This morning I walked out my back door, as I have most mornings for the past 11 years, but it was silent… something was missing. It was like a big hole; a vortex of emptiness.
Yesterday afternoon, I lost my good Buddy of 11 years: Kipper.
Every day he greeted me, trusted me, adored me, loved me and never argued with me. I’m sure he told me off a few times in his own way but he always spoke to me in a nice way.
Kipper was my dog. Born January 2000.
Passed away Sunday 9th January 2011.
Saturday night he was fine but, as dogs do, he gorged himself on something delicious and ended up with a stomach twist that he couldn’t be saved from. I carried him into the car and took him to the vet on Sunday afternoon. He underwent surgery to see if we could save my old Buddy, but it was too late. So, I had to give the go-ahead to end it for the old fellow.
It’s pretty tough to approve having your Buddy killed, especially when you know he trusts you 100% unconditionally, when you know your kids grew up with him all their life and looking in your Buddies big sad eyes for those last moments he is awake before the needle puts him to sleep forever.
I was his best friend. He adored me like nobody else.
He went to sleep for the surgery and when it was established that he couldn’t be saved, I got the call with the news. He just stayed asleep so he went through no pain. Happy and fully fit one day; gone the next. Such is life!
I’m grateful for having had such a Great Buddy for 11 years and happy that he went fast; just like the way he chased the cars on the inside of my fence, the way he greeted me in the driveway every afternoon and chased the occasional Rabbit in the back paddock.
I hope you’re chasing cars, rabbits and kitty cats somewhere nice Buddy! Sleep tight!
Today, I’m taking my first sickie in 6 years. In honor of my mate Kipper!
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