[dargo]

The reason why I signed up here was because my best friend of 14 years, Hawkeye, passed away last night. My parents got her for us when she was one year old, and I was four at the time. We had gotten her for free from a friend of ours that worked at the vet clinic she was dropped off at, the person who had her before us had gotten ill and he didn't think he'd be able to take care of her anymore.

Now I am almost 19, and I grew up with her. She was just about nine weeks shy of her 15th birthday. Hawkeye was a Siberian Husky/Alaskan Malamute/American Eskimo mix. She was literally the nicest dog I had ever known in my lifetime. She never chased cars, she never barked at people, she never bit anyone, she always just minded herself and greeted everybody she met. I know you think I'm probably making her sound like she was this nice, but she actually was - I knew her for 14 years of my life and I cannot recall a single time she was "mean" in any way. She was so friendly, probably too friendly because I know she would have invited a burglar into the house without a problem.

It was sad how much she had deteriorated in just a week. Last Sunday (the 18th) she ran away from home. I got very worried and it kept me up the whole night, in fact I was up for about 26 hours straight and I missed school the following Tuesday. Luckily the police had found her on Monday the 19th and brought her to the pound, where my mother went to go pick her up the next day. When we brought her home though, she seemed kind of weak and she hardly ate anything. We kept her in the garage, and it was weird it was like she'd get stuck between the cars and she totally forgot how to back up. We thought this was strange and didn't really know what to do but block off all of the passages that we possibly could so that she wouldn't go in them and get stuck. Then we invited her into the house a few times, the first time she could walk up/down the stairs but very slowly, a few times later we had to almost carry her back up. Then she stopped eating, not only dry dogfood like she was used to, but we tried wet and canned dogfood too, she wouldn't eat that. We tried giving her turkey and rice and she wouldn't eat that either. I tried giving her a few treats, and she tried to get one of them down, only to throw it up later. She also puked about three times towards her last week of life, the only thing she tried to get down was water, but often that would get puked up too. It was sad and confusing as to why she went downhill so fast. She wasn't like this at all before she had gone missing on Sunday the 18th, so I don't know if she was just tired, or if she got a cold, or if it was just her time to go.

15 years is a long life for a husky, and I enjoyed every minute we had her. My last words to her were "I love you, Hawkeye". I had also told her that the whole family loved her, everyone that met her loved her, that she was irreplaceable and the best dog I'll ever have, that she was everything a dog should be, and that I would see her in a couple of hours after work. I also told her I was sorry about the times that I made her feel sad, like when she'd bark a lot and I'd tell her to "shut up" (yes it was very annoying at the time, it is any time a dog barks constantly - especially for no reason, now I feel like a jerk about it but I'm glad I told her I was sorry about it.) She passed away at 5:30pm last night with my father at her side, telling her what a good dog she had been and patting her head.

When I got home from work four hours after her passing, I sat there with her body for about ten minutes scratching behind her ears and petting her head - just like she had always liked. I cried silently and told her how much I loved her and how all of the past years had been so well-enjoyed because of her. I told her that if I ever had another dog I'd name it after her in honor of her. I hope her spirit heard me.

Now that she's gone, I feel pretty depressed. A big piece of me feels lost, I cry from time to time. I wish she was still here, but I also know that she's not suffering, she's not throwing up, and she's not in any pain. I know that nothing lasts forever, but I always thought she would - I always dreaded the day I would have to say goodbye to her. Today when I came home and opened the garage door, for just a split second I expected to see her pop out from under it, but then I remembered everything from yesterday that I didn't want to remember. My world will never be the same without Hawkeye, she was the best dog I could ever have asked for, I wish I could hug her now and pet her head and tell her that I love her - but I can't. I can only cry and remember what a nice dog she was, like I am now. If there is a heaven, I hope that she is there, and that I can someday see her again after my earthly life. I miss her so much.

Rest in peace, Hawkeye.

[LeRoymydog]

RIP Hawkeye!! Run free at the bridge.

[CrzyBritNAmerica]

I am SO sorry for your loss! Just feel happy that she spend 14 great years in your care! I know she's in a happy place right now! RIP Hawkeye!

[Petitetot]

I am so sorry for you and I understand how you feel. Big hugs.

[dotd]

i feel for you.../ i lost my oakley 2 months ago today. it took a month untill i stopped crying and it slowly improved now i have sweet memories. i have heard that when a dog or cat is dying, it will leave if possible.

[kaysbaby@sbcglobal.net]

Originally Posted by dargo

The reason why I signed up here was because my best friend of 14 years, Hawkeye, passed away last night. My parents got her for us when she was one year old, and I was four at the time. We had gotten her for free from a friend of ours that worked at the vet clinic she was dropped off at, the person who had her before us had gotten ill and he didn't think he'd be able to take care of her anymore.

Now I am almost 19, and I grew up with her. She was just about nine weeks shy of her 15th birthday. Hawkeye was a Siberian Husky/Alaskan Malamute/American Eskimo mix. She was literally the nicest dog I had ever known in my lifetime. She never chased cars, she never barked at people, she never bit anyone, she always just minded herself and greeted everybody she met. I know you think I'm probably making her sound like she was this nice, but she actually was - I knew her for 14 years of my life and I cannot recall a single time she was "mean" in any way. She was so friendly, probably too friendly because I know she would have invited a burglar into the house without a problem.

It was sad how much she had deteriorated in just a week. Last Sunday (the 18th) she ran away from home. I got very worried and it kept me up the whole night, in fact I was up for about 26 hours straight and I missed school the following Tuesday. Luckily the police had found her on Monday the 19th and brought her to the pound, where my mother went to go pick her up the next day. When we brought her home though, she seemed kind of weak and she hardly ate anything. We kept her in the garage, and it was weird it was like she'd get stuck between the cars and she totally forgot how to back up. We thought this was strange and didn't really know what to do but block off all of the passages that we possibly could so that she wouldn't go in them and get stuck. Then we invited her into the house a few times, the first time she could walk up/down the stairs but very slowly, a few times later we had to almost carry her back up. Then she stopped eating, not only dry dogfood like she was used to, but we tried wet and canned dogfood too, she wouldn't eat that. We tried giving her turkey and rice and she wouldn't eat that either. I tried giving her a few treats, and she tried to get one of them down, only to throw it up later. She also puked about three times towards her last week of life, the only thing she tried to get down was water, but often that would get puked up too. It was sad and confusing as to why she went downhill so fast. She wasn't like this at all before she had gone missing on Sunday the 18th, so I don't know if she was just tired, or if she got a cold, or if it was just her time to go.

15 years is a long life for a husky, and I enjoyed every minute we had her. My last words to her were "I love you, Hawkeye". I had also told her that the whole family loved her, everyone that met her loved her, that she was irreplaceable and the best dog I'll ever have, that she was everything a dog should be, and that I would see her in a couple of hours after work. I also told her I was sorry about the times that I made her feel sad, like when she'd bark a lot and I'd tell her to "shut up" (yes it was very annoying at the time, it is any time a dog barks constantly - especially for no reason, now I feel like a jerk about it but I'm glad I told her I was sorry about it.) She passed away at 5:30pm last night with my father at her side, telling her what a good dog she had been and patting her head.

When I got home from work four hours after her passing, I sat there with her body for about ten minutes scratching behind her ears and petting her head - just like she had always liked. I cried silently and told her how much I loved her and how all of the past years had been so well-enjoyed because of her. I told her that if I ever had another dog I'd name it after her in honor of her. I hope her spirit heard me.

Now that she's gone, I feel pretty depressed. A big piece of me feels lost, I cry from time to time. I wish she was still here, but I also know that she's not suffering, she's not throwing up, and she's not in any pain. I know that nothing lasts forever, but I always thought she would - I always dreaded the day I would have to say goodbye to her. Today when I came home and opened the garage door, for just a split second I expected to see her pop out from under it, but then I remembered everything from yesterday that I didn't want to remember. My world will never be the same without Hawkeye, she was the best dog I could ever have asked for, I wish I could hug her now and pet her head and tell her that I love her - but I can't. I can only cry and remember what a nice dog she was, like I am now. If there is a heaven, I hope that she is there, and that I can someday see her again after my earthly life. I miss her so much.

Rest in peace, Hawkeye.

sorry for your loss I do feel the pain of a loved one gone it is a hard thing to go thru I myself loss a dog matsi less then a year ago, I still think about her , the pain will ease but the memories you will have for ever.Do not let any one tell you the pain is not real or that you are crazy for feeling so sad go ahead and feel sad but remember to smile about all the goood times you two had -hold those close to your heart and move forward that would be what your friend would want. take care.