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Mama LOVES me second best!!!!

Holy Rancho Cucamonga!!! I almost died and went to heaven- AGAIN!!!!

Dear Diary...

It is me, Izzy, from THE MOST WONDERFUR place.

It is truly more wonderfuller than Izzy have evfur imagined up here in the beautiful heaven!

All of us are all bananas up here, no top bananas, no second bananas....just a bunch of happy angel-ly bananas, running like the wind, playing like puppies again.

Izzy cannot tell you how happy I am. I could try, but I nevfur had the gift for the gabbing that my brofur Ernie G. had. Hooman words cannot expresses what it is like to be reyooonited with so many of my fambly and furriends.

Izzy can hardly wait for Mama & Papa to get up here, and evfun Bacon & Beanie, too. Then we can all be here in the most wonderfur place for eternamatease!

There is no sadness in the Most Wonderfur Place, and Izzy wishes I could share that with my fambly and furriends down on the Earths.

Izzy wishes I could come back down just to tell you that. Do not be sad for missing us, because one day you will be here, too. We will be togethfur again, and evfurry day will be the most happiest day evfur.

I wish I could send a note to my furriends down on the earths to let them know that...so they could tell my best Papa...and they could tell Pepper's Mama who just found out Pepper will be getting her wings soon, too!

Do Not Cry for Missing IZZY B, Papa, because I am WATCHING YOU!!! Just like always. I am in your heart, beside you at night when you is sleeping, and one time I evfun rode to work with you in your brand new truck!!!

AND NOW, Just when I thought Izzy Beesun's after lifes could not get any better, Ernie G. just came trottin ovfur with his ginormous hinder and thunder buns shaking up evfurrything in the whole universe, and he told me that my furriends on Earth paid me a special tribyoot.

"BIG ORANGE!!!" Ernie arrrooooed, "YOU ARE DOG OF THE WEEK ON DOGSTER!!"

"Holy GUACAMOLE!" I said. And I almost fainted, but angels don't faint, they just bounce right back up off the clouds.

Then of course Ernie tolded me how he were actually Dog of the Week for like three weeks in a row one time, but that I should be proud of myself, a dog of my humbly beginnings. OH BROFUR. Some things nevfur change.

But ANYFUR, WHAT A MONYOOMENTAL DAY in the Most Wonderfur Place.

I hope Mama and Papa are proud of me. I love them. And I love all my furriends so much.

Dog Bless Them All!!! Now it's party time!

(p.s. Izzy sends special love to my othfur pain-in-the-hinder little brofur...Izzy says it are time to moof on. Be a big boy, Bake-a-Cake! Izzy still gots your back.)

Quick Note from Most Wonderful Place

Dear Furriends and Fambly,

Izzy B just wanted to let you know that I made it okay!!!

OMD. I can hear again. But with all the ARRRRROOOOOOROOOOOROOOOIN' and ABOOOHOOOOHOOOOIN' that Ernie was doing when he furst sawed me, OMD, I almost wished I couldn't hear nuttin' again. BOL!

Izzy will writes more to you on the earths later, but I wanna tell evfurryone, no more tears...especially Mama & Papa. All of my furriends and fambly has taken care of the whole drought problem in the America!!! SHEESH! Do you wanna make a flood?

Guess what? My back leggies bend again. I can run evfun faster than I could on the earth. Of course the wings helps a little. Thunderbuns still can't catch me.

Ernie was there to meet me last night in his big beeeyooteeful ship, named after our Mama, then we met Grampa and all our furriends who was waiting on the dock to welcome me home.

Before I get back to chasing buggies, Izzy just wanted to say a BIG HOOOMUNGEROUS THANK YOUSE to all of the furriends and peepoles who has provided words of supports and comforts to me bereavered parents. Holy Cow, they really loved me!

All the wings, and candles and rainbows and flowers, they are more than a humble street doggie who started out as a stray and ended up the luckiest girl evfur could evfur have imagined.

I wuff you all, and you better believes that Izzy will watch ovfur you all, because you know, I worry.

See you in a wink,

Izzy B.

A Note from Mama

"I once had a girl, or shall I say she once had me." - The Beatles

Sweet, sweet Izzy, of the soft, thick orange hair, you were universally loved by everyone you met for your easy kindness, your gentle soul, your quiet presence, your understanding eyes.

You have been with me & your Papa through so much of our life together that I don't remember being with your Papa without you.

We never had children, but I want to thank you, for giving me the most remarkable gift, the opportunity to see what kind of father your Papa would have been. No one loved you more than your Papa. And believe me, you were adored far and wide by everyone you met.

The way he has cared for you in the last several years has reminded me of exactly why I married him. He loves with all his heart and he will do whatever it takes to care for the ones he loves, forsaking everything else.

I will never forget all of your little rituals together. The way he took you to work with him every day for the first two years we had you, big orange and the big red truck. The way he always gave you a bowl, plate, or carton to lick clean when he was through. The way your Papa spent the first couple years of your life replacing seat belts, mini-blinds, vinyl flooring, truck window latches…you couldn’t stand for us to leave you for a minute.

But we never needed a leash for you, because you never wanted to be too far away from us.

The other day on my drive in to work, I ran in to our old neighbor Jim Fitzgibbons on the way to work. He stood in front of my car, so I had no other choice but to stop. LOL. The first thing he did was ask how Izzy girl was doing. I told him, "Old Iron Dog? Oh she's great. She'll outlive me." He said, "You be nice to my Izzy, or I'll come take her from you."

Gary and Sandy moved away 8 or 9 years ago, and you're the first thing they ask about when we see them. Monie, across the street, she watches out the window to see your bright orange fur every day.

Everyone wanted you, to steal our Izzy. When I worked on catalogs, and we did photo shoots in our back yard, our photo stylist Lori fell in love with you, and every time I would see her, she would beg me to let her have you. You reminded so many people of their dogs from childhood. You reminded everyone of all the best qualities in a friend, unconditional love and understanding, easy and endless kindness, comfort, a calm and steady presence, a safe place in the storm.

You knew and loved my Grandpa. He’s been gone 11 years now.
You were loved by your own Grandmas, and even though we haven’t seen your Grandma Jane for many years now, she showed up out of the blue a couple Sundays ago, and the two of you spent some time together.

You’ve outlived so many of your peers, your cousins Sophie, Pepper, Twinks, Gert, Sammy, so many of the dogs you’ve known since puppyhood.

You’ve lived a long life. And we have loved you the best we could every single day of it. I want to apologize to you, for not being a better mother. I won’t make excuses now. But I know you forgive me and you love me completely, because you’re Izzy. Your brother is waiting for you…sweet girl. Ernie George has been waiting for Big Orange. Run free, Izzy B. We will all be together again one day.

Izzy B will be making her journey to the Bridge this afternoon after 5 p.m. Please say a prayer for her at that time.