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[David48]

A place to share memories of a lost companion ...

Recently we lost a friend.

She wasn’t just a dog, more then a Family Pet, more then Friend to the Family.

… she was Family.

It was an accident at the Farm, which makes the grieving process worse, because with accidents, there is no time to prepare your heart for when it happens.

She, Pom Pam, a Pomeranian wasn’t my dog, but she was my constant companion when I was at the Farm.

The feeling of loss felt by our Family is indescribable.

I thought it might be a nice idea to create a place here where would could honour our lost loved ones through stories or photos and be part of the grieving process.

My story below …

Hopefully, your story to follow.

[David48]

PomPam

I hate rugrats … yappy little bloody things … get me a real dog.

The Farm is no place for a City Mutt, but it’s not my bag of bones, so what do I care.

Have to admit though, it was fun to watch, chased everything, the boats that ply the Canal at the back of the house, tried to take on the Farm Cat … ha … fat chance.

The Family loves the hairball to death … I suppose I better accommodate it in some way. At least it won’t be sleeping in the same room as us.

WRONG

Apparently PomPam suffers from separation anxiety and is equally attached to people and electric fans … in our bedroom, we have both, so, at the foot of what should be a bed … ha ... you call that 1 inch packed coir filled fabric a mattress … it sleeps!

Every night the same … I got used to it. Damm it, was I started to have some affection for the runt … heaven forbid … Nooooooooooooooo.

OK, you’ve probably guessed it now … PomPam was sort of growing on me.

I even got used to the ‘joy’ of being licked on the face at 3.30am because either the rat has slept all day and is bored and wants to play or needs a pee and you must play pet psychologist at 3.30 in the morning to decide which it is.

Most of the time it's a pee, so you have to pick up the rat, carry it down the stairs because the belly to paw gap (leg length) is less then the height of the stairs open the front door let the rat out to pee, you go have a slash yourself and then spend the next 15 mins getting the rat to return inside while you feed the mosquitoes by the pond.

Plod back up the stairs, plop the rat back, get a kiss of appreciation from the gf. Oh, you must be careful lifting the mosquito net, lest the chance of letting one of pesky little blood suckers into your protected domain, who will then annoy you till Sunup doing low buzzing passes over which ever ear is not buried into the pillow,

You know … you sort of get attached to things who are your constant companion.

PomPam went everywhere with us … we walked, she walked, we sat, she sat.

I gave up and gave in by the end … I loved the fun fur ball also.

So, when one day while travelling on the SkyTrain, the gf got a brief call, her face went white and then sobbing and, not having seen her take the call, every Thai man is looking at me as if I’m a wife beater.

We exited at the next stop and just stood on the platform after the train departed and she sobbed.

PomPam drowned in one of the Farm Ponds.

No-one knows how for sure as no-one witnessed it. We suspect that she was chased in the by a neighbouring pack. We don’t care how she died … just that she has left us.

It’s strange you know, dogs have instincts. Another Farm dog, still sits at the spot where she is buried months later.

Dogs know.

R.I.P PomPam … you are missed

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[cooked]

Yeah they grow on you. It was only when a sleep out of doors hanger on mut got ill and I thought he might leave us that I realised how much I liked the stupid animal.

[AjarnNorth]

I mention this only because you say there are other dogs on the farm. Dogs don't usually drown. Is there any kind of poison on the farm? Poison for rats or rice crabs or snails or whatever? There often is. My dog of some years ago died due to poison as did a dog from down the street that same morning. Mine died just near water, the other died in the water. Something about whatever kind of poison they had consumed drove them to and into water. After finding my dog already deceased, I found the other standing in water and drinking furiously (and shaking and foaming at the mouth). She died shortly thereafter and was floating in the water when the owners got to her. Both dogs were friendly and well liked in the neighborhood, so it seemed probable that they found some kind of posion that looked good to eat.

Again, I note that you say are not concerned with how she died, so add this possibility only because you say there are other farm dogs about. Sounds like an accidental poisoning to me so best to check and see if anyone has recently laid some poson about.

[David48]

Thanks ... but lets keep this Thread purely focused on a living and loving Memorial of our departed friends ...

[johntren]

Pom-Pam, wish you a good destination, and solace to your grieving former owner.

"You don't pay for a dog when you get him. You pay for him when he dies."

Blessings.

Sent from my GT-S7500 using Thaivisa Connect Thailand mobile app

[Tywais]

I hate these topics, keep having to grab the tissues as it reminds me of my avatar Jedi who left us 14 months ago. It was devastating for my wife and I as he had been with us for 10 years. Still hurts when I see these topics and look up his photos.

To Pom-Pam and all those best friends who have left us.

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

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[Tywais]

His final days. He passed away at 2:00 AM with us sitting by his side.

Miss you buddy.

[meatboy]

sorry for the loss mate i cant imagine what your going through they are family not just a freind ours is our son and i have posted before i want to go before him.only this weekend the wf.went to bkk for one night its the first time she hasnt been home it was painfull just to see how much he missed her.rest in peace little one.

and tywais every time i see your avatar i think of your best freind jedi.

taffy.

[ignis]

Most of the time it's a pee, so you have to pick up the rat, carry it down the stairs because the belly to paw gap (leg length) is less then the height of the stairs open the front door let the rat out to pee,

a pee tray with newspaper in much easier... maybe 1x a week one of mine will want a pee in the night and ask to go off the bed, runs to toilet tray, business done runs back to be picked up... I have 8 dogs but only 2 or 3 ask come up to bed... last night only 1 ball of fluff came running to stairs to come up.

It is very sad when your baby dies, even if it is of old age..

[wayned]

My Avatar went to Rainbow bridge in January. He joined his mother, father, sister and two brothers that have passed since 2007. Although I still have one Golden, 10 years old, and one Lab, 12, years old, and 8 Thai mutts I still miss them everyday. Joey's picture remains as my Avatar with his mother, father and sister as screen savers on my three computers. My 10 year old Golden, Kiji, has taken over Joey's sleeping spot beside the bed. When my wife used to ask why the dogs sometimes bark in the back yard at night I just tell my wife that they are just playing with the ghosts of their family that is buried in the orchard. She stopped asking soon after I told her that.

Sorry about your loss I really do know how much you get attached to them.

[Patsycat]

Jimmijoe the cat is still alive.

But due to circumstances beyond me (loss of flat etc) i had to give him away a year ago. It is almost like a death, he was my baby, confidante, bed mate etc. for 13 years.

He is with a retired couple (who had just lost their cat) in a house with a garden and fields all around. So, his final years will be better than cooped up in a city flat from which he cannot go out. Before, he could go out and was safe. So, I am happy for him.

Me, I just miss him so much. I think about him and feel so bad for having let him down but i know he is in the best place for him.

I cry for my loss of JJ as much as i would if he had died.

And he does have the character of a See You Jimmy cat!!

Edited September 30, 2013 by Patsycat

[His Masters Voice]

Some great stories.

I hope it is a long time before we say goodbye to our best friend.

[isanbirder]

I have just had two dogs poisoned. And the fear is that the poisoner wanted to get a different dog, and will continue until that one is gone.

Three years ago, my partner gave me a toy poodle bitch. I'm a big dog man myself, but I soon fell in love with the little yappy thing, and so did everybody in the houses round us. After eighteen months we had Booky mated, and she produced two puppies, not very good ones. We kept one, with legs too long, and hair mixed between long and short, a real scruff. I called him Snowy, because he was black and had a white spot on his chest.

Later a similar dog, now called Long, walked into our shop, and we mated him with Booky. He became a member of my household too. Booky had two litters of seven and five by him in quick succession, excellent strong puppies, and the village is full of them. I kept one, an unusual chocolate colour, which had to be called Chocky..

Yesterday, Snowy collapsed a few hundred yards from my house on the way back from their morning walk. He was frothing at the mouth. I and my BIL carried him home, and tried to administer an emetic, but to no avail. He passed away very soon.

Snowy was the most inoffensive of our dogs. When I was reading, Snowy was at my feet; when I was in bed, Snowy was on the bed too. On walks, Snowy was constantly checking on me, and brushing against my legs to tell me he was there. Snowy knew he was my dog.

This morning, the matriarch Booky started staggering at exactly the same place. She pulled herself together, and started off homewards full of determination. I could see it in the way her feet came down, "I'm going to get home, I'm going to get home." She made it too, and collapsed at the threshold. I got her to vomit, but it was too late; Booky was gone too.

I'm sure the poisoner is after the intruder Long, who is an affectionate dog, but has a nasty habit of chasing motorbikes, and has been known to nip a rider.

So I have to vary my routes, and above all hope I can protect Chocky.

[meatboy]

I have just had two dogs poisoned. And the fear is that the poisoner wanted to get a different dog, and will continue until that one is gone.

Three years ago, my partner gave me a toy poodle bitch. I'm a big dog man myself, but I soon fell in love with the little yappy thing, and so did everybody in the houses round us. After eighteen months we had Booky mated, and she produced two puppies, not very good ones. We kept one, with legs too long, and hair mixed between long and short, a real scruff. I called him Snowy, because he was black and had a white spot on his chest.

Later a similar dog, now called Long, walked into our shop, and we mated him with Booky. He became a member of my household too. Booky had two litters of seven and five by him in quick succession, excellent strong puppies, and the village is full of them. I kept one, an unusual chocolate colour, which had to be called Chocky..

Yesterday, Snowy collapsed a few hundred yards from my house on the way back from their morning walk. He was frothing at the mouth. I and my BIL carried him home, and tried to administer an emetic, but to no avail. He passed away very soon.

Snowy was the most inoffensive of our dogs. When I was reading, Snowy was at my feet; when I was in bed, Snowy was on the bed too. On walks, Snowy was constantly checking on me, and brushing against my legs to tell me he was there. Snowy knew he was my dog.

This morning, the matriarch Booky started staggering at exactly the same place. She pulled herself together, and started off homewards full of determination. I could see it in the way her feet came down, "I'm going to get home, I'm going to get home." She made it too, and collapsed at the threshold. I got her to vomit, but it was too late; Booky was gone too.

I'm sure the poisoner is after the intruder Long, who is an affectionate dog, but has a nasty habit of chasing motorbikes, and has been known to nip a rider.

So I have to vary my routes, and above all hope I can protect Chocky.

sorry about your loss, but 2 its hard to take.killed by a ba--stad coward who didnt have the guts to face the owner.if you find out who the ba--stad is invite him or her for a drink and make it their last.

r.i.p.little ones

[David48]

I have just had two dogs poisoned. And the fear is that the poisoner wanted to get a different dog, and will continue until that one is gone.

Mate, I feel your loss and wish you the best with Chocky.

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[villagefarang]

I can recall a dozen local dogs, just off the top of my head, who have pasted away. It is never pleasant but you do start to get used to the cycle of life, as raw and unforgiving as it is.