Nicknames: snugglebunny, prince lyle, messiah, sweet prince
Birthday: June 7th 1997
Likes: Ruling the house over his humans, naps
Pet-Peeves: Anybody refering to him as a dog and cousin duke slobbering on him
Favorite Toy: BALL.........oh, and feet under a blanket, especially on sleeping people
Favorite Food: Queso (cheese) and fortune cookies
Favorite Walk: From the bed to the couch
Best Tricks: He's too good to do tricks for lowly humans, but he will sit if he thinks it will get him human food
Arrival Story: My mom had a dog before me, his name was Beavis, I didn't know him. But I've seen pictures and I've heard stories. He sounds like he was a cool guy. But he got very sick when he was only 4 years old and he died. My mom says she wasnt ready for a new puppy and just wanted to see my doggy mom and dad and talk to their mom and dad(my grandparents?). My mom told the lady that only a tri colored male would do and to call her when the next litter was born and the nice lady said wait, I've got one left that's a tri colored male. The lady with my mom (my Aunt Jeni) said go look at him. They went and found me and my mom and I locked eyes and she said she'd take me. And then I was in the car with my new mom and Aunt Jeni. Aunt Jeni was nice, she let me curl around her butt so I would stay warm on the drive home, now I call her butt lady cuz I like to curl around her butt whenever she's in town. I went to work with my new mom the next day and she worked at a vet hospital. The doctor there said I had a Patent Ductous Aeortus (it's a hole in my heart, why didn't they just say hole in my heart?). My mom said that was ok and that we'd fix it. I had the surgery when I was 8 weeks old. I was brave and ever since then, I could race around and around and around and not get tired. Now I'm a little older and calmer but I can still play for hours and hours if I want to.
Bio: In January of 2004, I ran out in my back yard and hurt my leg. Nobody knows how I did it, it's a secret and I'm not telling. I had to have surgery, but I was very brave. A few weeks later it hurt again and the doctor said it didn't work, we'd have to do it again, I was brave then too. But after that surgery, I still couldn't walk, and it still hurt a lot. They tried physical therapy, and bandages and all kinds of stuff, but it didn't work, I still couldn't walk on it. Then they said I should have an amputation, and I didn't know what it meant, but I had to have surgery AGAIN. I was brave then too, but it was getting a little tiresome. When I woke up.............GUESS WHAT??? THEY TOOK MY LEG!!!! It was ok though cuz I didn't hurt anymore. Everybody was crying and stuff around me but I tried to tell them it's ok, I didn't need 4 legs, 3 was plenty. I made my mom laugh when I tried to lift my other leg to pee and I did a handstand and she said then she knew I'd be ok. I haven't let it slow me down - just ask my cousin Duke, and the kitties Savanna and Tiny. Savanna and Tiny don't like me, but that's ok, they don't let me play with them anyways cuz I like to chew on kitties and kitties don't like that.
My mom and little brother Sprocket are doing a 3K walk in my memory!!!! It's on April 24th and it's the 2nd Annual K9 Cancer Walk. This is doubly special for mom because of me and because her work and research are dedicated to animal cancer treatment and cure, but mostly for me!!!
We would love if you could give a little something, our team name is Lyle's Angels. Catchy, huh? Or.........if you're local - you could join our team and walk with us!!!!
Well, my friends. I have been at the Bridge for a whole year now. I miss my pals and my aunties and my sister and my boy and my mom too. But I'm doing good here. I still keep an eye out on all my pals (especially Sophie!!!). And I watch over Max and Sami too!
Ten years of puppy paws moved outside today.
Inside my heart is breaking,
the Light of my Life - Lyle, has gone away.
I held his head, kissed his blurry eyes, and said "I Love You, Boy"
With gentle hands and heavy heart, I released his soul to God, crying for his spirit to be free.
Never dreamed it would hurt so much,
Guess I wasn't thinking much of Me.
But he must be missing something,
he left his paws upon my heart.
Kind reminders of the time we had together,
I never wanted him to be the first to part.
They tug as fiercely as the shoestrings he once played with;
the tug of wars together, the one's I let him win.
The "tennies", the toys, all the things he loved speak about his passing and I fall apart again.
Those little puppy "grunts" and kisses seem so far away.
I cry: "What was I thinking?
I said it'd be OK."
I said; "I'll be alright without you, If you really have to go.
No need for you to fret or worry,
we had our chance to love each other so."
Our final road together remains yet to be seen.
Puppy paws can be so gentle,
the pain they leave in passing, so mean.
"I'll hold them safely in my heart", I tell Him;
"but I'll let them run at will.
When we cross the Bridge together,
I know they will be still."
In Loving memory of Lyle
June 7, 1997 to October 8, 2007