Pet-Peeves: Tiffy didn't like to be touched when she was sleeping.
Favorite Toy: She loved blankets !
Favorite Walk: Walk??? She loved to be carried.
Arrival Story: A friend of mine had husband and wife Yorkies and I loved them sooo much that when they had babies I got the little girl. She was sooo tiny and I finally had my little baby girl so I named her "Finally My Tiffany" !
Bio: Ok...the time has come for me to write about my Tiffy.....it has almost been 3 years since Tiffy went to the Bridge and it is still so hard sometimes to think about her.
Tiffy was almost 14 years old and my husband and I don't have two-legged children so Tiffy was our little girl! When she first got her daddy he said he was not a little dog person but that quickly changed....The last year of Tiffy's life she had a lot of urinary tract problems...a stone in her ureture to be exact so I was having to take her to the vet everyday to have fluids injected under her skin hoping that would dislodge the stone. No luck so we took her to UT in Knoxville and they did the lithotripsy on her. I didn't know when we took her on that Wednesday that she would have to stay until Saturday. Oh lord, I was so worried and bugged those poor people to death. On Saturday we went to get her and I swear she cried and cried and cried when she saw us....I will never leave her like that again. Yes, she felt better but it broke our hearts to think she had to worry that we were not coming back.
Thank God for Nana's who footed the $4000 + bill !!! It was for her grandogter after all. That was in late 2003.
Tiffy was ok until late April of 2004 though you could tell she had gone down hill during her recent illness. On the evening of April 27th fell off the couch (this was so unusual because she could run around the edge of our pool and never fall in). When I picked her up she was very very disoriented. She couldn't walk or even stand up. I slept on the couch all night with her that night with her cuddled against my chest. I knew it had probably been a stroke. I called the vet the next morning when she still could not stand and wouldn't eat anything or drink. Trust me, we tried to feed her everything in the house.
I had an appt. at the vet at 3 pm.....I held her and talked to her all day. We had some good talks that day and I told her just how much she meant to me, how much happiness she had brought me through the years and that I would never forget her. We went to the vet who had worked so hard and long on Tiffy in late 2003 and the girls at the desk didn't even look at us....just motioned us back to the room (they were crying). Our vet came in and checked Tiffy.....she knew just how much love I had for her but she told me that it was "time". I still remember that moment but Tiffy and I had said our goodbyes. So had she and her daddy. Of couse I held her while she got the shot and it was so quick. I immediately started wondering if I had done the right thing.
I brought Tiffy home and held her until it was almost dark. I didn't want to let her go.
Her daddy had dug a nice little grave earlier in the day ....he said it was the hardest thing he had ever done and this is a big ole military man!
Tiffy's grave is soooo beautiful now. Her daddy fixed a concrete plaque on it with her name and a permanant vase for me to put flowers in.
Tiffy, I know you are just fine in Heaven now. Especially since you met Bear Doggie. He is your first furriend there! It makes mommy very happy to see you having fun with him. (This is the only reason I am writing this now with tears flowing.....I know you are having fun and you Finally Have Wings!!!! We want to thank Autumn's mawmee for them).
I love you little angel and I can't wait to meet you at the bridge someday. All my love still!!!
Oh yes, we have other babies now but they know about you and that you were a very special baby for mommy and daddy.xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo xoxoxo
OCTOBER 25, 2007 This is a message a furriend got in their mail today. I wanted to share it with you:
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I know what you're thinking. You think I'm dead. Because you cannot see me with your human eye, cannot feel me, with your hands or hold me in your arms. You think I am gone forever. You recall how I looked when I left this place and you cannot remotely imagine that I could possibly be alive in another place.
You are racked and torn by the pain of our separation and it blinds you to that which is right in front of you ... me.
How many times since I left your immediate sight have you been told that I'm dead and you should "get over it"... How many times have you
cried yourself to sleep because you feel like an outcast, believing you're supposed to get over me because that's what people say is normal... but somehow you can't and no one seems to understand? How many times have you put yourself through such excruciating pain because you aren't willing to consider that I am not, by any means, dead.
I want you to do me a favour and go back in time with me. Remember the glorious day I came into your home- was I not the most intriguing creature you'd ever met? Did I not make you laugh and giggle? Did I not look at you with such adoration that you wanted nothing
more than to spend the rest of your life with me? I wanted this too.
Remember the days when I was in my prime and we did many things together. You were so proud of me! I was a good friend and I took
care of you when you cried, were angry or felt down and unhappy. When you didn't have a lot of time for me because of your obligations, I waited patiently for you. I was always there when you needed me. Did I not look at you with such acceptance and patience that at times you felt perhaps a bit unworthy? You were never
unworthy in my eyes.
Remember when age crept up on me, my bones became stiff and my movements slower. Still I met you at the door when you came home and
followed you around the house. We'd been together for so long, I was your very best friend regardless of what you were doing, saying,
thinking. Did I not look at you with such kindness and understanding that you felt overwhelmed? I couldn't get enough of you.
Remember the last time we saw each other with earthly eyes? You tried to be brave but I knew you were crying ... I know you so well. Better
than anyone else in the whole world. Did I not look at you with such pure trust and love that you yearned only to hold me close and keep
me with you always? Did you not promise that you would love me forever? I believed you. If this is so then why have you let me go by thinking I no longer exist?
Remember the depth in my eyes all those times I looked at you with adoration, acceptance, patience, trust and love. Who created this
depth and love? Would the Creator diminish the song of our laughter which was created in the name of love? I am no longer an earthly
figure, this is true. My body was only part of who I really am. My body would have been but a mere shell on earth if it were not filled to overflowing with my soul, my spirit, my loving light.
When we met you thought I was cute, sweet, pretty and adorable. But what kind of relationship would we have had if this is all that I'd been? How could you have loved me if I'd had no spiritual substance? We are all made up of energy which resides far deep down inside of
us, it is our core, our soul, spirit and loving light. It is the energy that is all of life ... it has no beginning, it has no end. It simply is and always will be and without it there is no life. You
can't see it with the naked eye nor can you hold it in your hand, it is simply a certain knowing that this energy does exist. It's a knowing just as you know that our love existed on earth -
you couldn't see our love in a solid sense, you couldn't gather it all up and confine it to one place. But you *knew* it existed. There
was no doubt in your mind.They demand you get over me, insisting that I'm dead and you'll never see me again because animals don't go to
Heaven. Oh really? I'm here to tell you different. You were worthy of my love and undying devotion on earth as I was of yours. Do you
really believe this love would be snatched from us *forever* by a loving Creator simply because I wasn't human? Was I not a living, breathing creation with personality? How could I have been so if I didn't possess the energy of soul, spirit and loving light? And if this energy is and always will be, then how can it be that I am
dead? If my core is not of the energy that is all of life then I was never alive to begin with.
But you know better.You cry because you miss me, this I understand. I miss you too - I miss the belly rubs, hugs and kisses that we shared.
But life does go on beyond these wonderful, fulfilling physical connections. I came to this place to live a whole new life, not because I didn't love you anymore or because I wanted something better. I came here because it was time for me to go to the next phase of my existence, something all living creatures must do eventually. It is the normal progression of life. I was not taken away from you because you cannot take away that which was never
owned. My presence in your life was and is a gift to be cherished and honoured just as I cherish and honour you.
Life is not simply about being born into a body, living a certain number of years and then dying. Energy cannot die. We are blessed with time in a body so that we can learn, share and grow. It prepares us for the next phase of our eternal life. The body holds within it the true life force of our existence ...our soul, spirit and loving
light. Without these our bodies would be empty, blank, void of feeling and expression. Without our energy we would indeed be dead and could never have experienced our love for each other.
You say that all you have left are memories. Not so. You see, when I took leave of my earthly body I left a little something behind for
you. You can't touch it, hold it or examine it. For what I left behind is far too uninhibited for confinement. I left behind a piece of my soul. I placed it right next to your own which is quite fitting as we were always side by side in our earthly life together. I love you too much to have left you with nothing but memories which tend to fade and grow cloudy as the years go by. I love you too much to have vanished without a trace. How selfish it would be of me to remove
love and light from your life.I understand your tears, each one you shed is testament to your love for me and I am honoured and humbled.
But don't forget the good things we shared -
remember and smile. This is an honour for me as well. And when you need me I will be here. Close your eyes, relax, take slow, deep
breaths and picture me in your mind. Shut off the world and your notions of what death is and give me a chance. Look for the subtle signs I send you. Don't stop being proud of me, I am a friend to be proud of, I am still your friend and soul mate. Don't memorialise the death of my body but instead honour and celebrate my never-ending life for it is eternal and forever as is my love for you.
Until we meet again...
Forums Motto: Happy New Year from the Smith Family
*The whole family had such a great time today! Tiffy was never more surprised than when she and Floosie walked in the house and everybody yelled “Happy Birthday”!! The little ones all loved it! Gussie and Piglet brought enough food for an army! And Tiffy’s birthday cake was really pretty! Gussie made it in the shape of a Yorkie!!! She’s something else! Lots of pictures were taken, of course! Everybody’s gone home and the boys are practicing their song for in the morning. Bear Dog is still smiling, because he’s going to give Tiffy her gift as soon as the boys are in bed!*
I love my family....my husband and his family are so good to me!!!!!
Wow....can you believe it's MY BIRTHDAY again? I am 24 today...yes, they still count here at The Bridge.
I am happy happy to say I am doing good here...my wonderful and handsome husband, Bear Doggie makes sure I have everything I ever want or need and my boys, Bushey and Frisky are so precious and keep me young at heart.
All of the family here at the Bridge are so much fun and our furriends are the best. We have such a good time....it is always an adventure !
I miss my Mommy terribly and I know she misses me too. I know she tries to not cry when she thinks about me...just happy thoughts, Mommy....you promised.
I love and miss you Mommy, but like I said....it's great up here....just wait, you'll see !!!! xoxoxox