doublegunshop.com - home Forums General Discussion DoubleGun BBS @ doublegunshop.com It's always a sad day

Friends formerly did rescue of Gordons, and had more than a couple of their own. They live in a rural area on about 10 acres, stone walls, hardwoods, a sunny meadow, a little pond down the hill. There's a pretty corner of the meadow where these old friends, including my first, now sleep. I make a point of stopping by every time I can, for a visit.

When we had to put down my first Gordon, the vet left a puddle of her own tears on the floor, next to mine.

Run with the Fox and Gunter, thank you for bringing that poem to my attention. It is beautiful. Wind'em now rests in a part of the garden he loved to lie in and, as the poem suggests, laze away warm summer afternoons or worry away on a bone. He is four feet down, beneath an apple tree planted yesterday. He is where he would like to be....close to us and part of the outdoors he loved so much.

To all, your sympathies have meant much. It is comforting to know how many of us cherish these animals and, in that, know my grief is not misplaced. Dogs add richness and love to our lives, demonstrate forgiveness daily, help us understand what to value and, as Napoleon noted, demonstrate the essence of loyalty.

Now the search for my next puppy begins....

Sorry for your loss.

If you ever have the chance to read a small book by John Rucker called "The Barney Years", do it. So many dogs can touch us, and some have amazing, incredible heart.

Rucker speaks this short poem/prayer when his Barney is laid to rest, which his father had written in hand on the back of a field trial book, along with the initials BCB.

Oh God, my master,
should I gain the grace
to see thee face to face
when life is ended,
grant that a little dog who once pretended
that I was God
might see me, face to face.