Kent
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Hi everyone, It's been quite a while since I posted on NN. I'm just letting everyone know that my big beautiful Thunder passed last Tuesday morning at 7:15 am.
It has taken me this long to post because I miss him so much. It making me tear up right now just thinking about him and I'm a full grown 45 year old man. I never thought it would be this hard.
Every time I hear the house creek, I keep thinking it's Thunder. Every time I come home from work I open the door expecting to see him lift his head off the floor to greet me. No such luck. Just on Sunday morning I seen his water filler jug next to the sink and clued in it was time to put it away. And I'm still finding his fur blowing around in the garage. And do you guys know what I do when find it? I smell it. Call me crazy, but smells just like him and smells good.
I knew this day would come, but way to soon. I knew he wouldn't live to be that old because of his size and everybody told me that the big boys don't live as long as the smaller fellas. I realized that when we rescued him, with his size and health problems that time was not in our favor.
Ive been reading on here for the last week and I see that so many of our friends have passed. And to all of you I understand your pain now. I don't think I'll ever utter those words ever again " It's just a dog" I never said it to anyone but I'm pretty sure I thought it. You would never say such a thing about you mum or dad. I've been telling a few people where I work about his passing and I see it in some of their expressions. But until the feel it I guess they will never understand. So I can't hold it against them.
My wife Kim and I decided that were never going to find another Thunder so will just remember our big gentle giant the way he was.
Sorry for being so long winded but I just wanted to share and able to understand now why they call them "Mans best friend"
It has taken me this long to post because I miss him so much. It making me tear up right now just thinking about him and I'm a full grown 45 year old man. I never thought it would be this hard.
Every time I hear the house creek, I keep thinking it's Thunder. Every time I come home from work I open the door expecting to see him lift his head off the floor to greet me. No such luck. Just on Sunday morning I seen his water filler jug next to the sink and clued in it was time to put it away. And I'm still finding his fur blowing around in the garage. And do you guys know what I do when find it? I smell it. Call me crazy, but smells just like him and smells good.
I knew this day would come, but way to soon. I knew he wouldn't live to be that old because of his size and everybody told me that the big boys don't live as long as the smaller fellas. I realized that when we rescued him, with his size and health problems that time was not in our favor.
Ive been reading on here for the last week and I see that so many of our friends have passed. And to all of you I understand your pain now. I don't think I'll ever utter those words ever again " It's just a dog" I never said it to anyone but I'm pretty sure I thought it. You would never say such a thing about you mum or dad. I've been telling a few people where I work about his passing and I see it in some of their expressions. But until the feel it I guess they will never understand. So I can't hold it against them.
My wife Kim and I decided that were never going to find another Thunder so will just remember our big gentle giant the way he was.
Sorry for being so long winded but I just wanted to share and able to understand now why they call them "Mans best friend"
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just saying...never say never) until then may those precious memories of Thunder nourish you both.
