Happy Birthday~

Happy Birthday angel girl...I just can not even believe you would of been 10. I can not picture with gray in your beautiful fur. I can not imagine you slowing down...and when I think like this I think maybe everything does happen for a reason. My baby would not of liked getting old and slowing down. My ray of sunshine...my gift of laughter and endless energy. Sadie you are still so much a part of me..Lucas and you will always be with me. It can be no other way as you both are the very best part of me.
I know dogs do not live with us forever,however your mom never even pictured a life without you in it.
Thank you angel for all the gifts you have given me...all the special moments. Our bond will never be broken.
I did not know what is was to truly love or be loved until you and Lucas entered my life. My goldens the greatest gift I have ever been given.
Until we meet again my darling girl...know my heart is missing the piece that belongs to you.
Now and forever...xoxox

Calling all Angels~

I am calling all the Angels and every other paw for that matter! My friend dogster id #372646 is having heart surgery the 27th of January and he needs all the prayers he can get. Now we all know how strong the POTP can be so please do not let me down. Pray for my friend and his dear mother Ann they are both wonderful.
Brutie's doctor says that 9.5 out of 10 times this surgery is a success...those are pretty good odds. So to my way of thinking with all my pals and angel pals praying together the big guys chances just got even better! So please stop by his page and offer some support...we all know how difficult it is when one of us is sick and in need...so lets band together once again to help a fellow pup in need.
All my love
Sadie Mae

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!
>
>
>
> 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

Without You..

Without You
I sit alone without you
But I am always with you
I fall asleep without you
But you are in my Dreams

I whisper your name
Hoping you will hear
I run without you
Feeling you near

I kiss your face
Feel your warmth
Even without you
It is so strong

I live without you night and day
But you are only a touch away
I will always Love you
Till the end of my days my sweet Sadie Mae
April 21st 2007

A letter from a Shelter Manager ..

My friend Brutus had this very entry in his diary and I know he would not mind me putting it in mine...I am his angel you see. My wish is that every person who reads this takes it to heart. For all of us that have good homes and good owners be thankful you will never know the truth of this.


A Letter from a Shelter Manager:

I think our society needs a huge " Wake-up" call.

As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all. ..a view from the inside if you will.

First off, all of you breeders/ sellers should be made to work in the "back" of an animal shelter for just one day.

Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you
would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don't even
know. That puppy you just sold will most likely end up in my shelter when
it's not a cute little puppy anymore.

So how would you feel if you knew that there 's about a 90% chance that
dog will never walk out of the shelter it is going to be dumped at?
Purebred or not! About 50% of all of the dogs that are "owner surrenders"
or "strays" that come into my shelter are purebred dogs.


The most common excuses I hear are;

"We are moving and we can't take our dog (or cat).
" Really? Where are you moving too that doesn't allow pets and why did you
choose that place instead of a petfriendly home?

Or they say "The dog got bigger than we thought it would".
How big did you think a German Shepherd would get?

"We don't have time for her".
Really? I work a 10- 12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs!

" She' s tearing up our yard".
How about making her a part of your family?

They always tell me: "We just don't want to have to stress about finding a
place for her we know she'll get adopted, she' s a good dog."

Odds are your pet won't get adopted & how stressful do you think being in
a shelter is? Well, let me tell you, your pet has 72 hours to find a new
family from the moment you drop it off. Sometimes a little longer if the
shelter isn't full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy. If it
sniffles, it dies.

Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25
other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it
eats and sleeps.

It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that
abandoned it.

If your pet is lucky , I will have enough volunteers in that day to take
him/her for a walk. If I don't, your pet won't get any attention besides
having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out
of its pen with a high-powered hose.

If your dog is big, black or any of the " Bully " breeds (pit bull, rotti
e, mastiff, etc) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the
front door. Those dogs just don't get adopted.

It doesn't matter how 'sweet' or 'well behaved' they are.

If your dog doesn't get adopted within its 72 hours and the shelter is
full, it will be destroyed.

If the shelter isn't full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable
enough breed it may get a stay of execution, but not for long.

Most dogs get very kennel protective after about a week and are destroyed
for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this
environment.

If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles chances are it will get
kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be destroyed
because shelters just don't have the funds to pay for even a $100
treatment.



Here's a little euthanasia 101 for those of you that have never witnessed
a perfectly healthy, scared animal being "put- down".


First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash.

They always look like they think they are going for a walk- happy, wagging
their tails.

Until, hey get to "The Room" , every one of them freak out and put the
brakes on when we get to the door. It must smell like death or they can
feel the sad souls that are left in there, it's strange, but it happens
with every one of them.

Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by 1 or 2 vet techs depending
on the size and how freaked out they are.

Then a euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process.

They will find a vein in the front leg and inject a
lethal dose of the "pink stuff".

Hopefully your pet doesn't panic from being restrained and jerk.

I've seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with the
resulting blood and been deafened by the yelps and screams.

They all don't just "go to sleep", sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp
for air and defecate on themselves .

When it all ends, your pets corpse will be stacked
like firewood in a large freezer in the back with all of the other animals
that were killed waiting to be picked up like garbage.

What happens next?
Cremated? Taken to the dump? Rendered into pet food? You'll never know and
it probably won't even cross your mind.

It was just an animal and you can always buy another one, right? I hope
that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can't
get the pictures out of your head I deal with everyday on the way home
from work.

I hate my job, I hate that it exists & I hate
that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and
realize that the lives you are affecting go much further than the pets you
dump at a shelter.

Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only
you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are
always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are
homes.

My point to all of this: DON'T BREED OR BUY WHILE SHELTER PETS DIE!

Hate me if you want to. The truth hurts and reality is what it is.

I just hope I maybe changed one persons mind about breeding their dog,
taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a dog.

I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say "I saw this and it
made me want to adopt." THAT WOULD MAKE IT WORTH IT!

Tagged!!!

I was "tagged" by my very good friends Miss Riley,Elsa and Moo-shoe... they says I have to list 7 things about myself and post it in my diary and then tag 7 more pals to do the same.

The object of this game of tag is to learn some more things about your friends. You are supposed to list 7 things about yourself and post it in your diary.

Here's My 7 things.....

1. I am a very pretty girl...my dad says so!!

2. I am a fantastic athlete...not that I like to brag...just the facts..just the facts...BOL

3. I was very spoiled...not that I see anything wrong with that!

4. My boyfriend Remy is exceptionally handsome!!

5. My mom still talks to me everyday....I miss you too mom!

6. I loved that little Logan and thought he was my baby...it was very cute!!

7. Lucas and I had never been apart till I left for the bridge...I make sure to visit him often...he misses me a bunch.

A True Love

Like a beacon of light in the night

you would wait for me

the warmth of your presence

overpowering the cold of winter

again you were my partner

open to traveling a new road of adventures

it wasn't fate that we were brought together

it was written; predestined

for you to be the lighthouse

for my sailing ship

for you to be a shining sun

for my rainy days

for you to be the unconditional

in a world with so many conditions

you were the constant

in the definite unknown

with love we entered into a bond

on September 14, 2000

and it's with love that you

crossed The Rainbow Bridge

on July 21, 2007

until we meet at the bridge

I will look for you

in pictures and movies and memories

you are gone

but not forgotten.

The dogs who shared our lives....

They will not go quietly,
the dogs who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
we hear a barking at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them...
and always will.

Author Unknown