Had to say goodbye......


Authorities said.....best leave it.....unsolved
Jan 21, 2015
Suburban Chicago
To my best buddy, Ginger, a couple of hours ago. He was 16, and lived a long, full and happy life. All our pups have musician names. Thanks to his partially red coat, he got the moniker Ginger (Baker).

I know "they" say you'll know when it's time to say goodbye, but that is complete bullsh!t. Actually, maybe it's not. Maybe I knew a few months ago, but was too selfish to do anything about it. He wasn't in pain, and he certainly wasn't a burden. Still, he was getting progressively less mobile, and it took more and more to get him up. Ah....sorry, I'll stop. I'm pretty sure if I would have said to the Mrs a couple of months ago she would have said, "yes, it is." I love her for being patient and letting me get to the point where I couldn't stand to see him the way he was, and could let him go.

One of his favorite things was snow. Rolling in it, laying in it, walking in it. It was appropriate that there were flurries in the air as we pulled into the vet's parking lot. Snow. One. Last. Time.

I love ya buddy, and I'm really gonna miss you...........


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Sorry to hear that, Jim. When it was time for our dog, we knew - like you, we probably knew a week or two before, but it took a bit for it to fully sink in. The funny part was, when we took her to the vets that day, we checked in and they put us in a different waiting area. We sat down, and the dog sat down, but sitting tall - which she hadn't done for weeks. It was almost like, "No, look - I'm good. See?"
My heart goes out to you during this time. Pets are such a big part of our lives, that when they leave us, we often don't know what will fill the void. May you find peace in knowing that as early as it may be, I sense a time when you'll feel that happiness again soon...
Dammit. Listening to John Prine and Roger Waters play "Hello In There" at Newport Folk Fest, and I open up this thread. Why can't I see clearly any more?

Sorry for your loss, @bodia . We have three dogs, all no longer pups even though we call them that, and we'll face those days eventually.

Sigh. I'm gonna go give my pups all a big hug right now.
Sorry to hear this Jim, take solace in the fact that your pooch lived a good life and was loved by his humans.
Never an easy decision to make. Hang in there...love the Rainbow Bridge and hope to be there one day with my best friends from the past.
Sorry for your loss.

But you know what? My buddy Kaspur is up there now and Ginger looks like just the type of companion he needs. I’m certain that they are gonna be best buds and get in all kinds of trouble together.

Ginger will know Kaspur by his ‘reindeer prance’...