January 22, 2008

  • Good Bye Mombo

    Mombo Java
    June 17, 1995- January 22, 2008


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    You suffered much too long Mombo.  Much too long.  I'm sorry for that.  You were such a good boy.  Such a good boy.  Such a good boy.  You went so quiet.  So soft.  One small needle stick.  One last breath.  Then gone.  Peace.  Quiet.  Finally now, the rest I promised you.


    I decorated you with beads and doused you in oils, burned incense at your head.  You left like a King.  You knew you were loved.


    Oh Honey.  It hurts so bad but I'm so glad you suffer no more.  Franny Banany and Lady have you now.  You're free.


    Thank you for being my very, very, very best friend Mombo.  I loved you more than I could ever, ever love anything again. 


    Life will never BE the same without you.


    Good Bye Mombo.  Good Bye.

Comments (5)

  • You were the best mom/caretaker. Mombo had a beautiful life. Letting a dog go is the kindest thing we can do for them. But you know that already. Wishing you peace...

  • i'm so sorry joanne! [[[hugs]]]

  • I'm so sorry for your loss and the difficult decision... Pet's lives are so short and their loss is so painful, but people who have positive relationships with animal companions are some of the richest people on earth. You know it takes time. Peace.

  • oh god, joanne...i didn't know i didn't know.
    i'm so sorry.  and so sad.  and so very very sorry.
    bless his and your hearts.
    and how lucky you are to have an angel like that watching over you now.
    and how lucky he was to have an angel like your for his time here on earth.
    you were blessed to have one another.

  • My Mombo is still alive in this picture, the the term "alive" here only pertains to breathing and having a heartbeat.  I wouldn't take a picture of him dead.  That's not the way I remember him in my head.  He is strong and brave thinking up new ways to misbehave.

    My sadness comes in streaks.  I save it for when I AM all alone.  It starts with the stinging of the nose and soon the water flows in gushing streams. 

    I'll always cry.

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