A couple of weeks ago my grandparents had to make the incredibly difficult decision to have their dog Nessie put down. She meant a lot to me, being the closest thing to a pet I've had in my adolescent/adult life. She was one of the big reasons I looked forward to visiting my grandparents. She lit up their home and brightened the day of anyone she met.
I'm incredibly grateful that she did not suffer very long and that she lived a life that was full of love, even if it was a little bit shorter than I would have liked. I'm also happy that I was able to visit her one last time before she began her health slide.
Nessie was one of the best doggies I've ever met, and I'll never forget how much she meant to me.
Nessie 2004-2015
Near this Spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human Ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog who was born in Newfoundland May 1803 and died at Newstead Nov. 18th, 1808
When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth, Unknown to Glory, but upheld by Birth, The sculptor???s art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below. When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been. But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his Master???s own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the Soul he held on earth ??? While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power ??? Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye, who behold perchance this simple urn, Pass on ??? it honours none you wish to mourn. To mark a friend???s remains these stones arise; I never knew but one -- and here he lies.
~Lord Byron, Epitaph to a Dog
Temptasian
Ryan I'm literally going to cry..............
18 years, 3 months & 29 days ago 26th Dec 2015 21:11
oh wow, im so sorry Ryan. Im glad that my angel costume got to be part of this, i wish i could have give you a better deal on it, such a great cause
18 years, 6 months & 19 days ago 5th Oct 2015 20:24
What a lovely way to memorialize her.
Again I am very sorry about your little fluffy lady.
18 years, 6 months & 19 days ago 5th Oct 2015 18:40
Ryan my heart hurts for you. Rest in peace sweet fluffy Nessie.
18 years, 6 months & 19 days ago 5th Oct 2015 17:45
She looks a lot like a family dog we lost last year...her name was Shadow. Rest in peace, Nessie. It's always sad to see a furry friend go
18 years, 6 months & 19 days ago 5th Oct 2015 16:55
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