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Likes: Being home with Mommy and Daddy, being the boss of the house, watching TV, getting kissies, ear scratchies, and belly rubs!!
Pet-Peeves: She hated flashlights, thunderstorms, other dogs trying to touch her things, Mommy or Daddy petting another dog (very jealous)!
Favorite Toy: Al E. Gator, Duckie, Horsie, Moosie, Dinosour, Hedgehog 1 and 2, Pumpkin, Fuzzy Cat, Hamburger, Flashie Ball
Favorite Food: Fried chicken from Popeye's or our local Chinese Restaurant.
Favorite Walk: In the neighborhood, with Mommy and Daddy, especially in Fall investigating all the fallen leaves.
Best Tricks: Poochie felt it was beneath her to do tricks. Her talents were all about her great ability to love, heal, comfort, teach, and save lives.
Arrival Story: On 9/12/92 I was walking to my mother's house and passed the pet shop as I had many times. I was very depressed that day. I looked in the window to smile at all the puppies jumping and yapping. One puppy, however, was not doing the "buy me, buy me" antics and was just lying in a cage depressed. I did what I never did before: I went in to see her. She still just lied there and when I put my finger to her, she gave it a lick. I thought, "We can be depressed together" and knew I had to get her out of that cage. I had just moved into my first apartment and it was empty when I brought my 10 week old tiny puppy into it.
The first night I made her a bed on the floor by mine. She cried and whimpered and scratched the bed. After many failed attempts to tell her the difference between my bed and hers, I brought her into the bed with me and over 14 years, we rarely slept apart.
I know that Poochie was sent to me to take care of me, to save my life, to give me a reason to live. I made her a promise that I would never, ever leave her and whenever I was convinced I had had enough of this world (and there were many times) I looked at her and remembered my promise. She saved my life many times. She was my purpose in living. She was and will forever be my Angel.
Bio: Poochie was the best dog in the world. She was very possessive and jealous. I couldn't pet another dog. Every guy I dated had to pass the "Poochie test."
Three years ago on 10/20/03, I met Tommy and Tommy met Poochie. It was love at first site (for them). One year later for their anniversary, Poochie presented Tommy with an adoption certificate making him her official Doggie Daddy. What Poochie (and I) didn't know was that Tommy had made an adoption certificate for Poochie that same day. So on Oct. 20, 2004, they adopted each other and Tommy's Girl became Daddy's Girl.
All the kissies were now for Daddy. Poochie was so attached to me, no one else could walk her. She would scream if I handed the leash to anyone. When Tom got the leash, she would run to me for help. But if he carried her down, she learned to love walking with her Daddy.
Being the Westie that she was, Poochie got hurt a lot over the years and had several operations on her legs. As she got older, she would go for long walks but forget we needed to walk back and we would end up carrying her a lot. So for her 14th birthday, Poochie got a Jeep Wrangler Stroller. Every teenager wants a car! She loved riding in it.
At the beginning of Summer 2006, the doctors found a mass in Poochie's abdomen. Biopsies were always inconclusive but they suspected hemangiosarcoma. By the middle of summer, it was larger. By the end of summer, it was so big, it compressed her nerves and she couldn't really use her back legs. She had trouble breathing. They told us we were going to lose our baby.
We did whatever we could to make her comfortable. How could she leave me? I didn't know how to live without her. She knew she wouldn't make her 3rd anniversary with Daddy so she ordered his gifts early. They arrived on Tuesday, Sept. 5th 2006. Daddy loved his gifts. A few hours later, I heard my baby cry for the first time in 14 years. I had to make the hardest decision of my entire life. My Poochie died in my arms that day and since then, my world has been dark. Poochie is now resting at Hartsdale Pet Cemetery and I am trying very hard to believe in the Bridge and remember all she taught me. But it's hard. We were a team and now I am lost, very lost.
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Three years
Sometimes it feels like so long ago I can't remember
How it used to be
To have you here, to hear your voice,
To feel your touch...
Three years
Sometimes it feels like only yesterday I said goodbye
The pain is so fresh
I can still feel the sting, I can still
Taste the tears...
How does the world go on
Not a day goes by
Without thoughts of you, without memories
Without regrets...
How have I survived three long years
With such a wound
That will not stop bleeding
That will not stop burning...
Three years
The house has seemed empty
Suspended, in a state of mourning
Forced smiles and idle chatter
The sunlight always out of place
Against the shroud of blackness...
Three years
Has it been long for you
Is there time wherever you have gone
Can you think back
To times we were together
Seems so very long ago....
Dear God, Bless my Poochie
Bless her spirit and her soul
Bless her beautiful body and make it strong again and whole
Please keep her happy and healthy, safe and warm and dry
Protect her both where I laid her down and where with wings she flies.
Let her be able to walk again, to run and jump and play
Let her dreams be sweet ones; give her peace and fun each day.
Please don't ever let her be cold or wet or scared or feel alone
Don't ever let her feel pain again, let her illness all be gone.
She never deserved one moment of pain after all the good she's done
She deserves only great rewards in her new eternal home.
Please ask her to forgive me for all I did not do
For not being able to protect her from all that she went through
I could neither heal her nor take her pain away
My love could not save her life as hers did for me each day
Please ask her to forgive me for taking her life away
I could not bear to hear her cry or watch her suffer one more day
Please ask her to forgive me if I made a wrong or hasty choice
Her painful cries were so loud they drowned out any doubtful voice
Now the silence lets the doubts scream out so loud and clear
Filled with questions and regrets I let her go too soon, I fear.
I pray she knows I acted out of love, so true and pure
She was the purpose in my life, the one my heart beat for
She proved to me true love exists, love I could count on
She saved my life a thousand times and gave me reason to go on.
I pray she knows how much I loved her and how much I love her still
More than anything I have ever loved or anything I ever will
I pray she knows how much I miss her, how I long to hold her close
To feel her in my arms again, kiss her head, her feet, her nose
To look into her deep brown eyes and know she understood
To have her love and faith in me, she believed that I was good.
She gave me courage, hope and strength and something to live for
It is because of her my heart still beats, because of her that I endure.
I thank You, God, for the blessing of the angel You sent my way
I thank You for every moment with her, every hour, every day
I don't know what I did to deserve this precious gift You brought
But I know I must continue to live the lessons Poochie taught.
So please, God, Bless my Poochie
She did so much good in so few years
Shower her with blessings that outnumber all my tears
Let her still watch over me until my life comes to its end
Then let us be reunited, Forever, together again.
Dear Poochie,
17 years ago today an Angel was born...and my life was saved. Over and over again.
Daddy and I will go to the cemetery and visit your place. We will give you your cake and sing "Happy Birthday" and all your favorite songs to you. Then we will send balloons up flying in the air to find you at the Bridge.
We love you and miss you sooooo much. The Silver Cord that connects us through time and space can never be broken.
Have the happiest birthday, Angel. If there was ever a reason to celebrate, you are it.
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