And the sun is set
The sun will rise another day
Puck Ohmsford
March 1, 1992 - July 19, 2007
And I wished for so long
Cannot stay
All the precious moments
Cannot stay
It's not like wings have fallen
Cannot stay
I feel something's missing
Cannot say
Holding hands are daughters and sons
And their faiths just falling down, down, down, down
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today
We all walk the long road
Cannot stay
There's no need to say goodbye
All the friends and family
All the memories going round, round, round, round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today
And the wind keeps roaring
And the sky keeps turning gray
And the sun is set
The sun will rise another day
We all walk the long road
Cannot stay
There's no need to say goodbye
All the friends and family
All the memories going round, round, round, round
I have wished for so long
How I wish for you today
How I've wished for so long
How I wish for you today
We all walk the long road
- "Long Road," Pearl Jam
Goodbye, little buddy.
I will remember you until the end of my days.
I'll remember the nighttime walks. I'll remember how you loved to swim, even when I didn't necessarily want you to swim. I'll remember the cookouts, always with a little something for you. The car trips, the hikes, the fun we had.
I'll remember how you never barked, and how you never needed a leash.
I'll remember when you slept in the bed with me when I was lonely.
I'll remember how you always knew when something was wrong; how you would lower your head and lean into me, as if to say, "It's okay."
I'll remember how your eyes lit up and your tail wagged whenever I came home... even today. Especially today.
I love you and I will miss you.
I hope you have a peaceful rest and the pain is gone.
There's no need to say goodbye.
I have to walk my own road now, and I will carry you in my heart.
One day, we'll walk together again.
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posted by Joe at
2:19 PM
17 Comments:
I'm so sad to see Puck go. What a loving tribute to your buddy. Vaya con Dios, Puck. Take care, Joe.
Puckaroni 'n cheese- I'll always remember his pleasant poochie smile and the spirited "excited tail" thumping around when it was walky time.
(((( wiping a tear ))))
Good dog. Good night. Good post.
God bless.
I grilled him a couple of hamburgers.
We went for a walk, if you can call it that in 103 degree heat.
He mostly sniffed around.
Then I gave him about half a pound of ice cream, which was quite exciting.
We sang him the song that is in the post, although, I admit, I was sobbing too hard to get through the words. Thankfully, Stanette picked it up where I just couldn't.
The vet came to the house.
He was on his bed.
I held his head, and told him what a good, good, good boy he was, and that I loved him.
Right after he was gone, Doodlebug came down, sniffed him, touched him and said goodbye.
It's unbearably sad.
He carried me through some really rough times.
God, I love him.
He was an awesome dog. He definitely touched a lot of people.
Two of my best friends, Will Danger and Leo, picked him out as a puppy when they were in grad school at Purdue.
He lived in a farmhouse with them.
Leo lived with him just down the block in Beaver Dam, until he was 7. Of course, being a block away, I sepnt a lot of time with him.
When Tom got a job that involved a really long commute and long days, Puck was left outside. Since I was a block away, with another dog, I started taking him for walks.
Walks turned into overnights.
Then one day, he was mine.
At the law office, I used to bring him to work. Instead of a table, I had a desk, and he would lay underneath it on a bed I kept there for him.
Everyone at work loved him and called him "Business Dog."
(Btw- if you own a business and can set the rules, nothing is better for morale than a dog.)
I took him to Montana for his retirement and spoiled the hell out of him.
I am going to make sure to bring his ashes somewhere special.
Sorry for all this sappiness, but I just wanted to memorialize one of the best friends I ever had.
Uh, I had a table, not a desk.
I'm distraught.
And that is bad for grammar.
Syntax?
Who cares?
It was a table.
So my clients could see when I wasn't wearing pants, which was more frequent than you would think.
Sorry Joe. RIP Puck.
Dude.... you brought a tear to my eye.
RIP Puck!
Sorry for the loss Duder!
sorry for your loss dude, but remember uncle joe is always welcome to visit solomon in b-town. hell, we can come see you or go fishing in big timber if you need a lil duder time with a pup. let me know.
I'm glad Puck is at peace, but so sorry for your loss.
It's easy to see all the love in the world in Puck's eyes as he looks into the camera in a state of complete love and trust. He knew how you felt about him.
It gets hard when you think you hear the patter of little feet in the middle of the night, or when you open the door and for a split-second and think he's there. That'
s the part of his spirit that lives inside you, and always will. It's better to remember (even when it's painful) then to forget.
Thinking of you and Puck. Hang in there.
So sorry Joe; a truly touching tribute and memorial to Puck.
Joe, I wanted to post this when you first said that this was going to happen. My wife wrote it out for me when we put down out first dog and sorry it took me a bit to find it. Anyway, here tis:
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....
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Sorry dude.
Awesome tribute.
I am so moved by this.
You know how I feel about dogs: mine, yours, all of them.
I'm with you.
And so is he.
I thought about Puck a lot today.
I just wanted to tell you that.
I am sorry that your doggie died. He is beautiful. What a great friend to have had.
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