Pet-Peeves: Skunks, being left at the vet, Feldene pain patches (they make you really whiney), AND Daddy leaving for work
Favorite Toy: The gray lamiedoodle named Eli! Mommy buried him with me.
Favorite Food: I will beg for kibble, so anything better than that is a plus!
Favorite Walk: Is that some kind of sick joke?? WALK! I wish!!! The farthest I go is out back to pee!!!
Best Tricks: Getting -- link removed --
Arrival Story: I was abandoned at a local auction yard. The rancher just packed up his stuff and left me behind with a cattle prod burn on my side. I was only 5 months old, and I walked across a busy street to a construction office. I played too rough with their black lab, so I was given to some nice friends of theirs, within 1 hour... then my new Daddy took me for a ride in my TRUCK!
Mommy said that I deserve the best because from the day I came into their lives, I saved Mommy. She was very depressed, and on medication and in therapy, but it wasn't working. Then God sent Mommy her "therapy puppy", and I made her so happy. I made her laugh again, and gave her a reason to wake up in the morning.
Bio: I have moved on to the rainbow bridge. I tried to stay longer, but my back gave out. On April 4, 2008, in the arms of my Daddy and while being kissed by my Mommy, I made my final journey.
On February 17, 2006, I had a total hip replacement on my left leg with a cementless implant. The next morning, my femur broke and the implant spun and was dislocated, so they took me back in and redid the implant, with cement this time. By the summer I was healed, but the recovery took its toll on my front legs. I tried to take too much weight with them, and just one turn and my left wrist dislocated. November 28, 2006, I had a conservative surgery to try to fix the wrist, putting a pin up the radius bone going through my wrist bone. Within 3 weeks, the pin broke. The Thursday before Christmas, 2006, I had to have another surgery to have the pin and stuff removed from my wrist. The vet said without arthrodisis, I would die in months from not being able to move.
We tried wrist braces, and bought a really nice one. It arrived on Feb 1, 2007. It worked, but we had to use it slowly so I didn't get rub wounds.
On February 4, 2007, I was happy to see my Daddy (it was his birthday) and I jumped up on him. My left rear leg broke badly. UC Davis tried to save it and did the arthrodesis on my front leg at the time. But the plate failed. They tried another surgery to fix it and removed my hip implant, but on July 5, 2007, I lost my battle to save this leg. It was amputated.
I had a cart I was learning to use, and my spirit was there, but with my other legs being weak, my time here was limited. But my LOVE was NOT!! :)
I was honored to be put on the -- link removed -- website! TWICE!! -- link removed --
It has now been 4 years since we held your body and smelled your sweet breath. Since we looked into those brown eyes and saw so much intelligence it challenged our own.
To say “we miss you” doesn’t even begin to explain how we feel. But as time goes by, we know you would have been an old dog today. It would have been your time, soon. But we were cheated of your last years. Though the years we did have were so very full of love. Our connection was deep for the canine/human bond.
Sweet Sammers, many have joined you since you left. Many more will be soon. Both human and dogs & cats.
But we only miss you so much because we loved you so very perfectly. You were the most patient, obedient of dogs. You just wanted us happy. And you succeeded, our son. You did.
We love you with all our hearts. Watch over your family as you have been. We know when you are near. Stay as close as you can, because we need your strength.
Your amazing ability to make us smile even when we didn’t want to is greatly missed in this home.
Your little nubby wiggles and howls…
All that was Sammy Jake.
Our arms will forever ache to hold you again.
We love you with all our hearts.
Now and Forever,
Mommy & Daddy,
Mickey, Sara, Baby Cat, Wally & Jenny
April 4, 2012
So, Mom and I spent over 45 minutes sending out anonymous rosettes to our friends, but Mom messed up. It was supposed to look like this: BIG MONKEY KISSES TO YOU! Monkey kisses
Please pay forward with smooches
Of course, the photos was supposed to be embedded in the rosette, but Mom put the wrong code in the photo! So now all you are gonna see is a thing that says the photo has been removed!
And I'm so sad, cause I love kissin' my friends.
If you are reading this, then you probably will know. If not, then Mom needs to bury her head in the sand for a while longer.
My dearest Monkey Boy,
Three years. Three long years since we were able to kiss your sweet pink nose and hold you in our arms. Three years since we had to let you go from the pain, and allow you rest. You had had enough.
Again, we send you this letter airmail with tears and broken hearts. You were so special, baby. We really thought, when you came into our lives, it would be for so very much longer.
What fools we were.
We did learn never to take anything for granted.
Thank you for watching over us, and your friends.
Thank you for helping Mickey in this struggle, and reminding us of what you went through with grace and dignity.
We need you to continue to watch over him, dear one. Be next to him for his surgery. Let us know he won’t be alone. Guide the very capable hands of all who help him.
There are days we can’t wait until we meet again. Then there are days we feel blessed to have ever known you at all.
Still, our arms ache to hold you again.
We love you with all our hearts.