I got news this morning from the vet that my dog has died. I’m a emotional wreck right now, and I still haven’t fully come to terms to this news. I was really certain it was something simple, something recoverable, like ingestion of jimsonweed, or some other poisonous substance that can be cured. Well it turned out Daylate had cancer. He was in his final stages the past few days, and all along the past few years we thought he had arthritis or something to that effect.
I’m glad I have my digital camera, and I’m glad I got a lot of photos of Daylate, and even some movies which I plan on putting up soon. I have a bunch more pictures of Daylate on my computer I haven’t uploaded to the photo album here on Good Blimey yet, but once I can stomach seeing him in the photos, I’ll put them online. I also want to put up a little page about Daylate, along with his photos and movies, telling the world why he was truly the best dog in the world. What he liked, what he didn’t like, what his favorite toy was, how he would drool on one of our cat’s head as a gesture of love, and so on.
He was a wonderful, big dog, full of nothing but love and gentleness. When people would first see him, they see a big beast of a dog who was happy to see them, but were afraid that happiness was aggressiveness or something mean. They would quickly find out he was a big baby, just wanting their attention and love. He loved me unconditionally from Day 1, and I loved him uncondtionally from Day 1.
Daylate is truly a man’s best friend, and he was my best friend for so many years. It’s a good thing all dogs go to heaven, as they say, because I can’t wait to see him again. R.I.P. Daylate – January 03, 2004.
So very sorry to hear about Daylate. It is so very difficult to lose an animal friend.
Thanks for the condolences, Molly. It is difficult, but the way I see it, the good memories and happiness far outweighs the sadness and pain.
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….
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Thanks for that interesting story, Mike. It reminds me of the bridge that you have to cross to enter Valhalla. :)
Dear Matt
I want to thank you for loving DayLate as you did and still do.Ruthanna tells me how much you you enjoyed him. DayLate was a good judge of character.I would tell people if DayLate didn’t like you I didn’t like you. So in my eyes you stand tall. Thanks for all the wonderful pictures.
Bill
DayLates Dad