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My thoughts from heaven

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I was just six-months old when I moved into my furever home. It was my fourth home.

My first home was with a lovely young lady. She had always wanted a Pom. She researched and found a reputable breeder with dogs who were AKC registered. She was so happy to have me. Unfortunately, her new fiance' didn't feel the same. After a few short weeks, he gave her an ultimatum: Get rid of the dog or the wedding is off! In my opinion, there was only one answer to that...but, she reluctantly gave me up.

She worked with a young man, who was mentally handicapped. She knew that his mother had raised Poms and figured I would be taken care of, so she gave me to him.

He kept me for a few more weeks, until he decided he couldn't handle me on his own and gave me to his mother, who had another Pom at the time. I don't really think she liked me very much.

I was kept locked in a laundry room for about 23 hours a day. She would let me out for about an hour every day. Big deal.

When I was six-months old, this lady decided I would be better off being euthanized. Six months old!

This is when mom stepped in and saved my life! Her friend was this woman's niece. She heard about my plight, but her husband wouldn't let her get another dog. She told my mom. They had just lost Burt (a poodle) and Wooby (a cock-a-poo) was grieving. My mom decided the only thing to do would be to save me and Wooby at the same time!

My mom and two sisters drove an hour one snowy January evening to get me. It was the greatest day of my life.

I was terrified to ride in the car (it wasn't something I had done a lot of in my short life). When we got to my furever home, Wooby nearly knocked me over (I guess he thought I was a squirrel or something). When we went inside, I had trouble walking on the carpet. My nails had never been trimmed and were sticking to the carpeting!

It took a long time for me to adjust to life "on the outside". I never got fully potty trained. It took me a while to get used to being hugged. The first time one of my sisters tried to hug me, she nearly lost her nose! Once I found out that they weren't trying to hurt me, I learned to appreciate a good cuddle.

I had the best life any dog could ask for in my furever home! Just think, if my family hadn't rescued/adopted me, my life would have been over way before it ever began.

Rascal

Today is my anniversary

Hello all,

Today marks my third year here in doggie heaven.

I miss my family a lot, and I know they miss me. I know this because my mom and my sisters (all humans) think about me all the time.
I feel bad for them. When I left for heaven, we didn't get to say good-bye. I had a heart attack when they weren't home.
My human dad was home with me at the time. He knew I wasn't acting right, because I was panting like crazy. He kept checking on me. The last time he looked in on me, I was laying by the front door, trying to cool off. He asked if I was feeling all right. I managed to look at him and wag my tail one last time for him. When he came back a few minutes later, I had gone to heaven.
My mom and sisters were so upset when they heard the news.

We lived out in the country at the time, and my mom and sisters wanted to bury me in the yard. Unfortunately, February in Michigan means the ground is frozen. They ended up taking me to the vet, who buried me on the farm where the office is located.
When my mom and sister brought my brothers Lucky and Bailey to the vet yesterday, I could feel them thinking about me. I hope they could feel me wagging my tail back at them.

Rascal