Goodbye, old friend. (819 hits)
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Submitted by Rhymenocerous (View user info) at 2007-12-05 09:34:46 EST
"Casey! Caaaaaasey!" I called out through the brisk winter air. After a few moments of silence I heard some dry leaves crackle at the edge of the tree line. In one fast blur, she burst through the bushes and towards me, tackled me and licked my face.
"Ohhhh! Good girl, Casey! Such a good puppy dog!" I laughed out as we played in the fields for what seemed like forever. As the sun began to set, Casey and I began our walk home. This was the last night her and I would ever share.
Casey was a 7 year old Brown Lab. As active and happy as the day we got her. I was 12 at the time. I had known her since I was 5. She was my best friend. I would come home from school every day to see her bright brown eyes as she sat at the glass sliding door, wagging her tail in anxious excitement. We would play for hours every day. Be it running through the trails behind my house, playing frisbee, chasing our cats, or annoying our neighbors. She was my best friend.
For 7 years she was loyal. She was kind. Never barked, never bit or chewed, never ran away, never put up a fuss. Always loyal, always kind. She was the kind of dog you saw and got that warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart. She was a fantastic dog. She would bring me toys when I stayed home sick. She would nuzzle up next to me while I slept. I'd share my dreams and aspirations with her at night. She'd listen and not judge me. She was always there. She was the best dog this world has ever known.
We walked home that cold winter day as the sun set. Along the dirt trail you could see fresh prints of animals. Were they other dogs? Coyotes? Wolves? I had no idea, nor did I care. With Casey by my side, the whole world could collapse and I wouldn't feel a thing. We continued on our way down the trail and began to take a short-cut through a small clearing. As we got near the middle, I heard a crackle along the tree line. I assumed it was a squirrel or chipmunk. We took a few steps further, I glanced up and froze. She did the same. I was unable to see clearly what I was looking at, yet my body was frozen with terror. Glowing eyes near an old Pine Tree. Another set on the other side. Big, black figures stalking behind the eyes in the shadows of the setting sun. I tried to speak but could form no words. Only short gasps of air. They could smell my fear.
I finally whispered to Casey, "Don't worry, girl. It's ok." She looked up at me and huffed. She had a look in her eye like she would never see me again. I pat her on the head and again told her it would be ok. She turned back to stare down the beasts that approached. I grabbed hold of her collar and in one quick flash, 4 Coyotes burst from the tree line, dashed through the waist-high grass and were headed right for us. Time stood still. I could see the drool dripping from their fangs, the bloodlust in their eyes. I tried to scream but found myself on the ground as Casey took off towards them. I shouted out for her to come back. She jumped and hit one head on. She bit another on the neck as the 3rd sunk it's teeth into her leg. She screamed out with pain. I wanted to help. I had to help. The 4th lunged at her from the rear of the back and bit into her neck. She turned to look at me, as if to tell me to run. Tears streaked down my face as I got up and ran towards the trail. I stopped at the edge of the clearing and looked back. All I could see was the 4 black figures in a frenzy below the tall grass. I turned and ran for dear life. A few moments later one let out a bone chilling scream that I can still hear to this day. Their job was done.
I got home in a mess of tears and panic. I told my Mom and Dad what had happened. Dad grabbed his shotgun and pistol and we jogged back along the trail. We came upon the clearing. Dad fired a few shots in the air. I held him tight. He held my hand as we walked to the middle of the field. There was Casey. Somehow, still alive. Blood covered the flattened grass. Dad slung the shotgun over his shoulder and picked Casey up. We quickly ran to his truck and sped to the animal hospital. I was in the waiting room as Dad carried her into the doctor's office. I saw into Casey's eyes one more time. A look of pain, a look of sorrow. She was able to muster out one small bark. The kind of bark she would make while we were playing. She knew I was ok. She could rest easy.
Goodbye, old friend.
User Reviews
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-12-07 04:55:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't understand. What is this dead dog thing on Uber lately? Is it a bandwagon I missed? Or a conspiracy....?
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2007-12-07 04:42:21 EST (#)
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Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2007-12-07 09:20:20 GMT (#)
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WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH EVERY CUNTS DOG DIEING AROUND HERE LATELY?
Submitted by Sphagnum (user info) at 2007-12-06 23:04:33 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
What is it with you seppo cunts and your fucking dogs? Are the people over there so fucking unbearable that you decide to worship your dog like it is some kind of alien ass wrangler?
Get out of the fucking house and meet PEOPLE, you bunch of fucking losers.
Submitted by TonyDanza (user info) at 2007-12-06 09:22:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
*weeps*
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-12-06 01:28:36 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2007-12-05 19:20:22 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Hey, I don't stop by Uber to get depressed, asshead.
I stop by to laugh and show off my superiority on a daily basis.
Poor doggie.
Submitted by Tjhom (user info) at 2007-12-05 18:47:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
My dog would have disappeared over the horizon at the mere suggestion of a coyote.
But luckily i'm an experienced street fighter.
Submitted by triangle_man (user info) at 2007-12-05 15:14:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2007-12-05 14:14:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The most lethal animal in my country is the maori.
I kid, I kid, seriously though - I love living in a place where, if you get lost in the bush cos you got high with your friends and decided to talk a 'walk' and end up fuck knows where - it'll only be starvation that you will die of and not some massive bear.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2007-12-05 13:37:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Relevant...sorry http://www.ubersite.com/m/113364
Submitted by Hilarity_Ensues (user info) at 2007-12-05 13:34:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:16:33 EST (#)
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I'm not crying, there's just something in my eye.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-12-05 13:31:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-12-05 13:30:52 EST (#)
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-12-05 12:53:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Maybe this isn't the best time to mention it, but speaking of coyotes and friends, I miss Coyote.
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2007-12-05 12:18:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2007-12-05 11:53:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Maybe the dingo ate your baby.
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2007-12-05 11:47:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
My old pit bull got fucked up by coyotes - her stomach got ripped up and she needed a gazillion stitches. She was a trooper though, and lived to die of cancer like ten years later
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2007-12-05 11:13:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Rhymenocerous (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:30:14 EST (#)
Coyotes have gotten so people-friendly in certain areas... I read this one story of a woman walking her puppy in her back yard a few years ago (maybe 3?). A Coyote ran right up next to her, grabbed the puppy off the leash, and ran back into the woods. The old "they're more scared of you than you are of them" saying is slowly fading away.
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Same in Florida, only it's alligators more often than coyotes. Gators get dogs on leashes almost daily. Dogs are faster than 'gators, but humans aren't. So the gator jumps after the dog, the dog bails out but is restrained by the leash in the not-letting-go human, the dog rebounds right at the gator, at which point the human lets go and begins trying to make themselves believe that their dog just saved their life.
Submitted by czwij (user info) at 2007-12-05 11:06:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
now if you had a pet turtle, this wood never have happened.
i would give it a 1, but it hardly made me smile...
it really isnt a kicker of ass.
we need more numbers here!
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-12-05 11:04:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
nicely done
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:48:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Rhymenocerous (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:30:14 EST (#)
Coyotes have gotten so people-friendly in certain areas... I read this one story of a woman walking her puppy in her back yard a few years ago (maybe 3?). A Coyote ran right up next to her, grabbed the puppy off the leash, and ran back into the woods. The old "they're more scared of you than you are of them" saying is slowly fading away.
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I know that in Virginia, where I grew up without coyotes, they are making an invasion.
The county where I grow up pays $75.00 per head for them now.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:42:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I actually got teary eyed. I had a lab, though golden, with a pink nose, that I grew up with. Luckily she died of old age.
The last dog to die on me, got mauled by some unknown larger dog, or possibly a coyote, and died on the vet's table after anesthesia.
I cried.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:31:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
the word "meme" has become cliche, along with "anthtropomorphic" and, if you're a Sox fan, "schadenfreude."
Submitted by Rhymenocerous (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:30:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-12-05 09:47:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I really want to believe this is fiction, but I don't think so.
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Coyotes have gotten so people-friendly in certain areas... I read this one story of a woman walking her puppy in her back yard a few years ago (maybe 3?). A Coyote ran right up next to her, grabbed the puppy off the leash, and ran back into the woods. The old "they're more scared of you than you are of them" saying is slowly fading away.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:21:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No more! No more damned 'my dog up and died on me' posts! It has become a cliché.
I move that it be placed amongst the forbiden memes, to spend eternity with lolcats and all your base are belong to us.
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-12-05 10:16:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm not crying, there's just something in my eye.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2007-12-05 09:55:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wasn't this the plot of Look Who's Talking Now? I think Danny Devito played the heroic canine.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-12-05 09:47:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I really want to believe this is fiction, but I don't think so.
My Casey was a 14-year old male dalmatian and I miss him every day. But he was old and sick- I'd be devastated if it were an attack like this.