Monday, May 6, 2013

Come Monday...An Ode to Obie

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

Our beloved Obie was called home yesterday afternoon to chase squirrels in our Heavenly Father’s Kingdom of Heaven while waiting for our turn to join him there.  No, I cannot say, “Thus saith the Lord,” regarding the certainty of our beloved pets spending all of eternity with us in His Kingdom, but it sure makes a lot of sense to me.  After all, if a lion can lay down with a lamb, how could there not be a place for such a sweet puppy like Obie?

In our home, a dog is only referred to as being a dog when they are in trouble—regardless of how old they may be, and Obie was 14 when he passed quite peacefully while lying in Arlynda’s lap.  Despite our great sorrow, it was actually a blessing.  For he had become completely blind several months ago, and for the last few days, he would throw up within a couple of hours almost everything we tried to feed him.

I am sorry.  That is the best picture I could find of Obie, and I have not tried to do much with Photoshop Elements 9 yet.  That is him on the right, with Trixe being on the left.  No, my mother-in-law does not have as much of a mustache as it would seem from that photo.

Obie was the first of our rescue puppies.  Be assured that they are the ones who have done the rescuing, and we were blessed with Obie’s love for 10 years.

Alas, squirrels were the bane of his existence in this world.  Do you think our Heavenly Father just might allow and enable him to actually catch one now?

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  1. I'm so sorry for your loss. Loosing a loved one, as Obie certainly was, is always hard even when you know that it's for the best, and the suffering is over.

  2. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Cherie!!! Yes, that is a very good attitude to have about the loss of loved one. For it is much better for their suffering to end much sooner than later, and if being in Heaven is anything like what I can imagine it being, any time spent apart from a loved one in this world will not be missed there, forevermore. AMEN!!!

  3. My condolences - losing a fur friend is just as sad as losing a human friend...

  4. How sad when a family member leaves. Sounds a good dog mind.

  5. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Grace!!! Yes, it most certainly is. Thank you for your concern.

  6. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Adullamite!!! He was so sweet to everyone and everything...except squirrels.

  7. I love Anonymous...that was such a loving tribute they left to Obie....and turbo software or whatever that was about. Sigh.


    I'm so sorry to hear that you lost your dear friend, Obie. Oh, losing an animal friend is the worst sort of sorrow--we just miss them so much when they depart. There is just something gentle and wonderful about living with an animal friend--they add so much to our lives--and so many times we don't realize how much until you go to reach for them and they aren't there.

    I hope you find happiness and comfort in your memories of Obie....even if it is remembering how he chased the squirrels. And I hope for his sake, they let him catch one or two of them in heaven. :)

  8. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lin!!! Be assured that I greatly appreciate your compassion. We are missing him terribly, but we are happy about him not having to suffer any longer. Oh, and since our Heavenly Father really does have a delightful sense of humor, He just might be having the squirrels chasing him! (All in great fun, of course.)

  9. This saddens me that you've lost your beloved pet. I have my two furry four-legged rascally mates and I'd be totally lost without them. They are my good mates and I love them dearly.

    Our pets mean so much to us and play a huge role in our lives.

    RIP, Obie. You were much loved.

  10. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! Alas, our Stuart Little Bit is around the same age as Obie was, and he has congestive heart failure. So far, the pills we got from the vet seem to be working, but... Grayson and Trixie are still fairly young, though. Oh, and my mother-in-law still has all of her cats. Like her, I don't think they will ever die.

  11. P.S.: I forgot to add a (LOL?) after that last part about my mother-in-law and her cars never dying. Yeah, that was not a healthy thing for me to do.


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