Death of a friend.

I found out today that my pet dog that has been in the family for quite a while passed away today. He was a fantastic companion that was there for me in so many ways.

I got he when I first moved to Georgia for the first time. He and his 3 sisters were left in a box on the side of the road near our property.  Pretty common in the country. We all decided to keep one puppy each. The only other option was to euthanize them and after we had just rescued them we couldn’t do that. Besides there was something special about them.

I pick my Tyty out of the bunch because he came up to me out of the box laid down and fell asleep on me. I was still upset with moving away from family and friends that i had known for years and wanted nothing to do with the dogs, but he chose me.

I was touched.

We set about training them and guiding them. Along the way 2 broke out of the pen and ran away. Another broke into a neighbors farm and was shot (wild dogs are a very serious problem where we were so this was not uncommon) but my Tyty was still there.

He ran off a pack of coyotes that had circled the house one night (a very very long night with them howling).

He followed us through the woods on excursions.

He was there when I went off to college.

He was there when I came back.

He was there when I proposed to wife.

He had become a family member and was in our hearts for 14 years.

My sister texted me that he had passed. We are unsure how it happened as he was found near the road. My sister commented on how thos past month he had done so well they let him off the chain to roam around free. He had not gone after any farm animals in a while so they had trusted him. We both thought that him being free was good for his last month.

I promised myself i would not get emotional writing this but i have failed. Tears now run down my face and my jaw is clenched. Ty was my pet, my companion,  my friend, and my family. 

I’ll miss you boy.

You will be in my heart forever.

Love you Tyty.

Hug a pet and a pony my friends.


4 thoughts on “Death of a friend.

  1. I can relate to this post in so many ways, but I’ll keep it short this time.

    I’m so sorry for your loss. Losing someone that means so much to you is so hard, even if it is someone of another species.

    Long ago, I engaged in some activities that led up to the loss of my dear sweet baby cat, whom I’d had as a friend since age eight. When I’d gone off to live at college, he’d become very needy, constantly yowling at my mother and father for attention. Then, when I made a huge mistake at that place, and had to drop out and move back home, things were peaceful with my baby for a while. Unfortunately, I soon returned to my old habits and one day my dad kicked me out of the house….and in the process took my sweet kitty to the animal shelter.

    Never in my life had I felt such loss. Maybe he was just a cat, but he had been with me for 13 years at that time, and he was a core part of my life. To this day I still miss him. Maybe that pain will never go away.

    As it is, I have two different cats at the moment, both of which I love dearly. I won’t mess up again, I’ve sworn it to myself.

    My sweet Prince has more than likely exceeded his time here on earth…but I know now how much someone of some different species can mean to you… I know I said this wouldn’t be a long post….(….haha?) but I feel that you understand the pain of losing a “pet,” or rather, a companion in our lives that means so much to us – even after they are gone.

    I guess what it comes down to is this (regarding the long post responses): I need someone to which I can relate, and I want someone who I feel actually takes into account the emotion behind my responses to your posts. I want to be there for you as much as I would love it if you were there for me, in a sense of therapy.

    You really do write well. I truly am inspired by your posts. I really feel as if I can write to you and you will read what I have to say.

    Sorry that I lied about this being a “short post.” Heh, I guess I had more on my mind than I thought I did. Sometimes when I begin writing, I really just can’t stop myself.

    someone who cares πŸ™‚

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    • Thank you for sharing. It is comforting to know that there are people who have been through the rough times. Thank also for your kind words. I feel good about my writing for the first time in a long time.

      Thank you for caring, and know that I care too.

      PS I also post long posts as well. It’s ok. Sometimes a few words are not enough.


      • For me writing is almost addictive at times. Once I begin, it’s impossible to stop. I truly do consider you one of the better writers that I’ve encountered on the web.

        I feel like you’re a lot like I am, in that you start on a topic and the woods just pour out like they were meant to be.

        Keep up the excellent blogging! Perhaps eventually you could even turn all of your history into some sort to biography. Your content is great, though sometimes saddening, but that’s just how life is.

        Honestly I wish I had the confidence in writing out my history and feelings as you do. But it’s still too soon for me.

        You possess talent that I would not recognize within most other people, regarding your writing. Take it as a compliment, for I am very picky. I at least rate your writing at a level which matches my own, if not higher.

        Keep it up! πŸ™‚ I really do enjoy reading your work.

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      • Thank you. I do not take complements lightly as I do not give them often times. I am comforted by people who take the time to respond to things I write and feel that when it happens, I have struck a cord. I am thrilled beyond words that people read this blog. Truly thank you. All I ask of anyone is to share the love and to help anyone you can.


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