RIP
***Rajah
1991-2009
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She was with us for sixteen of her eighteen years. When we got her from the shelter they told us that she had a little problem with running away. She would scale the six-foot chainlink fence every night and take off.
In the morning she'd be waiting by the front door.
When we took her home we left her in the house while we went to get her some dog food. When we came back she was gone and the screen was off the window over the sink.
A pattern that would continue for her whole life.
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That dog would not be domesticated. She lived life on her own terms.
We are lucky to have had her.
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Go easy, friend. We will miss you.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 9:03 PM
12 Comments:
I'm so sorry. How wonderful to have had her for all those years.
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this is very difficult for me; dogs are holy and their every moment with us is a blessing. sometimes i think they understand us better than we ourselves, and their companionship --their loyalty, their unwavering love -- is one of the few constants in life.
i can barely stand to read your post. i'm down to one dog now; at one time there were eleven. somehow their spirits continue to dwell within him, and i will be forever grateful for their presence.
such a beautiful face.
i wish you comfort. my dog is my best friend.
I wish you comfort and remembrance and all good things. James is right. Dogs are holy creatures. Rajah came to you with purpose and great wisdom. I don't think she could have found a better family. Peace, brother.
love,
REbecca
Thank you all for your kind thoughts.
I am glad to call you my friends, and I am glad to have you here in my sadness.
I'm glad that Rajah had you and yours for so long....
Jim said it best:
Dogs are holy.
Cats are, too.
Any animal that chooses to stay with us, to bless us with its constant presence is an angel in disguise as far as I'm concerned.
I'm sorry for your loss, friend.
Rajah has taken his place on my blog, along with the story telling he inspired of great dog lives or great dogs great lives.
Beautiful, wild bounder Rajah!
I had a black cat, a stray, named Rajah. Way back in college. He couldn't be domesticated. One early weekend morning I came home to find him nearly dead on my front porch. Called the vet, who began grilling me on whether or not this was really my cat (obviously didn't want to meet me at the clinic at that hour). Without hesitation I strongly assured him that Rajah was indeed my cat.
He was put to sleep in my arms.
All the best to you and yours during this time. Take care,
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