In memory of my beloved dog, Tag.
I can hardly breathe. In two hours, we'll be at the vet for the last time. Tag is 14 years old...he's tired, painful and he has let me know that things aren't fun for him any more.
Tag was born in 2007 on a working sheep ranch at the base of the Mission Mountains. He was a ball of black and white fuzz that was hell on wheels for his first two years of life. I named him Tag because nobody could catch him when he didn't want to be caught. He was head strong and I loved that about him. Even when he chewed the legs off of an antique chair, or ate a new pair of Birkenstocks, I just couldn't be mad at him.
Tag loved to catch anything thrown through the air...and he could indeed catch anything! It was years before we could take him fishing because he would try to catch your fly out of the air before it hit the water. Tag would try to catch snow flakes falling in the winter and rain drops in the summer.
Tag wasn't just an average border collie, Tag epitomized the breed...he loved herding his backyard chickens and anything else that needed to be organized in a group. Tag herded me and the lawnmower, me and the laundry basket, me and the shopping bags. He herded my son and his friends when they were small...he had a collection of balls that he would herd together when he got bored. He would herd minnows at the creek. If it moved, Tag would herd it.
When Tag came into my life, I had a toddler underfoot, a grandma, parents and a brother. My son is now 16 and all the family I had are gone. Tag got me through a lot of loss...whenever I was sad, he would nudge to take him for a walk or throw the Frisbee so that I would feel better and he was right....every. single. time.
I will miss Tag's endless cheer and his enthusiasm for life. I will miss his wet nose nudges and watching him snooze on the lawn on sunny summer afternoons...always with his head upright, of course, so I would know he was working.
I know all dogs are angels...but this boy truly is. He's the dog of my life. I will miss him terribly.
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You've written a beautiful eulogy, and I'm sure you were a great doggie mama!
Tag
I could barely get through your very eloquent tribute to your precious Tag. Tears are flowing freely in Michigan for you and Tag today.
I know how much your heart will ache for Tag. They just never are with us long enough.
He is a beautiful boy and a beautiful soul. How lucky you were both to have each other.
Healing vibes on the way to you and Tag. 💓💓💓
i hope you can open your heart to another dog. One dog can't replace another, but a new dog can bring its own kind of joy.
I feel heartbroken for you. Your Tag is such a gorgeous dog. I have tears in my eyes just thinking about you at the vet for Tag's last visit.
I offer you a warm hug and my deepest empathy.
Coffee cup from one hand to the other as he approached?
He knew your moods and you knew his. The language you built over the years became automatic. It was understood.
So very sorry for your loss. Please take care of yourself. Tag will be there when you need him!
Knowing that it is the loving thing to do does not make that last trip together any easier. However it becomes a kindness for our fur babies when the pain of their last months overtake them. The love that you have for Tag and that he has for you has created great memories. May those memories help you through your grief. Tag is herding sheep and speeding around as he waits for you just across the Rainbow Bridge. May you receive peace and comfort as you grieve your loss.
For both what you are going through and remembering a year ago when I went through the same misery.
What a beautiful boy. R.I.P. Tag...
I am so sorry for your loss. Know that I am thinking about you and sending hugs and love.
Tag reminds me so much of my dear Patty (Patches, as she had a patch over half her face). She was a beautiful black & white Border Collie & had a beautiful soul just like your most dear, sweet Tag.
It helped me to create a memorial of pictures in the house to our passed furbabies. I never want to forget even the small details about them. I wrote a long letter about my Patty which I included on the backs of her photos.
Sending gentle hugs.
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Your post did Tag justice.
I just now returned from Tulsa with the ashes of my Voodoo. I cried uncontrollably in front of the hospital. I feel your pain and your loss.
That’s such a great name.
I’m very sorry for your loss. I too feel what you’re going through. I can’t believe how much it hurts. Please accept my condolences.
