The Working Girl Blog #62: About a friend

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Blog #62: About a friend

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There are many things that are wrong with the world, and there are a precious few that are right, and when you find these things, you should never let them go.

I had one of those. He had brown and white fur, four paws, liked burgers without the special sauce (or ketchup or mustard or mayonnaise or whatever other kind of sauce), fetched sticks like an aborigine with a boomerang, started to smell real funky almost exactly six days after his bath (so we make sure he gets one before then), loved my guitar playing, loved to chew up my mom's dishrags even more, liked to reserve my dad's place on the couch by growling at people who try to sit there, and he loved us and we loved him.

His name was Ricky. He was named after Ricky Ricardo coz my dad's favorite show of all time was I Love Lucy. We loved him to pieces and he died last night.

It wasn't that bad. He was twelve years and four months - pretty good for a Golden Retriever, and ma said he passed away quietly. He was sleeping a little too much lately (the vet said the medication would do that), and pop had started to check on him from time to time. Last night, when he checked, Ricky had passed away quietly. Apparently he'd been having problems for a while, but they didn't tell me and my sister because they didn't want to worry us.

It's a bit funny - a few days ago, Aunt Andrea and I were talking about our dogs - her Harley and my Ricky. And he's gone a day later.

Dumb old dogs are good - coz they don't mess themselves up with a lot of intellectualisms. They either like you or they don't. And they're loyal.

My sister and I were so happy when pop brought him home. He had a brother that we could have gotten as well but a cousin on my pop's side got him. But I am glad dad picked him from the litter. Anyway, when he came to live with us, we were all full of ideas on the kinds of tricks we would teach him and all the fun we would have together but Ricky didn't really learn any tricks. He ruined a lot of stuff in the house when he was a pup, but thankfully he grew out of that, as well as running away from us when we walked him. But he eventually connected that we were part of the walking thing, and he'd come back when we called him. But we loved him. He was part of our family.

Rick was maybe five when I started my RLT, and was confused a bit with my use of girly stuff and perfumes, but he knew it was me. After SRS, I had stayed away for almost two years, but when I came back, to try and establish some kind of rapprochement with my family, he was there as if nothing happened, being the same old Ricky, not caring how I'm dressed or.. what kind of equipment I had anymore... heehee.

He's a good guy. The best. And wherever he is, I hope they have burgers, and I hope they remember to hold the special sauce.

   
   


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four footed friends

its been 3 1/2 years since my friend passed just before his 17th birthday but he's is still missed. they chew up your stuff and move into your heart. sorry for your loss.
take care.

The Working Girl Blog #62: About a friend

Thank you for the blog and the pic of you and Ricky. There is nothing like the LOVE of a furry companion. They offer us unconditional LOVE.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

I'm sorry for your loss

yes, dogs are wonderful, especially on those occasions when people arn't. Hugs.

Dorothycolleen

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Bobbie, I'm so sorry

Bobbie, I'm so sorry to hear that you lost your Ricky. Our furry friends are often the best we have, the most accepting, the least judgmental, the most loyal.

I remember those I've had over the years, and still miss and love them.

Kris

(Oh, and most of us get that that's *not* a picture of you and Ricky!)

Kris

{I leave a trail of Kudos as I browse the site. Be careful where you step!}

I cried more when I held my our cat Charlie when he was put down

Than when my mom died in hospice at home from cancer.

But then mom cried almost no stop with me.

How do these furry creatures get so deep into our hearts? And why do so many people treat them with contempt?

So sad, Bobbie.

John in Wauwatosa

John in Wauwatosa

My most abject condolences!

Oh Dear, I hope you're okay! Losing a pet like that is like losing a brother or sister! I am so sorry, hon. I have many pets, and a few are getting to that age. I am not looking forward to saying goodbye. So sorry, hun.

Wren

I know what you feel

Because I went through the same loss. Hugs!

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The loss..

The loss of our four footed family members is never easy. I honestly don't know if dieing peacefully at home like that, or being put down by the vet is easier on the family. (okay, less hard.) We had to make the decision on our last dog almost two years ago now... She'd been going down hill for two years. Slowing down, eating less, more and more medical issues (growths, etc.) She'd rally briefly, then sink lower. It was hard on her, and on all of us. Making the decision was really hard too. My older daughter and I were there with her at the end. It was obvious that she really didn't understand what was happening... But, she'd been in to the vet so many times, the place was familiar.

She's still missed (As is her predecessor). In a way, they're both still with us, as memories. We mostly remember the fun things they did or we did together. The low points are not so fresh in our memories. We now have our third Samoyed. He's very different in so many ways from the first two... But, his loving nature is just what we recalled.

Our animal friends know us - no matter what we look like. They may be confused, briefly, but their acceptance doesn't change just because we look a little different or dress a little different or even SOUND a little different. (Smell? No, I've not noticed any change in how the dog treats me there either...) They serve as a good example to the two legged people in the world... Sad they have trouble "recognizing" that we're the same people we always were...

Bless you,
Anne