Friday, 1 April 2011

The bastard found a frisbee shop.

The day has drawn nearer so much more quickly than I thought.

In the space of four hours this morning he had three quite heavy-duty fits. I knew things weren't going to be good.

Today has been spent sitting with him and gently stroking him, marvelling at how puppy-soft that small patch behind each ear remained while the rest of him has got old.

I lay next to him keeping him calm and warm until CK could get home from work. As always his discomfort and general unhappiness with the universe (congenital and not age-related, the grumpy old bugger) were alleviated when CK walked through the door.

Whatever blood the nice lady vet took from him was obviously the magic stuff as he slowly started to decline rapidly from Thursday morning. It was with much sadness that we made the most godawful decision of my life, his life, our lives.

So having regularly beaten seven bells out of The Grim Reaper since Christmas 2008 my beautiful OMD has finally conceded defeat. That tall skinny bastard better hold up his end of the bargain and turn up with the best frisbee ever.

If you could spare a second to think a happy thought for my gorgeous boy around 0930 BST Saturday (1930EST) I would appreciate it.


  1. I am so sorry, Trash. I am thinking of all of you.

  2. Thinking of you all. It's the hardest decision to make but now OMD is happy and pain free.

    Love and hugs


  3. It's terribly hard to have to do one final kindness for our beloved companions. But they rely on us, and when they set us such a good example of faithfulness, how could we bear to let them down?
    A hug for all...

  4. Im so sorry hon..its such a hard thing to do.but such a loving one as well.

    thinking of you all.

  5. A brave but terrible decision to have to make, thinking of you xxx

  6. Oh Trash, I know you had hoped for longer. Hug him well, he knows he is loved.

  7. Trashy, you know how sad we are for you but we know that those last few hours you had to spend with OMD will be some of the most cherished. He knew he was loved. Just seeing how he glowed when CK returned from work when I was visiting you is something I'll never forget.
    Monster has told me he reckons that in dog heaven Moog is actually nice to other dogs, so she'll be waiting to welcome OMD to the non-stop frisbee fun :o)

    We're thinking of you all today and are sharing your tears.

    Moogs xxx

  8. I'm sorry the day has come. It doesn't make it any easier knowing it's the "right thing to do" but I hope you know we're all thinking of you down here. xoxo

  9. Oh Trashy I'm so sorry. Thinking of you all xxxxxxxxx Lucy xx

  10. (((((((((FamilyTrash)))))))))) xxx

  11. Oh Trash. I'm so sorry. There's nothing worse than having to make that decision. XOXO

  12. This is really wierd. My Harvey dog had never played with a frisbee until Saturday morning. He had never bothered with them at all. Then all of a sudden, youngest son threw one for him and he knew just what to do with it. It has been his favourite toy ever since (with the exception of the blue glittery ball).

    I have the very strong feeling that OMD made the Grim Reaper just hang on for a few minutes while he taught Harvey just what to do.

    And for that I thank him.

  13. I'm so sorry to hear about your beloved dog. It is so sad when we have to let them go and they leave such a big hole in our lives when they die.

    I don't know if it is any consolation but you have won some yarn in my competition so please let me know your mailing address.

    mrspao xx