Manni is dead.  And things seem to have disappeared from my house.

My pride and joy – I have not looked for my pride, I may find it yet. Joy, however, left with him. He’s gone.

My heart – my heart belonged to him so I probably shouldn’t go looking for it but it’s mighty empty inside my chest now that he’s gone.

My purpose – my purpose was to do all I can for him and now he’s gone.

My strength – all the strength I thought I had for the two of us was really his. And he’s gone.

All the light – it is dark now in this corner of the world. His light went out or he took it somewhere. I just know it is gone.

My best friend – have you seen him? He was around me 24/7 and now he is gone.

 

We let Manni go on Sunday, December 10, at 3.20 pm. It was the day of his two-year ampuversary.

After two nights where pain medication did not last until the morning and a Sunday where his hind end was finally giving in it was time.

He got to go out into his yard one last time and got to feel the first snow of the season that he loved so much. I think it started snowing just for him.

He fell asleep on his living room floor and for the first time in his life he didn’t fight.

 

 

 

Manfred “Manni” Lübcke

January 28, 2007

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December 10, 2017

 

 

Manni always danced to his own tune.

So the following is my personal playlist right now and forever.

 

For the last two years I told him “I love you” every single day.

When I had to go away for a few days I would tell him for all the days in advance and then again when I came back.

Ich liebe Dich.

Alles gut, Baby.

 

 

Das war’s.