January 20th 2009 5:30 am
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Although we had you for only four years, they were four years enriched by your clownish personality. We picked you up on a cold, cloudy day. The idea was to “just foster” you. Fortunately you had other ideas. You hopped into the back of our car and positioned yourself between our two front seats and said, “here I am and I’m not going anywhere.” You blended in with our other three collies seamlessly. Again, we were just “fostering.” We had you for a few weeks and one Saturday morning I was in the basement when Linda came down in tears and told me someone was interested in you. I had to remind Linda we were “only fostering”. When the people fell through I called MWCR and said we wanted to keep you. I didn’t tell Linda until Christmas and gave you to her. We were so lucky to have you for your light-hearted, silly personality. Your time with us wasn’t all fun for you. Like the summer you had mange. It took all the experts three months to figure out what you had and all that time you were absolutely miserable. Please forgive us for that. Last May you were diagnosed with Cushings disease. This you couldn’t beat. It slowly ravaged your body. When your back-end became weak it was one more thing you couldn’t overcome. Even with all your problems you were still loyal and followed me to work when the other dogs just watched us. Last Thursday Linda and I had to make a very, very, difficult decision. Not what I wanted to do at 7:00 a.m. We had to though; you wanted to go home. You are and will be deeply missed Riley. You stole a piece of our hearts. I hope wherever dogs go when they die, you are happy and find another dog to snuggle up to. I’ll see you again some day.
January 15th 2009 9:00 am
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Reilly had to be put down this morning. His health was failing and he was hit by a snow plow truck and quite badly hurt. We gave him the best we could. We only had him for 4 years but he totally stole our hearts. He will be missed.
May 8th 2008 12:06 pm
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Dog's Don't Have Souls, Do They?
I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur. You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in awhile, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes as if to say: "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop up on my lap looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. The one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one favor.
With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time you were lying next to me. For some strange reason you were able to stand up in the animal hospital--perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet let you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say: "Thank you for taking care of me."
I thought: "No, thank YOU for taking care of ME.
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