Today, March 10, 2008, I sent my beloved greyhound, Jack, to the bridge. He will be sorely missed by my family and the neighborhood children. He was an incredible goofball who even when sick made me laugh every day. I could never load the dishwasher without him running over to rinse the dishes for me. He was this big black dog who scared people who judged him on his color, but he was scared of everyone but me and my family. I only had the pleasure of his company for 14 months, but I think he gave me a lifetime of joy. He's only been gone 2 hours now, and it just feels so empty here. Loading the dishwasher will never be the same.
Goodbye, Jack, I love you to pieces.

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Comment by Rhoda Collins on March 11, 2008 at 15:18
So sorry for your loss. I got the Bridge book for my DD when my poodle, 18yrs, passed in 2005. {{HUGS}} and comfort prayers coming....
Comment by Natalie Mikolajczak on March 11, 2008 at 8:09
Sorry for your loss. Those darn animals make us love them too damn much.
Comment by Barb DeVico on March 11, 2008 at 5:12
Monti,
The Bridge is the Rainbow Bridge that has been memorialized in a poem that, quite frankly, I can't bear to read or to post right now, the emotions are too raw. It's where our pets go when they pass, their heaven. Jack was diagnosed with lymphoma in January and with the help of steroids went into remission for 2 1/2 months. He was terribly sick yesterday, he couldn't hold down any food or water, and wouldn't come running for the dishwasher or a bone, so we knew he was ready.
Comment by Mary Motley O'Brien on March 10, 2008 at 20:46
I definitely think that dogs have the love emotion. You can tell that Sadie and Gibson love each other by the way they interact. Sometimes Gibson will lick Sadie's forehead or face and when Gibson is lying down, Sadie will come over and sniff right around his mouth and wag her tail. It's really cute. My husband says that when Sadie is gone, we're going to have to take Gibson everywhere with us because he has separation anxiety...or he used to. Since Sadie has been around the last 4 1/2 years, they keep each other company, but when he's all alone again, he's going to be very sad. I'm sure your dog is sad his buddy is gone, but at least he's not in pain anymore!
Comment by Patricia Babits on March 10, 2008 at 18:51
My sister had a rescue greyhound, Pela. She was so sweet and mellow.
Comment by Michelle on March 10, 2008 at 18:46
My heart is breaking for you right now Barb. You can never replace the love and affection you get from such a member of the family. I've had my greyhound/terrier mutt for almost seven years now, got her as an eight week old puppy, fished from a trash can, where she had been thrown in a plastic bag to suffocate! She's totally devoted to me and my family, and us to her, and reading your post makes me think of when we'll have to say goodbye, I just don't know how we will. All we can do is love them and spoil them while we have them.
Comment by Kelli Combs (admin) on March 10, 2008 at 18:38
Hi Barb, why did you send him to the "bridge"? I am sorry, I dont mean to sound stupid, but I dont understand what happened.
sorry about your loss.
Comment by Barb DeVico on March 10, 2008 at 18:34
Thank you so much for your kind words, Patricia and Mary. You're right, Mary, nothing can really prepare you for when it's time. Jack was on steroids for 2 months, and I had to keep reminding myself that his remission was temporary. Steroids can be a godsend but cruel at the same time, giving you false hopes.
I still have Mercedes here, a brindle greyhound, who's 8 years old. She's been looking for Jack tonite. I don't know if dogs have that "love" emotion, but if they do, she truly loved her Jack. My kids want me to get another grey, but for now I can't replace Jack.
Comment by Mary Motley O'Brien on March 10, 2008 at 16:53
When I saw the title, Goodbye Jack, I knew it was a pet. I am a total dog lover, and we have two. Gibson, a 7-year-old Brittany Spaniel,whose pic is on my page(my step-dog) and my dog, Sadie is a lab mix who is 14 1/2 that I have had since she was six weeks old. She is actually doing really well. She can't hear at all and had a spell about six months ago and thought we were going to lose her but she pulled through it. It was sort of like a vertigo in dogs. She kept falling and veering to the left. But it just made me appreciate every single day I have with her and boy does she get away with alot more than she did before. The worst is walking over to the dinner table just about when we're done and she just sits there with her ears up, and if I ignore her, she starts sticking her paw up so it hits my leg. What a ham. But I tell ya, it is the hardest thing to lose a pet. People who are not animal lovers, whether it's a dog or cat or whatever, just can't understand how attached and part of our lives they are. I am so sorry for your loss. From your profile, it looks like you have other dogs too? Hopefully they can see your pain and give you some extra lovin!!! My husband tells me I need to prepare myself for when it's Sadie's time, but I don't think anything can prepare you.
I'm copy/pasting a letter my mom gave me and I have kept that she cut out of Dear Abby years ago. It's called A Dog's Prayer......take care.
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my sprit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world=s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I now am a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my God and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I can=t tell you when I am thirsty. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do you bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And beloved friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please hold me gently in your arms and see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw, my fate was ever safest in your hands and I will have merciful eternal rest.
Comment by Patricia Babits on March 10, 2008 at 15:57
Awww, I'm so sorry. I love greyhounds.

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