My OperaMy best friend is gone.
Thursday, July 28, 2011 7:56:58 PM
My Best Friend is Gone
Fihtolas Wonderboy - Dacey is gone. Torn away from us in a senseless tragedy on the street where I spent my youth. It's a quiet street with little traffic and when there is it's mostly slow and heading for home. A beautiful if somewhat hot Sunday afternoon and after a 30 minute ride in the Air cond. car to moms it was time for a squirt on the front yard tree.
So dragging leash behind I watched my boy go tho his tree and tell the world he was here. As he sniffed the rock in front next to the tree I thought nothing of it. Until I watched him go across the street to see the flowers at the Mailbox.
But by then it was already too late, Shouting Dacey NO! Come back here! was only a distraction to his current mission. His reply seemed to be "Dad don't worry I 'm just going right here."
The neighbor three or four doors down was rushing off somewhere, not paying close attention to the road ahead until the sickening thud that told her my son had found the bumper of her cute little VW Bug "ladybug".
I ran to his side as fast as I could and lay down on the hot pavement stroking him and checking for broken bones. When I got to him he seemed to calm down and trust in me as he always had to take care of his injuries. Only this time I feared the worst.
Thought there seemed to be no broken bones he was panting and still in great distress.
I gently as I could lifetd him in my arms and carried him to the car where the door was now closed and waiting for Sue to open it seemed to take an eternity. These last few moments with my Wonderboy would be the most distressfull of my life. I could only hope his distress was diminished. By the time the door opened I laid him in th ecar for the 1 mile drive to the Animal Emergency room. As I put him in though he lost bladder control and I feared the very worst.
Holly and Sue got in and the Lady who hit him followed us to the emergency at what was breakneck speed. When we arrived I ran in and finding no one there, I banged on the tiny bell on the counter Calling for help!
A girl came out and followed me to the car where I lifted my boy from where I had lain him just moments before. We rushed into the ER room and laid him on the table where the vet used her stethoscope to tell me he was gone.
No that can't be don't you hear him panting? "No sir" she said "its the other dog here o the floor". and the realization of the horror began to set in. I asked for a defibrillator but they had none. Just to convince me they hooked him up to a "Scope" to see no heart beat at all.
I asked if we could go then and yes we could. I asked for a towel or clothe to help carry hi,m home and bless them they gave me one. A pretty Pink striped affair large enough to place under his lifeless body and carry him back to the car and his waiting family.
I think Holly his faithful mate knew right away what was wrong. But she stayed with him in the back of the blazer all the way home. She licked his eyes to wake him as she always could but he wouldn't arise. Sue was inconsolable on the way home, and I was just in a daze steering the car on autopilot like a man whose soul had been taken away and was left with only routine to carry him on.
We arrived home and like a zombie I lifted his lifeless body and placed him on my workbench in the garage. I found the shovel and went into "His" yard to make his resting place. There is a nice spot between the hostas he loved so much in the yard and there is where I dug a hole. Three feet deep and four feet long and just wide enough to fit his now lifeless form.
The neighbor came to help but it was nearly done by then. I covered hi in his favorite blue and white towel we got when we first brought him home eight joyful years ago. We wrapped him carefully and then said a prayer and quickly covered him over.
There may be a preachy cautionary tale for some to find here. But I can only
find guilt and pain in losing my best friend and more all in an instant of
summer freedom.
Forgive me Dacey.
And please wait for me, at Rainbow bridge - I promise I won't be long.
I Love You,
Dad
Fihtolas Wonderboy - Dacey is gone. Torn away from us in a senseless tragedy on the street where I spent my youth. It's a quiet street with little traffic and when there is it's mostly slow and heading for home. A beautiful if somewhat hot Sunday afternoon and after a 30 minute ride in the Air cond. car to moms it was time for a squirt on the front yard tree.
So dragging leash behind I watched my boy go tho his tree and tell the world he was here. As he sniffed the rock in front next to the tree I thought nothing of it. Until I watched him go across the street to see the flowers at the Mailbox.
But by then it was already too late, Shouting Dacey NO! Come back here! was only a distraction to his current mission. His reply seemed to be "Dad don't worry I 'm just going right here."
The neighbor three or four doors down was rushing off somewhere, not paying close attention to the road ahead until the sickening thud that told her my son had found the bumper of her cute little VW Bug "ladybug".
I ran to his side as fast as I could and lay down on the hot pavement stroking him and checking for broken bones. When I got to him he seemed to calm down and trust in me as he always had to take care of his injuries. Only this time I feared the worst.
Thought there seemed to be no broken bones he was panting and still in great distress.
I gently as I could lifetd him in my arms and carried him to the car where the door was now closed and waiting for Sue to open it seemed to take an eternity. These last few moments with my Wonderboy would be the most distressfull of my life. I could only hope his distress was diminished. By the time the door opened I laid him in th ecar for the 1 mile drive to the Animal Emergency room. As I put him in though he lost bladder control and I feared the very worst.
Holly and Sue got in and the Lady who hit him followed us to the emergency at what was breakneck speed. When we arrived I ran in and finding no one there, I banged on the tiny bell on the counter Calling for help!
A girl came out and followed me to the car where I lifted my boy from where I had lain him just moments before. We rushed into the ER room and laid him on the table where the vet used her stethoscope to tell me he was gone.
No that can't be don't you hear him panting? "No sir" she said "its the other dog here o the floor". and the realization of the horror began to set in. I asked for a defibrillator but they had none. Just to convince me they hooked him up to a "Scope" to see no heart beat at all.
I asked if we could go then and yes we could. I asked for a towel or clothe to help carry hi,m home and bless them they gave me one. A pretty Pink striped affair large enough to place under his lifeless body and carry him back to the car and his waiting family.
I think Holly his faithful mate knew right away what was wrong. But she stayed with him in the back of the blazer all the way home. She licked his eyes to wake him as she always could but he wouldn't arise. Sue was inconsolable on the way home, and I was just in a daze steering the car on autopilot like a man whose soul had been taken away and was left with only routine to carry him on.
We arrived home and like a zombie I lifted his lifeless body and placed him on my workbench in the garage. I found the shovel and went into "His" yard to make his resting place. There is a nice spot between the hostas he loved so much in the yard and there is where I dug a hole. Three feet deep and four feet long and just wide enough to fit his now lifeless form.
The neighbor came to help but it was nearly done by then. I covered hi in his favorite blue and white towel we got when we first brought him home eight joyful years ago. We wrapped him carefully and then said a prayer and quickly covered him over.
There may be a preachy cautionary tale for some to find here. But I can only
find guilt and pain in losing my best friend and more all in an instant of
summer freedom.
Forgive me Dacey.
And please wait for me, at Rainbow bridge - I promise I won't be long.
I Love You,
Dad
