The *big lad* has left us

Taylor was the first fighting Pit Bull I took in. He was with me for almost 10 years and was at least 4 when I got him. We've been through much together..
I never forget the look in his face when I first saw him, it was despair mingled with a glimmer of hope. I named him after James Taylor who's gentle songs reminded me of the dog's nature.

And he was a gentle soul with people and bigger animals but despite my best efforts I was never able to re-socialise him with other dogs. However in his latter years he lost interest in other dogs completely and just lived a quiet life without any upsets. Taylor passed away 18th of November 2008, he was much loved and the grief runs deep ...

May the good earth be soft under you
when you rest upon it,
and may it rest easy over you when,
at the last, you lay out under it,
And may it rest so lightly over you
that your soul may be out
from under it quickly,
and up, and off,
And be on its way to God.

Glor has left us forever on the morning of the 27th of December 2006 after developing stroke like symptoms Christmas Eve. He was not in pain and I had decided to let him go at his own pace and in his own time. He ate and drank and was just a little unstable on his feet.

Glor has been a lesson to me and all who met him. After being battered with a sledgehammer and after his owner had then tried to suffocate him with a plastic bag, after being subjected to horrible beatings and kickings, after receiving medical treatment and lots of operations - he still loved humans, he never wavered in his friendliness towards everybody. He was happy with whatever he got here at EGAR, he loved his walks, he loved his grub and he never ever was in a bad mood. He greeted everyone with a wag of his stumpy tail.

Glor wasn't meant to find a forever home but he has had one here, we all loved him dearly. I wish it could have been different and I could have written a more happy post about him going to his new home but it wasn't meant to be. I am devastated, my little soldier is gone forever. I buried him under the trees out in the back of the house, he will be amongst the living there. I have cried until I had no more tears.

Run free at the Bridge, Glor, and wait for me there, I will be along and then we can continue the rest of the journey together. I have loved you like my own, you will always be in my heart...

Glor belonged to the most reviled breed ever. Glor was a Pit Bull - the best!


May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.