fred bentivegna
Verified Member
...I know I haven't been around to give the proper acknowledgment and encouragement to our players that were at the tourn. Especially my home-pool-room boy, Chris G., the surprising Lou F., and the amazing John H. Maybe next time for John B.
Sorry, but this is the first time I have been able to put my feelings down on paper.
...I have been in one of the deepest funks of my life. I lost my best friend last Friday. I had to put my pal of 13 ½ years, the wonderful, Little Pup, down. It was probably the worst day of my life. I feel that there is a gigantic hole in me that can never be filled. Everywhere that I look are reminders of just how much of my life he was a part of. I have never felt this horrible even when family died. Sorry, but that is the truth.
He hadn't been feeling well for the past few months. He didn't want me to leave him alone for even a minute. When I was at the computer, I had to keep him on my lap. The few times I went out at night, my roommate John would have to sit with him until I came home. Finally, his kidneys gave out and he couldn't walk or eat or even drink water. We rushed him to the vet and he gave us a few hours to be with him. Even in his last moments he tried to raise his head and snuggle to us. He never whimpered once. He probably knew we, my son, my ex-wife, and I, would go to pieces if he did. I only hope that I can show a modicum of the courage he had when I am on the way out.
I have no real point to this downer post other than to give my guy a decent requiem. Sympathy responses are not necessary. I just wanted tell everybody about another real champion.
Beard
Sorry, but this is the first time I have been able to put my feelings down on paper.
...I have been in one of the deepest funks of my life. I lost my best friend last Friday. I had to put my pal of 13 ½ years, the wonderful, Little Pup, down. It was probably the worst day of my life. I feel that there is a gigantic hole in me that can never be filled. Everywhere that I look are reminders of just how much of my life he was a part of. I have never felt this horrible even when family died. Sorry, but that is the truth.
He hadn't been feeling well for the past few months. He didn't want me to leave him alone for even a minute. When I was at the computer, I had to keep him on my lap. The few times I went out at night, my roommate John would have to sit with him until I came home. Finally, his kidneys gave out and he couldn't walk or eat or even drink water. We rushed him to the vet and he gave us a few hours to be with him. Even in his last moments he tried to raise his head and snuggle to us. He never whimpered once. He probably knew we, my son, my ex-wife, and I, would go to pieces if he did. I only hope that I can show a modicum of the courage he had when I am on the way out.
I have no real point to this downer post other than to give my guy a decent requiem. Sympathy responses are not necessary. I just wanted tell everybody about another real champion.
Beard