Mozart.Oct 11/95 to June 18/06

Golden Retriever/Labrador Retriever
Picture of Mozart.Oct 11/95 to June 18/06, a male Golden Retriever/Labrador Retriever

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Home:Ottawa, The Glebe, Ontario, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Mozart.Oct 11/95 to June 18/06

moemoe man, the moe, mozart arellious

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

October 11th 1995

tummy rubs

thunder, air planes, hockey and football games, snow plows

Favorite Toy:
his giant stuffed toy snake

Favorite Food:
liver treats

Favorite Walk:
along the Ottawa Canal and the back lanes in the neighbourhood

Best Tricks:
um... looking cute???

Arrival Story:
Mozart came to me with his litter of nine other pups who were rescued from the side of the road in a cardboard box, left to die at 4 weeks of age. He has been with me ever since. The rest of his litter were successfully placed in forever homes. Mozart is a big baby, he LOVES classical music and is the best singer and talker I have ever met. I use to play the guitar to him at night when he was a tiny pup, to help him go to sleep. He is now a 10 and a half year old sucky boy, but he is MY sucky boy and I can't imagine life without him.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Because of Mozart's shady start, he has suffered for years with poly-arthritis and severe dental problems. With medical intervention he is now enjoying a relatively pain free life, but it would break your heart to see him on the days that the pain takes over and he cries out at the slightest touch. But until he tells me he has had enough we will keep on with the medication and massage and LOVE. He is such a beautiful boy and it drives me insane to think that he and his brothers and sisters were thrown away like a pile of garbage.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Mozart's own words... I was a cardboard box baby. Found dumped on the side of the road with my 9 litter mates. We were dying! Funny... there was a "breeder" about five miles away who just happened to be breeding black labs and golden retrievers, and weren't we all just that mix, some pure black, and some like me! I was only four weeks old and cried ALOT! I had fleas and worms. For some reason the enamel on my adult teeth never developed properly, and I have had poly-arthritis for many of my 10 and a half years... great place I came from! But you know what... I am just a huge fluff ball of a baby. I guess being weaned on a bottle by my human Mama gave us a pretty special bond, and I have never quite grown out of my baby stage... but my mom thinks it's endearing!

On Father's Day, June 18th 2006, I flew to be with the angels. Mom has taken along time to write about it. Now into late November she can write about me again and remember the good times. My fears drove her nuts, but she misses that alot, the thunder makes her think of me, the rumble of trucks, the hoot of (sport game) horns, the roar of a plane over head. She remembers me being able to squeeze all of the bulk of me into a 2 1/2 ' square space at the back of the bathtub, into one tiny little litter box when I was scared. She misses my belly in the air at all times, just aching for a rub, and my gutteral grumbles and complaints when that rub was too long in the coming. I don't miss my Mom at all, I can see her from here. I didn't leave her until she was ready to let me go, and I'm real proud of her for keeping up all of her life's good work with out my physical precence. I am her angel now.

Forums Motto:
tummy tummy tummy!

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April 6th 2006 More than 10 years!

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a good day

what we should all know about grief.

November 26th 2006 4:43 pm
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It has been over 5 months since I lost Mozart... here are my thoughts to him.

Dear Mozart.

Yesterday I stopped and I thought to myself, did I think about you yesterday, or say your name out loud? I couldn't remember if I did or not and I felt guilty. People who have never had a friend like you in thier lives do not understand. Last night I cried my heart out over you. I haven't done that in a while, and it didn't hurt as much, or last as long as it did last time. I am afraid that I will forget your face, what you truly looked like. I was crying because two weeks before you died you had a terrible skin infection again, and I shaved off all of that beautiful red hair of yours so I could treat your skin. When you died you didn't look like my fluff ball baby, you looked like some other dog, and I wished the vets could have seen how beautiful you were. But you know what my angel, I think they DID know how beautiful you were, by how incredible those last few moments together were... here I go crying again. I miss you so my sweet sweet boy and I will love you forever.


please, to all here, never ever let anyone take away your grief process, it's long, it's hard, and it is absolutely vital.





July 19th 2006 8:50 pm
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I'm Here

I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peek.
I could see that you were crying
and found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly,
as you brushed away a tear.
It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here.

I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour your tea.
You were thinking of the many times
your hand reached down to me.

I walked with you towards the house
as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you,
I smiled and said "It's me".

You looked so very tired
and sank into your chair.
I tried so hard to let you know
that I was standing there.

The day is over now ...
I smile and watch you yawning.
And say, "Goodnight, God bless,
I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right
for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you
and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you,
there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out
... then come home to be with me.

Author Unknown


just some words

July 17th 2006 8:35 pm
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The one absolutely unselfish friend that
a man can have in this selfish world,
the one that never deserts him,
the one that never proves ungrateful
or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity
and in poverty,
in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground where
the wintery winds blow,
and the snow drives fiercely,
if only he may be near his master's
side. He will kiss the hand that has no
food to offer, he will lick the sores
and wounds that come in encounter with
the roughness of the world. He guards
the sleep of his Pauper master as if he
were a prince.

When all other friends desert,
he remains.
When riches take wings and reputation
falls to pieces, he is as constant in
his love as the sun in it's journey
through the heavens.
If misfortune drives the master forth
an outcast in the world, friendless
and homeless, the faithful dog asks
no higher privilege than that of
accompanying him to guard against
danger, to fight against his enemies.

And when the last scene of all comes,
and death takes the master in it's
embrace, and his body is laid away in
the cold ground, no matter if all other
friends pursue their way, there by the
graveside will the noble dog be found,
his head between his paws, his eyes sad,
but open in alert watchfulness,
faithful and true, even in death.

-From a speech given by
Former Senator George Graham Vest
of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he
was acting as a lawyer in a suit against
a man who had killed the dog of his
client. -- He won the case.

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