May 13th 2012 1:14 pm
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Well...I would have been 17 today if I was still on earth...and this morning when Mommy opened her Mother's Day card and saw the date her eyes filled with tears as she remembered it was also my birthday. Now a candle glows beside the oak box where the unimportant "dust" resides...it would take more than a box to hold THIS Westie spirit! BOL!
I had a great life and I know there would be a pawtee tonight complete with hamburger and ice cream for me, plus toys and treats. My mommy and daddy loved me so much and made sure my barkdays were special. I'll pop in on them during my pawtee here at Woodie's, just to make sure they're not too sad...hmmm, I'll get Caleigh to do something ornery and that should get their minds off their sadness. Bwahahahaa!
Thanks to my WU pals for the pressies....and thanks for remembering me! Now, off to a wonderful candlelight dinner with my Woodie.
December 1st 2010 9:39 am
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This was posted on Mommy's Canine Cancer Yahoo group...it made her leak, but she had to share....
The Price You Pay
You could live your life,
As an island, alone,
Untouched by sorrow, fear or grief.
Fly to a city, go see a play,
Sip on a glass of Pinot Noir,
And sleep alone in a quiet, sterile bed.
Or you could reach out,
To family, lovers and friends,
Human and furry, the strong-hearted pals,
You could open your heart and let love in,
You could laugh, you could cry,
You could fight and play and hope and work and worry,
You could experience joy,
And Joy isn't safe like that aloneness.
Joy is vulnerable,
Joy from loving can be hurt.
Joy needs the valleys so you can sit on the peaks.
And you hurt when you lose, when you say goodbye,
To the one who brought you joy and love,
To that special one who made you smile,
To the one who gave so much and asked so little.
But a life without joy, without that special love,
Is more precious than gold,
And pain in the price you pay,
For having had joy.
It's just the price you pay,
And the Joy, the Love is worth the price.
October 26th 2010 10:20 pm
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My sweet Poohster,
I can't believe a year has passed already. You left us so suddenly and left us reeling when we had to let you go fly with the angels.
You were such a sweet girl. From the day you came home, we knew you were something very special. YOU housetrained us :-) and never caused any real problems. OK, you DID like to chew on the antiques, but those tooth marks on the Victrola and cedar chest make me smile when I remember you licking the bitter lime off my fingers faster than I could apply it to the wood!
You truly loved everyone...terriers aren't always good with kids but you ADORED them. The only problem we had was that you didn't understand they got scared when you jumped on them to kiss them and knocked them down. Of course, then you'd be right there to lick the tears from their faces and make them giggle.
You won over everyone who met you. At your last WU Meet & Greet, Bryce couldn't put you down and you gave him lots of kisses. You walked around as the Dowager Queen you were, off-leash, visiting all the rooms with open doors...especially Miss Dixie's. Then when we went to South Bend on the way home, you made Mr. DT's day by giving him so many kisses that it almost made up for the lack of them from DT :-) Auntie Brenda misses you so much...it's been hard for her to visit without you here.
After you were diagnosed with diabetes in 2008, you had to go to the vet a lot. The girls always laughed at how, at first, you'd walk to the back room verrrry slowly for that blood draw, then you'd trot out afterwards ready to blow that popsicle stand! After a while you'd just plant your feet and refuse to move so they'd have to carry you back...but then you'd come trotting back out, ready to go home ASAP! They all knew how special you were...and that night when we set you free, I looked up to see it wasn't just me and your daddy in tears....Diana and Carolyn from the front desk were crying, and Dr. Moore was crying while she talked about what a good girl you were and how sorry she was that she couldn't have done more.
As the news of your swift passing spread, our email inbox was full of messages from those shocked and saddened by our loss. The threads on WU were full of condolence messages and the sharing of "Pooh stories". It helped us to know how well-loved you were by all who met you.
I miss you terribly....and the tears can still flow freely when I think of you. Tonight, Daddy and I will go out to our little memorial garden and light candles...and we'll share our own "Pooh stories". I know you had a paw in sending Caleigh to us, and that Darby sees you here in the house from time to time.
Fly free and healthy...and know that when you left, you took a piece of my heart with you.
Much love always,