dogghr
Well-Known Member
Well let me see if I can do this. A post not really that should be on deer forum especially in the middle of the most important part of the year for many of us. But I suppose since I made the vague comment on another post, an explanation is in order.
August of this year was a rough month for me. First my dog of 15 years died unexpectantly. Always having a dog but this one was by far the best I’d owned. Rescued from the gas chamber as a pound puppy mixed breed, it became obvious she was a good bit of Australian Shepherd. If you never owned a herding dog, they are amazing to watch. A 30 pounder capable of taking on a 2000 # hunk of meat, making it go wherever the dog pushed. They nip at the heels of cattle or sheep, and can back up faster than most can run, all the while keeping their eye on the aggravated cattle.
She always was by my side whatever doing at the farm till she began to age. Somehow she even
understood which way a felled tree would fall, I never had to make her move to safer place. Certainly will miss her begging to tag along to the farm.
Then a week later a much greater loss. My son passed in an accident at the lake apparently triggered by a seizure of which he often dealt with. I can’t put into words here that loss. He was my son, friend, companion, and teacher. His smile and caring attitude would light up anyone he met.
While I consider death simply a transition to that we strive for on this earth, it still hurts beyond description that loss. And while I am happy that his life was in tune with God at this time, the void left behind is still robbing me of sleep, and leaving an emptiness that I can’t explain.
Living in a small town of some 30000 people, we all basically know each other and interconnect with our families, jobs, etc. He had touched so many lives and as anyone would begin to share with me their experience, I knew it would involve tales of his big smile and love for others. I can’t express how overwhelmed I was by the show of love from the community as nearly a thousand people would pass thru the viewing line that night.
He will be sorely missed by me and others, and especially his two young children, but I was fortunate that God shared him with me for those short 39 years. Probably this late night rambling will make little since but as always, I do appreciate the many online and realtime friends I have made over the years on this site. Thanks for that.
This partial quote of a song came to me the morning of his celebration where I gave his eulogy, and I know it is certainly a good description of his life this year.
Grander earth has quaked before
Moved by the sound of his voice
Seas that are shaken and stirred
Can be calmed and broken for my regard
And far be it from me to not believe
Even when my eyes can’t see
And this mountain that’s in front of me
Will be thrown into the sea
And though it all, through it all
My eyes are on You
And it is well with me. —— Bethel Music
August of this year was a rough month for me. First my dog of 15 years died unexpectantly. Always having a dog but this one was by far the best I’d owned. Rescued from the gas chamber as a pound puppy mixed breed, it became obvious she was a good bit of Australian Shepherd. If you never owned a herding dog, they are amazing to watch. A 30 pounder capable of taking on a 2000 # hunk of meat, making it go wherever the dog pushed. They nip at the heels of cattle or sheep, and can back up faster than most can run, all the while keeping their eye on the aggravated cattle.
She always was by my side whatever doing at the farm till she began to age. Somehow she even
understood which way a felled tree would fall, I never had to make her move to safer place. Certainly will miss her begging to tag along to the farm.
Then a week later a much greater loss. My son passed in an accident at the lake apparently triggered by a seizure of which he often dealt with. I can’t put into words here that loss. He was my son, friend, companion, and teacher. His smile and caring attitude would light up anyone he met.
While I consider death simply a transition to that we strive for on this earth, it still hurts beyond description that loss. And while I am happy that his life was in tune with God at this time, the void left behind is still robbing me of sleep, and leaving an emptiness that I can’t explain.
Living in a small town of some 30000 people, we all basically know each other and interconnect with our families, jobs, etc. He had touched so many lives and as anyone would begin to share with me their experience, I knew it would involve tales of his big smile and love for others. I can’t express how overwhelmed I was by the show of love from the community as nearly a thousand people would pass thru the viewing line that night.
He will be sorely missed by me and others, and especially his two young children, but I was fortunate that God shared him with me for those short 39 years. Probably this late night rambling will make little since but as always, I do appreciate the many online and realtime friends I have made over the years on this site. Thanks for that.
This partial quote of a song came to me the morning of his celebration where I gave his eulogy, and I know it is certainly a good description of his life this year.
Grander earth has quaked before
Moved by the sound of his voice
Seas that are shaken and stirred
Can be calmed and broken for my regard
And far be it from me to not believe
Even when my eyes can’t see
And this mountain that’s in front of me
Will be thrown into the sea
And though it all, through it all
My eyes are on You
And it is well with me. —— Bethel Music
