February 24th 2008 2:47 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
Oh Roscoe, you and I were meant for each other. From the moment we first met we both knew it. We were true soulmates. You were so gentle and kind, and like me you were shy and quite nervous. We understood each other, and our love was deep and true. I am still there, beside you, and always will be until one day we are reunited again. Your poem is so beautiful, and will be treasured for ever.
Thank you for all the happiness you gave me. Our time together was too short, but could not have been sweeter. Death cannot divide us.
Your loving girlfriend at the Rainbow Bridge, Emily xxx
From the moment I first laid my eyes on your beautiful face
I knew immediately this was my hearts place
With your wonderful smile and those lovely soulful eyes
How sad and tragic that our breed is often predisposed to such a demise
A joy and delight and a friend to one and all
It seemed to early for you to receive the Rainbow Bridge call
Run and play my sweet Emily with our others that wait there too
You are now painfree and healthy while you wait for us to come to you
Your gentle loving spirit will so deeply be missed
In my heart you will be forever, I promise you this
Your ever-devoted Roscoe
(who can only take a little credit for this)
February 24th 2008 2:41 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
I was so sad to leave you dearest Tully. You were a really special friend to me, and I love this poem that you and your mummy wrote for me. I am happy now, and running free, but I miss everyone that I love back home and am watching over you all, all the time. It's wonderful to be with Phoebe and Daisy Dog again, so try not to cry for me. I would like mummy and Amber to stop crying too, but I know that the support of all our friends here will be a comfort to them. The poem says all the things that mummy is feeling:
To my great friend, Emily
With your sweet little button face,
There was no better friend than you,
You had such style and grace.
Oh how I wish you didn't go
To that bridge so far away,
That instead, you could be here with me,
so we could run and play.
I know you had to go,
So you could ease your pain,
But you took some sunshine with you,
And left us with the rain.
God must have needed another beautiful girl,
To make his heavens bright,
He gave you a halo and wings of gold,
So you could take your flight
And now you're watching over me
From heaven up above,
Still sharing your great friendship,
And spreading your sweet love.
I'll Miss You, Always
February 11th 2008 2:48 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
Yesterday I was finally well enough to go for a walk with mummy and Amber! I was really excited, and it was a lovely day too, cold but sunny and as it was a Sunday it was quiet out. Some people did try and make a big fuss of us - we were on our twin lead - but I backed off and let Amber take all the attention.
I had some fun on the walk. I discovered that if, when Amber tries to dive round the side of a lampost, I stand still, then she can only get half-way round it and she bangs her head against it. She did that twice before she learnt her lesson! No sense, no feeling as mummy would say. Mummy fussed Amber and told her to remember I was on the same lead. I looked very innocent, but I was having a quiet laugh to myself!
Later, Amber tried to jump up on a low wall, that she likes to walk along. She nearly choked me, but I stayed on the pavement, so she tumbled off again, looking very surprised. The moment she was back on the pavement, and standing on all four legs, I astonished both mummy and Amber by jumping on the wall myself. Amber was very good, she didn't stay put and make me fall off, she jumped up with me, and asked me why I hadn't joined her the first time. I don't know why. Perhaps I felt mischevious!
Mummy says that my pills have made a big, big difference to me, and they have too. I didn't get out of breath, didn't cough during the walk and never yelped with pain once. Mummy has to be careful when she's putting my collar on, because my neck still gets sore, but even when we got back I was still full of energy and didn't flop down in a heap like I usually do.
I've got my barking voice back too, and have given the Yorkies over the back a big scare during the past two days. This morning mummy phoned the vet and I can have one more month of the pills before I have to go back and see him, to have my bloods done and everything checked. That's really good news, as I'm not too keen on visiting the vet.
I'm like a 'new' dog at the moment, and I've even jumped on the side of the pond again, and done a little 'gardening' for mummy when she wasn't looking. Amber and I cleared out a whole patio pot of mud for her, ready for her to put new plants in it in the spring (new mud too, but we'll gloss over that!)
Everyone here on Dogster has been so kind to me while I've been poorly, and it made a big difference to me knowing that so many of my pals in Tiny Paws and Cavaliers4eva were praying for me and lighting candles. The vet says it's little short of a miracle at the moment, but mummy knows that the prayers and loving wishes made a big, big difference. No one knows what tomorrow holds, but right now I'm doing well and having a proper, happy life, so THANK YOU to everyone, and let's hope I can go on having walks all through the spring and summer too. I need to, because frankly Amber isn't safe to be let out on her own!
January 20th 2008 10:48 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
This is just a quick entry to say a very big 'Thank You' to all my dear pup pals on Dogster, who have been sending me pawmails and rosettes and praying for me. It's so kind of you all, and I really, really hope that I'm soon feeling much better. Mummy says that she's sure I will be, with all that love coming my way.
I don't feel very well today, but the vet said I'd have good days and bad days until I'm 'sorted out'. I'm not sure what 'sorted out' means, but I think it's what mummy has to do to Amber quite often, usually when she's been in the wildlife border!
Thank you again, and I send my love to all of you.
Hugs and kisses.
January 9th 2008 8:14 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
Well, I've finally seen the vet about my yelping, and my lack of appetite, and the fact that I don't enjoy my walks as much as I used to. Unfortunately for me, he found I had lots of different things wrong, but he said I have very good teeth and a pretty face!
12 months ago I had a really good, strong heart, but today when he tested it he found that I have developed a Grade 3 heart murmur. He doesn't know why that's happened, as I wasn't born with it. Mummy had wanted me spayed, but in case my heart disease is getting worse very fast, we have to wait another year and see what has happened then. If it is worse, spaying me would be too dangerous.
After that he did my anal glands (yuck) but said they weren't bad enough to be making me yelp or feel unwell. He poked and prodded me around - he's very nice but I was flinching and moving about and looking very unhappy indeed, my 'rescue dog' look - and then he told mummy that I have disc disease. She's not sure what that means, but assumes it's arthritis, although again I'm very young. Two discs in my neck are affected, and the discs in my lower spine. This is why I yelp such a lot, any little knock sends really bad pain waves all down my spine and right up into my head. Also, that's partly why I won't go near people to be patted, because patting my head makes my neck hurt very badly.
The vet has given mummy some painkillers, which I will have to take, on and off, for the rest of my life. If they don't help me at all (and I hope they do as I want to jump on the pond again!) she has to phone him and take me back. If they do help she has to slowly taper them off and see how I manage on a tiny dose. In three months she will take me back for him to have another look and make sure they're not affecting my kidneys.
Mummy is very upset, and Amber - who had been howling and running round the house while I was gone - didn't know whether to jump at me or try to comfort mummy first. I told her to jump at mummy and comfort me!
Mummy says she'll make sure I only have nice, slow walks along the river - hurrah - and she will make sure that I have as good a time as possible. That means lots of lap time I hope! The disc problem is progressive, so it will get worse, but I'm not going to think about that. I also had my booster today, so right now I'm totally worn out.
Although I'm quite happy, mummy would like my friends on Dogster to send me nice healing vibes and say a little prayer for me, just to try and help the pills work and stop my heart from getting worse too quickly. Amber says that she will be good for A WHOLE WEEK if that will help me. Mummy says that will be nice even if it doesn't make any difference at all!
What a day. I think I'll go and have a sleep now, I feel quite worn out.
January 2nd 2008 12:38 pm
[ Leave A Comment ]
Well, that's it then. Santa Paws has gone home for his year long sleep, the fireworks have seen the New Year in - and nearly frightened me to death - and today my Prince (Master Guardian) has gone back to London. The holiday is over and now the new year has begun.
This year is different for me though, because I have my very attentive, devoted and loving boyfriend, Roscoe, to help me through my shy times. Although he's on the other side of the Pond - I never see him, not even when I run all round the wall that surrounds our pond - he's always in my thoughts and he sends me loving little notes and thoughts that whizz into my head like magic. He is so, so special to me, and his photo is on mummy's desk so that I can lie beside her and gaze up at him. Amber says I'm a sap! I don't care what she says. I LOVE YOU, Roscoe!
That reminds me, as if I needed reminding, that I also have Amber with me this year. She says I should have mentioned her first, but that's because Amber always likes to be first! I can't believe she wasn't here a year ago. She seems to have been with us FOR EVER bol! Twelve months ago mummy had a bad allergic reaction to her dogs, and the two puppies had to go to new homes. Willow went to a farm - she's a mummy now and has six five week old fur babies at the moment - and Amber went off to a nice home too but we don't get news of her. I was left all on my own here, although of course I was sooooo relieved to stay with mummy, but I did get a bit lonely and by May mummy was improving and someone told her to try a ruby Cavalier because their fur is different. So, in bounced Amber. No one had told us that Amber was different in EVERY way!! She's certainly livened things up around here, and she and I hate to be separated at all, even for five minutes. If one of us gets shut in mummy's study when she goes out into the kitchen, then the one who is with mummy scratches on the door to tell her what'shappened. Mummy doesn't understand why the dog who has been left in the study doesn't scratch, but that's because we know that mummy wouldn't SEE that one scratching, and humans don't hear as well as us dogs. Honestly, sometimes even the best of mummies can be a bit slow on the uptake!
I've heard mummy saying that I've got to have some health checks done soon as I keep yelping. I yelp if someone picks me up, arching my back to try and protect myself, and I yelp if anything jars my back end. I'm not quite so playful right now either, but mummy is hoping it's nothing serious. I'll be seeing the vet next week, if he can fit me in. Eeeeek, I don't like going there, and I never make a sound when I sit shivering on his table. That means I won't yelp when he touches me, so mummy will feel rather foolish! He's a good vet though, so mummy hopes he can still work it out. Paws crossed everyone. I'll let you know in my diary when mummy gets any more information.
Amber and I have had lots of great presents from our Dogster pals, and lots of good wishes for the New Year, for us and for our furless family. We'd like to say thank you to everyone, and to Dogster because it's such a grrreat and friendly place, and we have met the most wonderful pup pals and their families. Also, the site should have proved to Amber that she is NOT the only dog in the world, in fact she is just one relatively small (although extremely compact!) little dog in a world that's full of dogs. Of course it hasn't done any such thing, she just bounces around the site in her Tiggerish way searching for friends and exciting things to do and say!
All I want to say is a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone, from all of us here in Lincolnshire, UK. May it be a pawsome one for each and every one of us.
December 15th 2007 2:05 pm
[ Leave A Comment ]
This entry came to my mummy in an email. Amber and I wanted it put in both our diaries, and if any other pup feels they would like to put it in theirs too, that would be great. We all think it carries such an important Christmas message:
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
With no thought of the dog filling their head
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Claus - with eyes full of tears
He un-chained the dog, once so lively and quick
Last year's Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all."
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear
The gift of a dog is not just for the season
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons
In our haste to think of the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed
A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight
"You weren't given a gift! You were given a LIFE!"
December 1st 2007 2:57 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
Amber isn't her usual bouncy self this morning, so I am having to cheer her up by barking a lot and playing with her favourite toys. She's upset because THE GATE is going up. It's a really big, strong wooden back gate, and there are two strong bolts on it, one at the top and one at the bottom. Even a 'bolter' like Amber won't be able to open those! The husband of a friend of mummy's is doing it for us, which is really kind of him, although Amber doesn't think so!
We can't see through it, so we won't be able to see the cats out the front any more, and no one can see us from the pavement. That cuts out my cheerful barked greetings to any passer by who catches my eye, but it's worth losing that to know that Amber is safe. No more unsupervised dashes across busy roads as she heads to the park for her!
Mummy says that there are dognappers in the area, so that's another good thing about the gate. They won't know we're here. We used to stand by the wrought iron gate and look out, our tails wagging in unison, and some workmen once admired us rather too much. The local paper carries quite a lot of stories about pedigree dogs being dognapped. I'm not sure if they'd manage to catch me, but Amber would bound into their arms and lick them all over!
The gate means that Amber has to go out to work for a few weeks, to earn the money to pay for it. She is going to work as a friendly sales assistant in an antique shop, bol! I can just imagine her there, knocking over every single valuable item as she dashed to greet the customers! Maybe we'll be fed less, to help pay for it? Eeek, that wouldn't be much fun. No, I think mummy is just pulling our leg (which one?) and really she'll work a bit harder to pay for it. She says she has no idea why when people are having to work really hard and have no time to rest it's called 'a dog's life'. She says it should be called a 'mummy's life'. She might have a point.
Amber and I are off to have a little rest by the radiator now, as it's very cold today. Mummy can start to cook the lunch, but she can have a coffee first. Honestly we don't know what she's complaining about!
November 14th 2007 5:29 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
Amber and I have had a nice time this morning. Usually we - but me the most - like to help her with the gardening. Today, however, she was busy indoors wrapping Christmas presents, then making up the parcels. She was doing ones for abroad - I'm not sure where that is - which need to go early because our postmen keep going on strike. Amber says they must be matchstick men if they strike!
Mummy isn't a good present wrapper. In fact, she's a very bad one. She's better at gardening, but as daddy is quite unwell at the moment, she had to manage on her own. Once or twice she covered our ears before she spoke!
The best part was when I discovered that if Amber and I sat under the kitchen table, then we would get a non-stop supply of small pieces of sellotape, heavy duty tape and tiny pieces of Christmas paper floating down to us. My they were tasty, almost as good as the tripe sticks we had after we were groomed today.
Mummy kept saying 'drop it!' or 'leave it!' and said we would choke if we actually swallowed the sellotape, so we both kept it in our mouths. This meant that mummy ended up holding down the end of some Christmas wrapping paper with one hand and trying to pull a small piece of sticky sellotape out of my mouth with the other. I kept my mouth tightly closed - the game is more fun that way - and in the end she had to let go of the paper and use both hands to get the sellotape back. Just as she got it, the package she was wrapping fell to the floor, so Amber whipped the paper off that and ran into our bed with it!
Mummy said something about Christmas just not being worth the effort, and then went into the utility room to get the paper away from Amber. She couldn't use it again though, as Amber had chomped away enthusiastically, despite having teeth that aren't very good. By the time mummy came back into the kitchen, I'd pulled on the end of some Christmas paper and the whole roll had fallen to the floor. It made me jump. I think mummy should be more careful with her things! It looked pretty, spread out like a carpet, but mummy didn't seem to realise that, and said I was 'a real nuisance'. She laughed when she said it, so she couldn't have meant it (I made her type that last bit!)
Eventually, after doing a few more, she stopped and said she'd have to wait for the spirit of Christmas to strike her again. She also said that this might not happen for a very, very long time, in which case those presents will be wasted. Perhaps I should get Amber to go and see if any of them are suitable for us. She's always up for a bit of mischief...
November 5th 2007 11:08 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
Tonight is 5th November, which is Guy Fawkes Day, or Bonfire Night, here. That is code for Fireworks Nights. Actually the Guardian race have been letting off fireworks for ten days now, usually sending very noisy, bright ones speeding over our garden just as Mummy has persuaded me to go into the garden with her!
Eeeek, I am a nervous wreck now, and tonight it's the worst it's been. I am so terrified that I can't stop barking at every sound. Even mummy unwrapping some bread rolls made me hysterical. Amber doesn't seem to notice, she might be cute but I think she's also deaf, or plain dense! Of course, Mummy would like me to be like Amber, and says 'look, Amber isn't scared'. I can see THAT. All that means is that I have to do enough barking for both of us!
I'm so upset now that I hardly dare go out in the daytime, because sometimes silly boys with nothing better to do let off loud bangers in the streets in daylight hours. I wouldn't let Mummy take me for a walk as I was worried about that, and Alex was here as well so he could have had Amber on the lead while mummy looked after me.
I wish that someone could help me be less nervous, but I get worse every year. The vet we go to doesn't allow sedatives for Cavaliers, because of their hearts, and anyway I'd need one every night for about two weeks!
As Amber is so unconcerned, I have warned her that on Christmas Eve Father Christmas will come whooshing down the chimmney, wearing strange clothes and shouting 'Ho, ho, ho!' at the top of his very deep voice. That wiped the smile off her face. Now she's not quite so eager for Christmas morning, and I think I'll let her worry just a little longer. Mind you, eventually I do curl up with her for the night and fall asleep despite a few stray explosions, so I wouldn't be without her for all the world. She says my shaking keeps her awake, but I can't believe it's that bad. Oh, mummy says it is - sorry Amber.
Whoops, there's another one. I have to go, I want to BARK MY HEAD OFF!
Sort By Oldest First
(What does RSS do?)