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Maggie Cummings
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@jaizei, I apologize for spelling your name so wrong. I meant no disrespect. I am sorry.
I wish I had buried him. The box sitting in the house is kind of rough.We're going to dig up Bob this week end and put him in a casket. I certainly won't be home at the time, I don't want to remember him that way.I want to remember the troublemaker. I read about the urn, stuff like that just hurts more.....
This was Bob's stone, it weighed 1 1/2 pounds...It was in his bladder. He bled to death and his lungs drowned in blood. Don't ever go to Dr Burgess in Beaverton.
God has a whole world filled with animals, strange and normal, why did he have to take Bob when he could have taken any other animal???....Just out of interest, his last ride was in my IROC, and when buried his shroud is a Dale Earnhardt blanket. What else would you expect???
I was more or less talking about the great wild animals out there. I certainly would not wish this feeling on an enemy evenMaggie: You know I feel awful about what happened to Bob, but why would you wish someone else's pet to die and make them feel as badly as you do. I know you didn't mean that. We'll never know why things happen. We're supposed to learn and grow, and this was your learning experience. Terrible, terrible. I wish it didn't happen.
Now I'm crying again. I believe that.I don't know what to say, it makes me proud and it makes me feel good knowing other people appreciated Bob for the different tortoise he was. I am so glad that others saw the bond between us. I must say I believe I made a mistake in asking dmmj to lock my RIP Bob thread. I was sorta yelled at because I didn't give you a chance to mourn with me. So I am sorry for that, but I just wasn't sure my heart could take it. In this thread a couple of you made me cry, a couple made me laugh, and you all made me feel so lucky that I did get to have a special bond, I can take it now, but I'm not sure I could have then. There was one point made that was right on as far as I'm concerned, if I had gone first Bob was going to a friend in Alabama. She has room and more Sulcata. But I truly believe Bob loved me and would miss me and maybe not do so well.
Now I think I'll tell the last Bob story....
2 days before Bob's surgery I was messing with him in the yard and all the sudden he kinda knocked me back and climbed on me as far as he could. Then he got his face as close to mine as he could, of course I was laughing and pushing at him. But all the sudden I realized he was so still and he was staring into my eyes without moving. His eyes captured mine and we just stared at each other for what seemed like a long time, then I realized he was trying to tell me something. His look was so intense. But how was I to know what? I stared and stared, but all I knew was he really was trying to tell me something. He got off of me and just walk off.
That night I woke up about 3 am, I had been dreaming about Bob, he was in that same position on me, looking into my eyes, only in my dream he said " I just wanted you to know I am sick and I am going to die, and I love you so". I was sweating and my heart was pounding, and for some reason I was scared too, but I believe it with all my heart. Some of you will believe that and some won't, but deep inside yourself don't you wish you could experience that bond also??? I can feel his energy around me too..End of story
I don't know what to say, it makes me proud and it makes me feel good knowing other people appreciated Bob for the different tortoise he was. I am so glad that others saw the bond between us. I must say I believe I made a mistake in asking dmmj to lock my RIP Bob thread. I was sorta yelled at because I didn't give you a chance to mourn with me. So I am sorry for that, but I just wasn't sure my heart could take it. In this thread a couple of you made me cry, a couple made me laugh, and you all made me feel so lucky that I did get to have a special bond, I can take it now, but I'm not sure I could have then. There was one point made that was right on as far as I'm concerned, if I had gone first Bob was going to a friend in Alabama. She has room and more Sulcata. But I truly believe Bob loved me and would miss me and maybe not do so well.
Now I think I'll tell the last Bob story....
2 days before Bob's surgery I was messing with him in the yard and all the sudden he kinda knocked me back and climbed on me as far as he could. Then he got his face as close to mine as he could, of course I was laughing and pushing at him. But all the sudden I realized he was so still and he was staring into my eyes without moving. His eyes captured mine and we just stared at each other for what seemed like a long time, then I realized he was trying to tell me something. His look was so intense. But how was I to know what? I stared and stared, but all I knew was he really was trying to tell me something. He got off of me and just walk off.
That night I woke up about 3 am, I had been dreaming about Bob, he was in that same position on me, looking into my eyes, only in my dream he said " I just wanted you to know I am sick and I am going to die, and I love you so". I was sweating and my heart was pounding, and for some reason I was scared too, but I believe it with all my heart. Some of you will believe that and some won't, but deep inside yourself don't you wish you could experience that bond also??? I can feel his energy around me too..End of story
I don't think I've had any words of condolences even from the beginning, when I first heard about Bob's passing I literally couldn't believe it, and don't think I did for a while.
It put into perspective that our tortoises aren't invincible even with the best care, and my brain didn't want to accept that.
The bond you shared with Bob is something I've always aspired to have with my Franklin, though Nank is much more small and breakable being a Russian tort, but he has all the spunk in the world to match Bob... Unfortunately my little one is shy to everyone, less shy to me but still no Bob. He was a one of a kind tortoise with a one of a kind bond to you. Your bond is what made me realize it was OK to see my Nank as a pet rather than just trying to leave him be and replicate his natural environment as much as I can, which is a big deal since Nank is in my life because of my depression, I can put him on my chest laying down if I'm really down and he'll just stare me down like he knows and is telling me it's OK, and if I do it when I'm not really down he'll just walk off like I'm crazy.
I know me and Nank's bond is nothing like you and Bob had, but since your loss it feels like a piece of my heart has been ripped out at the thought of even trying to understand how you feel.
But let's admit it, he was the most awesome sulcata there is and always will be.
The roughest, prettiest face ever...