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NELLIE & SCARLET 17th of Feb., 2004 / 8th of June 2003  NELLIE  SCARLET Lovingly missed by Paulette Nelson and family Savannah, GA |
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found Nellie by a dumpster in a trailer park. She
was there with 8 siblings, one with a can of peas stuck on his
head. The puppies were so different. One looked like a rottie, one a
hound, one a yellow lab, then Nellie. She looked a pig! She had a curly
tail and a black tongue. We took them all home and found homes for all
except Nellie and the "can head". They seem to love each other so we
kept them together. Nellie was the funniest dog. She would clean his
ears, Woofer (aka can head) and "flea" every dog we have. I never knew
how she knew where they were itching. I think maybe she was itching
there herself, but none of them would flea her back. I have pictures of
her cleaning one our dogs neck. She just kept them all tidy. When
sitting in the living room our front door is glass, and she would come
up on the porch and look in at us until someone would get up and let
in. I keep looking for her and expect to see her there now. Last
weekend she started acting funny, real listless like. She'd come up and
butt you with her and not move away. Just stand there with her on your
leg. That wasn't like her at all. On Tuesday night she threw up a lot.
On Wednesday we took her to the vet and her said her blood was thin and
thought it was her liver shutting down. He never called us with the
results until Friday. He said he was 90% sure she had tumors. I didn't
see how he could tell that from blood work so I asked for an x-ray. On
Saturday my husband took her and had x-ray done. He saw a tumor from
her pancreas to her liver. During this whole time from Tuesday to Saturday she quit eating. We gave
a shot to try to increase her appetite. It didn't work. She was really
weak on Monday and on Tuesday my husband made the choice to take her
back to the vet. He said it was "time". I had prayed and prayed that
God would have mercy on her and not make us have to make that choice.
On the way to the vet he said she looked at him and barked three times.
He told her it was ok, that she could go. He told
her we would be ok.
She took two deep breaths and when she let out the second breath he
said a huge flock of seagulls flew into the air. I hope they were
taking her spirit with them. My other dog Scarlet was also a stray.
She died with kidney failure in June. We were camping when it happened.
I never would have went camping had I known she was so sick. On the
afternoon of her death my husband begged me to go off in the boat with
him and our two kids. I had moped around all day. He finally convinced
me into going. It was a little before sunset and the sky was so blue. I
looked up and as far as I could see in both directions there was this
cloud. It looked just like the head of a dog with angel wings. And the
wings were stretched out the entire horizon. It was amazing.
I just wish I had my camera. |
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| In Loving
Memory of JENNIFER September 21, 1986 January 27, 2004  Lovingly missed by CAROL MASSA NYC |
GONE TOO SOON If tears could build a stairway And memories a lane I’d walk up to Heaven And bring you home again. But since I have to stay behind Until God calls me too Donut be afraid my little girl That he's called for only you. You know it's hard you're not around Because you're in Heaven smiling down Watching me as I pray for you Every day I pray for you. Still at night I lie awake And ponder our bond that broke And wish you were here to dry my tears And rid me of my fears. Once I finally fall asleep With your blanket clenched to me I know that even though you're gone I feel were still a team. Until the day we meet again In my heart is where I keep you friend Memories give me the strength I need to proceed The strength I need to believe. And when my eyes no longer see Is when we'll cuddle again Once I enter Heaven's gates The gates you'll open for me. Until that day, You angel of mine I await beneath your wings Until it becomes my time. (author Kelly) |
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MAGGY March 10, 2004  Joe Maringo / Director Southwest Pennsylvania Retriever Rescue Organization or S.P.A.R.R.O. A 501c3 recognized Charitable Organization 142 Stark Drive Plum, Pa. 15239 412-795-0163 email jobarlabs@adelphia.net website www.sparro.org/ website www.sparro.petfinder.org At 12:10 pm on March 10, 2004, my beloved Maggy went to be with the angels. She had rapidly declined since Saturday after some very positive progress. I took her for an ultrasound today and we found her to have Hemagiosarcoma (sp) or cancer. Her liver was 3 times the normal size and her spleen, lungs, and heart where also compromised by the disease. She passed quietly in my arms while sitting in front of the fireplace in her favorite room, her mate and one of her pups from her first litter by her side. I have lost the love of my life, and i know that i will never get over her. She changed my life so much 8 1/2 years ago, and made it possible for me to change the lives for so many other dogs. She has left a legacy of love in her offspring as well as the 200+ dogs that would never have found homes if she had never came to live with me. May the sun shine brightly on your sweet face and the warm breezes caress you for eternity, my dear Magpie. Save a place for me. |
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Time Too Short 3/13/04 I remember it like yesterday, the day you came into my heart. Small and furry looking more like a bear than a dog. Without ever knowing it we had started on a journey of love. You had hit the ground running and never looked back. How quickly you wiggled your way from an “outside dog”, To a “bed hog” in just a few short days. We had never had an inside dog before that day, We will never have an outside dog again. Memories of the months you spent training to be the perfect duck dog, Only to find that you hated the water. Even so, you loved to go hunting, as long as you didn’t have to swim, And you knew when I pulled out your cammo vest that we where going to have fun. I was disappointed, but you knew what you where doing. Because you did not swim we brought Hunter home. You now had a friend, a companion, a mate for life. It was time for you to teach us once again. Your first litter of pups where beautiful, As where the three litters that followed. You where the perfect mother, even when you had 15 And you taught me that not every person deserves to have a dog. As I traveled for work you always stood sentinel for me, Sitting on the hill above the house, staring out the road, awaiting my return. Barb always knew when I was coming home, she would ask, How long till you get here, Maggy is waiting to say hello. Our dog family had grown, and we where now six, But you had more to teach me still. When you have six, what harm is there in a few more? As we started to rescue you enjoyed meeting the many new dogs that came and went. As more and more dogs came through, there was less time for boat rides, Less time for long walks, and less time for the important things. Still you would sit on the hill, hours of waiting just for a few minutes with Dad. You would jump up and do the big stretch, and I was always glad to see you waiting for me Then came the day, that dreadful, horrible day, When I suddenly realized you where not immortal. The vet said we can save her, I held out hope. But it was not to be, and my soul will never be the same. We spent a lifetime together, but it was only eight short years. But even in the end you still had a lesson for me, Live life like there is no tomorrow, and enjoy the smallest details For no matter how long you live, it is always a time too short I know if there is a hill at the end of the Rainbow Bridge You are sitting there now, waiting, watching, knowing that I will soon be there. I trust that you will round up all the others and have them there when I arrive. But for me, it will be an eternity until we meet again. |
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This is my loyal and
trusted friend, Roscoe, who I've had for 13 years. I will miss him
tremendously, we have been through many different trials and he has
always been there to make my life easier. He will have a lot of company
with my other dogs and a horse when he passes over... I think he will
be happy. Anne |
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| In Loving
Memory of K-9 MADDOG see page 18 April 29, 2004 |
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