Ragnar went forth yesterday.
He ate a block of wood and got obstructed. His intestines adhered together post surgery and he didn’t recover. I could get that bastard to do anything, but just could not get him to stop eating things when I turned my back. I am so mad, so angry, so guilt riddened. I just don’t know what to think or say…..just numb.
Sitting in my shop staring across the yard, I can see him trotting towards me. He had this rhythmic gait of a beautiful black stallion. His black eyes, stout body and barrel chest made him the sentry he was. Never really could tell what he was thinking, he had that cold gaze that just went right through you.
He was the most stoic, regal, majestic, beautiful Doberman I’ve ever seen. People were in absolute awe when they saw him and couldn’t believe how good he was with me.
The time we spent together was invaluable. Ragnar was my asshat, friend, monster, buddy, companion, warrior and my PTSD soul soother.
My friends and family always commented that Ragnar was a mirror of my being- my likeness and everything I am. I’m so sad, my shadow is gone…..
This is a quote from Ragnar Lothbrok, whom I named him after.
“It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast. Soon I shall be drinking ale from curved horns. This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death! I shall not enter Odin’s hall with fear. There I shall wait for my sons to join me. And when they do, I will bask in their tales of triumph. The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology! And I welcome the Valkyries to summon me home!”
Go beat on the Gates of Valhalla, Ragnar.
Tell them you demand to sit, dine, drink and do battle with the greatest warriors ever.
I will always feel you at my side for you are a part of my soul.
Love,
Dad.
He ate a block of wood and got obstructed. His intestines adhered together post surgery and he didn’t recover. I could get that bastard to do anything, but just could not get him to stop eating things when I turned my back. I am so mad, so angry, so guilt riddened. I just don’t know what to think or say…..just numb.
Sitting in my shop staring across the yard, I can see him trotting towards me. He had this rhythmic gait of a beautiful black stallion. His black eyes, stout body and barrel chest made him the sentry he was. Never really could tell what he was thinking, he had that cold gaze that just went right through you.
He was the most stoic, regal, majestic, beautiful Doberman I’ve ever seen. People were in absolute awe when they saw him and couldn’t believe how good he was with me.
The time we spent together was invaluable. Ragnar was my asshat, friend, monster, buddy, companion, warrior and my PTSD soul soother.
My friends and family always commented that Ragnar was a mirror of my being- my likeness and everything I am. I’m so sad, my shadow is gone…..
This is a quote from Ragnar Lothbrok, whom I named him after.
“It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast. Soon I shall be drinking ale from curved horns. This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death! I shall not enter Odin’s hall with fear. There I shall wait for my sons to join me. And when they do, I will bask in their tales of triumph. The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology! And I welcome the Valkyries to summon me home!”
Go beat on the Gates of Valhalla, Ragnar.
Tell them you demand to sit, dine, drink and do battle with the greatest warriors ever.
I will always feel you at my side for you are a part of my soul.
Love,
Dad.
