Today my sweet little dog Hannah died. It was very unexpected. Just a few days ago I watched her hunting a rat which had come up in the yard from the hayfields - she was jumping all around the porch, turning over flowerpots and crawling under stuff.
I really don’t know how old she was when we got her, a friend of mine found her on the side of the road in Tennessee. We had her for almost 11 years. She was one of the sweetest dogs I ever knew, just very pleasant and ladylike (when she wasn’t hunting). She was quite the huntress - squirrels and snakes didn’t stand a chance with her.
Anyway, I could tell that she didn’t feel well for a day or two, and today I had made her an appointment at the vet’s to see what had her feeling unwell. She wasn’t whining or complaining … just looked kind of sad. But before time came for the appointment she slipped away - quite peacefully, lying in the shade in her favorite spot.
Goodbye dear puppy. Thank you for being such a sugar pie, such pleasant company. See you on the other side.
I saw the pics, looks like Hannah was a really good pal. A dog raised right is great family and a difficult loss to deal with. my dogs Pepo and Brillo have been gone for years now and it is still very depressing to think of them not being around anymore.
I’m so sorry for your loss. Hannah gave and received love, and what more could anyone want? I, being religious, love the quote “God is love. Whosoever abides in love, abides in God, and God in him”.
I’m so sorry. I’ve got a thirteen-year-old that I pray goes as peacefully. It doesn’t hurt any less but I really don’t want to go through the whole vet thing again. R.I.P Hannah.
The 'Ol Kpowz tells a tale of the borning Earth breaking open and only the Dog followed Man in the leap across the Great Chasm. Dogs are the Shit. They are put here to teach us that love is so fucking precious, and simple, and that life is a whole lot motherfucking shorter than we think.
My heart is with you.