Originally Posted by Ironman433
(Post 2605050)
Oh, my God... My dear, dear, sweet lil' Spikie... Daddy is so very sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most! You were always there to give me comfort even when I didn't realize how much I needed you or how comforting it was just knowing that you could sence my feelings and were there for me just in case... :cry8: I am so sorry... So very, very sorry that I let you down.
Two days ago my loyal friend drowned in our swimming pool as I laid awake in bed ten feet away thinking about myself and my day ahead. Meanwhile on the other side of our doors, my best friend in the whole world died a horrable, agonizing death filled with fear and desperate panic as his mate searched helplessly for a way to help him as she she watched him die in the most cruel manner I can think of and the overwhelming guilt and pain is driving me crazy beyond belief... I can stop thinking about his poor poor helpless face searching for me to come and save him from this and I never, ever came! Oh, my ****ing God, my God, how I hate not hearing him and not being abe to rescue him. The pain is almost unbearable at times and that immage of his panic stricken little face will not leave my mind no matter how hard I try to think of how he used to make my wife and I laugh until we were in tears at his sweet, lovable antics. I have never know a dog like Spike. He was a great watch dog - mostly because of his pure, sweet innosence and curiousity. He genuinely loved everyone and was so kind and gentle. He never wanted to harm anything ever... Thoughts of biting or hurting anything never once crossed his mind ever - even in play... That he could do such a thing just never crossed his mind even for a second. It kills me to think that such a kind hearted, loving soul like Spike had to die in such an agonizing, slow, terrifying manner... My God, this is just so unfair... I will never be able to fogive myself for not being able to help him when I know that seeing my face was the last thoughts... Last hope he had... And I let him down. Oh, my God, Spikie... Daddy is so, so sorry...
He used to usually sleep either right by my side or right between my legs (gee, thanks, Spike... Daddy is so comfy now!) where he felt safe and secure and Gypsy would sleep on the other side of Carie... They kept us tucked in at night whether we wanted to be or not, but the four of us loved it and we all felt warm and safe together. We even had to buy poor little Spikie some steps so that he could get up there... Gypsy could jump up there, but his little legs just couldn't quite make it. We used to laugh before we got the steps about him being like a pop up (on your computer) or one of those gophers down at Chuck E. Cheese... He was such a sweet little nut case... So much personality... He was like a lovable, grumpy old man trapped in an adorable toy doggie's body.
We had taught them where the stairs were and how to get out of the pool and had put them in and made them do it on many occasions so we never once worried that this might happen after that. Maybe once a week we would let them stay outside so we could get a good nights rest without worrying about rolling over on them or accidently launching them across the room if they were by your feet. And that was just fine by Spike... It was like going camping to him and he was like a Beat Cop on patrol keeping gaurd over his castle. He was happy to alert you if a bird flew into his air space or if a clump of leaves stirred without getting his permission... He was the grounds security gaurd and it was a job he loved and took as seriously as a heart attack! He was so funny to watch - every 10 minutes he had to make his rounds... Then he would come back and lay down. If Domino's rang the door bell on TV, he was at the door in a flash to see who was there... "It's the TV, moron... Sit down, goofy!" He was so funny... God, how I miss him so... :eyetearssI can't even sleep without him being right there at my side. Now with this haunting immage of his desperate face franticly searching for me to help him, I wonder if I will ever be able to sleep the sleep of the just ever again... This just may be the death of both of us as I don't know how to cope with the fact that I was probably wide awake only ten feet from where he spent his last moments terrified in agony and fear... I hate myself for not being there and for him not being on our bed where he belonged...
:rbyorkie: Good bye, my precious little friend... I know that you have already made an excuse and fogiven me for not being there just as you always have - now I just wish that I could do the same. Take care, Spikie! Your daddy loves you and will have a pocket full of those little pig ears you loved so much when I see you again... You be sure and let God know that daddy's at the door, OK, Spikie... I love you! :cry8: |