Monty the labradoodle and his owner Carlos Fresco, 57, traveled* from their home in London to climb the summit of Pen y Fan in Brecon Beacons, Wales. The duo had enjoyed walking across many locations across the country including three peaks before Monty was diagnosed with leukemia.
Before he died, his owner Carlos Fresco took him on one last journey together to the top of Pen y Fan, the highest peak in south Wales.
“He loved hill walks and we improvised and took him on trips around your wonderful beacons,” Carlos told The Brecon and Radnor Express. “Although he was weak he enjoyed all the fuss and attention received by so many well-wishers. People on the hills were so kind and equally so sad at his deteriorating condition. In fact, total strangers asked if they could share in pushing Monty on his last journey – many total strangers shed a tear as we all love dearly our little four-legged friends.”
Read this earlier this week, I cried for hours. Have tears in my eyes now. I love animals far more then I like people. My dog my two cats are my family. I lay on the floor daily playing with them, spoiling them with treats.
For all my human faults, the pets seem to overlook em, and love me unquestionably. My goldens 12 now, Daisy goes everywhere I go, I’m hoping for another five years. Am not looking forward to the day she leaves me. In fact I’m afraid of that day.
my father cried three times in his life …. when mom passed, when his cousin Iron Pete gave up after a long struggle with cancer, and when our family beagle died
billJuly 15, 2021, 11:14 AM
Dogs are the best people- There are no bad dogs.
LadyBikkiJuly 15, 2021, 11:17 AM
We lost our female Rotti to bone cancer in May.
They love us so much and leave us too soon.
Tears…
Mike AustinJuly 15, 2021, 11:56 AM
The dog is the greatest material gift that God has given to man. Western Civilization would have been much more difficult to erect without dogs. I can never fully trust any man who does not like them.
ghostsniperJuly 15, 2021, 1:00 PM
@Dirk, a good friend has a golden named Daisy and she’s getting up there, must be 12 or so now. The most layed back mutt I ever knew. I haven’t seen them in awhile but I’m gonna drop by there in the next coupla days.
There’s an invisible leash between me and my Aussie/Brittany and she is rarely not within sight. If I get up she gets up and her ears are up wondering what we’re gonna do next. I always have to look first before I roll back in my chair cause several times I’ve rolled up against her big bushy tail and she’ll yelp like someone killed here. Course, then I hafta lub on her for 10 mins to prove that I don’t hate her. She owns me.
My Daisys really my grand dog, my kids grandkids dog. Far as she and I are concerned, she’s my dog, I’m her guy!
She’s excited, we’re headed to the coast to get out of the smoke and heat. She’s at the door, ready to load up. Crabs/ crabbing is good, I’m sure we’ll do some crabbing. The crabs scare her, she stays up front and watch’s.
Aging dog stories can be kinda hard to handle. My ol’ mutt, Elsa, just turned 16. She’s largely deaf, though she can hear a sharp clap, has a bad left rear leg so I have to carry up any stairs, and when she had what I think was a mini stroke, last year, her eyesight seemed to take on a tunnel vision aspect such that when you reach down to give her some love you must allow do it from her eye level directly in front of her or she’ll flinch. I still take her with me everywhere, but instead of standing on the backseat and looking out the windows, she just lays down and keeps an eye on me. It’s gonna be a tough day when she has to leave. A sweetheart of a dog.
Sometimes you get the feeling that when your dog is looking at you, that they are reading your soul.
Mike SeyleJuly 15, 2021, 3:15 PM
Shane, my daughter’s German Shepherd (but really my dog), died January 19, 1996 and almost took me with him, we were so together. Never recovered enough to get another one. But as I age even more, I just might get another one, as when the next one dies, I’ll agree to go too. Off into the next step, together.
MissyJuly 15, 2021, 3:38 PM
My profile photo is of my late dog, Terrier George. Well, he was PART terrier, some spaniel (webbed toes), some Dachsund (evidenced by too many vertebrae) and he had a poufy top knot (remnant of some very gay breed.) This tough little character cost me 20 bucks in 1991. I had no intention of getting a dog at the SPCA, then or ever, but there you go. My business at the time was painting portraits of show dogs. One meets such a dog as Terrier George only rarely. He had a merry and sweet nature, was eager to please, often comical, and had dark lovely eyes in which one could get lost. No sour, nervous, snappish show dog there! He prevailed here for seventeen wonderful years, and he will be missed forever.
How much more must God seek to bless our days and carry us in our infirmities, desiring only to delight us with His company and His creation?
Glenn GallupJuly 16, 2021, 9:08 AM
What a wonderful story. RIP Monty.
VanderleunJuly 16, 2021, 11:39 AM
Indeed it is and it put me in mind of the beautiful book, The Art of Racing in the Rain:
““People are always worried about what’s happening next. They often find it difficult to stand still, to occupy the now without worrying about the future. People are generally not satisfied with what they have; they are very concerned with what they are going to have.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain”
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Devoted Owner Takes His Dying Dog On One Last Walk Across A Mountain In A Wheelbarrow 
Gerard Van der Leun
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Read this earlier this week, I cried for hours. Have tears in my eyes now. I love animals far more then I like people. My dog my two cats are my family. I lay on the floor daily playing with them, spoiling them with treats.
For all my human faults, the pets seem to overlook em, and love me unquestionably. My goldens 12 now, Daisy goes everywhere I go, I’m hoping for another five years. Am not looking forward to the day she leaves me. In fact I’m afraid of that day.
Dirk
Good dog. Good man.
my father cried three times in his life …. when mom passed, when his cousin Iron Pete gave up after a long struggle with cancer, and when our family beagle died
Dogs are the best people- There are no bad dogs.
We lost our female Rotti to bone cancer in May.
They love us so much and leave us too soon.
Tears…
The dog is the greatest material gift that God has given to man. Western Civilization would have been much more difficult to erect without dogs. I can never fully trust any man who does not like them.
@Dirk, a good friend has a golden named Daisy and she’s getting up there, must be 12 or so now. The most layed back mutt I ever knew. I haven’t seen them in awhile but I’m gonna drop by there in the next coupla days.
There’s an invisible leash between me and my Aussie/Brittany and she is rarely not within sight. If I get up she gets up and her ears are up wondering what we’re gonna do next. I always have to look first before I roll back in my chair cause several times I’ve rolled up against her big bushy tail and she’ll yelp like someone killed here. Course, then I hafta lub on her for 10 mins to prove that I don’t hate her. She owns me.
My Daisys really my grand dog, my kids grandkids dog. Far as she and I are concerned, she’s my dog, I’m her guy!
She’s excited, we’re headed to the coast to get out of the smoke and heat. She’s at the door, ready to load up. Crabs/ crabbing is good, I’m sure we’ll do some crabbing. The crabs scare her, she stays up front and watch’s.
VI
Aging dog stories can be kinda hard to handle. My ol’ mutt, Elsa, just turned 16. She’s largely deaf, though she can hear a sharp clap, has a bad left rear leg so I have to carry up any stairs, and when she had what I think was a mini stroke, last year, her eyesight seemed to take on a tunnel vision aspect such that when you reach down to give her some love you must allow do it from her eye level directly in front of her or she’ll flinch. I still take her with me everywhere, but instead of standing on the backseat and looking out the windows, she just lays down and keeps an eye on me. It’s gonna be a tough day when she has to leave. A sweetheart of a dog.
Sometimes you get the feeling that when your dog is looking at you, that they are reading your soul.
Shane, my daughter’s German Shepherd (but really my dog), died January 19, 1996 and almost took me with him, we were so together. Never recovered enough to get another one. But as I age even more, I just might get another one, as when the next one dies, I’ll agree to go too. Off into the next step, together.
My profile photo is of my late dog, Terrier George. Well, he was PART terrier, some spaniel (webbed toes), some Dachsund (evidenced by too many vertebrae) and he had a poufy top knot (remnant of some very gay breed.) This tough little character cost me 20 bucks in 1991. I had no intention of getting a dog at the SPCA, then or ever, but there you go. My business at the time was painting portraits of show dogs. One meets such a dog as Terrier George only rarely. He had a merry and sweet nature, was eager to please, often comical, and had dark lovely eyes in which one could get lost. No sour, nervous, snappish show dog there! He prevailed here for seventeen wonderful years, and he will be missed forever.
Here you go:
https://seandietrich.com/the-ballad-of-buddy/
How green is that valley.
Dogs: the only kind of love you can buy.
This reminds me of two books written by Tom Ryan,
“Following Atticus” and “Will’s Red Coat”, both good
books for dog lovers.
How much more must God seek to bless our days and carry us in our infirmities, desiring only to delight us with His company and His creation?
What a wonderful story. RIP Monty.
Indeed it is and it put me in mind of the beautiful book, The Art of Racing in the Rain:
““People are always worried about what’s happening next. They often find it difficult to stand still, to occupy the now without worrying about the future. People are generally not satisfied with what they have; they are very concerned with what they are going to have.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain”