jasong
01-19-2005, 02:01 PM
A Tribute to Mans Best Friend (My Pitbull Named OZ)
When you lose someone dear to you the memories never die, but when you lose a best friend those memories hurt. Yesterday morning around 7:30 a tragic thing happen that will change the way I view life from here on out. My best friend for the past 2 ½ years was hit by a car and rushed to the hospital. You see, the thing of it is, my best friend wasn’t a man or a woman but a dog. Well not just any dog, my dog. The dog of all dogs and the best friend a young man could ever have.
When something like this happens, you go through a ton of emotions. Millions of ideas and thoughts spin around and around in your head. Some good, more bad, but mostly all you care about and want to know is WHY! Why is this happening to me? Why is this happening to him? What did we do that was so bad to make GOD want to take this beloved creature and companion from this earth? See, unlike a human being, a dog only shows eternal love for his master. They are always willing and eager to anything you ask them to do just for a little affection and an occasional treat. Ozzy was no exception. Just the sheer sound of my voice was enough to make him happy. That was easy to see yesterday at the hospital when I saw him lying on the table when I first arrived. It was hard to see him like that and when I called out his name bubby, the nick name I gave him when he was a little puppy, he tried to get up and come over to me. Here is an animal that was just hit very hard by a car, was suffering from internal bleeding, and yet wanted to come over to me and show me love, even though he could barely move.
Over the next 3 to 4 hours I did a lot of praying and wishing. I begged GOD to please not let him go. I asked him to show mercy and help me get through this terrible time. I wondered if I would ever see him play with my son when they get older, and I wondered what my life would be like without him. I told the doctor money was no option and to please fix him up so he can come home with us. I told the doctor to please take good care of him because he’s not done living yet. I told the doctor he’s my best friend and I don’t want him to leave, but finally, I had to tell the doctor to make his pain and suffering stop.
Oz died at 3:22 P.M. on Tuesday January 18th, 2005 at the tender age of 3. After almost 8 hours of fighting, he was just too tired to go on. My fiancé and I held him and talked to him while the doctor administered a lethal dose to help him sleep forever. It was the saddest day of my life so far. Jill and I buried OZ on the hill next to the house last night. We said our final goodbye’s and told him he better be waiting for us at the front door of heaven when we finally get there. As we started to cover him with dirt I felt a piece of me died too. I don’t know if I will ever own another dog after this. His sole mate Mira, their 4 week old puppies, a few photos, and movies are all we have left to remind us of him.
Ozzy was one of a kind and that was obvious. He came to us as a blessing in the shape of a potbelly pig, and he left us with our hearts. He will always be remembered as the dog that ran laps in the house just because he was in the mood to do it. And the dog that would bounce 3 feet in the air at the front door, waiting to go outside. He will be remembered as the dog that would jump through hoops, speak, army crawl, turn around, drop treats on demand, and lay on his side when I would pretend shoot him. And, he will be remembered as the dog that would let you know if he did something wrong just by the way he acted. He will be remembered as the dog with the “big dome piece” and the “pure athlete.” He will be remembered as the dog that loved all animals, especially the ones smaller that him. He will be remembered as the dog that could brighten up my life even when I am at my worse. I will remember his funny looks and the way he would lie on his back with his feet in the air. And I’ll remember how much he loved it when you scratched just above his tail. But most of all I will remember how much he meant to me, and the ones he left behind.
Too often people take things for granite. They just expect things to be there when they get home and everything to be all right. Well that isn’t always the case, and how you remember those ones when there gone will help you get through the days. You know a lot of people say it is better to loved and lost than to have never of loved at all. Well I would have to agree with this. OZ showed me I could love an animal just as much as I could love any person and for that I am ever grateful. So this letter is to you Bubba and all you have done for me. You were an Angel in disguise and I hope to see you again when the time is right. Thank you for everything and may GOD rest your soul.
Love Always
Daddy
www.gabespitbulls.com (http://www.gabespitbulls.com)
When you lose someone dear to you the memories never die, but when you lose a best friend those memories hurt. Yesterday morning around 7:30 a tragic thing happen that will change the way I view life from here on out. My best friend for the past 2 ½ years was hit by a car and rushed to the hospital. You see, the thing of it is, my best friend wasn’t a man or a woman but a dog. Well not just any dog, my dog. The dog of all dogs and the best friend a young man could ever have.
When something like this happens, you go through a ton of emotions. Millions of ideas and thoughts spin around and around in your head. Some good, more bad, but mostly all you care about and want to know is WHY! Why is this happening to me? Why is this happening to him? What did we do that was so bad to make GOD want to take this beloved creature and companion from this earth? See, unlike a human being, a dog only shows eternal love for his master. They are always willing and eager to anything you ask them to do just for a little affection and an occasional treat. Ozzy was no exception. Just the sheer sound of my voice was enough to make him happy. That was easy to see yesterday at the hospital when I saw him lying on the table when I first arrived. It was hard to see him like that and when I called out his name bubby, the nick name I gave him when he was a little puppy, he tried to get up and come over to me. Here is an animal that was just hit very hard by a car, was suffering from internal bleeding, and yet wanted to come over to me and show me love, even though he could barely move.
Over the next 3 to 4 hours I did a lot of praying and wishing. I begged GOD to please not let him go. I asked him to show mercy and help me get through this terrible time. I wondered if I would ever see him play with my son when they get older, and I wondered what my life would be like without him. I told the doctor money was no option and to please fix him up so he can come home with us. I told the doctor to please take good care of him because he’s not done living yet. I told the doctor he’s my best friend and I don’t want him to leave, but finally, I had to tell the doctor to make his pain and suffering stop.
Oz died at 3:22 P.M. on Tuesday January 18th, 2005 at the tender age of 3. After almost 8 hours of fighting, he was just too tired to go on. My fiancé and I held him and talked to him while the doctor administered a lethal dose to help him sleep forever. It was the saddest day of my life so far. Jill and I buried OZ on the hill next to the house last night. We said our final goodbye’s and told him he better be waiting for us at the front door of heaven when we finally get there. As we started to cover him with dirt I felt a piece of me died too. I don’t know if I will ever own another dog after this. His sole mate Mira, their 4 week old puppies, a few photos, and movies are all we have left to remind us of him.
Ozzy was one of a kind and that was obvious. He came to us as a blessing in the shape of a potbelly pig, and he left us with our hearts. He will always be remembered as the dog that ran laps in the house just because he was in the mood to do it. And the dog that would bounce 3 feet in the air at the front door, waiting to go outside. He will be remembered as the dog that would jump through hoops, speak, army crawl, turn around, drop treats on demand, and lay on his side when I would pretend shoot him. And, he will be remembered as the dog that would let you know if he did something wrong just by the way he acted. He will be remembered as the dog with the “big dome piece” and the “pure athlete.” He will be remembered as the dog that loved all animals, especially the ones smaller that him. He will be remembered as the dog that could brighten up my life even when I am at my worse. I will remember his funny looks and the way he would lie on his back with his feet in the air. And I’ll remember how much he loved it when you scratched just above his tail. But most of all I will remember how much he meant to me, and the ones he left behind.
Too often people take things for granite. They just expect things to be there when they get home and everything to be all right. Well that isn’t always the case, and how you remember those ones when there gone will help you get through the days. You know a lot of people say it is better to loved and lost than to have never of loved at all. Well I would have to agree with this. OZ showed me I could love an animal just as much as I could love any person and for that I am ever grateful. So this letter is to you Bubba and all you have done for me. You were an Angel in disguise and I hope to see you again when the time is right. Thank you for everything and may GOD rest your soul.
Love Always
Daddy
www.gabespitbulls.com (http://www.gabespitbulls.com)