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Our hearts are heavy as we say good-bye to another member of our family. Pippin passed away this morning. She was 15 years old. We adopted her when she was a year and a half, after she and her companion Yuki were rescued from a high-kill shelter and were in foster together. It took her years to fully trust us -- she wasn't afraid, just cautious -- but once she did, she trusted with all her heart. I'll miss you, sweet girl. 'Til we meet again...
Category Photography / Portraits
Species Dog (Other)
Size 1707 x 1943px
File Size 809.3 kB
Where to bury a dog.
There is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, 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 shall not growl at him,
nor resent his coming,
for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you,
who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
who hear no friendly bark,
people who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them,
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.
---From an anonymous editorial in the Portland Oregonian.
And when at last my Time has come
and I pass to What-Comes-Next
Whatever be that Otherwhere
I hope my dogs will greet me there.
There is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, 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 shall not growl at him,
nor resent his coming,
for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you,
who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
who hear no friendly bark,
people who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them,
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.
---From an anonymous editorial in the Portland Oregonian.
And when at last my Time has come
and I pass to What-Comes-Next
Whatever be that Otherwhere
I hope my dogs will greet me there.
I didn't even get to say goodbye to my Jack Russell/Dachshund Rosco. We came home New Year's Eve of 2021 and he had run off to die the same way he came into our lives 10 years earlier when he was three to four years old: through a gap in the fencing. We still have several rocks under the fence that we had placed to prevent his escapades.
Condolences for your loss; I know how it feels.
Condolences for your loss; I know how it feels.
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