010
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my dog died last night. he was 20 or 21, i forget how old exactly. he was well right up until the last. id taken him out for a walk lastnight and he had a fit as we were coming home.
he recovered from that enough for me to pick him up and take him inside but had a further massive convulsion and passed away before the vet could call to end it peacefully for him.
im sad but in a way, glad that he had a long and happy life and that he went quickly.
R.I.P. Jaz x
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FiliaOfAbyssus
19:15 Jul 22 2010
This honestly brought me to tears....where's my dog? I need a puppy cuddle now.
obonewits
18:21 Jul 25 2010
Our animals are never pets, but children in fur coats. They take on so much of us they become a part of our lives, and when they are gone, we feel as if we have lost a piece of our hearts.
My teacher told me years ago that our animals don't belong to us, but are on loan to us from the Creator to soothe our troubles, heal our broken hearts, share our joys, and make us remember we are not alone. When they pass on, they've done their job, and will be rewarded in the next life. But, remember, there is another new soul waiting in the wings who's hoping you will let them into your life next. They aren't a replacement, just someone else the Creator is trusting you with.
MyBloodyKisses
19:37 Jul 25 2010
Aww hunny, sounds like you were both very lucky to have each other :)
LadyRayneofDarklight
20:35 Jul 25 2010
:( I'm so sorry... :( *sobs*
foxglove
13:32 Jul 28 2010
I cried with you as I read about Jaz