Tributes Bending a long-time prohibition in our writer’s guidelines, we want to read—and publish—your remembrances of beloved dogs past on TheBark.com.
Post your homage (or condolences) directly as a comment to a particular tribute below or send your story and photo directly to the webeditor@thebark.com. (Remember, brevity is the soul of wit.)
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M.C. Sungaila | 10 Mar 2010 “She doesn’t have much time,” my mother said over the phone one April morning, “you should come down this weekend.” My dog, an almost 17-year-old white, coal-eyed Bichon Frise, who had been part of the family since she was four months old, was dying. Whether it was a recently-found tumor or a long-hidden hormonal imbalance, the problem was neurological, and Dr. Cohen told us there was little he could do for her. “If she were my dog,” he said, “I would take her home to be with the family.” And so my mother did. Comments (1) |
Rhea, happiest with her favorite person! Rhea passed one a week after this picture from cancer. She was almost 13.
--Ernie and Jerry Eppinga, Providence Forge, Va. Comments (0) |
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Amanda Van Nuys | 27 Jan 2010 Daisy, it’s only been a few days since I put you down and it’s like you’ve evaporated. The day you died, I put all of your things away—safely stored them underneath my bed for safekeeping—your two dog beds, many toys, three leashes and favorite collar with appropriately embroidered daisies circling the edges. I’m putting everything away for forgetting now and remembering later. But, you are far from gone.
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Danette Moreno | 13 Jan 2010 My heart is broken, where did you go?
You were in my arms just one week ago
Then suddenly nothing but darkness and pain
I knew we’d come to the end of your days Comments (1) |
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Judith Vander Weg | 6 Jan 2010 I’m sleeping with a pheasant, Puppy.
Cupped hands cradle your toy
And gently press its belly to my lips.
The warmth of my breath
Arouses your scent
And I inhale deeply,
As if life depends on it.
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Jackie Bouchard | 28 Dec 2009 Lick. Lick. Lick.
Those little kisses on my nose sealed the deal. We had to take that adorable Beagle puppy home with us.
Our Beagle, Bailey, was a smart, people-loving, stubborn, sweet, independent-minded little soul. Though lacking English skills, Bailey was an excellent communicator. She could make her wishes known using a combination of her nose, barking and whining, and her big brown eyes, which could cover a range of emotions from happy to guilty to thoroughly annoyed. Comments (0) |
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Tina Bodine | 19 Dec 2009 My heart remains very heavy after the profound loss of my beloved Chow, Chelsea, on August 22, 2009. My best friend for the last nine years, I still struggle through each day trying to cope with the fact that she is no longer with me. She remains in my heart and in my thoughts, as she always will, yet I miss looking into her beautiful eyes and the feel of her soft, black fur.
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Mary Thiele | 4 Dec 2009 In 1993, Maggie Mae came to live with us in our Poodle family of six. She was apricot in color and the most gentle, sweet little girl. She came to us as a puppy never needing any direction on how to live in our home. She was born to be my “Girl.” My gentle girl gave me 16 years of total, absolute LOVE. In her twilight years, she tried so hard to be no bother and do everything right, even though she was mostly blind and arthritic. We had to let her go on February 2, 2009. My heart still hurts every day but she will watch over me until I can cross the Rainbow Bridge and be with her for eternity. Comments (2) |
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