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Goodbye Sweet Oberon

My sweet Obie passed away Saturday night at 11 years old. I thought I was going to lose him to DCM or Cancer, but instead it was bloat that got him. His stomach had flipped and because of his age and health he was not a good candidate for the surgery, so we made the decision to let him go. Sadly, he was in so much pain that his crossing was hard, but I'm glad we were there for his final moments. Logically, I do not regret the decision, but I want him back so badly. My heart physically aches.

Obie was my first doberman, after years of wanting one. I got him as a puppy and from day 1 he needed to be by my side. He was with me through a tumultuous separation and repair of my relationship, raising teenage boys, job stress, and he was always there. He loved to go out for walks and hikes and I swear he would smile when he met new people. Because he was a fawn with uncropped ears, very few people recognized him as a doberman, and as a consequence were not frightened of him. He loved it when we would tell him that he was a "good boy" and when other people would say he was handsome I swear he would puff up his deep chest and look prouder. The couch is so empty without him sitting next to me, nub sticking into my side. When we slept, he had to sleep on my legs, which was really uncomfortable....but I don't know how to sleep anymore without being bent in some weird position from his presence.

Obie had a huge personality and was so very smart. When he wanted something, sure, he would whine (we called it pheeing, because of the particular noise he IMG_0614.JPG IMG_2873.JPG made) but if ignored, he would take to knocking things over until he got our attention. He would get particularly upset in his later years if his bed wasn't placed in the sunlight, which meant I was moving his bed around constantly, chasing the rays. I work from home, and he had to be a part of every conference call I was on, sticking his nose in the frame like a shark rising from the depths.

It's so hard to be without him. Bella & Tikka are here, but they are quiet. There are no phees, no whines when I go upstairs alone, and only one dog in the bathroom with me instead of two. He would just sit and stare at me, and when we would take walks, he would always look back at me, even on the leash, to check in and see how I was doing. I took Bella for her walk today and was struck by her lack of looking at me. She does follow me around the house, but it's not the same.

I find myself looking at fawn puppies, knowing that it's far far too soon, but hoping desperately to see one that looks like him. I haven't knitted since his death because I can't knit without him pressed up against me. I know eventually this pain will fade to a dull ache but right now it's almost all I can think about. I'm trying to stay distracted and working, but it's just hard. He went downhill so fast, one day he was fine, and the next, gone.

RIP, my sweet Obie. I hope to see you again someday. I miss you dearly.
 
I know that lost without them feeling. My heart goes out to you.
As someone here said; you honor them when you find another to love. You pick when you are ready because we all know we can never replace them, we just add to the wonderful life of living with Dobermans.
Rest In Peace Obie, run free.:sorrow:
 
Uggg....

So sorry for your loss. Lost my 15y/o lab last year and I still feel him brush my leg coming in/out of doors. It’s hard sometimes when I think on it too much, damn hard.

Where’s that phrase that I stole from Vrock the other day???
 
I'm so very sorry for your loss and we all understand just how devastating it is. They are not just a dog, they are part of the family who we love with all of our hearts.

Run free sweet Obie... :sorrow:
 
Where’s that phrase that I stole from Vrock the other day???

Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love. They depart to teach us about loss. A new dog never replaces an old dog, it merely expands the heart.

I’m so very sorry for your loss, my deepest condolences to you and your family.

RIP sweet boy! :sorrow:
 

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