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&& IF THERE IS NO LIGHT TO SPARE
I SHALL LOVE HIM AT THE SPEED OF DARK
he had a most interesting name. ^.^
it started because of the book my mom had bought, full of fitting, creative names for dogs (or so the ad claimed). she flipped to the first page && read the introduction. somewhere in its midst it read, "ask your kids for suggestions. they'll come up with cute names, like Mighty Dog." immediately the name stuck (thank gods for that, as we nearly named him Carl XD) && we loved him for everything he was.
sweet, calm, empathic, lazy, eager to please.
over his years (roughly 11, we got him from a pound so we don't know his exact age), he encountered cancer two or three times, liver problems && possibles deafness. but like a cat, he had many lives to live && lived successfully through each of these - losing a toe to one of the cancers, but otherwise unmarred.
early this summer, we discovered a tumor in his liver the size of two softballs, or two && a half. long story short, we wanted to "release" him finally before he was in any pain, rather than keep him alive on kimotherapy for the short number of months it would sustain him.
though I promised to stay until the fatal shot, I couldn't bear the thought of it being delivered directly into his heart, but my mom managed. the second love of her life (my dad, of course, to be the first) was now released.
we received his ashes a few weeks later && sprinkled them among my mom's garden (mom loves garden with a passion), && I visit him occasionally.
my tears have long dried && my sorrow long dissapated. I placed his purple, worn collar over my dreamcatcher && wear his tags about my neck on a ribbon. I feel as though he's protecting me until we are reunited, cheesy as it may sound.
I've got some pictures. forgive the mass amount - I got carried away picking them all out. ^.^;;
me at nine or 10 with him (black) && another dog of ours, Rainbow. (2004)
in mom's garden in the snow. (2006)
Mighty with the third dog of ours (last), Stormy, in the same snow by the side of the house. (2006)
in our newly remodeled kitchen, he was struggling to leave. I had to hold him back so mom could take the picture. x3 (2006/07)
our backyard, at night. (2005)
on the top steps, Mighty, Stormy && Rainbow. (2006)
at work with mom (not pictured xP). he worked as a demo dog for her, at PetSmart - she's a dog trainer. (2006)
the most recent picture. this was a few hours before we took him to be put down. in the backyard, by our fence. if you look, you can see Rainbow behind us. (2007)
in our living room, the three together. (2005)
the most common picture of them we've got, we all know it very well. in our backyard, by the sliding glass door, much before Stormy.
it still surprises me just how vibrant brown/orange his muzzle was back then - as he got older it, unsurprisingly, faded immensely, as you can probably see in the more recent pictures. (2002)
&& IF THERE IS NO LIGHT TO SPARE
I SHALL LOVE HIM AT THE SPEED OF DARK
he had a most interesting name. ^.^
it started because of the book my mom had bought, full of fitting, creative names for dogs (or so the ad claimed). she flipped to the first page && read the introduction. somewhere in its midst it read, "ask your kids for suggestions. they'll come up with cute names, like Mighty Dog." immediately the name stuck (thank gods for that, as we nearly named him Carl XD) && we loved him for everything he was.
sweet, calm, empathic, lazy, eager to please.
over his years (roughly 11, we got him from a pound so we don't know his exact age), he encountered cancer two or three times, liver problems && possibles deafness. but like a cat, he had many lives to live && lived successfully through each of these - losing a toe to one of the cancers, but otherwise unmarred.
early this summer, we discovered a tumor in his liver the size of two softballs, or two && a half. long story short, we wanted to "release" him finally before he was in any pain, rather than keep him alive on kimotherapy for the short number of months it would sustain him.
though I promised to stay until the fatal shot, I couldn't bear the thought of it being delivered directly into his heart, but my mom managed. the second love of her life (my dad, of course, to be the first) was now released.
we received his ashes a few weeks later && sprinkled them among my mom's garden (mom loves garden with a passion), && I visit him occasionally.
my tears have long dried && my sorrow long dissapated. I placed his purple, worn collar over my dreamcatcher && wear his tags about my neck on a ribbon. I feel as though he's protecting me until we are reunited, cheesy as it may sound.
I've got some pictures. forgive the mass amount - I got carried away picking them all out. ^.^;;
me at nine or 10 with him (black) && another dog of ours, Rainbow. (2004)
in mom's garden in the snow. (2006)
Mighty with the third dog of ours (last), Stormy, in the same snow by the side of the house. (2006)
in our newly remodeled kitchen, he was struggling to leave. I had to hold him back so mom could take the picture. x3 (2006/07)
our backyard, at night. (2005)
on the top steps, Mighty, Stormy && Rainbow. (2006)
at work with mom (not pictured xP). he worked as a demo dog for her, at PetSmart - she's a dog trainer. (2006)
the most recent picture. this was a few hours before we took him to be put down. in the backyard, by our fence. if you look, you can see Rainbow behind us. (2007)
in our living room, the three together. (2005)
the most common picture of them we've got, we all know it very well. in our backyard, by the sliding glass door, much before Stormy.
it still surprises me just how vibrant brown/orange his muzzle was back then - as he got older it, unsurprisingly, faded immensely, as you can probably see in the more recent pictures. (2002)
