Nicknames: Bernadette Peters, Bernie, Bun-Bun, BernaDuck, Duck Girl, Ducky, Duck Face, Dackaroo! Tom-dog (cause I'm a tomboy, but not a human), Sammy's Minion, most recently RooRoo, & Auntie Alison calls me Bernie-Butt!!!
Birthday: February 5th 2004
Likes: Going for rides in the truck!
Pet-Peeves: When Daddy goes to work and the stupid CAT Sara!
Favorite Toy: Grunting mallard, or any stuffed toy!
Favorite Food: Probably mashed potatoes
Favorite Walk: Anywhere I can be off a leash.
Best Tricks: I walk up to you in a -- link removed -- , face and butt together,
Arrival Story: I was brought into the -- link removed -- as a stray, at only 5 months old. They were going to euthanize me, but Mommy had begun volunteering as a photographer. Bad idea to think she could foster me. I crawled into Mom and Dad's heart in about 2 hours, but they did want to try to find me a home. Daddy had to go out of the country, and we decided if I wasn't adopted by the time he got home, I would be adopted by them!!!
Bio: I have very large feet for such a small girl, and I LOVE to have something in my mouth at all times. Maybe it helps with me nipping issue (being a cow dog and all).
I also LOVE to swim! Maybe in a past life I was a retriever?!
I had to leave my family to follow Sammy to the bridge. They miss me very much.
Intelligence is diffucult to figure on me. See, at times I am brillant, but I prefer to be a goofball...
Forums Motto: Ripped out of my family\'s arms too soon
I miss you my baby girl:
Muffin gave this to me!: She said I had a special place in her heart!! How sweet!
Sunday will make 3 long years since our world blew up. Since something we thought couldn’t happen to us, did.
I’m so sorry that it still hurts us so much to remember you, sweetie. We don’t want to forget you, but our guilt makes it so hard to think about you without melting into pools of tears.
You were so strong and even a little stubborn.
We were sure that would save your life.
And though everyone did all they could to save you,
there were other plans.
We will never see a stuffed duck without immediately thinking of you: Without seeing you in our heart, holding it, wiggling your nubby tail.
You were a dainty little cow-dog. But you were tough.
You would have loved to be a working dog, but Momma wouldn’t let you. You might have gotten hurt.
Maybe that was my mistake.
You might still be alive and happy.
But you gave us so much joy, little one.
We will always be proud of you.
February 5, 2004 to September 25, 2008
Our little angel, Bernadette,
This day marks 2 years since our world shook. Since the words that we would not hear were said. “She’s gone”.
How? Why? She’s just a baby!
You spent your life waiting for us. Sammy’s hip was hurt, so you waited for him to be better. Then he broke his leg, and you waited 18 months for him to heal.
He passed and you waited for us to be happy.
Just when we were coming out of the darkness and trying to embrace life, you were taken from us.
You were always just a few feet away from us, like a good cow dog, watching; waiting.
Maybe you are still watching and waiting, but from heaven.
Please continue to watch over your loving family. We strive to be good enough to make it to heaven to finally be with you. You won’t be waiting for us then.
We will spend eternity playing and snuggling.
Now and Forever,
I got a pawmail from Pam, Flicka's Mom. She wrote from her pain of love and loss, and in turn, wrote what was in my heart. Her words are exact. They are as if I said them myself, but did not. If anyone copies this and claims it as their own without giving her credit, karma would be a very bad thing.
Pam, thank you for this gift of sharing. This means the world to me.
There is something I am getting to grips with... it isn't a simple concept... I have lost too many I care about in my life...
The pain of loved souls passing can be agonizing . I have no strong faith to carry me.. I have a basic belief that I will see those I need and want to see in another dimension .. either in this life.. or a next if there is one.
What I have had to seriously ask myself is if I would rather not have had those souls in my life.? Meaning.. I had none of the pain of their passing.
The answer is a deafeningly loud '' I NEEDED THEM IN MY LIFE !".
They taught me to be who I am
They gave me wings to Fly
They gave me the joy of Love.
If I want to be without the pain of their passing... then I have to not have them in my life to start with. I do not want a life that bitter and bare and empty.
I hate the pain.. I hate knowing the pain other souls are in. I hate the terrible diseases and pain that take our loved ones sometimes.
There IS no one without the other.... the only place that can be so is some science fiction Robot-World.
SO........ I will take the pain of the Passing... it is a small price to pay for all the LOVE that comes before.
If I ever grow to be good enough.. and deserving enough.. to be even half as beautiful in my soul as a dog... then I will have come a very long way....... ''