I absolutely LOVE this site, and even though I am a VERY new member, and became one due to my newly found love for Tarantulas, I am very fond of this section as well. That's why I decided to start this new threat in tribute to my beloved Golden Retriever "Dollar".
Dollar left this world 2 years ago this month, and the pain of losing him is still very overwhelming at times. He was my very first dog whom I considered my own. I had a dog growing up, but Dollar was bought by me....for me and my family. I bought him in Oklahoma in 1990 for $75.00 - hence his name "Dollar"...so cheap.
When I first bought him he had Parvo, which surfaced 2 days after buying him. The vets back then told me he would most likely die of dehydration, but my husband and I were determinded to get liquids into this cute pup, so we fed him water and soup with a big turkey syringe. Well - Dollar's spirit was quite high because he made it, and was NEVER sick afterwards.
He traveled the world with us. He helped me through thick and thin, he stuck by my side like glue when I was in labor with both kids, he NEVER growled, NEVER bit, NEVER hurt a soul.
He was a very special dog!
He didn't care if I was fat or thin, but he always cared when I was down. He knew how to cheer me up each and every time.
When he was diagnosed with cancer 2 years ago, and given less than 1 month to live, I thought my life was coming to end as well. When the inevitable was evident, I made arrangement with my vet to come to the house, to peacefully help him with the transition. My entire family stayed by Dollar's side as we guided him over "Rainbow's Bridge" as the radio quietly played Celine Dion's "Because You Loved Me".
Many people couldn't or wouldn't understand just why I apparently "wasn't getting over it" weeks later, and I truly learned who my true friends were. Comments like "But he was just a dog", "Can you imagine how she'll be when her parents die", "Come on..life goes one", etc. etc. etc. I felt that nobody understood me, that nobody cared, and so I didn't care either. I didn't care to explain to anybody just how special Dollar was to me, how much I missed him, how much I loved him, and how much I wish I could bring him back.
And in the end...here I am, almost 2 years later, still reminiscing and sometimes even crying about my most beautiful Dollar, who will always be my #1!
Dollar was with us almost 12 years. He taught me invaluable lessons in patience. Most of all he gave himself to us whole-heartedly, loving us unconditionally every moment of his precious life.
DOLLAR, I STILL MISS YOU.
Dollar left this world 2 years ago this month, and the pain of losing him is still very overwhelming at times. He was my very first dog whom I considered my own. I had a dog growing up, but Dollar was bought by me....for me and my family. I bought him in Oklahoma in 1990 for $75.00 - hence his name "Dollar"...so cheap.
When I first bought him he had Parvo, which surfaced 2 days after buying him. The vets back then told me he would most likely die of dehydration, but my husband and I were determinded to get liquids into this cute pup, so we fed him water and soup with a big turkey syringe. Well - Dollar's spirit was quite high because he made it, and was NEVER sick afterwards.
He traveled the world with us. He helped me through thick and thin, he stuck by my side like glue when I was in labor with both kids, he NEVER growled, NEVER bit, NEVER hurt a soul.
He was a very special dog!
He didn't care if I was fat or thin, but he always cared when I was down. He knew how to cheer me up each and every time.
When he was diagnosed with cancer 2 years ago, and given less than 1 month to live, I thought my life was coming to end as well. When the inevitable was evident, I made arrangement with my vet to come to the house, to peacefully help him with the transition. My entire family stayed by Dollar's side as we guided him over "Rainbow's Bridge" as the radio quietly played Celine Dion's "Because You Loved Me".
Many people couldn't or wouldn't understand just why I apparently "wasn't getting over it" weeks later, and I truly learned who my true friends were. Comments like "But he was just a dog", "Can you imagine how she'll be when her parents die", "Come on..life goes one", etc. etc. etc. I felt that nobody understood me, that nobody cared, and so I didn't care either. I didn't care to explain to anybody just how special Dollar was to me, how much I missed him, how much I loved him, and how much I wish I could bring him back.
And in the end...here I am, almost 2 years later, still reminiscing and sometimes even crying about my most beautiful Dollar, who will always be my #1!
Dollar was with us almost 12 years. He taught me invaluable lessons in patience. Most of all he gave himself to us whole-heartedly, loving us unconditionally every moment of his precious life.
DOLLAR, I STILL MISS YOU.
Attachments
Last edited:
