View Full Version : Clementine is gone

08-19-2007, 08:26 AM
I finally let her go. Walking was becoming increasingly difficult and even now I still can’t fathom what kind of pain she was experiencing. The steroids and other medications gave her a few extra months and some happy times, but she grew weaker and weaker, and no medications could ease her suffering any longer. She entered my life only 11 years ago so trustingly, and I pray that I never betrayed that trust.

She was the best friend and companion I have ever known and, although I am sure I’ll have another dog, she will always be in my heart. I know that I am not alone in my grief, as she touched the hearts of many, including some infirm senior citizens as she was also a therapy dog who brightened the lives of many sad and lonely old people. I took her everywhere possible with me and I am reminded of Abe Lincoln said when he lost his son, “that [she] was just too good for this world”.

One of the most moving and comforting passages I have ever read follows as such:

What purpose did they serve, all the good dogs that once ran through the world and wait now in the shadowy quiet of the past?

They lighten our burdens and drove away our enemies and stayed when others left us. They gave aid and comfort, protection and security. They held a mirror wherein we might see ourselves as we long to be. They gave us a glimpse of the world beyond the narrow confines of our own species.

They taught us the joy of giving generosity and kindness and love – without thought of gainful return.

And now the special ones you loved best, those of ours we still miss-all the good dogs, goodbye, until on brighter day, in some fairer place you run out again to greet us.

From “Dogs and People”, 1954, by George and Helen Papashvily





Waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge

08-19-2007, 09:05 AM
Sorry for your loss, Clemie. Sounds like you had one hell of a dog.
I hope this little poem brings you comfort and hope.

Hunting for Hope

The Hunter calls
and it is not the sweet sound
of the horn signaling the hunt
but rather the sick moment
of realization of death.

The Hunter calls, the harbinger,
bringing sad news of departure
of beauty of talent of friendship
of love.

The Hunter calls and I echo his call
into other hearts in hearing
to spread truth to tell the tragic tale
to provoke thought, sentiments, and philosophy
to examine to learn
and to reflect on little known effects
to find humor and to think
on the spirits of man living and dead
and to look for healing of loss of life
of goodness of kindness
and of opportunities now missed
and looking so much brighter thru the places
now empty, the bricks now missing
in the architecture of our society

Yet, looking thru those portals
one sees skies radiant
with clouds keeping secrets of gone-yonders
and wishes of the living rain down
great mists of renewal
of resurrection of life
in the endless ancient cycle
which makes all this reluctantly acceptable

The Hunter calls and I welcome his call
answering with curiosity and eagerness
to know to learn to live
it is always the shock
that invites the conscience to open
to enlighten, to find more than what appears
to look deeper into the facts
not to make judgment
(for judgment is reserved for God)
but to find the humanity and the purpose
for we die not randomly
but rather at very specific times
(untimely death is a concept for humans)
and though we may not always know
the reasons or the rhymes
most of the time
they find us anyway.

(c) Copyright 2001 by Mary McIntyre Brown

08-19-2007, 09:06 AM

There are no words to describe the pain of watching our often closest companions grow old.

Baron is 11 too, real feeble.

We just moved again yesterday to a house in Visalia with no steps for him, to haveto navigate daily.

I cry like a baby everytime I think of living without him.

For me, only a new pup ever helps the pain and void left.

Again, sorry for the slow responce, but literally still have the king size uhaul in the new drivway...sigh

have Go well during this difficult time of losses in your life clemie

That is our prayer for you our friend


Rodney & Josie

08-19-2007, 10:24 AM
Oh clemie,my heart is breaking for you right now. I am so sorry.

I did not 'know' your Clementine for very long but I felt I knew her well.For whenever you posted stories or photographs I was reminded so much of my own 'golden hearted girl',Brianna,that sometimes I was moved to tears. I have dreaded this day on your behalf.

I hope it gives you some comfort to know that your lovely Clementine already has a friend on the other side of the bridge.

Peace to you.

08-19-2007, 10:50 AM
Sorry for your loss Clemmie, stay strong brother.

08-19-2007, 12:59 PM
Sorry to see this Clemie! We lost Bubba recently, and now Shelbey is following suit. We're keeping her comfortable as possible with her pills, and she's using Bubba's handicapped ramp.

Bard, I'm sorry Baron is ailing!

08-19-2007, 07:00 PM
So sorry to hear about Clementine...you have 11 years of wonderful memories...trust...she knows how much she was loved.


08-20-2007, 09:39 AM
Boy, rough time for you lately. Truth...I don't know if I cried more from my father's death or my beloved dog, Shasta's death. Proof they are as close to us as any family member.

Clementine was a gorgeous dog. Very happy looking dog. You must have great memories.

Take care....peace.

08-21-2007, 05:50 AM
Sorry for your loss. I don't know what it is about a dog, but man, they promise you one thing the day you pick them up, that they will break your heart in half. No doubt about it.

I lost my best pal Buck, after almost 14 years, last fall. I still can't believe he is gone. I know exactly how you feel.

Here is my favourite shot of Buck I keep on my desktop, when he was a healthy fellow, and I always thought it looked like he was leaving for the Rainbow Bridge, and turned around to have one last look.


Anyway, God Bless. People who don't have dogs often don't understand the pain, but it is a real heartache.

08-21-2007, 06:11 AM
So so sorry Clemie! What a beautiful dog!

08-21-2007, 09:11 PM
Many thanks for the condolence messages. They mean a lot. I wrote a tribute to her in the form of a letter, but have decided that it's too personal and not for public consumption. Below is perhaps my favorite photo, one that captures her alert yet kind demeaner. so I'll end with this:


Bay Street Babe
08-22-2007, 08:43 PM
So sorry for your loss Clemiedog.
She looked a beautiful loving dog, such a sweet face.

My little girl (11 yrs) isn't too good either - Cushings Disease.

Don't know what I will do without her.

I can only imagine how empty you must be feeling.

Big Hugs.