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Some Quiet Time...

...isn't necessarily what you'd like it to be.

One of the things I look forward to whenever I get home is the joyous, jumping, swirling, noisy, furry hurricane going in circles around my feet, welcoming me. Jake is especially vocal, and I can't count the times I've told him to quiet down.

I don't think I'll ever tell him that again.

For Carrie and her family, the joyous, jumping, swirling, noisy, furry hurricane will be less so, now...

Please add a new member to Piddlers' Green.

Our barking maniac went to heaven this evening after 5 days of pure hell.

A tumor on her back paw kept growing and growing to the point that it no longer remotely resembled her other three. At the end, she could no longer even stand up. 7 days ago, this dog could do gazelle like jumps off the deck to chase squirrels.

Her daddy has lost 4 pounds in the past 5 days worrying about her.

Buster, her fellow furry buddy, keeps pointing out to me that her bed is gone.

She is very much missed. I don't know how I'm going to tell the Dark Prince that she is gone.

It is all hard to watch.

This sucks.

It's always hard to watch a Family Member when you know the end is coming, and it's hardest to watch and not be able to do a damned thing except watch -- and give what love and comfort you can until the end.

And when the end comes, the hard doesn't stop.

It lingers with the sucks.

Plenty of porches to jump from in Piddlers' Green, Mojo, and the squirrels are only just a little bit faster...

...and you'll have new friends. They'll show you where the soft, springy spots around the porches are, to give you that edge on the squirrels.

They'll show you where the Watching Spot is, so that, every now and then, when your Family is asleep, you can watch -- and if you're very careful, you can lick an ear so softly, they'll think they only dreamed it...

Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance sing a soul to the Great Hunting Ground and Tennis Ball Chasing Facility at Piddler's Green


I'm so very sorry, this is never easy.
Thank you, Bill.  I really appreciate this and most of all, how much you understand about the quiet.
It's deafening.
 I'm sorry for the loss of your buddy. I know the hurt of losing a cherished canine companion. But they will await us as we cross rainbow bridge.
I completely understand the deafening quiet a missing or deceased furry family member leaves behind.  Sophie may drive me nuts, but when she spends the night with Grandma and my boys... the house is just too quiet.  No clinking dog tags, no barks, no whines, no chomping on dog (and cat) food, and no chasing the cats.  The quiet is the thing my Mom commented the most about when her dog, Maggie, passed away almost exactly a year ago.  Months later she still got choked up over the quiet in the house when she comes home.

I am so sorry for your loss, Carrie.  Many call them pets, but those who know.. call them family.
Aw, Mojo.  Bark to your heart's delight for there are no bath's at Piddler's Green.

I am so sorry, Carrie.
I am so sorry Carrie...I still think about my furry family from years past and still get teary-eyed.  They do watch over you.  That I know.   You will see her again.

Sorry, dude.

Aww, crap.  I always feel so bad when someone loses one of their furry buddies.  They don't ask much from us, but give back so much in return.  It hurts to see them go, but the hurt just reminds us how much they meant to us.

What they said.
Amen, and amen...

Never just "pets"...

They're family.
Sorry to hear of the loss of your beloved barker.  I have also experienced the long and ugly decline with the end of our dog in a similar manner.
It's the change in household atmosphere that really brings it home, isn't it?  The house echoes and feels so wrong.  Sympathies on your loss.