Dogbuddy
Tourist
On July 5th I lost my buddy of 10 years to a tragic event - he was run over by a car or truck. I don't know which because I wasn't there. I went frantically hunting for him throughout the neighborhood until 4:00 o'clock in the morning - to no avail. The following morning, I left a message with the vet in case someone found him and brought him there, not knowing that he had already been brought in dead that evening. I went and saw his crushed body and became numb. I just walked out and drove home, not saying another word to anyone. I feel sooo guilty because I left him out alone earlier that evening. I had been doing this ever since the snow melted this spring and for many years before that. The highway is quite a ways away and, since I knew that he knew his way around, I didn't give it a second thought. Now, I have to live with both the sorrow of losing him and the regret of letting him out by himself. He just loved to be out and off-leash. He was an excellent trail companion and could smell his way back to me at any time. I should have realized how difficult he was to see in the dark, nearly moonless night. I had always walked with with him on a moonlit night or, of course, during the day.
We lived in the forest and both loved hiking. He would enjoy and learn the smells of the trail and I always knew that I would never be lost with him. He spent most of the first part of life living with me and my partner, save for 2 years immediately after rescuing him. But even during that time he would accompany me on day trips to the mountains, where we would hike all day, or until he wanted to got back. He would pick-up a stick and start chewing on it and play "keep-away" with me. That was his favorite game - other than me masturbating him. When he picked it up on the trail though, I knew he was saying "OK, lets go home now, I'm tired of trail snacks.
He never wanted to mount me though, no matter how I tried to encourage him. Although sex was an integral part of our relationship, I find it even more difficult to share that aspect of his life with anyone now. Before, it was fun to discuss this with friends I could trust, but now.... let's just say we had our fun together.
I could type way more to describe how wonderful a dog he was but, I don't I want to stay up until may eyes are so bleary I can't even see very well.
I'll just post a couple pictures to show you all how beautiful, magnificent, and wonderful he was. I'll post more when I can grab them off of my phone.
We lived in the forest and both loved hiking. He would enjoy and learn the smells of the trail and I always knew that I would never be lost with him. He spent most of the first part of life living with me and my partner, save for 2 years immediately after rescuing him. But even during that time he would accompany me on day trips to the mountains, where we would hike all day, or until he wanted to got back. He would pick-up a stick and start chewing on it and play "keep-away" with me. That was his favorite game - other than me masturbating him. When he picked it up on the trail though, I knew he was saying "OK, lets go home now, I'm tired of trail snacks.
He never wanted to mount me though, no matter how I tried to encourage him. Although sex was an integral part of our relationship, I find it even more difficult to share that aspect of his life with anyone now. Before, it was fun to discuss this with friends I could trust, but now.... let's just say we had our fun together.
I could type way more to describe how wonderful a dog he was but, I don't I want to stay up until may eyes are so bleary I can't even see very well.
I'll just post a couple pictures to show you all how beautiful, magnificent, and wonderful he was. I'll post more when I can grab them off of my phone.
