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The End of the Tail


Woody's the only dog I ever knew that sprained his tail from wagging it too hard. That's the dog's honest truth. Ask the vet. That tail could knock you half way to Sunday if you accidently got in the way just when he was communicating his joy for the moment. Woody died yesterday. He was my friend. I miss him so terribly much. I kind of don't feel much like writing any more.



hay, dew knot worry chigger, its awl good. love, woody

Sadest thing in the world. We loved him too. You'll be together again. Promise. Biggest Hug. Pet. Pet.

So long, it's been good to know yuh;
So long, it's been good to know yuh;
So long, it's been good to know yuh.
What a long time since I've been home,
And I've gotta be driftin' along...(Woody Wruffrie)

I am very sad to hear of Woody's passing, he was my favorite blogger. I can't imagine how much you and your humid beans must be missing him.

All these years I have really liked the idea of all you in the woods, somewhere in America, just knowing you were all there going out for walks, and off on trips, and writing the blog. Thanks so much for doing it. We loved our dog Kickers, who died a couple of years ago, and I loved Woody and Chigger because they were so like him. I shall think of Chigger chasing through the woods, as winter sets in ... and I shall think of Woody, and I shall still enjoy showing people your posts which were so often the only thing worth reading on the net.

A note to all the nice friends who have written about Woody: Thanks. We didn't know there were so many of you. Woody is up here with me and Merl and Guillermo. He's looking fabulous, sitting around on a cloud with his wrists crossed. I know Stump and Tweet and Chigger are really really really sad, so sad they can't even talk about it. So yesterday we sent them another dog. Unfortunately the only one available was really old and deaf and wearing a tumor. We'll try to do better with the next one.

Gilda the cat (1991-2005 in earth years)

I am so very sorry for you loss. We only just came across your blog but we loved going back and reading all the past entries. What a great dog. My heart goes out to you.

Ruby and Kaitlin

Dear Chigger, Stump & Tweet,
Damn those vets, why do they always have to be right! If their so smart, why don't they come up with a way to make humid bean years the same as dog years?
We shouldn't have to loose all our good friends so soon. And the worst thing is that great aching hole in our hearts that just never completely heals.
I know Woody is up there "watering" all the lariope (does it grow on clouds?), and we are just stuck down here missing him. Thanks for all the great laughs and great stories. I hope that Chigger will be blogging again real soon. God bless,

i am so sorry for your loss.
i also lost my dog 2 years ago because he was a cancer.

woody will be alive if you never forget him.
i think so.
(sorry for poor english,i am japanse)

Oh, we're so sorry to hear about Woody. You must be very sad. We bet you two had good times together.
Abby and Rosie

i just surfed into your blog & i'm sorry about woody. there is a nice german saying that says when a person dies & goes to heaven they will be reunited with all their best dogs. one day, you'll see woody again.

How very very sad to lose such a friend. My heart and my dog's heart empathize with your loss. What a ride you and he had. Blessings.

Oh, so sad. Just found your blog and it starts off with you losing your boy. It made me cry and think about my dog, Hannah, and her dog, Louise..I lost both 2 years ago and still miss them following me around the house. However, there are now two beagles to take their spot in all the cozy nooks of the house. YOu will find some peace in all this, in good time.

The hardest part about having a dog. Its a pain in the heart like no other when you loose one.

I love my dogs so much. I love my clients dogs and end up in pain when they loose theirs.

There will always be another dog, but never to replace the one you lost. The loyalty, the love, the personality is one of a kind. The memories will last a lifetime, and it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.

love the dogs! There beautiful!

So sorry to hear about your loss. The photos of Woody are beautiful When one of our pets passed our vet sent a card with a beautiful poem that has always stayed with us:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

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