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I got home to Birmingham around 9 last night; our dog was in a
quasi-coma for hours. He fnally died about 2:12 AM in the arms of the
family that loved him. He would have been 15 years old on September
9.
I guess indoor dogs get more attatchment than ther counterparts
outside; I feel like I've been run over with a steam roller. I
realize he wasn't a person but it's still very hard to say goodbye.
He was a beautiful if chubby yellow lab named Bart. He was so named
because some of his puppy diarhea reminded my oldest brother of the
slime created by Bartholemew in the children's book "Bartholemew and
the Ooblich." Naturally, I generally told people he was named after
Bart Simpson to avoid weird looks.
Some of my fondest memories include Bart hopping through the rare
Alabama snows, trying to sneak outside with a giant block of cheese in
his mouth, running away from fireworks and shuffled cards, always
helping my mom wash the dishes, and being in the car once in awhile
when my mom picked me up from school years ago.
I guess it's even more significant for me because we got him when I
was in the 3rd grade, which seems like a lifetime ago now. I guess it
wasn't a lifetime, it was just 65% of one. It is certainly the end of
an era in my life.
-Ophidian
I got home to Birmingham around 9 last night; our dog was in a
quasi-coma for hours. He fnally died about 2:12 AM in the arms of the
family that loved him. He would have been 15 years old on September
9.
I guess indoor dogs get more attatchment than ther counterparts
outside; I feel like I've been run over with a steam roller. I
realize he wasn't a person but it's still very hard to say goodbye.
He was a beautiful if chubby yellow lab named Bart. He was so named
because some of his puppy diarhea reminded my oldest brother of the
slime created by Bartholemew in the children's book "Bartholemew and
the Ooblich." Naturally, I generally told people he was named after
Bart Simpson to avoid weird looks.
Some of my fondest memories include Bart hopping through the rare
Alabama snows, trying to sneak outside with a giant block of cheese in
his mouth, running away from fireworks and shuffled cards, always
helping my mom wash the dishes, and being in the car once in awhile
when my mom picked me up from school years ago.
I guess it's even more significant for me because we got him when I
was in the 3rd grade, which seems like a lifetime ago now. I guess it
wasn't a lifetime, it was just 65% of one. It is certainly the end of
an era in my life.
-Ophidian