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04 November 2003 @ 06:55 pm
Grieving for a Spaniel  
On Monday morning, we had to put the Cocker Spaniel to sleep, since he was unable to recover from another disturbance of the blood circulation in his brain.

I don't really know why, but there is something about the nature of the internet that made me want to put up a bunch of pictures of him to tell the world how wonderful and absolutely unique he was. How sweet and friendly, how funny, how amazingly creative and persistent whenever it came to shameless food stealing. What a remarkable swimmer he was and how much he adored tennis balls though otherwise completely unsporty...



And his eyes have all the seeming of a puppy who is dreaming

And His Eyes Have All The Seeming of a Puppy Who Is Dreaming


Beach encounters of the third kind

Beach Encounters of the Third Kind


Creature from the black lagoon aka Summer fun

Creature from the Black Lagoon aka Summer Fun


I feel pretty, oh so pretty...

I Feel Pretty, Oh So Pretty...


Quite a dandy

Quite a Dandy


A short break from playing with the neighbourhood kids

A Short Break From Playing with the Neighbourhood Kids

 
 
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Cavendishcavendish on November 4th, 2003 11:58 am (UTC)
:-(
Obituary ;-) to the fluffiest dog ever.

To Quirin, most often called rabbit, jingle bells, and even and some other odd names which would be to hard to explain here.

Why do I feel I feel obliged to say something about him here?
Because, strikingly enough, despite of the boundaries between different species, we shared some things.
First of all, both of us were born April 1st, which does explain a great deal, looking back.
We both love to be cuddled. Can’t get enough of it. The dog liked to be stroked behind his ears – and so actually do I. - The people used to say I have the same way of looking at you than he had: Well, look at the pictures and judge for yourselves.

Then we both do (let stick to the present tense since I am alive) not like dog food. Not at all. We do much prefer more exquisite food. For example we both like trout. We found that out once at a BBQ. I left my freshly grilled trout lying on the ground, to fetch some salad – when I came back, I had got the salad but only half a trout. Well, I think, he enjoyed it more than I would have – being the more unusual food for him.

We both like swimming in rivers or lakes in summer. We even swam together once, in summer, in a local lake – not to far out because the dog would have followed and then wondered how to return afterwards. I guess he trusted people to much.
Then, just like me, he liked television. What is more, just like me he got angry when there was no place on the sofa for him left and he had to sit on the floor. .

One or the other thing separated us. Quirin, for example, was crazy about tennis balls. Loved them, went fetching them, hid them everywhere in the house: Under the cushions of the sofa preferably. The only things I hide there are my mobile and my car keys and I can spent hours finding them later. The dog didn’t care finding them that much.
The love for tennis balls also resulted in a strange behaviour, unknown to me: When his family moved to a place near an orchard with apple bushes rather than apple trees, and the branches hang so low that he could reach them: In autumn, he began to pluck small green apples. Jumped up for the lower hanging ones and tore so long until he got them loose. I guess, he was the only dog in the universe that thought, tennis balls would grow on trees.

When we got angry with him, we threatened to sell him to the next Chinese restaurant. And even despite of that, he never stopped loving us. I guess, that speaks for his character. Nobody has threatened me to sell me to a Chinese restaurant so far, so I do not know what I would do.

Now, that he is gone and has escaped the threat of being cooked forever: Shall I take him who was born on the same day as I was, only some 21 years later, as a memento mori? Well if so, he is the most cute and fluffy memento mori I know of.

F.
Vashtanvashtan on November 5th, 2003 12:08 am (UTC)
Very sweet
A very good obituary - touching and funny. Very strange mixture, but I loved reading it. Maybe I'll write a post about the dogs that I had. Yes, I haven't always been a cat person (or rather, a humble servant in thrall to Her Demonic Majesty Shar Dys). :)
Bimobimo on November 5th, 2003 12:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Very sweet
Your cat is the embodiment of Evil ... *g*

I totally agree about Cavendish's obituary. It clearly has something that makes you want to cry and smile at the same time, and also the words really capture a great deal of how my dog was like.
Cavendishcavendish on November 5th, 2003 01:05 pm (UTC)
thanks, both of you. :-)

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Kathyhkathyh on November 4th, 2003 02:35 pm (UTC)
So sorry about your dog. My brother's dog Spritzer had to be put down in June and the whole family was heartbroken because, though she belonged to my brother, we were all devoted to her. I once read a post from someone who said that their dog had "gone where all the good dogs go" and that's where I like to think Spritzer is, and I'm sure your dog has gone there too. The photos are lovely.
Hmpfhmpf on November 6th, 2003 01:41 pm (UTC)
Sorry to hear.
He looks extremely cute.

Robert Gernhardt's poem works for dogs, too... ('Mit einer Katze leben heißt eine Katze überleben...' - in most cases, anyway.)