Life was beautiful for loving Bucky and having him around. He lived with me 3 times and these last 6 months I have felt blessed. He was a friend to my dogs- Ms River, Styx, and Tara-- they loved Bucky too. Bucky was special. He was persistent -- in all things-- even when he couldn't get around anymore. The breed plus his unique personality. My house was quite the day after Bucky crossed the rainbow bridge. He even in sickness insisted on things he wanted and would not let go of it--like the German Shepherd next door that regardless of how poorly Bucky could get around he let that dog know he could tear down the fence if needed. I loved seeing how much Bucky loved you. You were his "human" and I was just a "stand in" lol It made me smile. The only good thing besides how much he loved was that now he is up there running freely and with Pops and all of the rest of our dogs before him. Bucky -- you're off the watch now and wait at the gate when it's my turn big boy. Love you forever.
My vet was weeping for his old dog who always came to work with him. The vet said”I am blessed that we were both on earth at the same time together” co
Just think what a wonderful reunion it will be when we meet up with them again. An onrush of fur and wet kisses and huggable bodies greeting us on the other side. I miss all of the animals who shared their lives with me, be they furry, feathered, or scaly. Just thinking of them makes me happy and sad. I am sorry for your loss of a dear friend, Will. You wrote a beautiful tribute.
Deeply sorry. I’ve been there. Dogs are part of why I stay open to some idea of an afterlife. A place to commune again somehow with all the creatures you’ve loved and been loved by.
Life was beautiful for loving Bucky and having him around. He lived with me 3 times and these last 6 months I have felt blessed. He was a friend to my dogs- Ms River, Styx, and Tara-- they loved Bucky too. Bucky was special. He was persistent -- in all things-- even when he couldn't get around anymore. The breed plus his unique personality. My house was quite the day after Bucky crossed the rainbow bridge. He even in sickness insisted on things he wanted and would not let go of it--like the German Shepherd next door that regardless of how poorly Bucky could get around he let that dog know he could tear down the fence if needed. I loved seeing how much Bucky loved you. You were his "human" and I was just a "stand in" lol It made me smile. The only good thing besides how much he loved was that now he is up there running freely and with Pops and all of the rest of our dogs before him. Bucky -- you're off the watch now and wait at the gate when it's my turn big boy. Love you forever.
Awww. I'm so sorry for your loss Will. That was such a beautiful tribute!! Pets ARE family. ♥️🐾
My vet was weeping for his old dog who always came to work with him. The vet said”I am blessed that we were both on earth at the same time together” co
Fortune when my old beloved cat died
Yes. All the dogs come from heaven and then they go back.
Wonderful tribute and photos. I hope you didn't make Bucky Boy fast on Yom Kippur. He is a beautiful pup.
Just think what a wonderful reunion it will be when we meet up with them again. An onrush of fur and wet kisses and huggable bodies greeting us on the other side. I miss all of the animals who shared their lives with me, be they furry, feathered, or scaly. Just thinking of them makes me happy and sad. I am sorry for your loss of a dear friend, Will. You wrote a beautiful tribute.
I am so sorry for your loss. Bucky was, clearly, the best boy. ❤️
Kipling really knew dogs. Did you ever read "Dinah in Heaven"? I'm sure it applies to Bucky, too:
"She did not know that she was dead,
But, when the pang was o'er,
Sat down to wait her Master's tread
Upon the Golden Floor,
With ears full-cock and anxious eye
Impatiently resigned;
But ignorant that Paradise
Did not admit her kind.
Persons with Haloes, Harps, and Wings
Assembled and reproved;
Or talked to her of Heavenly things,
But Dinah never moved.
There was one step along the Stair
That led to Heaven's Gate;
And, till she heard it, her affair
Was—she explained—to wait.
And she explained with flattened ear,
Bared lip and milky tooth—
Storming against Ithuriel's Spear
That only proved her truth!
Sudden—far down the Bridge of Ghosts
That anxious spirits clomb—
She caught that step in all the hosts,
And knew that he had come.
She left them wondering what to do,
But not a doubt had she.
Swifter than her own squeal she flew
Across the Glassy Sea;
Flushing the Cherubs everywhere,
And skidding as she ran,
She refuged under Peter's Chair
And waited for her man.
* * *
There spoke a Spirit out of the press,
'Said:—"Have you any here
That saved a fool from drunkenness,
And a coward from his fear?
"That turned a soul from dark to day
When other help was vain;
That snatched it from Wanhope and made
A cur a man again?"
"Enter and look," said Peter then,
And set The Gate ajar.
"If I know aught of women and men
I trow she is not far."
"Neither by virtue, speech nor art
Nor hope of grace to win;
But godless innocence of heart
That never heard of sin:
"Neither by beauty nor belief
Nor white example shown.
Something a wanton—more a thief—
But—most of all—mine own."
"Enter and look," said Peter then,
"And send you well to speed;
But, for all that I know of women and men
Your riddle is hard to read."
Then flew Dinah from under the Chair,
Into his arms she flew—
And licked his face from chin to hair
And Peter passed them through!
Deeply sorry. I’ve been there. Dogs are part of why I stay open to some idea of an afterlife. A place to commune again somehow with all the creatures you’ve loved and been loved by.