Favorite Walk: Stoney Creek, going down the lane at the Indiana farm
Arrival Story: Bowser came to me when my aunt met his owner at the dog groomer. The previous owner's husband had health issues and they could no longer keep Bowser. They were so torn apart having to give him up. My aunt convinced my parents to let me have him and she gave him to me as a surprise. Bowser saw me through so much stuff and he was my best buddy.
Bio: Bowser ended up passing away in 2004 at the age of 15 1/2. He had a few vestibular episodes in his last couple years, but the final time he got sick, a neurologist diagnosed him with a brain tumor. He spent the last day with me, eating treats and laying in the grass. He wasn't able to stand at that point and was very disoriented. He went to the bridge with me holding him and telling him that I loved him. I miss my boy and think about him everyday. The feeling of loss never really goes away.
I vividly remember that day you came to me. They brought you over and simply said, "He's yours!". I was confused because I knew my parents would never let me have a dog. I questioned my uncle and thought that he meant he was keeping you and I could visit when I went over there. But they insisted that you were mine. I finally understood and I took you into my arms and a wonderful friendship began.
I'll never be able to explain to anyone how important you were to me. I talked to you when there was nowhere else to turn. With you around, I was never alone. You were a bit of a rascal at times, always getting in the garbage and having something against Jeff. I never did understand why you hated him so much... But I fought to keep you and you always stayed loyal to me. You were my best buddy and even though times were rough, I never lost hope because you were there.
I remember the walks we took at school and all the trips to Stoney. I loved your little hop run that you did when you saw me. Your ears were so cute when they'd flip up and down. You were so attached to me. Every time I'd leave, you'd cry until I got back. It didn't make the neighbors too happy, and I'm sorry I left you those times.
I thought you'd always be around. I never expected you to get sick or that I would need to make a decision like the one I made that final day. But I couldn't let you suffer any longer. I had watched you decline for almost a week. Dawn took care of you so well in the hospital. But there was no improvement. I wanted you to get better like you had done the first time this happened. But, you were dizzy and disoriented and I couldn't bear to hear your mournful cry. You just layed on your side, hardly even knowing that I was there. You were so depressed those last few days. Even when I took you home and held you close, you cried. The neurologist finally helped me see that I could do no more to help you. He said to enjoy our time together. I took you home, fed you treats and cried, knowing the time was coming soon. I held you tight as the injection was given. I told you I loved you. You went peacefully in my arms. I could never have left you alone. You had been so faithful to me all those years.
I miss you so much. I miss holding you. I miss hearing your bark. I miss seeing you waiting for me to come home. I miss cooking for you. You always had so many lumps and bumps, and I even miss touching those :(. There's such a void without you here. That little wooden box with your ashes is all I have left now and it seems so inadequate.
Bowsie, I think of you all the time. I miss you, my little friend. I would have done anything for you.
I know you're waiting for me somewhere.
Little pawprints in heaven.
I love you so much.
Unfortunately, I don't know who the author is for this poem, but I really can relate to it. All those little things that sort of sneak up on you when you lose a pet, just hit at some odd moments. I think I'm thinking of Bowser because Charlie is so sick and I am most likely going to be facing losing him rather shortly. The whole idea of having to go through grieving again is upon me and it brings back all of the memories and moments that I shared with my heart dog. This poem is part of a memorial for Bowser that have I displayed on my computer stand. I look at this everyday and I still feel a tremendous loss.
Tribute to a best friend
Sunlight streams through window pane unto a spot on the floor....
Then I remember,
It's where you used to lie, but now you are no more.
Our feet walk down a hall of carpet, and muted echoes sound....
Then I remember,
It's where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard along the road, and up beyond the hill,
Then I remember it can't be yours....
Your golden voice is still.
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor and empty muted hall
And lay them with the absent voice and unused dish along the wall.
I'll wrap these treasured memorials in a blanket of my love
And keep them for my best friend until we meet above.
In loving memory of Bowser
December 24, 1988 to June 24, 2004
They say memories are golden, well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you, a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, in death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.