being beck

Short, Bald, and Handsome

January 20th, 2010

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A fine piece of technology – The Transportable”

January 16th, 2010

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Baked Ziti… Before consumed :)

January 14th, 2010

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Jan and I lost our Freckles over the weekend. She was an English Setter and was almost 12 years old. We are finding that much of what we did each day was influenced by Freckles, from having to bypass the motion detector when we set the house alarm to always watching the door because she was such an escape artist. Being bred as a hunting dog she loved to run the neighborhood looking for birds. Every now and again she would bring a trophy to us! So, each time we set the alarm, we think of her. Each time we bring in the groceries, we will think of her because we will not have to be watching for her trying to escape.. Each time the door bell rings we will think of her because she always wanted to greet whoever was there and then try to slip through the open door.

A friend sent this letter below, and it was a great comfort to us..

Farewell, Dear Master

You have been my teacher, my friend and most beloved companion. I was like your child, totally dependent on you for all my needs. But I never grew up or moved away as children do. I just grew to love and need you more each day, each month, each year.

I never went hungry because you fed me dinner and gave me water each day. When the weather was bad I found comfort in the warmth and safety of your house. I delighted you by learning tricks, but what you may not have realized is that I loved learning from you because I lived to please you.

The touch of your hand stroking my fur made my life worthwhile. Although I barked at noises in the night, the post masters footsteps, and the ringing of the doorbell; the voice of my master is the one sound that I cherished most.

Your moods became my moods. When you were sad or lonely, I nuzzled closer to comfort you. There were times you became upset with me because I soiled the carpet, chewed on a piece of furniture or barked too much. But do not feel bad about those times when you scolded me – I needed to learn right from wrong, and I always understood when things aren’t going your way or when you’d had an unpleasant day at work.

There is no need for you to harbor guilt or remorse on my behalf. You loved me and blessed me with more happiness than most animals will ever know. Instead of wondering what you could have done differently, remember the funny things that I did and the happy times enjoyed together.

Though it is hard for you to understand, I was ready to pass on from this life. Out time together was short, but if we’d had fifty years together, you still would not have been ready for me to leave.

So, please, Master, share your life with others. Do not refuse the opportunity to give another lucky pet the love you gave me. No animal will ever take my place in your heart, but there is another one who needs you and who will grow to love you as much as I did.

I am now at peace and I no longer feel pain. You gave me a wonderful home and a happy existence on earth.

So please be happy – go on with your life and give your love to others. Although I no longer share your world, I will always live in your heart and you in mine.

Farwell Dear Master