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Sadie Mae's end...

Happy Birthday to My Angel...

My precious girl how I miss you,especially on days like today. Happy Birthday Angel.
I just came across your pretty collar the other day...I could not help but smell it...hoping it would still smell like you. It did not,not that it matters I do not think I will ever forget. Holding that collar made me so very sad...you think I would have adjusted by now.
Daddy and I were talking about you the other day....well actually whenever dad makes a promise he always swears on your eternal happiness...so I asked why Sadie?Why do you always swear on Sadie? He told because she was was the one for you....there was just something about Sadie...you met her...she wormed into your heart and did not let go. He was right angel girl you are right there where you have always been.
Have a wonderful birthday...I know you are swimming and chasing the ducks having a wonderful time. I envision you with an endless supply of tennis ball...even though I know you will only use one and keep it with you till it is tattered and will no longer float. I see your beautiful fur glistening in the sunlight,I see your smile as you wait for the ball to be thrown....the little dance you would do at my feet because I was never fast enough.
I see you running down the dock and flying into the water....I see that little head bob up and seek the ball. I see your tail wag in the water happy when you got the ball....I know your are the fastest angel swimming in the pond. You may have been little but your were mighty and I never met a dog that could out swim my girl.
I love you angel! Happy Birthday!

Dog Moms...

My dear friend Ann sent this to me...I love it and could not help but think of all the dog moms I know...so I am sharing it with all of you!


To all of you who have children that are a *bit hairier* than others and
> walk on four paws!
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> This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick dogs in their
> arms, wiping up barf laced with edible and inedible things and saying 'It's
> okay baby, Mommy's here.'
>
> Who have sat on the floor for hours on end soothing dogs who can't be
> comforted.
>
> This is for all the mothers who show up at work with dog hair on their
> suits and poop bags in their purse, coat pocket, pants pocket and all other
> pockets.
>
> For all the mothers who make their own dog food and treats.
>
> And all the mothers who DON'T.
>
> This for the mothers who help the new mothers deal with the loss of their
> litter. And the mothers who help them cope when they are given new homes.
>
> This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections consists of
> ribbons and photos.
>
> And for all the mothers who froze their buns off, sweated gallons and
> swatted away bees to watch their precious prance into a ring and achieve 2nd
> place and then jump around as though they had won "Best in Show"*.
>
> This is for all the mothers who yell at their dogs in the park and firmly
> tug the leash to get their attention.
>
> And for all the mothers who count to ten because they realize how animal
> abuse happens.
>
> This is for all the mothers who go to the special pet stores to collect
> the proper treats, food and toys no matter that it take 3 stops and 50
> stoplights.
>
> This is for all the mothers who taught their dogs to sit, come and stay.
>
> And for all the mothers who opted for sit.
>
> This is for all the mothers who teach their dogs agility and obedience and
> actually understand that it needs to be FUN!
>
> This is for every mother who automatically sucks in their breath when she
> can't see a leash on a dog in the non-fenced front yard.
>
> Then relaxes when she realizes that the dog is sitting on it.
>
> This is for all the mothers who took their dog to the vet assuring them
> that there would be *no needles* only to be told they need a blood sample.
>
> For all the mothers whose dog has gone missing and was returned, because
> she had the forethought to have a chip put between its shoulders.
>
> What makes a good Mother anyway?
>
> Is it patience? Compassion? Ever available treats?
>
> The ability to answer the door, hold back the dog and deal with a phone
> call all at the same time?
>
> Or is it in her heart?
>
> Is it the ache you feel when you walk out the door to your job every
> Monday through Friday knowing that 2 eyes are boring into your back?
>
> The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread when you hear the sounds of
> heaving at 2:00 a.m.?
>
> Years later, the guilt that *won't go away* when you have no other choice
> but to put your friend down?
>
> The emotions of motherhood are universal and so this is for you all. For
> all of us...
>
> Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
> everyday that we love them. And pray and never stop being a Mom.
>
> Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.

Rainbow Bridge day 2009

My beautiful angel girl...I can not believe it is almost two years without you.
Today is a beautiful sunny day...sunny days always remind me of you. I have always said you are just like sunshine and laughter all rolled into a beautiful furry red ball.
I wish I could say it is easier for me...you know I be lying...I just love you to bits my angel. I can only hope that you knew each day how loved you are...I am so lucky to have been blessed with you. You would be eight this year!! I wonder if some gray would of found its way into your silky fur...I can not even imagine you with a white masks like Lucas.
I hope you are having fun at the bridge...swimming and chasing tennis balls. Please take care of Griff and keep him with you. I know his mommy's heart is broken over loosing him. If anyone can keep him distracted with silly antics till he can be with his mom again...it is you!
I know Lucas misses you just as much as I do...sometimes I see him staring off fixated on something....is that you? Watch over your brother..he needs an angel so desperately right now. I take comfort in knowing when his time comes you will be the first face he sees when his eyes close.
I miss you every single day...you know how often I think of you...daddy can not even speak your name without tearing up...every red golden he sees....he slows down to look...always he says my girl was so pretty.
We love you angel...
Mommy