Broken Promise

• by Jackie Brown
• 3 years ago

Charlie was a pit bull who changed this old woman's heart from fear of a pit bull to loving one. Charlie gave me love so loyal and sincere. He belonged to my son, who has PTSD from war. Charlie came to my son battered and broken, scarred inside and out. The day my son found Charlie, they both began the journey of loving and trusting. The bond deepened, and life became richer. What a pair; I love them both. Charlie was my grand dog, I owed him so much for loving my son. Last week, Charlie was diagnosed with cancer in his bowel. Surgery was not the cure. Today Charlie was euthanized with my son and daughter-in-law there. Our hearts are broken, tears are falling. Charlie, we will never forget you. Eventually, to honor you, daddy must find a pitty to love and be loved again. It's all to honor you, my love. You taught grandma that pit bull love is sweet and kind and grabs my heart. Charles Bronson, dad will meet you at the rainbow bridge. Love continues on forever because of a pitty!

• by Allison Whitehead
• 8 years ago

One of my neighbors owns goats and chickens. One specific chicken, I named Chillee. He was black and white and would greet me as I walked in the coop. One day as I headed to my neighbors house I noticed Chillee lyin on the ground, I ran to him. I picked him up and put him back on his feet. Days went by Chillee would fall, and then he couldn't get back up again. I put him into his best and told him to rest because the owner of the chicken thought he might be sick. So I left Chillee alone for a while, and one day my little sister went to milk the goats. She returned home. I asked her how milking the goats went. She lifted her head barely enough for me to read her expression. She was crying. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "Allison, Chillee died." I looked at her in disbelief. My little sister had offered for me to go she Chillee just earlier that day. Instead I went on a bike ride. I now realize my mistake. Died earlier today. I miss my sweet Chillee.

• by Roe Jordan, Philadelphia
• 10 years ago

My dog Bud has been gone over eleven years and not a day goes by that I don't miss him.
Bud was four years old when we got him and from the very start he loved and protected us.
Bud was a gentle and loving Black Lab.
As the years went by Bud grew old; as all dogs do; and his health began to fail. As much as it was going to break my heart, I knew what I had to do. I gained the courage and the strength I needed to let my Bud go (to Heaven)
Before going to the Vet, Bud couldn't even lift his head. As I held him in my arms, I told him (between tears), that I loved him and would miss him forever. Bud lifted his head and kissed me good-bye. At that moment I knew I was doing the right thing for him.
I held my Bud in my arms and cried. As my heart was breaking, I felt his loving heart stop.
I had Bud cremated so that I could keep him near me, but he is never far because he is always in my broken heart.
I LOVE AND MISS YOU BUD!! In Loving Memory of my Bud--1986-2003