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Hit the Road
To my baby boy Taz,
It's been a month since you left us and i still can't believe your gone. I'm sorry i wasn't there for you when you left us, know that i was getting the help i needed but it was only to be shattered again when i found out about your passing. I'm coping, but barely. I still miss those innocent brown eyes and your wagging tail when i come in through the front door, as well as the same sad eyes when i close the bedroom door behind on you before i have to leave. I miss coming home and the first thing i do is putting my arms around you and laying next to you and thinking about my day. I miss you sleeping next to me on my bed all cuddled up under the covers with your favourite teddy bear. You helped me through some of the darkest moments of my disease and in contrast been there for some of the greatest moments of my life. I wish that you were still here with us and that your life wasn't cut so short. I don't know where you are now, but where ever you are and whatever lies ahead of us just know that i will forever love you. There isn't a day that goes by that i don't think about you. Oh and one last thing baby, take care of Rosie where ever you are. I love you always and forever i hope someday i will reunite with you and Rosie again.
Love, Meghan
Taz was my 6 year old Rhodesian Ridgeback who passed away unexpectedly on December 1st. The vet said it was likely from a tumour in his intestinal tract. I never got to say good bye, even afterwards as i was in the hospital for personal reasons. He had so much personality. He was the laziest dog i have ever come across and perhaps that ever stepped foot on this planet. He lived his toys, his teddies especially. He took care of them as if they were his children and even carried a few of his select favourite around with him to each room of the house and to bed with him. He was also one of the most whimpy dogs i have ever met, at over just over 100 pounds he was afraid of the cat and it was a chore to get him to go for a walk if it was dark out or raining. He was the kind of dog that would probably be just as satisfied staying in bed all day rather then going for a walk. He was my baby. I miss him terribly.
Sorry for the picture overload i was going through a few of my old photobucket accounts picking random pictures that showed his personality and his beauty and got a little bit carried away.
It's been a month since you left us and i still can't believe your gone. I'm sorry i wasn't there for you when you left us, know that i was getting the help i needed but it was only to be shattered again when i found out about your passing. I'm coping, but barely. I still miss those innocent brown eyes and your wagging tail when i come in through the front door, as well as the same sad eyes when i close the bedroom door behind on you before i have to leave. I miss coming home and the first thing i do is putting my arms around you and laying next to you and thinking about my day. I miss you sleeping next to me on my bed all cuddled up under the covers with your favourite teddy bear. You helped me through some of the darkest moments of my disease and in contrast been there for some of the greatest moments of my life. I wish that you were still here with us and that your life wasn't cut so short. I don't know where you are now, but where ever you are and whatever lies ahead of us just know that i will forever love you. There isn't a day that goes by that i don't think about you. Oh and one last thing baby, take care of Rosie where ever you are. I love you always and forever i hope someday i will reunite with you and Rosie again.
Love, Meghan
Taz was my 6 year old Rhodesian Ridgeback who passed away unexpectedly on December 1st. The vet said it was likely from a tumour in his intestinal tract. I never got to say good bye, even afterwards as i was in the hospital for personal reasons. He had so much personality. He was the laziest dog i have ever come across and perhaps that ever stepped foot on this planet. He lived his toys, his teddies especially. He took care of them as if they were his children and even carried a few of his select favourite around with him to each room of the house and to bed with him. He was also one of the most whimpy dogs i have ever met, at over just over 100 pounds he was afraid of the cat and it was a chore to get him to go for a walk if it was dark out or raining. He was the kind of dog that would probably be just as satisfied staying in bed all day rather then going for a walk. He was my baby. I miss him terribly.
Sorry for the picture overload i was going through a few of my old photobucket accounts picking random pictures that showed his personality and his beauty and got a little bit carried away.
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He was gorgeous! Run free Taz.
