Jiglu: Farmtalking: Discussion: Re: Benji (4)

Originally from: coleen

Hello Ron

Sorry for making this reply late, computers!!

Sorry to read about Ji, but how gentle that he took that awful decision away from you, and went peacefully in his sleep. If only it was always so.

You have some lovely memories Ron and they will always be with you...

I think I know the Barbara you write about I am sure she used to work at the surgery in Carlisle. On this I can write (in honesty) a good and caring Vet. She has looked after many of our Setters over the years, always with care and always with dignity. I think we on this board know that is rare in many cases.

Little Benji will be running free and causing havoc up there Ron along with all of your other loved lost animal's. Some of us will be knocked and trampled over in the rush – when we get to Rainbow Bridge – but what a welcome that will be.

Take Care Ron any may you soon by cuddling up to another four legged 'friend'. There are so many out there looking for some kindness and a cosy warm bed to rest their head.

Coleen

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Originally from: "Another Old Codger" <...> To: "Foot and Mouth Group" <...>; "Farmtalking Email" <...>
Sent: Saturday, January 31, 2004 5:20 PM
Subject: [farmtalking] Benji (4)
Our beloved Ben Ji died quietly in his sleep early this morning at home.
He
was having difficulty breathing yesterday afternoon, so he was taken to
the
Vet again, who found that his heart was racing and gave him an injection
to
slow it down. He was due to see her again this morning. But, Ben Ji being,
as ever, Ben Ji, decided it was time to join his friends. He gave us the
pleasure of his company yesterday evening and then went quietly to sleep
never to wake. The Vet has tried so hard over the last three weeks,
including several days in hospital on a drip, which didn't seem to worry
him. We all thought that there was a chance.
Ben Ji, (born Intack Dinky Doo, 19–12–1991) was a successful show dog:
Multiple show winner including 3 Best in Breed. Following a short career
as
a Stud Dog he came to us in July 1992.
I was inconsolable following the loss of Pat Si, one of our rescue 'Peke'
bitches, so Joyce contacted the kennels and we were given the choice of
nine
'Pekes'. We chose Dinky Doo. Well, he chose me! He came bouncing over,
jumped on my lap, greeted me like a long lost friend and home he came. You
can't really stand at the door calling "Dinky Doo" so Paul gave him the
name
Ben Ji.
We had never known a dog 'Peke' before. Ben Ji was different, perverse, at
times bad tempered, at times morose, but mostly a happy dog. He did what
he
wanted to do, ate what he wanted to eat when he wanted to eat it. I was
'conned' on that first day, he knew a sucker when he saw one. He soon saw
when the land lay and became Mom's dog. I was useful for showering him,
(which he loved), drying him when he was wet from the rain, grooming him
when he felt in the mood to let me. Sometimes, I was allowed to clip his
claws, but more often than not it needed two of us to hold him down and
his
teeth were much in evidence. And, of course cleaning him up, 'Pekes' have
finicky stomachs and their back-ends retaliate, not a pretty sight. Years
of
experience have trained me well.
Mom was the love of his life, everywhere Mom was, there was Ben Ji even if
there was a door or a gate in the way he lay awaiting her return. He used
to
lie in dark places in the hope of tripping me up. He had a plot, 'Get rid
of
Dad and I can have Mom to myself'. The problem is that as far as I am
concerned 'Pekes' can do no wrong, and he knew it.
Where I was appreciated was the caravan. As soon as he saw any sign of the
'van being prepared he was there, sitting waiting for the 'Off'. He loved
our holidays, Mom always there where he could see her, as well as new
sites/sights and smells. He kidded us he didn't like the journey. He
didn't
like it too hot, he didn't mind the rain or wet long grass. Dad had to dry
him you see and that was a chance to swear at Dad, "Just kidding Dad, I
didn't mean it".
Ben Ji came in to his element in the car. No sitting in his 'appointed'
place for Ben Ji, any barrier was no obstacle. Get to the front if
possible,
otherwise jam yourself under the seat in a space big enough for a hamster.
Even when Paul was on the back seat with him the battle went on. Comfort
didn't matter, he had to be where he wanted to be. He wouldn't drink on a
hot day, unless it suited him; so we carried a syringe and squirted in to
his mouth.
A tribute to the Vets in his life, which at times was charmed. Early on he
had an eye problem which looked as if he would lose an eye. The Vet tried
a
new treatment and his eye was saved. Various other problems throughout his
life needed the Vets attention. His file is large. This time Barbara the
Vet
has persevered. She is upset too. If Ben Ji had shown any sign of distress
we would have made the fateful decision, but as Barbara said this morning,
"He was very good at playing dead, giving us all heart attacks, and then
perking up".
So in the end Ben Ji made the decision for us all. He will be buried with
all our other pets from the past thirty-four years in our Pet Cemetery. We
have lost count of the pets of family and friends who lie in our peaceful
little coppice.
If there are no animals in Heaven, then I don't want to go,
God Bless Little man, we miss you.
Love, Ron, Joyce, Paul and the Drew Clan.
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The country life is to be preferred,
for there we see the works of God,
but in cities little else but the works of men.
William Penn.
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