My Beloved Bubba

[anytimeflowers]

Hi you guys,

I just, I don't know, need a little love I guess. My very beloved English Mastiff Bubba died a couple hours ago. I don't really know what I need, probably nothing. Just wanted to share who he was.

Bubba was 7 1/2, life expectancy is 6-9 yrs. He was the ultimate gentleman, always quite happy in his gentle way. He could be off leash and watch a squirrel go by, and think that was interesting, but he always, always minded his mama and wouldn't chase if she said "Bubba".

He favored soft "babies" to cuddle with for toys, but did very much enjoy chewing up rubber toys. He liked his beds, double stacked for softness. He never had an "accident" in the house. He was an ambassador for English Mastiff rescue because of his extreme gentleness, he would go and visit at pet stores for a couple hours when we had time, and people would come from all over to "meet and greet".

Bubba started acting weird a couple weeks ago, seemed like maybe he was getting a little senile. He would just stand and stare off at a corner. He began breathing more heavily than usual, so he had an appointment at the vets tonight at 6:30. It's a five minute drive, but halfway there, he started foaming at the mouth and acting distressed. My husband was driving, we are having another snow-storm. Bubba came up over the console and into my lap, rasping. It was awful.

We go to the vet's and I got out from under him, (he was 150lb), and we got him in the vestibule. He collapsed. The vet team was wonderful, many flew into action, got him on a stretcher. They performed CPR for 15 minutes, but could not save him.

Below is a recent picture of him with my husband and our little girl Genny, (she's 195lb). Bubba is the one looking up at my husband.

Thank you for letting me share, I knew I needed some support, and even though this has nothing to do with the floral industry I knew here is where I would find that.

Linda

 

[elmo]

Linda, I'm so sorry. Our pets are our family too. Big Hugs to you. Ellen

 

[roysecityfloristand gifts]

Linda I am so sorry for your loss, they are our babies aren't they.
My heart really goes out to you because we just today found one of our babies dead in her house.
I've have cried my heart out and I know you have too.

Just know that I'm there with you in my heart. God Bless you and your hubby.

 

[Rhonda]

My heart bleeds for you ........
As you, my pets are my children...... I lose them, I lose part of myself......
As a vet tech in another life.......... you enjoyed that big baby as long as was allowed by the big guy/gal above. Remember with lots of great memories.

 

[anytimeflowers]

Oh Carolyn,
I'm so sorry to you, too. Yes, I have cried my eyes out, and yet it keeps coming. The vet is guessing that he had a fast-moving brain cancer, so it was a blessing that it happened the way it did, and that we were actually at the vet when it occurred so that we know we did everything we could.

What kind of baby was yours?

 

[Seasonals]

To Linda and Carolyn,
So sad for both of you. We do love our pets.


RainbowsBridge.com
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...

 

[Chezbloom]

It has everything to do with the flower industry. I am sad for you both, it will get better. Rest in Peace beloved animals.

 

[Victoria]

With love to you all for lving your pets so well, for allowing them to enhance your lives beyond measure.

I'm so very sad for you.

V

 

[avenuegardensflorist]

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.... i feel your loss. The saddest i have been is
when we lose our pets. remember the good times
and how fortunate Bubba was to share his life w/
you and your family and vice versa!

 

[anytimeflowers]

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.... i feel your loss. The saddest i have been is
when we lose our pets. remember the good times
and how fortunate Bubba was to share his life w/
you and your family and vice versa!

I keep telling myself that. Bubba was rescued, he and his mate were sold off when she quit producing. They were sold as a breeding pair, and were found living outside in Northern Minnesota, under a trailer. They were being fed half rations for what they required,(they eat about 40lb per month) and the temps were -20 dregrees. We were set to adopt them both, but sadly, his mate never made it out of foster, she had terrible infections that would not cure, and finally her heart gave out. We got to spoil Bubba rotten for the past two years, and will cherish our time with him, and feel glad that he got a hefty taste of the good life while here.

Thank you all for your condolences, they mean a lot to both my hubby and I, we both shed a bunch more tears after reading the rainbow bridge.

 

[TOTO]

Lots of HUGS!

Lots of HUGS to Linda and Carolyn.

It's so hard when they have to leave us. And yet, as I have said before, had we outlived them, their hearts would break even worse than ours.

Preston, our beloved American Eskimo Spitz was a member of our family for 16.5 years when his kidneys started to fail. Our son Michael, Preston's main man, was able to buy him two more months of life with two daily treatments of under the skin IV infusions. We all knew his time was short, but worked to help him as best we could. He had trouble with his rear legs holding him up when he had to do his duty, so we used a towel underneath his stomach and held the two ends up in the air to help him walk. One day, he could no longer get up and we knew it was time.

Michael took him to the VET, made his peace, and stood by Preston's side (in tears) as he fell off to sleep.

That's the second time in our lives we had to part with a beloved pet. Our first was Princess, a pretty Siberian Husky who was with us for 16 years.

The first six months were tough due to the old habits you aquire over those long years while you find yourself thinking you forgot to put fresh food or water down, or you think you hear him wanting to come in from the back yard. Then, you realize those things aren't going to happen anymore.

That was all back in September of 2008 and in December of 2009, Michael and his girlfriend came home with the cutest Shih-Poo and named him Bailey. Best thing to happen under the circumstances as MR BAILEY always makes all of us laugh. Preston's memory is alive and well and MR BAILEY has helped ease the pain.

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[daisy mae]

I too am sad for you both, Linda and Carolyn. It is so hard to lose a pet who so shares your life. Only time will heal your broken heart. Eventually you will be ready for another. Take care of Genny. she will be mourning the loss of her best friend and daily companion. TOTO, I have 3 furbabies like your Bailey. One is a Lhasa Apso and her daughters are La Cockers. She had a fling with the neighbor Cocker Spaniel. We kept both her puppies.

 

[concord]

Linda, My sympathy for your loss of Bubba. I was looking forward to meeting him during our foreign exchange........ Boxers also have fairly short life spans and my Riley is 6 . Never had one last beyond 8 but I'm hoping he will be the exception. Feel better soon. Helen

 

[peggy70130]

Linda and Carolyn, I'm so sorry to hear about both babies. It just breaks my heart.

 

[Dior]

Linda and Carolyn,

My deepest condolences on your losses. It feels like your heart is replaced by a cinderblock when you lose a beloved pet. If you are spiritual at all, look hard and be very aware of things around you. Your babies will send you a sign, somehow, that they are OK. Perhaps this sounds "whacked" to some, but I've taken great comfort in what I KNEW beyond a shadow of doubt, were my babies giving very profound signs that all was well.

I hope you feel better each day during this extremely difficult time.

 

[Patty]

Hugs to both of you, Linda and Carolyn. It's heart-wrenching to lose pets that become part of our lives. I hope you find comfort in knowing that they had better lives because of you.

 

[theRKF]

Linda,

Thanks for sharing your love for Bubba with us.

It sounds like Bubba was quite special, and I know you'll miss him terribly.

Hugs from Toronto,

Ryan

 

[roysecityfloristand gifts]

Thanks to everyone for your kind thoughts. Like Lindas' Bubba, our Babe was a rescue.

She and a rescue greyhound lived together. We didn't know Babe was pregnant until she had 7 little angels. Babe was a blonde Terrior, short and thick and curly.
The Greyhound being a Greyhound and sorta not right in her head, apparently saw the babies as rabbit prey, and killed and ate most of the new borns.
Mother "Babe" was depressed for a year, but she had a surviver her daughter "Sister" to love for all these years. "Sister" is a little mentally off from the attack, but her mother loved and protected her. So our "Babe" had our love and the love of her chubby little girl. "Sister" slept with her mom the last night. Thankfully since she is not real bright we don't think she understands completely that her mother is gone.
Being a terrior she was constantly nose to the ground, we think something may have bitten her, a she appeared to have been poisoned.

We have 12 "throw aways" now, and we love them all. God brings them to us, and they steal our hearts. Thank you Lord for everyone of them.
Thanks for allowing me to talk about her for a while, it helped. (crying again)

 

[RWK]

Hugs from South Carolina too. I lost my baby girl Prissy in 2007 after 19 years of her happy butt wags ( born with a stub for a tail ), her incessant licking and kissing the face, the cold nights when I would be jolted awake by a cold, wet, nose shoved in the armpit because my little girl was cold and wanted to snuggle. Prissy helped to ease the loss of another baby - a boy Chihuahua named Buddy....He had attitude....he thought he was 10 foot tall and bulletproof. He loved to chase his toy shoe, and cock that leg and whiz on an old tennis shoe, one time there was still a foot in the shoe though.

Now we have little Ace, persistent little booger who at this moment is snuggled up under the covers next to my leg as I lie here and type this.

You have my thoughts, my hugs, my prayers, and my hope that you are able to bring more four legged babies in your home and as my vet says " We aren't doing our job if they aren't spoiled a little bit."

 

[georgeb]

I'm so sorry. We have lost many good family members over the years. I found this excert once in a vets office where we lost our second dog, also from a form of brain cancer. It talks about the unique world our special friends live in that we so often don't see.

“We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate for having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein do we err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.”
— Henry Beston, The Outermost House, 1928