Neb needs a little help

Neb writes:

Hello Jonco

I was hoping you can help me out. a while back there was something on your website, the thoughts of a 7 year old boy on the death of his pet ( a dog ).

I would REALLY REALLY much like to read it again because I just lost my dearest cat, he had been sick since birth, but still made it a good 10 months.

I’ve tried searching for it but I couldn’t find it anywhere..please help me out?

thnx n hope to hear from you.


I can’t think of what post he might be referring to.  Anyone have and ideas?



13 thoughts on “Neb needs a little help”

  1. Big Hug Neb. It’s horrible to lose a beloved pet. My heart goes out to you.

    Here’s a poem that I posted when my Bella died:

    From Friend to Friend You’re giving me a special gift, so sorrowfully endowed.
    And through these last few cherished days, your courage makes me proud.
    But really, love is knowing when your best friend is in pain.
    And understanding earthly acts will only be in vain.
    So looking deep into your eyes, beyond, into your soul, I see in you the magic, that will once more make me whole.
    The strength that you possess is why I look to you today, to do this thing that must be done.
    For it’s the only way.
    That strength is why I’ve followed you and chose you as my friend.
    And why I’ve loved you all these years, my partner til the end.
    Please, understand just what this gift you’re giving, means to me.
    It gives me back the strength I’ve lost and all my dignity.
    You take a stand on my behalf, for that is what friends do.
    And know that what you do is right, for I believe it too.
    So one last time, I breathe your scent, and through your hand i feel, The courage that’s within you, to now grant me this appeal.
    Cut the leash that holds me here, dear friend, and let me run.
    Once more a strong and steady dog, my pain and struggle done.
    And don’t despair my passing, for I won’t be far away.
    Forever here, within your heart, and memory I will stay.
    I’ll be there watching over you, your ever faithful friend.
    And in your memories I’ll run… …a young dog once again.

    • Beautiful. Wish I could take comfort from this regarding my 5 orphaned kittens, but they died because of the vet’s incompetence.

  2. Thanks Scott! I was looking for this article too when my friends dog died, but couldn’t find it either.

  3. Scott’s post is what I was thinking of. I came across this yesterday and maybe it will help.

    I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
    I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
    I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
    “It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

    I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
    You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
    I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
    I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

    I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
    I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
    I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
    I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said ” it’s me.”

    You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
    I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
    It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
    To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
    You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
    In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

    The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
    and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
    And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
    I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
    I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

    Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.

  4. You might be able to use this one. Most of probably heard it.

    The Rainbow Bridge

    Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
    When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

    All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
    They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

    You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

    Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

    Author unknown…

  5. I found a longer version of the story posted above- I’m sure this is what Neb meant.

    Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

    I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

    As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

    The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker ‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

    The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
    Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”

    Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.

    He said,”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The Six-year-old continued,

    ”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

    Live simply.

    Love generously.

    Care deeply.

    Speak kindly.

    Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

    When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

    Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

    Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.

    Take naps.

    Stretch before rising.

    Run, romp, and play daily.

    Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

    Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

    On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

    On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

    When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

    Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

    Be loyal.

    Never pretend to be something you’re not.

    If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

    When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.



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