a tribute to mans best friend (my pit named OZ)

A Tribute to Mans Best Friend (My Pitbull Named OZ)
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When you lose someone dear to you the memories never die, but when you lose a best friend those memories hurt. Yesterday morning around 7:30 a tragic thing happen that will change the way I view life from here on out. My best friend for the past 2 ½ years was hit by a car and rushed to the hospital. You see, the thing of it is, my best friend wasn’t a man or a woman but a dog. Well not just any dog, my dog. The dog of all dogs and the best friend a young man could ever have.

When something like this happens, you go through a ton of emotions. Millions of ideas and thoughts spin around and around in your head. Some good, more bad, but mostly all you care about and want to know is WHY! Why is this happening to me? Why is this happening to him? What did we do that was so bad to make GOD want to take this beloved creature and companion from this earth? See, unlike a human being, a dog only shows eternal love for his master. They are always willing and eager to anything you ask them to do just for a little affection and an occasional treat. Ozzy was no exception. Just the sheer sound of my voice was enough to make him happy. That was easy to see yesterday at the hospital when I saw him lying on the table when I first arrived. It was hard to see him like that and when I called out his name bubby, the nick name I gave him when he was a little puppy, he tried to get up and come over to me. Here is an animal that was just hit very hard by a car, was suffering from internal bleeding, and yet wanted to come over to me and show me love, even though he could barely move.

Over the next 3 to 4 hours I did a lot of praying and wishing. I begged GOD to please not let him go. I asked him to show mercy and help me get through this terrible time. I wondered if I would ever see him play with my son when they get older, and I wondered what my life would be like without him. I told the doctor money was no option and to please fix him up so he can come home with us. I told the doctor to please take good care of him because he’s not done living yet. I told the doctor he’s my best friend and I don’t want him to leave, but finally, I had to tell the doctor to make his pain and suffering stop.

Oz died at 3:22 P.M. on Tuesday January 18th, 2005 at the tender age of 3. After almost 8 hours of fighting, he was just too tired to go on. My fiancé and I held him and talked to him while the doctor administered a lethal dose to help him sleep forever. It was the saddest day of my life so far. Jill and I buried OZ on the hill next to the house last night. We said our final goodbye’s and told him he better be waiting for us at the front door of heaven when we finally get there. As we started to cover him with dirt I felt a piece of me died too. I don’t know if I will ever own another dog after this. His sole mate Mira, their 4 week old puppies, a few photos, and movies are all we have left to remind us of him.

Ozzy was one of a kind and that was obvious. He came to us as a blessing in the shape of a potbelly pig, and he left us with our hearts. He will always be remembered as the dog that ran laps in the house just because he was in the mood to do it. And the dog that would bounce 3 feet in the air at the front door, waiting to go outside. He will be remembered as the dog that would jump through hoops, speak, army crawl, turn around, drop treats on demand, and lay on his side when I would pretend shoot him. And, he will be remembered as the dog that would let you know if he did something wrong just by the way he acted. He will be remembered as the dog with the “big dome piece” and the “pure athlete.” He will be remembered as the dog that loved all animals, especially the ones smaller that him. He will be remembered as the dog that could brighten up my life even when I am at my worse. I will remember his funny looks and the way he would lie on his back with his feet in the air. And I’ll remember how much he loved it when you scratched just above his tail. But most of all I will remember how much he meant to me, and the ones he left behind.

Too often people take things for granite. They just expect things to be there when they get home and everything to be all right. Well that isn’t always the case, and how you remember those ones when there gone will help you get through the days. You know a lot of people say it is better to loved and lost than to have never of loved at all. Well I would have to agree with this. OZ showed me I could love an animal just as much as I could love any person and for that I am ever grateful. So this letter is to you Bubba and all you have done for me. You were an Angel in disguise and I hope to see you again when the time is right. Thank you for everything and may GOD rest your soul.



Love Always

Daddy

www.gabespitbulls.com

 

I'm sorry for your loss, my heart goes out to you and your family. His suffering is gone and he will watch over your family even now.

 

Sorry for your loss - best wishes to you and your family. He looked like a pretty dog (seen him on your site)

 

I am so sorry for you loss...and i don't know what i would do if i lost one of my best friends...pitbulls will always be there for you no matter what...they know no better.

 

i'm so sorry for your loss, there is nothing to replace him, just cherish his memories.

 

sorry about you and you're families loss

 

Here's for you and Ozzy:
A Prayer of a Pitbull

Spirit in the sky, who watches over all animals: It is my prayer and my request that you grant greater understanding, and acceptance to humans; those who love us, and those who hate us.

That they will know how loyal we are, how brave we are, and how loving we are. Help them to accept us as a breed in whole, and not let the few tragedies shine brighter than the many great traits that we have.

And those who would kill me, let them know, I forgive them, even though I dont understand their hatred. And those who would beat me, let them know I still love them, even though it is not the honorable way.

Thank you for all the strong traits that you have given to me, and my breed. Help those to know that I stand for courage, strength, loyalty, and bravery. And as my master already knows, let those who would come against my family know that I would surely die defending them. And just one last thing that I would ask: Let my master know, that if you should call me away, that I will wait patiently at those pearly gates until the one who chose me, comes home.

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Thank you all very much for the support. I know it will heal over time but for right now the pain is terrible. He was like a son to me and every dog I have from here on out will be measure up to him. He got me through alot of hard times and was there for me when I needed him the most. I got him at a time when I was thinking about dropping out of college and was just in a real rut. He alone pulled me out of it. I use to come home from classes and wrestling practice to tired to hardley move and to mentaly and physically drained to want to go on. Then I would look at him and start playing with him and all of the sudden all the pain and stress of school and wrestling would just go away. He helped me through the worse time in my life and for that I loved him so much. Thank you again everyone for all the support you have given me even though I don't personally know any of you. I still have his puppies that I am selling to help pay for the medical bills. A $2000 dollar medical bill that didn't even save his life. Kind of upsetting if you ask me. The good thing is they are almost all gone and they have all gone to friends of the family. I am keeping one of the females. This helps me know that his puppies will be close and a part of him will always be with me. So thank you again everyone and may GOD bless. Jason

 

I too am sorry to hear about your loss! God bless

 

I'm so very sorry for your loss. Take care of yourself & of his daughter. My his legacy go on.

 

A tribute that I cried for

On November 11, 2004 my beloved pitbull Jake was murdered by a psychotic breed hater that lived on our street. This dog was the highlight of my family's lives. He slept with my husband and I every night with his head on a pillow between ours. He went everywhere with me and was mad if he didn't go. He loved us more than any possible being could. I let my Jake out and had tied him to his tie out. We had just sold our house and moved into a rental while our house was being finished. We had underground fencing at our old house and since we were living at this house for 2 months we decided not to install it. My dog got off of his tie out and ran down the street. As he ran through this idiot's yard he pulled out his rifle and shot my dog. He killed him and then shot him 3 more times after he lay there dead. I loved this dog. I am still heartbroken 3 months later. I was putting my Christmas decorations up before Christmas and couldn't even finish after finding his stocking and tree ornaments. I still have so much pain from losing him that I am crying as I write this. I am now being sued by the guy who shot Jake for the psychological damage he suffered from killing my dog. I of course have counter sued for the mental anguish I am and have been suffering. I am also suing the police department for allowing this to happen. Becuase my dog was a pitbull he was murdered. This was the gentlest, non agressive, kindest being in the whole world. I would get home from work each night and he would put paws on my shoulders and kiss me on the lips. He would sit on my lap (at 80 pounds) each evening while I watched tv. I sure miss my friend. I feel for all of those who have lost like I have becuase the pain in unbearable.
I am including a picture of him taken the morning he died.

 

VERY sorry to hear it ...makes me sad for you

 

so sorry to hear that, i hope justice is served!!!!!! not that it will bring your boy back, but it might make the next idiot stop and think before he pulls out his gun, are you in the city limits? if you are then i would push for the cops to charge him with discharging a weapon. most areas have laws against this. anyway, again i'm sorry to hear of your loss.

 

www.5050kennels.com/RIP.html

 

sorry for your loss, i know how you feel. i wish the best to you and your family.

 

I have no idea why, but psychically I have to tell you

Keep a male......the darkest colored one

Name him Coz

 

im so very sorry for the loss you both have suffered, and i also have to agree with steinlin, for you jason, do what he says, if you can. and yes he will be waiting for you, i was raised to believe that every animal we have loved and lost waits for us there.........

 

I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope that you can find another special one to fill the great void.

 

very sorry to hear of you loss also.

 

sorry to hear about your loss. Best wishes to you and your family and I hope you get a new friend soon.............ID