I wanna premise this post with the fact that I am not looking for upvotes or sympathy. I am simply just posting this because I need to. I could write for hours but this will have to do lol.
My best friend of 16yrs died. His name was Tripster(Trip) and he was my best friend. The Lord blessed me with this dog.
When I was young teen my parents separated and I moved in with my mum, we bought a dog (I called her “Girl” lol). This dog turned out to have a brain tumor and a serious skin condition, on her last night on Earth I stayed up all night with her, patting and scratching her lest she cry in pain, she died in the morning. A week later I returned home from work and saw my new best friend, Trip, the brother of Girl.
Trip was my best friend for 16 fucking years. We fought together numerous times. He defended the family, he made us all laugh. He saved my life once. He once cured someones fears of dogs. The ladies loved him! And he loved them!
Trip had 2 rules at the dog park, 1. “Don’t take the ball from my mouth” and 2. “Don’t hump me”. He enforced these rules violently, which did lead to some problems.
16yrs is a long time. I knew this dog from a puppy who was scared of lots, a man who was scared of nothing and an old man who had accepted life.
I honestly could write for hours about this dog and want to but this will do I suppose. Love your dog, spend time with them, honour them, cherish them and never forget them.
God Bless Trip, I miss you, love you and will never forget you.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?