Yesterday George, my best friend of a decade and all round hero died. Unexpectedly at a Riding Club picnic ride. He suffered a huge heart attack while he was walking along in the sunshine enjoying himself.
Sue Ellen says his ears were still pricked in death as the were always in life - which sums him up perfectly.
I am horrified and inconsolable. Raw and lonely. I don't know what to do or feel. Thought if I saw the words in black and white I might believe it actually happened - I know it did because my mind continually replays what happened - but somehow I'm still hoping it was a bad bad dream that I will wake up from any minute.
I won't though. No getting away from the reality of his empty stable, his headcollar still in the trailer and the many open cuts and bruises on my arms and torso from the fall - which remind me what happened everytime I move.
He was only 19, fit as a fiddle and gleaming with health. He wasn't even doing anything strenuous when he died and just minutes before he had bouncing along in the sunshine. It was just his time. Thankfully, although it felt like years, it was all over in no more than 2 mins and ultimately he died doing what he loved - but no matter how much it was a good way to die and I can appreciate that - I want him back.
He died yesterday, the 2nd of June 2008 - exactly the same day a year ago that we had Flora, our beloved GSD, PTS - and bizarrely at almost exactly the same time. At about 12.30pm.
Writing this down is quite cathartic. Hope not too morbid for everyone.
Jude
Sue Ellen says his ears were still pricked in death as the were always in life - which sums him up perfectly.
I am horrified and inconsolable. Raw and lonely. I don't know what to do or feel. Thought if I saw the words in black and white I might believe it actually happened - I know it did because my mind continually replays what happened - but somehow I'm still hoping it was a bad bad dream that I will wake up from any minute.
I won't though. No getting away from the reality of his empty stable, his headcollar still in the trailer and the many open cuts and bruises on my arms and torso from the fall - which remind me what happened everytime I move.
He was only 19, fit as a fiddle and gleaming with health. He wasn't even doing anything strenuous when he died and just minutes before he had bouncing along in the sunshine. It was just his time. Thankfully, although it felt like years, it was all over in no more than 2 mins and ultimately he died doing what he loved - but no matter how much it was a good way to die and I can appreciate that - I want him back.
He died yesterday, the 2nd of June 2008 - exactly the same day a year ago that we had Flora, our beloved GSD, PTS - and bizarrely at almost exactly the same time. At about 12.30pm.
Writing this down is quite cathartic. Hope not too morbid for everyone.
Jude