Marecki on 21/6/2006 at 02:12
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<img src="http://student.if.pw.edu.pl/~cyberman/whisky.jpg" alt="Press is boring">
1992.03.21 - 2006.06.14
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Bye-bye, Whisky...
TJKeranen on 21/6/2006 at 04:59
:(
Looking at that picture I can just hear him/her letting out a deep sigh.
mol on 21/6/2006 at 07:29
:(
*sigh*
I'm very sorry for your loss. I can relate to what you must be feeling right now. I have two dogs myself, and love them dearly.
LesserFollies on 21/6/2006 at 14:16
Aw, I'm sorry to hear she's gone.
Looked like a very fine speckled pup indeed.
*hugs*
Convict on 21/6/2006 at 14:46
I love my family dog too a lot and will be upset when his time comes. Sorry to hear of your loss.:(
Vasquez on 21/6/2006 at 17:35
:( :( :(
Tocky on 21/6/2006 at 23:57
I love pointers. Very smart and affectionate dogs. They are most happy when hunting. My father would train them in the old southern way to flush quail and in my mind I see thier tails darting through the tall golden sedge of autum following the scent and the urge of thier breeding. Also they seem to have a very ancient and tolerant soul thus the Dark Crystal reference felt especially apt. Sorry for your loss. A good dog is the simplest and best of friends.
Marecki on 22/6/2006 at 22:26
Thanks, everyone. Although Whisky never actually went hunting and received no training in this direction, she obviously had inherited something here from her (hunting) parents - there was no bird, squirrel or any other small animal, nor a big one come to think of it, which she wouldn't chase. It was especially memorable to see her hunting hens, ducks or geese with her twin sister, who is owned by my parents' friends, when they were young - they worked in perfect harmony. And even in her recent days, when she was already almost deaf and starting to suffer from her eventually-terminal illness (she had the Cushing's syndrome - manage to live with it for about a year too, which apparently is quite a feat for a dog even with a lot of medical attention...), she loved to follow animals' trails in the forest or chase after pheasants hiding in the corn just outside the forest.
Just before I left for California there was a really bad week for her, but thanks to her doctor's expert assistance she managed to pull it through and according to my parents she actually came back to really good health again. The deterioration came quickly; apparently it was all over in three days. Apparently she knew, in her simple biological way, the end was coming. My parents and my brother buried her in the forest she always loved to roam in.
It is worse for everyone back home, of course. After all they have a house full of her presence... I believe they have already decided to get a new dog soon. "Some kind with soft flapping ears". The legacy lives on :)
Gillie on 23/6/2006 at 00:16
I am so sorry about the loss of your Dog.:( I do know exactly how you feel.I have lost dogs and cats. The last dog I lost a German Shepherd called Jade. I have beautiful memories of.I rescued her and had her for 10 more Years.
Getting another will help the void.You won't forget her,but will have wonderful memories.:)
