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Goodbye Mr Stewie Man


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Mr Stewie Man,

10 months ago we found that you had Osteosarcoma in your front leg. Luckily we were able to contain this horrid disease for far longer than we expected. You remained happy and full of love and life, and we felt blessed for this.

Only last Saturday you were being your typical pig self, "taste testing" the chicken necks as I bagged them.

You went so quickly - when you started getting fussy with your food on Sunday, I knew you were getting ready to go. Then when you basically refused food on Monday and Tuesday, you told us it was time.

Thank you my boofy boy for 7 1/2 years of absolute joy and love. We are hurting so much at the moment, but neither of us will ever regret having you in our lives and loving you.

Although you were past the half way point, you never did finish your Championship title. Do you remember what you were like in the show ring? You were so laid back you were almost asleep, although you did love going to shows just so you could slobber on everyone! In the end we decided that we knew you had the goods to be a champion, and we didn't need the CH to prove it.

You made us so proud being V Rated at just over 18 months, in the only speciality show you entered. We will cherish your medallion always.

We will think of you with sweetness when we have our next litter - you were always the "babysitter", and would go all soppy any time we said the word "puppy" or "baby". It won't be the same without you here to play with the pups.

I don't think the girls have worked it out yet - although Amber was being very silly a short while ago. I've never seen her run around like that, or heard her bark like that before....

Fly swiftly and sweetly to the bridge, my love. You will find many friends there waiting for you. Give them all licks from us and tell them that we will all be together again one day.

RIP V Rated Allerhochst JEB Stuart

16 August 1998 - 10 May 2006

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My heart sunk when i read this :rofl:. I am so sorry for your loss :rolleyes:. Rest easy big boy, play hard at the bridge.

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:rolleyes: tears here just reading your beautiful memorial.

Run free of pain at the bridge Stewie.

Good on you for having the strength to send him across the bridge when he told you it was time.

what a beautiful boy, his pictures have love shining in his eyes.

fifi

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Beautiful Stewie you have now got your wings, so fly with the angels to the :rolleyes: and run and play pain free with all of our fur babies that have gone before.

I know how you are feeling at the loss of your boofy boy, I had to face this decision in February with my old lady. So :rofl::rofl: to you and yours, and be happy in the knowledge that you have done best for your much loved boy. :rofl:

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Oh, boy, I got goosebumps when I saw the title of this thread.

I'm so sorry, Allerzeit, that you had to let Stewie go. He was a gorgeous boy, whose smiling face will be sorely missed on DOL and at shows, I'm sure.

Enjoy the next stage of your being pain-free, Stewie :rolleyes:

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Thank you all so much for your kind words.

It's been a s**t of a day, to put it mildly - I think better for me than for OH, I've spent the last 3 days crying because I knew the end was here, so I think some of my grief was already out. OH, on the other hand, I think was denying that the time had come, so this morning hit him particularly hard.

We've arranged to have Stewie cremated - we didn't want to just leave him at the vet, and we didn't want to go through the trauma of trying to bury such a large dog. Cremation seemed to be the most dignified thing to do - I don't know yet what we will do with his ashes, most likely we will bury them, but I'm partial to having them in an urn. I've never had a dog cremated before, so I don't know how I will cope with picking up the ashes in a few days.

Hugs to you all.

Trace

Edited cause I missed a word.

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Trace

These are for your O.H. I had my boy cremated and took him down to the beach where we used to walk. I scattered his ashes on top of a huge bunch of flowers and let the tide take him out to sea. Just had to make sure that there was no one else around.

Poop I can only just paste these now as you know what is happening

If it should be…

If it be I grow frail and weak,

And pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then you must do what should be done,

For this last battle can’t be won.

You will be sad—I understand

Don’t let your grief then stay your hand.

For this day, more than all the rest,

Your love and friendship stand the test.

We’ve had so many happy years,

What is to come will hold no fears.

You’d not want me to suffer…so

When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where all my needs they’ll tend,

But stay with me until the end.

And hold me firm and speak to me

Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you too will see,

It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,

From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.

Do not grieve that it should be you

Who must decide this thing to do.

We’ve been so close-we two-these years,

Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

A Living Love

>

> If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will

> always remember....

>

> The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your

> young new friend.

> You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked

> numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a

> breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen

> that silly looking mutt in a shelter--simply because something in its

> eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and

> watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front

> room--and when you feel it brush against you for the first time--it

> instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the

> many years to come.

>

> The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.

> It will be a day like any other.

> Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will

> look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You

> will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will

> see sleep when you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your

> friend's diet--and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may

> feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming

> emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until

> the third day finally arrives.

>

> And on this day--if your friend and God have not decided for you, then

> you will be faced with making a decision of your own--on behalf of

> your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest

> Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you--you will

> feel as alone as a single star in the dark night.

>

> If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as

> they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your

> circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or

> comfort you.

>

> But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the

> many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul--a bit smaller in size

> than your own--seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely

> days to come.

>

> And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to

> happen, you may feel something brush against your leg--very very

> lightly.

>

> And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend

> used to lay--you will remember those three significant days. The

> memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your

> heart--As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of

> its own.

> You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you

> reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you.

> Either way, it will still be an ache.

>

> But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when--along with the

> memory of your pet--and piercing through the heaviness in your

> heart--there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will

> be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have

> loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living

> Love--like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals

> have wilted, this Love will remain and grow--and be there for us to

> remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave

> us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we

> live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave,

> perhaps to join our Beloved Pets--it is a Love we will always possess.

>

> (by Martin Scot Kosins)

God speed Stewie

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Hi Allerzeit,

My condolences for your sad loss :eek: . I have had 4 of my babies cremated and have them all in small wooden boxes (tasteful ones). The eldest I have had cremated was 14.5 yo, the youngest only 4 yo :eek: . I could not bear the thought of putting them in the ground or leaving them at the vets (I've heard horrible things about where they end up). I keep them in a cabinet, I know where they are and it doesn't freak anyone out that way. The services we have used all gave a choice of urns or boxes and most also do a placque that goes on the box.

R.I.P. Stewie, no more pain :)

Regards,

Corine

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