Win A Beautiful Memorial For Your Pup
It seems sadly apropos that I post a contest today to win a beautiful memorial to honor your dog’s memory.
If you’ve ever suffered through the heartbreak of losing a pet you know how devastating it is. The terrible void it leaves in your life. It’s not just the loss of a dog, it’s the loss of a family member, a friend.
For those that aren’t dog lovers, they will never understand the importance of being able to say a proper goodbye. Being able to grieve without being criticized, share your feelings without anyone saying it was just a dog. There’s an online site, Peternity, where you can go to connect with others that are going through the grieving process. They have a place where you can post free online memorials, a wonderful way to honor your dear friend.
Peternity also has an online store where you can purchase a vast array of memorial products. They are the same company who gave us the memorial blanket last winter for a contest. This time it’s one of their newest items that we’re giving away. One very lucky Dogster is going to have the honor of putting this special heart in their home.
Does your pet hold a special place in your heart? If so, choose to honor your dear pet’s memory in a special and unique way. Instead of a traditional urn, this hand crafted glass piece has a small portion of your pet’s cremains infused into the glass as it is being made.
The contest will run today through Monday, October 26th when I will choose the winner. To enter the contest just leave a comment in the comment section sharing a little about your beloved dog who you would like to win the heart for.
I want to thank Peternity for their generosity, I know that whoever wins this heart will cherish it forever. If you’re looking for a special way to honor your pet please stop by the Peternity site to consider one of their products, they have everything from art to urns.
SHE MADE MY HEART DANCE… …. TO CLOVER:
Clover, you came to me in a dream…a little furry ball with the biggest eyes. You were so small you could sit in one hand…you would lay on your back in my lap with your little paws curled up and sleep for hours. I was alone…and so were you….what a lovely pair we made! Well, at least Daddy thought so!
He was fast to learn “love me…love Clover”…we came as a pair. Do you remember the first supper date we had at Daddy’s? You little stinker! You ate the left overs (without us seeing you of course)…and made messes all over the house! Hmm….good thing he liked us heh?!
The years seem to have passed so fast; it is hard to believe it was almost 18 years. In those 18 years, we were rarely apart.
When I was sad, you would come up on my lap, and gently kiss my tears…put your little head on my shoulder and sigh. You love was enough to take away all my sorrows. You were so cuddly….and would lay in my arms like a wee baby for hours.
We lived in three different homes, and two cabins. You were there for every nail and board as Daddy and I built our dream cabin at the lake. You knew the routine so well….every Friday you would nearly turn yourself inside out with excitement as we loaded up the truck to go to the lake (as though we would ever leave you! BOL!)
The lake was your favourite place….all the silly squirels…and that stinky stinky skunk! You loved your place in the sun at the cabin – on the cushy futon with all the pillows….in front of the wood stove….THE best place in the whole world.
I watched your every move…never did you leave my sight…until now.
My heart will forever dance for you. Love Mummy….
OUR TIME IS SLIPPING AWAY
HOW DO I HOLD ON TO YOU
AND STILL LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO LET YOU GO?
HOW WILL I PUT OUT THE LIGHT
WHEN INSIDE MY HEART THE FIRES GROW?
HOW DO I TURN BACK THE TIME
AND TURN DEATH FROM THE DOOR?
HOW WILL I FILL MY EMPTY ARMS
WHEN I CAN’T HOLD YOU ANYMORE?
HOW WILL I JUST STEP BACK AND LET THINGS BE AS THEY MUST.
HOW CAN I SAY GOOD -BYE
WHEN I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH.
HOW WILL I STAY WARM AT NIGHT,
WHEN YOUR NOT CUDDLED BY MY SIDE?
HOW DO I PREPARE FOR THIS ?
LORD KNOWS HOW HARD I’VE TRIED.
HOW WILL I GIVE YOU BACK TO GOD
WHEN I FEEL THAT YOU ARE MINE.
HOW WILL I EVER ACCEPT THE FACT
WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME.
WRITTEN BY AUDREY W. (AKA MOMMA)
DEDICATED TO MY MOST BELOVED FRIEND IN THIS LIFETIME
MY DOG PUPPIE BUBBA WILMOT.
THIS POEM WAS STARTED ONE YR BEFORE I PASSED AND WAS FINISHED 1 WEEK AFTER MY JOURNEY TO THE RAINBOW BRIDGE.
THE WORDS FINALLY CAME FULL CIRCLE TO MOM.
ADOPTION MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME.IT MEANS A STREET RAT LIKE ME CAN FIND A WARM BED A FULL BOWL OF FOOD /WATER A GOOD DR A FIXED BROKEN LEG .FREEDOM FROM GIVING BIRTH ON THE STREETS TO MORE PUPPIES THAT WILL ONLY PARISH.
A FAMILY WHO LOVED ME ENOUGH TO HAVE ME SPAYED MY SHOTS. FIXED MY TEETH. BUT ALL THAT FALLS SECONDARY TO THE LOVE I FOUND WITH MY ADOPTED FAMILY OVER THE NEXT 19 YRS. THE LAST 5 YRS OF MY LIFE I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH CONGESTIVE HEART FAILURE AS TIME WENT ON MY HEART GREW SO WEAK.
I WAS PT ON 3 DIFFERENT MEDICATIONS
1.ANACARD
2.LASIX
3.DIOXIN .
THESE MEDS WERE THE ONLY WAY I COULD LIVE.AND THEY WERE VERY EXPENSIVE. I HAD TO HAVE THEM 2 X DAY. BUT DID THAT STOP MY FAMILY? NEVER!
I SADLY NEW THAT THERE WERE TIMES,, MANY OF THEM WHERE THEY GAVE UP THEIR OWN MEDICATIONS THEY NEEDED OR FOOD TO MAKE SURE I HAD LIFE SAVING MEDICATIONS I NEEDED.
THEY NEVER WENT FAR FROM HOME BECAUSE EVERYTHING IN THEIR LIFE WAS SCHEDULED AROUND MY NEEDS. I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT THERE ARE FEW OUT THERE WHO LOVE SO SELFLESSLY AS MOMMY & DADDY DID. THOSE WHO DO ARE ANGELS ON EARTH.
AND A LIL STREET RAT LIKE ME WELL I LIVED A LONG LOVING LIFE. AND WHEN THAT FAITHFUL DAY ROLLED IN UPON US I GOT TO SEE THE REAL LOVE.
THE TRUEST TEST OF ALL.
AFTER BREAKING MY BACK IN A LIL FALL OR TWIST DR SAID AT MY AGE IT COULD HAD BEEN A COUGH. BUT AFTER 7 DAYS OF ROUND THE CLOCK MORPHINE AND MOM DAD SLEEPING WITH ME ON THE FLOOR..
THE FINAL GIFT THEY GAVE ME WAS THE ULTIMATE GIFT FROM A BELOVED FAMILY.
AN HONOR SOME SAY… BESTOWED UPON A DOG/CAT OWNER .
THEY STAYED WITH ME AND HELD ME IN THEIR LOVING ARMS WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN THEIR FACES AS I TOOK MY FINAL BREATH AND WITH MY LAST EXHALE I SET THEM FREE FROM MY VIEW.. FOREVER.
THAT RAINY APRIL DAY
APRIL 17 2003
MY JOURNEY ENDED
NOT ON THE STREETS STARVING TO DEATH BUT IN MOMMY & DADDY’S LOVING ARMS..
Now mom and i make angel wings for the fur children who have passed to the rainbow bridge.this help to free them.and it starts the healing process for the families left behind.
it is such an honor to do this .and we have been blessed a million times over.
Lance was the best friend I ever had, and for sure the truest. He was with me for sixteen long and sometimes troubled years before he passed away in August. My father has always lived very far from me and my mother didn’t seem to really know what I needed. For a while I lived by myself in our trailer while my mom spent her time across the street with her boyfriend. The only comfort I had was Lance. I’m 24 now, and looking back it seems like Lance was my one main constant. I loved him so much. He was with me for my first days of middle school, high school, college, and he was even there with me as I graduated and moved away from home. He didn’t do the most tricks, he wasn’t the fastest, or the most lovable sometimes, but he was my constant. He was my dog…my Noble Knight…my Lance.
I was mommy’s birfday present when I was jus 9 weeks old. She gots ta choose between me or a hot air balloon ride an she chosed me!!!
I had a good life. I had 2 furless kids that grew up wif me an gots ta hike up lotsa mountains in British Columbia. Heck I even saw a rattlesnake but wouldn’t go anywhere near it. I wasn’t that dumb, bol.
I almose died when I was 3 from my vaccinations. It was Christmas time. Mommy says it was the worst Christmas she could ever remember but also the best cuz I pulled thru.
But then I got cancer a couple a months befur my 13th birfday. My furless bros an my pawrents stayed wif me right ta the end. Mommy tried ta be brave…they all did…even me.
But I know it broke their hearts inta a million pieces. An I know they still miss me even tho they know I’m watchin over em.
jasmin was one of the most special dog in the world. she used to love playing in the snow, eating pigs ears, she espically loved he mommy. when she was two years old she devolped epilepsy and had to go on pheneabarbotol. two days before her tenth birthday in 2006 she had seizure after seizure and we made the desicion to have her put to sleep. everyday i miss you and shiloh fills the void of having another dog, there is the void in my heart only you filled. rest in peace. hope you are up in heaven playing with opie like old times and when i die you will be waiting for me wagging your tail and being skinny.
Actually, my request is for a dear friend whose dog Mr. Rico passed away this last Friday. Mr. Rico was Denise’s teaching companion for her business of animal safety and emergency readiness for animals. Mr. Rico lived a long life of sharing love and service to many, many people. Helping folks understand what to do and how to do it in animal, esp. “dog” health emergencies. He was a graceful, loving, service dog to the max! Mr. Rico was rescued by Denise and lived a service life of 19 years. He is already missed by Denise and many more folks that he had touched with his warm demeanor and teaching visits. He was an example of calm and love for many folks!
Hats off to Mr. Rico, and I know that he resides in not only Denise’s heart forever, but has captured the hearts of many folks as well as fur folks. To be in a beautiful blue heart would be perfect for Mr. Rico since he was indeed a healer and protector of hundreds of hearts!
Paula
I want to enter on behalf of my dearly missed Ariel. I first saw him huddled by the entry of a factory on the street where I used to live. He was so matted I couldn’t tell what kind of dog he was, and so fearful he wouldn’t let me approach him. For three days I wooed him with treats and water, he finally followed me into my house, ghosting behind me like a bedraggled shadow. When I got him to a vet we found he’d had bones broken, very little food in recent memory and was filthy and matted to the skin. His bones had knit but crookedly, he would always limp a little. When I raised my voice around him he would hide under the furniture, whimpering in fear for hours, terrified that I might hurt him. It about broke my heart. In time he learned to trust me, he even regained his terrier strut. When he got older he lost his sight but that didn’t faze him, we’d moved to the country by then and he spent his later years enjoying lounging on the deck, sniffing the fresh breeze. I miss him dreadfully, he was so brave, he made me a better person, more patient and strong too. He taught me we could heal and even be stronger around the once broken parts.
In 2004 I was looking through petfinder.com for a black lab for my brother as a companion to his Golden, when I came across a senior black lab with no name along with a pictute of her staring at the floor in her dog run. I called Midlothian Animal shelter and they informed me she had 2 days before she would be put to sleep. Evidently she has escaped her death date several times due to the head of the shelter giving her more time to find a home. I met her the next day. She was so happy even though she had been in her cage for nearly 3 months. The next day when I woke, I knew she was our 3rd and last dog to rescue. The next day I picked her up and from then she has been the most loyal of all my dogs. On 10/19/07 my sweet Gypsy Girl was diagnosed with diabetes after taking her to the vet because she was having a hard time getting up. Once she started on insulin, she was able to get up and walk as long as her blood sugar was kept low. She stayed at the vet’s for 5 days. She had never been without me or her dog friend Indy and Lula since the day I adopted her. She came home because the vet thought she was ready. But she wasn’t. She could not get up. I spoke to the vet that night and we both agreed that if it she can’t get up and walk around, then that is no life for her. She got to spend one night with us. My son and I spend the the evening with her. The next morning my son tearfully said his goodbyes to her. I took her back to the vet. She didn’t want to go in. I had to lead her back to her kennel run. I wish I would have stayed awhile & told her goodbye. But I had no idea I would never see her alive again. That possibility didn’t even entermy mind. But instead I left, thinking it was best for her to get settled in by the vet tech. God I wish I would have stayed. I had planned on having her come back home for the weekend no matter what decision I had to make for her. But the vet wanted to keep her because they were having trouble keeping her blood suger normal. Sunday between noon and 2:45 she passed away in her nap. I am glad I didn’t have to make the decision to put her down. I am thankful I didn’t have to make the decision to end her life. But, I didn’t get to tell her goodbye and it is tearing me up inside. I miss her so much. I miss my sweet ole Gypsy Girl. No matter what, her tail was always wagging, even hours before she died.
We adopted BooBoo from the local animal shelter when he was six weeks old. My son was nine. He loved all three members of the family, and he expected to go everytime we left the house. He accompanied me to work everyday. Twice a photographer from the local paper saw him riding around town helping with family errands and took his picture. Both times he made the front page of the paper. He accompanied “his boy” through elementrary shool, jr. high and high school, four years of college, and four years of veterinary school. Finally his kidneys failed, and after extensive tests it was decided the kindest thing would be to put him down. “His boy” did that three days before his veterinary school graduation, and it was hard to celebrate this wonderful milestone; since Boo could not be there for it.
Blackie you where my help You let me know when I was having high blood sugar days and would lay with me when I was sick. I watched you being born and you would hide behind me when someone would came to look at your litter mates. You where so young to go but you are in a better place. I hold you as you crossed. You are now free of the sizure monster and at peace. Blackie you where my shadow and Big Clown. Mom misses you everyday.
Blackie (Dude’s Big Boy) 4-4-06-6-9-09
This is about my Rotti Jody or know affectionately as Jody Boy/Baby Boy and Bubba. Jody died in August 2006. We had lost our home in April that year. A nice lady with Ladies of Charity locally had volunteered to keep my him and my Shepard Princess. I thought she was going to let them inside if the weather was bad or it got really hot. But later found out it wasn’t like that. They had a metal shed they go in to get out of the weather, but the could not get in out of the heat. And Jody had trouble in the heat. I remember the first really hot day we had. I checked on them two or three times and put them fresh water. I guess a couple of days or so passed. I went to feed them on a weekend morning, and notice Princess came out to greet me, but not Jody. So I went to the shed and checked on him. He could not stand up, but I managed to pull him to his feet. I called my vet and took him in. The vet determined he had suffered Heat Exhaustion and kept him over night or maybe a couple of nights. But released him even though he could not really stand up well. He did manage to get up with my help. Well a firend had a month or two left on her lease and had bought a house, so she let us stay there. I came home from work one day and he had apparently got down and pooped on the wall or near, but had managed to get back up. The next day I took him to another vet who worked a little harder on trying to give him a little more time. He gave him some injections and prescriptions. He did well got around good for about a week, but it just seemed he just could not keep on his feet. For another a few days I loved on him and helped him eat but he just did not eat enough to keep himself going. I fed him on his last morning and he spit up what looked like coffee grounds. I picked him in my arms, all 80 to 90 pounds and took back to the new vet who tried hard to help him. Finally that afternoon the office called and said they did n’t think he was going to make it so if I wanted to see him to come. I went and loved on him until he took his last breath. I told them I had wanted to get him cremated, They gave me a pmaplet of a place who did creamate. I called and arranged it with them. They went to the vet got him. I called several times to see where they were in the process, it was slow. They finally did it and returned his ashes to the vet who failed to contact me. When I called after I thought was enough time for the process, I was told he had been returned to the creamtory because I had not come for him. I hurried and called them and was told his ashes had not been claimed and they had been scattered. I’ve always felt I let my Baby Boy down. I let his ashes be scattered by strangers and no idea where they werescattered. He was twelve and a half years old. He and Princess out lived both my parents and we had them as pups. I have always wanted something to remember him by a memorial or something. I have Princess’ ashes, a rescue who fostered her had her creamated for me. But I just feel like I need something to set with her wooden urn to remember Jody. He was her Bubba and my Baby Boy after Mom amd Dad died. Though I have no ashes of my Jody, this would be a wonderful memorial to him to keep with his sister Princess’ ashes. Jody Boy 01/27/1994. I miss them both everyday.
Princess was my closest friend and companion. She came to me when she was a mere 6 weeks old and did not leave me until one week before her 14th birthday. She fought cancer for 1 year and was brave and sweet the entire time.
For much of her almost 14 years I worked at home and had her with me almost 24/7. Unlike many furfriends, she stayed with me through thick and thin never leaving if I was upset. Instead, she would come to me and put her her head on my knee or in my lap, just to let me know she was there and that things would be OK.
After her passing, over two years ago, there was something I could not place that was missing from our home. Not just her physical presence but something else. One day I realized that it was JOY. Princess was the incarnation of JOY and sweetness. Her best furfriend was an orange tabby cat named Critter who adopted us on Christmas day the winter before I got Princess. They remained fast friends for over 10 years when he lost his battle with cancer as well.
There is a connection I have with Princess that has and will continue to transcend time and separation for I have no doubt that we will meet again.
My friend of 16 and 1/2 years was put to rest on July 3rd of this year. Jack, my beloved dog, was a blessing to have for all of these years. God helped me with Jack’s illness and passing. I didn’t know how I would know when it was ‘time’, but God knew, and he has helped me through this life transition. Jack, my beloved dog, His picture is on my desk at school, and when I have a chance to share ‘him’ with my students, I do. As tears fill my eyes now, I think of him and how much we went through together. May God give you all strength as He has me, and let’s remember our pets/loved ones as we continue through this journey without them. Jack made me laugh, cry, love and fell loved for many years. The unconditional love for him brought joy that doesn’t reach understanding unless you too have suffered loss of your pet. May God bless!
Sebastian was the first dog I chose on my own. We were best buds from the start. He was with me through it all: laughing, crying, painting, moving.
He had such a big heart. Any time he’d hear me crying, he would find me from wherever he was and try to comfort me. He’d put his paw on my leg and look at me as if to clear himself of any wrongdoing (!) and then sat at my side until I stopped crying.
He was also the self-appointed caregiver for the rest of the dog family. Dogs 2, 3, and 4 came along and he passed on his tricks of the dog trade to each of them.
My “cute little white kid” got sick last January, the same day my husband got sick. While I took Sebastian to the vet, Mike sat in the car. When I took Mike to the ER, Sebastian sat in the car. I’d check on him occasionally.
Mike never came home and died 11 days later. Three days later I had to pick up Super S at the kennel to take him to the vet. He wasn’t eating but was expelling on both ends. Seemed rather lifeless.
Again, he perked back up. My parents left one week after the funeral. That day, Sebastian’s health began to deteriorate again. Four days later, I took him to the vet. His favorite vet and vet tech were there as we watched him take his last breath.
He was born in Nashville in 1994 and crossed over the Rainbow Bridge Feb 4, 2008. I miss his goofiness and his unconditional love.
I’ll see you one day, Squirt!
Winnie came into our lives in early 2003. I saw her picture on Petfinder and after I saw the look in her eyes my heart just melted. She looked like she was saying to me. “Please bring me home and love me”. We drove a couple hours with our other German Shepherd, Zoey, in the back of the car to meet her and see if they got along. She looked so scared, but immediately bonded with my husband. She started to show signs of anxiety and also aggression toward Zoey and non-pack members. You see she was never properly socialized as a puppy and after talking to the breeder, she told me her mother was what called “a tough dog” After five years of trying to rehabilitate her with training, medicine and keeping both dogs separated, the fights became worse and she began to have behavioral seizures. We are friends who is in charge of a German Shepherd Rescue and she told us Winnie could never be rehomed due to her aggression Though Winnie had these problems, to my husband, daughter and me, she was the most loving dog you could have. You couldn’t bend over to tie your shoe without getting your whole face wet with kisses. She lived for being with us and was glued to my husband’s side when he was home. The hardest decision was when we had to say goodbye to our sweet Winnie after a brutal fight that was brought on due to an anxiety attack. We miss her terrible and even though
Winnie Continued:
it was almost a year ago, I think of her every day and the tears flow constantly. We tried to give her the best life possible and she was a part of our family for five years. A piece of my heart died that January 9th, but I still have my sweet Zoey to comfort me when I am sad.
I had my beloved Sedona before I had kids and we shared a very special bond. She was a sweet dog that loved everyone and was my shadow. When I had my babies she welcomed them with a wagging tail. When my daughter brought home a kitten, she accepted it as if it were her own pup. Sedona lived to the ripe old age of 18. We called her our “energizer bunny” because she lost her eyesight but never gave up and trudged on to overcome that obstacle. I loved her and miss her every day. She will always have a special place in my heart. Wait for me at the rainbow bridge my darling. Until we meet again…..
They say that there’s one dog that is your Forever Dog and that they will be with you for all of time… Angel was mine. She was given to me by my best friend and her mother in 1997 after another one of my furbabies had passed away. A mix of white Shepherd, Akita, and a few other things thrown in, she was one of the smartest dogs I had ever seen. If we didn’t want her in a certain area, we had a doggie gate that we put up. That soon became useless. She would look up at us, glare, then pick the gate up in her mouth, scoot it over just enough to let her slip out, then just walk right in. She soon also learned that by putting her mouth on a door knob and turning, that it would open for her. Whenever someone was sad and needed cheering up, she was always there. As she got older, though she would began to slow down a bit, she still had that puppy attitude. In 2008, at the age of 10, her age finally caught up with her. Laying next to me in bed, she moved close against me, seized for a second, then passed away within my arms to await the day that we would meet again at the Rainbow Bridge. The vet said that her heart had just given out because of her age. Though Angel is no longer with me in body, she is and always will be with me in spirit and heart.
My cosmo has kidney disease and so I treasure every moment I have left with him. He’s so sweet and loveable. He is my baby as I’m a single “mom”.
Some people believe that in your lifetime you will have a pet that will always be “the one.”
For me, his name was Damon. He was a beautiful Doberman Pinscher.
I stupidly got him with my ex. When we broke up a short time later he told me he would never let me have him back. We also had a female Dobie, Zori, who he gave away when I moved out, just to be spiteful.
As luck would have it, my ex decided to move to Florida and decided not to take the dog with him. I hadn’t lived with Damon for over 2 years, so I was nervous about him coming to live with me.
No reason to be nervous, because he fit right in with our household. I took him everywhere with me.
Unfortunately, I lost him to “Wobblers.” I think of him and cry every couple of months and it’s been 10 years.
I miss you!
I just lost my best friend Bailey last Friday. I am having such a difficult time with this. I miss him so much, I can barely breathe. I have cried hard every day this week. I have his ashes sitting on my dresser. I wish there was an easier way to get through this. I know I’m rambling, but my brain feels a bit scrambled at the moment.
I’m crying so hard right now, I can barely see…I love you Bailey, and I miss you with all of my heart. You were a great dog…sad…
Neana was my first dog. She was mine. She was more than a dog, she was like a daughter. She meant the world to me. She left too soon. I grieved then as I do today.
I am writing here about Rusty. He came to our home when we lost another golden retriever, Cody. Rusty was a beautiful golden. He loved tennis balls and chasing them. He was the dog that kept our older golden active. He was the strong dog, the friendly one, the active one. He spent 7 wonderful years in our home giving us joy and fun. I mentioned that he loved tennis balls. To Rusty, they did not live alone, only in pairs. Atan early age, he learned to put two in his mouth. After that point, there was never a lone tennis ball in our house. There were pairs in chairs, at the top of the stairs, pairs in laps, by the door. We could not throw just one to be retrieved, only two.
Late in the summer, two years ago, Rusty had moments, then days, when he didn’t look and act “right”. His eyes glazed over, he laid down and didn’t run in the yard, left the tennis balls where they were. We thought something was wrong, but he would always snap back. Then, on Halloween night, he woke us up panting heavily. His nose and paws were ice cold and he could not stand up. We called our vet and brought him in to their office. I hugged him, petted him, and said goodbye – thinking we would see him again. But, less than 8 hours later he was gone. HIs spleen and liver were overcome with cancer – hemangiocarcoma that is common for golden retrievers.
I still miss him even though there are other goldens in our home. None are the same and none can take the place of another.
I’m posting on behalf of my buddy, Teddy. Teddy was a once in a lifetime friend who taught me a lot about love and loss. Teddy came into my life as an elderly pup whose elderly owner had recently passed away. Teddy and I bonded so quickly and so thoroughly – it was true love! Teddy had so many health problems, but through it all he was so happy and never quit making me smile every day. He came to work with me every day, went on farm calls with me and was a favorite all around town. I’m a veterinarian, and have to face tough situations with beloved pets every day which can be incredibly difficult, but I have never faced anything as tough as when I lost Teddy. He really gave me a new appreciation for love and life and the amazing bond that we have with our pets. I’ll always miss him – he has a piece of my heart forever!
I am still living with my human – thank dog for that – but we lost a member of our furmily earlier this year. She may not have been a a dog, but she was a much-loved member of the furry family. Here is what my human has to say about her:
Sable was the most gregarious and outgoing cat I have ever known. She was almost dog-like in personality. She’d play fetch, would come when called, and loved nothing more than being the center of attention.
She came into our lives as a stray. Thin, hungry, and clearly neglected. We hadn’t been looking for another cat, but Sable was the type of cat who wouldn’t ever take no for an answer. She may have only lived with us for three short years, but she packed an incredible amount of living in that time. She was a one of a kind, special cat, and there won’t ever be another one like her.
Babe was our first westie. We got her from a backyard breeder. My hubby wasn’t sure about getting her until she went up to him and gave him a big ole kiss on the nose. That won him over. She was such a wonderful girl. She went everywhere with us. She had to sit on my lap on a pillow and watch out the front window to see where we were going.
She went through dog training with my daughter in 4-H. She was known as the whiner. She did what she was asked but she made sure everyone knew she wasn’t happy about it. I couldn’t watch because she would not work if she saw me.
Later in years she could chase a rabbit and stop and come back to us if we yelled at her. Now what terrier would do that? Our elderly neighbor would call and ask if we could bring Babe over to chase the rabbits out of the yard.
I had a ruptured disc shortly after we got her. She was by my side the whole month I had to spend in bed. We still managed to housebreak her, but we had such a very close bond. She never left my side even as I got better.
We had a wonderful 14 and a half years with her. She taught me alot…like peach pits have cyanide in them when in the stomach and that causes seizures. She had stomach surgery because she swallowed a piece of a beef rib bone when we wrestled it out of her mouth. It broke and she quickly swallowed the broken piece. It got stuck in her throat and we rushed her to the vet. Between the vet and me we got it pushed into her stomach and the next morning she had surgery. I slept on the floor at home next to her side. They operated and took the bone out and found a peach pit in her stomach, too. Once removed her seizures stopped.
At the end she was very restless and couldn’t sleep. I laid on the floor with her all night and kept my eye on her. I had to make that call to the vet in the morning. He said he would be right over. I called all the kids and hubby(he was on the road and couldn’t make it). We gathered in the living room and sat around Babe and remembered all the good times with her and hugged her and told her how much we loved her and cherished her.
The vet came and I hugged her and whispered in her ear my thanks and my love. She passed peacefully in the mist of all our love.
She was my bestest friend and will always be in my heart.
She gave me love and her heart. She is still the love of my life forever and ever. And boy do I still miss her.
Babe….11/14/89 to 7/14/04
Carol
This is for my Beloved Cleo….. there isnt a day I dont ache for her… and this is hard to type through the tears. Her page is http://www.dogster.com/dogs/655745
” ……. She collapsed on Tues 16th March 2005…..called the vets out .They got her back to the surgery … threw everything at her. X ray showed 100s of tiny cancers in her chest. Vet said that if she hadnt been in such good condition (irony) she would have shown long ago… but she was never in pain .He thought that the hormone rush from her last season ,which had just ended , had triggered the collapse.
Wednesday I went to the vets to be with her. Laid on the floor with her.
Talked to her about the beautiful Welsh hill farm house where she was born… I sent her spirit back there. I called the chap on Thurs… always kept in touch and sent letters and pics at Xmas. He lit a lantern for her to find her way home and walked the dogs out to ”meet” her on Thurs
Her full name was Gaelic …. Caecilaltdu… means ”field where the spring rises”…she 1st swam in the pool as a 6week old puppy.
She died in my arms … loved, stroked and safe…. the last thing she heard was me telling her how beautiful she was
She was only 8 1/2 and had never had a day sick in her life. it was all over in 24 hrs.At least she didn’t suffer. She was the light in my soul …. a very special Lady……… ”
Pawprints on the heart never fade.
Buster you came into my life for a reason.you helped me through my divorce and when i lost my grandmother and after my accident at work.you watched over me after my back surgerys and was always there to listen to my problems and would love on me when i was crying to make me feel better.you died a very painful death when that mean man stole you from me 3 days before your 18th birthday and let you freeze to death.but you will never be frogotten for all the love you gave to me.i miss you everday of my life.i even had your picture tattoed above my heart so you are always with me.(My best friend)Mom Loves you and misses you so much
A Min-Pin & I met on 5-5-05, he was my b-day gift…& gift he was!! Of course his name was 5!!
The truth of the matter is that I had no one B4..5, I had lived a horrible life!! I didn’t care about anyone but myself….till 5 came into my life. It’s becoming more & more clear to me that 5 was a gift from heaven!! I was so selfish becuz I HAD been addicted to drugs (heroin)…for many years… Then 5y would give me this look of utter dissappointment & sadness when I would either do my thing or be high…He still cuddled with me and loved me but he communicated to me in his own way something that pulled me through a time in my life to WANT to be the best dog owner ever! Using was stopping me from being just that!! I really don’t know how or what he said or did but my true friend helped me become who I am today!! For reals had it not been for 5….I’d still be a lost soul. 5 is gone now, I don’t think I’ll EVER be over him! Just the same he’ll never be over me…He watches over me from Dog Heaven…I KNOW he does!! I don’t necessarily wish to win… I’d like others to know the impact of UNCONDITIONAL LOVE a special friend can give and that being the best dog owner ever is just as important as being the BEST HUMAN OWNER!! Not one day goes by that I don’t thank my 5 and only hope some one else out here have a dog as loving and inspirational as mine! I LUV U 5!
(i hope i made scents?)
Am I the only pup who is wondering why this hasn’t been announced? All the entries were fabulous … and made me cry … all so much heart….xoxoxo
Thank you to all that entered, the entries were all heart touching. We let Peternity pick the winner, and would like to congratulate Vida for being chosen.