November 1st 2012 11:35 pm
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Time goes too fast Momma says. It seems like only yesterday I came to live with her and my Dad. I call her Momma even though I belong to Momma's son. He never married and the only one I ever knew as my mother was Momma. She took care of me while my Dad worked right along with all her furs and never made me feel anything but belonging to her.
The years have flown by so fast. I came to live with Momma and my Dad when I was a 5 week old puppy. Momma kept my sisfur Caroline and my Daddy chose me. He was so funny because he thought I was a boy and named me Ned. He didn't bother to look until one day we were cuddling in his car and I flipped on my back and he realized the truth. He still wanted my name as Ned and my whole life I was mistaken for a boy. It was always funny to see the look in hooman's eyes when they were told I was a girl. And I was..a girl, and the perfect lady. Always gentle, always feminine. Momma says she always could imagine me in a straw hat with daisies on it inviting others to my yard for tea.
Today my ashes came back. It was so hard on Momma and my Dad but I tried to tell them that was only the shell of who I am, that I am free and flying all over Rainbow Bridge, once again young and healthy. I found my brofur Bobie. Even though we did not like each other when we were alive, here things are different and we are together. My ashes are in a beautiful cedar urn with a place to put my picture for them to see and remember me forever, not that they could ever forget me.
Momma is trying to get busy and get her life back in order. The pain comes so unexpectedly for her. Little things like putting away my dishes, finding a toy of mine. Last night she had to take me off the Secret Santa exchange for the Doghouse and it was so, so hard for her. She kept remembering how I loved my gifts and how special I felt when I got them. I was beside her with my face in her lap but I don't think she knew that at the time. Thank Dog my Daddy gets to go to work, which he even said helps so much to not sit and grieve me. It's in the still of the night his tears come, so I come to him and brush the tears off his cheeks with my paw trying to tell him I'm okay. He has times of panic where he thinks he left me outside too long and he starts to jump up and and then remembers. Momma will go by my room and forgetting look inside expecting to see me. It will get easier with time, but it's sure hard to convince Mom, Dad and Papa of that right now.
PDPC made me Royal Angel of the Month and it made Mom cry but she was so proud and happy. She still has to go over there so I can thank them properly, I mean I AM a southern lady and need to be polite now don't I? Bailey and Buttercup put the most beautiful poem in the PDPC Magazine for my special month. I will share it with you here.....Thank you Bailey and Buttercup you both are so sweet.
Ned_Linker Royal Angel of the Month November
A Time to Remember
They come into our lives for such a short time
A time we wouldn't trade not even for a dime
Then before you know it the years have flown by
And then all of the sudden we're saying good-bye
It wasn't that long ago we said our good-byes
We held on to you tight as you closed your eyes
Your spirit has flown home on the wings of a dove
Into God's loving arm's; in heaven above
Over the days we've shed many tears
But the memories we have will live on for years
We feel your presence and we know that your near
You're keeping us safe and calming our fear
We think about memories from years past
When you were young and strong and ran so fast
We remember all the great times that we all had
How you always made us happy never made us mad
They were the best and happiest years we had
We'll always look back on them and never be sad
We look forward to the time we'll be together again
And we thank the Lord for such a great friend
Now you run and play up in Heaven above
Cradled in God's arms covered with his love
Playing by the Bridge waiting for the day
We come down thru the meadow to the bridge to stay
The love that you showed us we'll never forget
Because to us you're one very special pet
You're like a star in the dark of night
Always watching over us with the Lord's light
So now we take time to remember our best friend
Who will always be with us even to the end
We'll always remember you the way you were
One big lovable huggable pile of fur
Isn't that a beautiful poem? When Momma feels she can she will begin saying thank you to everyone who sent gifts and words of condolences. Oh and my veterinarian Doc Boden and the staff sent a beautiful card to Momma, Daddy and Papa.
Love always and forever, Ned_Linker/Neddy
P.S. One last thing! When you see the Doghouse plane on the birthday pictures, that is me! Momma chose that particular plane because the eyes on it makes her think of me, how I always looked shyly out of the corner of my eyes when I met new people.
October 27th 2012 10:19 pm
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This is an update on me written by my Momma..
I don't even know where to begin about Ned. They sent the fluid around her lungs to be tested yesterday. The doc called this morning and said it is a tumor of some sort that is leaking causing the fluid there. To determine where the tumor is we will have to have an ultrasound.
We are aware of the one Lipoma (fatty tumor) on the front of her chest wall it was found a little over 2 years ago. The problem with that is she is too old to have any type of surgery on that because even though you can feel it with your hand it grew into her rib cage itself. They would have to literally cut her ribs to remove it. If it were discovered at a much younger age she would have had a chance of survival but at her age when it was discovered (14 yrs.) and even more so now at nearly 16 yrs. it would kill her. All the vets agreed on that.
The problem is her age above anything as to whether Ned could survive the surgery at all even if they found a tumor somewhere else to be the culprit. The other option is to bring her in to have the fluid removed and the doc said that could build up in as little as every two weeks or up to 4, but it will build up. The one advantage we do have is being aware of it and getting her in sooner for the draining of the fluid. We actually just thought it was the same virus that George, Buddy and Merry had.
She is so weakened down by this thing we don't know if we would be doing her a favor by finding where it was and putting her through surgery. It's a hard road right now..but all we want is what's best for our sweetheart. We don't want her to suffer, and to think she would end her life just knowing pain from a surgery that may or may not help her is tormenting. To make the right decision is torment. Please just keep us in prayer and I will keep you updated as much as I am able.
April 24th 2008 11:54 pm
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"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."
April 1st 2008 11:00 pm
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AN 11TH WOOFDAY POEM ESPECIALLY FOR YOU, NED!
by: Rex Mi Amor.
Now, wouldn't you know it, that daddy named her Ned before he checked out her gender...
But, Ned is the name and Ned it will remain for her!
Now, Ned loves when people come and play in her kennel...
But, she hates cats, Sweet Caroline, frozen snails, thunder, and fireworks that make her mental!
She's a sweet basset hound/border collie...
And, she's just as happy as happy can be!
It's Ned's day to celebrate her woofday...
So, let's all woof her Happy Birthday!
And, send her many best wishes too...
From the PlayGround and Pawty Place, Ned, these are just for you!
Thank you so much Rex Mi Amor and all of DogParkUSA!
November 23rd 2007 6:03 pm
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Tis the day after Thanksgiving and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The puppies were snuggled all tired in their bed.
With visions of turkey still dancing in their head.
And Mom with her Rolaids and Dad with a pain,
Had just settled their tummies, no TURKEY AGAIN!
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter!
Away to the fridge I flew like a flash,
There Caroline was eating Turkey, then I heard a big CRASH!
She had pulled the shelf down, to the floor below,
The glass was all broken, it looked like it snowed.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
Mom in her nightgown, all covered in tears.
Dad was right behind her, so fast and so quick,
I knew in a moment, Sweet Caroline was sick!
She ate all the turkey, she ate all the pies.
She ate and she ate, til the food filled her eyes.
Go Caroline, Go Neddy, go fast to your bed,
I must clean this up now, run fast, FAST I said!
To the top of the bed, to the bed by the door,
Now dash away, dash away, I must clean the floor!
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And cleaning the floor, she turned with a jerk!
She filled up the dustpan, and garbage can too,
She swept, and she mopped, til the mess was all through!
Then she sprang back to bed, with her mind in a fog,
Restraining the urge to spank such a dog.
And I heard her soft whisper as she fell back in bed.
No Turkey next year!
We will just eat the BREAD!
October 17th 2007 9:44 pm
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TallulaBarkhead tagged me, now I've tagged you! Here's a fun way to get better acquainted with your Dogster friends. Here’s how we play: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are Tagged need to post in their Diary the rules and their 7 random facts. Then choose 7 pups to tag and list their names. Then let them know by pmail or a rosette that they have been Tagged and to read your Diary for instructions on how to play.
Here are my 7 random facts:
1. I was a rescue when my Dad and Nana lived in Arkasas. We came on a caravan..BOL! all the way back home to their home in California.
2. I love to have "tea parties". It is simply pawsome when someone plays in my kennel, even with the gate open.
3.I hate frogs and snakes.... really bad. I would bite frogs in Arkansas and they would make my mouth foamy.
4. I really am afraid of snails. I never saw one before we got to California. BOL!
5.I can speak on command. WOOF!WOOF!
6.I love my next door neighbor Nipper. He is a pit bull and we are bestest furryfriends. We howl together for every siren. Arrrrooooooo!!!!
7. When effuryone leaves here, Sweet Caroline and I sing the song of the hounds.
Ok here are the friends I am tagging:
1. Lobo-Because he is such a handsome boy.
2. Golda-Cuz she is my lovely cousin. Isn't she pretty?
3. Hoss-A cute little pom from Arizona that makes a pawsome cowpup!!
4. Fancy-A lovely Labrador Retriever/Golden Retriever from Kentucky. HI GIRL!!
5. Silva's Lord Aragon-Beautiful pup from Kennesaw, GA
6.Humpy-A beautiful white Pomeranian from Nueva Rosita, Coahuila, Mexico.
7. Tank- Just the cutest little guy from Hudson,Florida.
If you've recieved this already, considered yourself pupular! Hee hee!!
October 1st 2007 11:58 pm
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I was born and raised for seven years in Arkansas. Oh how I hated the storms. Those whoooooo whoooooo things that go off when a tornado was on the way....I can remember the panick I felt everytime and I wanted to run, I don't know where........just run. I hunted frogs all the time in my kennel. We had a creek behind the house and from that would come frogs, and all sorts of creatures. One time my human cousin was feeding Twister and me. She was going to get Twister's ball and she innocently reached under the dog house to get it. Well, she screamed so loud that I wanted to run. I thought another tornado......but it wasn't. There was a mama moccasin that had mde a nest under my house......and that is what Twister was Woofing about, not his "baby" that he always loses. Well, my Nana and my human Auntie came running out to see.....and grabbed us so fast out of the kennel to safety. My Daddy came home shortly after that and he was so brave....he was able to grab those snakes and get them out of the yard. Arroooooo and high paws for my brave Daddy, and WOOFS to my Nana and human Auntie for taking us to safety even if they had to come close to where the mama snake was.
Well, that is the sort of thing that we had in Arkansas.....but since I was born and raised there, even if I were afraid, I still was kinda used to it.
We moved here to California. My kennel is right by the back door of the house. I started barking and barking one evening in terror.... Nana came out to see what was wrong and couldn't see anything. She went back into the house and I started up HOWLING again.....well, she came out again and found what terrified me.........a snail.....I wsa so totally afraid. I have never seen one before....at least with a shell. So I barked and Woofed at it over and over. My Nana started to laugh so hard she had to hang on to something. Then she went and got my Daddy and Papa. They sure had a good laugh at MY expense.
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