May 12, 2001 ~ June 10, 2015
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. ~ A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen. ~ A.A. Milne
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. ~ Crowfoot, a leader of the Blackfoot Nation
My little old dog
at my feet
~ Edith Wharton
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23 thoughts on “Clancy, the Heartbeat at My Feet”
Every word pulsed through my heart, especially the words that were not written. What a wonderful life your dear boy had, if only all could have that!
I can’t put into words how sorry I am for your loss…huge hugs to you and Philip…I dare not type any more for my tears are about to make the computer explode.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Knowing your great capacity for understanding and love, I so appreciate and feel comforted by your kindness, Dina. I feel broken and a bit lost, but know my heart will come back together again…
I completely understand you feeling broken and a little lost, and it’s a credit to your beautiful Clancey that you do, every tear shed speaks of fourteen years of utter love and for you all to lose such a friend is a terrible thing…..poor Riley must be a little lost without him…..I am so very, very sad for you all, the final parting is the hardest thing. But what a wonderful life he had been given, he had dog heaven on earth, small comfort I know. Sending you all my love and hoping all those wonderful memories help down the line. He will never be forgotten.xxxxxxx
He did have a wonderful life and was a deeply happy dog…We’ve always looked upon him as pure gift, as we “chanced” upon his photo in the Humane Shelter’s newspaper ad several months after we’d brought Riley home from a group of puppies remaining in the mother’s litter. At the Shelter, we discovered they were actual litter mates.
Clancy’s first home was not very nice, so how grateful we all were that he could join our family, and, as it turned out, his own sister! 🙂
Keeping watch over my Riley, and the cats have been very loving, too. Finny put his favorite toy mouse right near my pillow this morning, and he and Murphy have been cozying up to Riley…As for me, I’m like Peter Pan without his shadow and feel a piece of my soul is missing. We will all help each other heal.
Love you and thank you, Dina.
Awwwww……animals know when we are in pain…..what a wonderful story re how you found him and him turning out to be Riley’s brother, if that isn’t fate I don’t know what is! Big huge hugs to you…..I certainly know how that yawning hole feels….If only they could live as long as us.xxxxxxx
Weeping for you and Phillip and Riley and the kitties. Clancy was a joy-filled soul. I hope Samwise is showing him all the cool places in heaven.
I made a deal with Idgi, our sweet yellow lab as she was dying: She’s the official family greeter, so she, Sally, and Tess assured me they were ready for Mr. Clancy, and he knows I’ll be looking for him one day, too. I hope they know Samwise, too. 🙂
My dear Kitty…. oh, I am so, so very sorry for your loss. That is the sweetest face of love and trust. May Clancy’s sweet, pure love wrap around your heart like a warm blanket. For always. Love, Sharon
Thank you, Sharon; your sweet heart and deep understanding go straight to my heart and will really help in the days ahead.
I just knew this time was coming…I am so sorry for you all as loosing our family members is always so devastating to our hearts. Thank goodness you have so many exquisite memories of your times together to ponder in the tough times. I often wonder if animals can understand death as we do. Do their partners left behind wonder where they are or do they just instinctively know? Fortunately for them they have you both to tend to them and love them unconditionally. We can give them our love but somehow they seem to give us so much more. I am sure you buried Clancy in a beautiful area of your yard and he will be blessed with gorgeous flowers placed above him 🙂 My heart aches for you Kitty….I hope the emptiness does not linger for too long. Sending you my prayers and hugs and lots of love ❤ VK
Yes, you’re right, Hollis, we have so many years of beautiful memories to recollect our Clancy Boy. Thank you for your kindness and the comfort your words always offer. These are so very appreciated.
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I was thinking…Seeing as how you take so many wonderful photos , why not put them to good use and compile them all into a book of Clancy at Shutterfly? I have seen the beautiful books that have been created there. It might be fun. Breathe deep and inhale his love as you remember his special soul…Blessings…Hollis
Well, how kind of you, Hollis; I’ll look into it when I’m ready. We were just saying how some people understand this loss and some seem not to get it at all. You, surely, are one of those incredible souls who understand. Thank you.
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Oh Kitty. Prayers for everyone at Full Moon, prayers for healing, prayers of love. Of thanks for the brightness and love you brought to mine. Riley couldn’t have had better friends, two or four legged. Fannie Flagg, I think, wrote, “the thing about a broken heart is that it keeps beating.” Prayers and love.
Thanks, Matt; feeling very blue today without my shadow. I’ve lost pieces of my heart many times, but never a piece of my soul. Oh, my precious Clancy Bear…
Oh Kitty, I am so sorry to hear about Clancy. I can hardly imagine how you must be feeling, a mixture of joy at having had him so long and happily, and of sorrow at losing him. That last photo of you holding him has brought me to tears. You will be in my thoughts and prayers for days to come, and a safe journey prayer for Clancy.
Thank you, Lynn; your kindness and comforting words mean more than you know today…up’s and down’s, and lots of improvising as we adjust to this great absence of gentle love at Full Moon. And you’re right, we are very grateful and joyful thinking of the days we were blessed to share with Clancy; that is his lasting legacy. 🙂
Oh Kitty, I keep thinking of what it would be to lose Angel and know that, like you, a big hole will be torn in my heart that will take a long time to heal. I wish you joy in memories and in the love of your other “creatures” during this difficult time. Peace.
There is a hole…and then their spirits fill it. Today was not a good day; we have had such grayness and gloom, which hasn’t helped. But dear friends have sent love and kind words, and all of you help my spirits.
All the babies have been loving and attentive and distracting and, especially Riley, in need of special parties and love. She still looks for him on the trail, and–I’m sure–smells him all over the place, but she’s already adjusting to new rhythms. You’re right: the bustle of life continues…
Enjoy your sweet Angel (another good friend has a pup named Angel!) and know your words have comforted me, and Phillip, too.
I can sense the sadness.
You have brought out your thoughts and anguish so beautifully through A.A. Milne’s quote, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
Each one of us, at certain points in our lives, have to confront sadness. How we cope, how we get support to do that, remains a journey of great learning and shift in thinking.
Awhile back, I too had mused about this in a post and I provide a link here for you and your readers.
Thank you for your kind words, Shakti.
I don’t know how I missed this. I am so sorry for your loss. There is one quote I would add: ““If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember… I’ll always be with you.”
― A.A. Milne
So dear and true…it’s funny how the rhythm of grief flows according to its own music, and how friends and strangers come in with counterparts that underscore and illuminate both the song and our feelings…thank you, Ogee. Today was the perfect day to hear these words and their healing music.
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