give you this one to keep . . .
I am with you still . . . I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone . . .
I am with you still . . . in each new dawn.
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you
I loved you so
'twas Heaven here with you."
Isla Paschal Richardson
"In Loving Memory of Paul "Doc" Tamblyn"
Horace Kallen wrote,
“There are persons who shape their lives by the fear
and persons who shape their lives by the joy and
satisfaction of life.
The former live dying; the latter die living.
I know that fate may stop me tomorrow, but death is
an irrelevant contingency.
Whenever it comes, I intend to die living.”
"The Starfish Story"
A young man was walking along the ocean and saw a
on which thousands and thousands of starfish had
Further along he saw an old man, walking slowly and
picking up one starfish after another and tossing
each one gently into the ocean.
"Why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" the
young man asked.
"Because the sun is up and the tide is going out and
if I don't throw them farther in they will die."
"But, old man, don't you realize there are miles and
miles of beach and starfish all along it!
You can't possibly save them all; you can't even
save one-tenth of them.
In fact, even if you work all day, your efforts
won't make any difference at all."
The old man listened calmly and then bent down to
pick up another starfish and throw it into the sea.
"It made a difference to that one."
Paul made a huge difference to so many. We were all
lucky to have him in our lives.
In Loving Memory of the Ryan Family's Beloved "Kobe"
February 2, 2004 to January 21, 2010
God looked around His garden,
And found an empty space,
He then looked down upon this
And saw your furry face.
He put His arms around you,
And lifted you to rest,
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain,
He knew you might never be well,
Upon this earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyes,
And whispered "Peace Be Thine".
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you never went alone,
For part of me went with you,
The day God called you home.
I lost a special friend today
the kind you can't replace,
and looking at her empty bed
I still can see her face.
I see the endless energy
the sparkling puppy eyes,
Not the tired, fragile friend
I had to bid good-bye.
I know she's in a special place
our Lord has for such friends,
Where meadows, fields & flowers
help make them strong and whole again.
I remember how she'd run to me
to play her favorite puppy game,
And how her ears would perk right up
When she heard me call her name.
But as those precious years went by
And we both aged and grew,
I'd find her often slowing down
But-we had still so much to do.
Easter stands out in my mind
As she would always find the eggs,
The kids would have their baskets full
And she'd be there to beg.
Then there was the Christmas tree
with lots of candy canes,
As she devoured all she could
Surely, hoping it'd still look the same!
She did her guard dog duty well
Each time the doorbell rang,
Strangers surely couldn't see
My gentle friend--behind those fangs.
I've noticed in the recent times
Her ears were not as sharp,
Where is that running ball of fur
The years have shown their mark.
She started sleeping next to me
Was this her special clue,
Because she felt the end was near
I only wish I knew.
My Candy was a special dog
I know she gave her best,
But as I looked deep into her eyes
I knew it was time, for her to rest.
It will truly be a struggle
I don't know how I'll face each day,
I have to let her go--I know
But in my heart she'll always stay.
This special place our Lord has made
Health and strength, wait for her there,
So with my very special friend
I'm sending all my prayers.
I know she's watching over me
She'll be with me when I cry,
So with one more kiss on her beloved head
I told my Candy Dog good-bye.
By Christina L. Tronnes for my beautiful Cocker
( This poem is an adaptation of
Christina L.Tronnes' beautiful piece entitled
"Special Friend." )
In Loving Memory "Gemma"
I am trying to write about Gemma,
but the words don’t want to let go.
Like the leaves on the Liquidambar maple tree,
winter has done with them
but they cling to the bare, hard branches
Waiting for spring to force them off
to make way for something new.
When I think of Gemma, rich images
flood my heart with blood, my pulse rises,
I see her everywhere out of the corner of my eye
Not in shadows but in sunlight.
Meanwhile the intermittent rain keeps everything
Moss grows thick in unlikely places, and yet how can
that the February blossoms opened without a sound
When I wasn’t looking, all around me?
What can I do with nearly 13 years of memories?
What can I tell about my first dog who changed my
From the first day I saw her, all eyes and ears,
leading the puppy charge,
then holding her small and still in my arms on the
To her “that’ll do” move away from my strokes and
onto the cool tile just out of my reach
Where I watched her begin to find herself.
I can recall running madly along the lake shore
As she swam in a single-minded trance
After the mallard and her ducklings
Ignoring my pleas to return to me.
And I remember rescuing ground squirrels from her
who had made the mistake of thinking they were
Such wildness in her eyes.
This poem threatens to collapse
under the weight of all my memories.
I try to shuffle them, deal them out like a deck of
Hoping that those most valuable will be face up –
But knowing I had already held the winning hand.
Now I see Gemma running through the bracken fern and
in the Faraway meadow, where joy always waited for
year after year, in every season
Scenting deer droppings, rabbit tracks, and other
Or gliding through the liquid silver of the pond
Her eyes like a bright beam fixed on the blue ball.
I think of how the clock I hear clicking away the
long hours since her passing
Used to be set by her demands for breakfast and
Her dark chocolate eyes setting me with a stare
That could stop small armies advancing.
And how she would bark at me if I made her pose for
Front paws lifting off the ground
Eyes softening when I shushed her, ears dropping
Her face looking freshly dipped in a snow drift,
dark against light.
How many miles did we walk together? At the sea,
along forest paths
Endless loops at Faraway where she would disappear
into the woods
Only to rejoin us farther up the trail,
We, thankful that she hadn’t lost us–
While she never doubted it.
What had she found under the canopy of fir, madrone,
tanoak and redwood
That we could never know?
So many memories, like smoothed stones we find at
the water’s edge–
The one I now reach down for
is of her lifting her head one last time
on that last morning
In the dawn glow, looking full into my heart
Telling me she was ready,
That we must do her bidding,
We have no other choice.
And in that suspended moment when she took her last
when her tired golden body began to give up it’s
When her soul began it’s passage–
I silently cried out for her not to leave me
Even as I knew, from her still open eyes,
that I couldn’t stop her
But that she never would.
So as I sit here trying to write about her,
The words, I know, will never suffice.
They will seem small, and inadequate, and even
All those things that Gemma wasn’t.
She altered the course and quality my Life
in ways I am still discovering.
Her body defined grace and softness,
Taught me what it meant,
steadfast and majestic as a mountain –
Her love has carved me slow and deep like a glacier.
Gemma has led me to believe in angels, and
I will thank her every day of my life.
Thank you to all my golden friends
for your support,
empathy, and love. It helps more than you know.
Suzanne, Ted & Finnegan
In Loving Memory "Jenna"
In June of 1996, an adorable little white ball of
fluff came into our lives in the form of a white
lab/golden retriever. That year the children’s movie
Balto was released, and the female hero of the movie
was a white dog named Jenna, and hence, Jenna Meron
got her name!
The 3 Meron children instantly fell in love with
her, as did her “mom” Jennifer (don’t laugh about
the name…the dog was not named after Jennifer!!) and
her “dad” Garry.
Now, everyone knows that the best relationship a dog
can have with her family is for the dog to know her
place and be obedient…..well, this sure didn’t
happen here! Jenna took about two minutes to make it
clear that the Meron household was to rotate around
her, and that it did! Luckily, she was a benevolent
queen, and we were happy to serve under her.
I’ve heard it said that Golden’s stay puppies until
they are at least two, and that was surely the case
for Jenna. Her enthusiasm for life, combined with a
very defined rebellious streak certainly kept us on
our toes. In her young years she was quite the
wanderer. It seemed if you left a door open for more
than a second she would be out of it and running.
Luckily she was widely known and loved by all the
neighbourhood and surely and certainly, someone
would bring her back to us.
She probably became so well known to everyone
because several school busses pick up children by
the curbside that is next to our backyard. When
Jenna was a puppy, we had a bench by the fence, and
every day as regular as clockwork she would jump up
on the bench and put her face and front paws on top
of it, waiting for the school busses both in the
morning and afternoon. Every neighbourhood child who
got on a school bus knew Jenna and loved her.
She had quite the appetite and loved food…all food!
One well known incident happened when she was about
three. I had just baked a double layer chocolate
cake, and put it in a Tupperware container. I was
silly enough to leave it on the counter and leave
the kitchen. By the time I had returned, not only
had Jenna eaten the entire cake…she had also eaten
half the Tupperware container. This was repeated
many a time over the years with various baked goods
be it bread, cookies or muffins. She must have had a
stomach made of cast iron, because no matter what
she ate, how much she ate…she never missed a beat.
She loved her doggie cookies! If you gave Jenna a
doggie cookie, she would be your friend for life!
Jenna greeted every visitor to our home eagerly at
our front door and once they had a chance to come
in, she would run to the kitchen, start wagging her
tail, barking, and nod her head towards her cookie
jar! Everyone knew they should just come on in and
give her a treat! She would wait, and gladly give
the cookie-giver a handshake or a “high five” in
exchange for a treat.
Jenna was such a sweet dog, with a loving nature.
She really loved all creatures – human or animals.
We used to joke that a thief could come into our
home and as long as they gave her a nice pet, they
could steal our house from under us! The one
exception to her kind gentle nature was raccoons.
Raccoons were frequent invaders of our summer
campsites and she would go after them with an
absolute vengeance. Several times she actually
managed to unzip the tent zipper door in the middle
of the night and take off like white lightening
after a raccoon that dared trek on our site.
We had many years of fun and made wonderful memories
with Jenna….annual camping trips to Arrowhead and
Killarney, Christmas trips to Brighton, our annual
tree hunt with the Beirnes families, and so very
In June of 2009, we discovered that Jenna had a
massive tumour in her stomach and didn’t have long
to live, although they could not tell us if it would
be 2 weeks, or 1 year. We were happy to have the
opportunity to spoil our sweet puppy to the fullest,
and she enjoyed her last few months immensely and
thankfully without pain.
On her last day, she was particularly
rambunctious…more than she had been for weeks, went
for a nice walk, and enjoyed a full day laying in
the unseasonably warm sunshine. At the end of the
day, she had one of her favourite cookies, and asked
to go outside, and then…………….
We feel very lucky to have had Jenna as a member of
our family. She was a loyal member of our family for
almost 14 years. She loved us and we truly loved
We miss you Jenna, and we will never forget you.
In Loving Memory "Deuce"
DEUCES ARE WILD UD JH
11/6/1998 - 3/22/2010
His name fit him perfectly. He made us smile every
single day. Most of you can think of something funny
that you saw Deuce do. His trials, tribulations and
occasional "AH HA, That's what she wants" moments
were in the obedience ring and elsewhere. In
retirement he was just as entertaining. He became a
highly specialized traveler, camper, beach bum and
A lump was found in his lung in June 2009 and with
the help of his vet, Dr. Leveign of Timber Ridge
Animal Hospital and Smiling Blue Skies we enjoyed
the last 8 months together.
We had to say goodbye on Monday, when he let us know
it was time.
We will love him and miss him, forever.
Monica and Joe
In Loving Memory "Raider"
In Loving Memory of Jackie and Geoff Matticks' "Truman" & "Sunny"
"Sunny" . . . "Justmoor My Lucky
"Truman" . . . "Justmoor
True in Wonderland"
In Loving Memory of Tobi and Jon's Beloved "Skye"
December 13, 1994 - May 17, 2010
Pure Joy lives in the heart of our friend Brodie
Joy in the present moment
Joy in being with kindred spirit friends
Joy in living life to the fullest
Brodie's signature greeting, "wooo-ooo-ooooooooo"
made everyone feel special
Tuxedo came to live with us in 2005. Brodie & Tux
were close friends,
even though Tux took a dominant role very soon after
Brodie cheered Tux on to come down the forest trails
on hikes with us.
Brodie's Chariot was designed by the same man that
built Rick Hansen's "Man in Motion" wheelchair. She
recovered from two surgeries in her Chariot, a full
18 weeks of post-op trail riding for each knee. With
her frisbee and wave-herding days behind her, she
found great joy in just about everything else. We
enjoyed over 10,000 walks together over the years.
There is a very Long Beach somewhere over that
Where Brodie's light shines brightly
We have been blessed to have a such a special friend
Please join me in praying her on her way up that
In light, love, gratitude and a joyful woo-ooo-ooooooo
Thank you all for the Love you shared with Brodie
1999 - 2010
The sky is a little brighter tonight....... Elway
has gone to be reunited with his Mom Karat and all
those who went before him.
I told him to greet everyone, tell them I miss them
all, make sure to share... and oh and not to piss of
Sassy, because we know how she can be.
I was so fortunate and blessed to have him in my
life.... he came into my life for a reason and I
have tons of memories, and moments to cherish and
laugh about later but for now my heart aches and it
Rest well my sweet boy, you left this world with a
cookie in your mouth for your travels. You will be
missed beyond comprehension.
In Loving Memory of "Jessie"
Love your dogs every day . . .
Trish Illingworth and Family
In Loving Memory of Tami and Keith's (and Maggie and Surfer's) "Cruiser"
The Story of Cruiser
April 8, 2002 to June 5, 2010.
We’ve always called Cruiser our Perfect Puppy,
because he has been from the very beginning, our
Perfect Puppy. He was housebroken in 10 days. We
were going on a road trip to Minnesota when he was
10 weeks old, and we worried about how we were going
to manage a young puppy on such a long drive. We
needn’t have worried. Cruiser never had an accident
during the entire trip, and only one accident in the
house after we got back home. The only thing Cruiser
ever chewed that he shouldn’t have was 4 inches of
fringe on an Oriental-style carpet. After we gently
scolded him, he never did it again, or chewed
anything else he shouldn’t have. There is only one
thing he ever did that could be described as
“naughty.” Sometimes he indulged in eating dog poop.
Ewwww! But again, if we caught him in the act, and
told him to drop it, he would drop it on command and
leave it alone—until the next time! But other than
that, Cruiser never ever dreamed of doing anything
Cruiser has done a lot of traveling. Besides the
road trip to Minnesota, we took him to Goldstock in
Pennsylvania over Labor Day, 2002 when he was about
4 months old. When Cruiser was about 5 months old,
we took Maggie and him on a vacation to Maine. We
stayed in a cabin on a lake on Mount Desert Island,
near Acadia National Park. We rented a cabin on a
lake so that the dogs could go swimming. On the way
back home, we stopped in Cape Cod, where I took some
of my favorite photos of Cruiser as a puppy. When he
was 2 years old, we moved from Virginia to
California. He’s officially been to or traveled
through about 29 or 30 states.
I started training Cruiser to get his novice
obedience title (CD). I wasn’t a very good trainer,
and we entered trials before Cruiser was really
ready, but he finally did get enough qualifying
scores for that CD. One of his last trials, when he
was just over a year old (2003), provided a few
laughs for the audience, and a few nervous moments
for those in the ring with us. We were doing the
heeling inside a building, and it was a hot day.
Suddenly, Cruiser slowed WAAAAAY down and stared up
at the ceiling. Seems he had never seen a ceiling
fan before! He really wasn’t sure what that thing
was and if it was going to fall down on top of him.
And then at the same show, when he was doing the
down-stay, he looked over at the dog next to him and
his tail started thumping. On no! I thought. Don’t
go play with that dog next to you. And then Cruiser
shifted over to look at the dog on his other side.
Then the tail started thumping again. The other
dog’s owner and I just looked at each other, and I
just prayed—please don’t break! Please don’t break
your stay. Those were the longest 3 minutes of my
life! But he passed the trial and FINALLY got his
CD. Yeah, Cruiser! He let it be known, however, that
he really didn’t like obedience so we never went any
further than that in obedience.
So then we started training in agility. Six months
after our first class, I entered him in his first
trial in Novice Preferred. He actually qualified in
one class—Jumps with Weaves. But he is such a social
butterfly that he liked to go say “Hi” to the judges
and the ring stewards—and to dogs waiting outside
the ring. Oh no! I entered him in another trial, but
again, he left the ring to say “Hi” to other dogs,
and he had forgotten how to do the chute tunnel. So
we gave up trials for awhile and just took classes
for fun. After we moved to California in 2004, I
started entering him in more agility trials, and he
progressed to the point where he earned his Open
Agility and Open JWW titles. Cruiser rarely made
mistakes in the agility ring (and the “mistakes”
were usually my fault), but his deliberate
perfection there translated to being very, very
slow. There were a few times we didn’t qualify on a
run because we exceeded the time limit. One reason
why I think Cruiser did so well in the ring was
because we would watch and study the other dogs in
the ring. We would sit ringside, and as we watched
the dog in the ring, I would tell Cruiser the
commands for what the dog was doing—for example,
over, over, over, tunnel, over, teeter, over, over
weave. He really would watch the dog running the
course. He loved agility.
But Cruiser’s most favorite thing in the whole wide
world was swimming. When he was 2 years old, we
moved to the desert of Southern California and we
knew we had to have a swimming pool for Cruiser. So
we bought a house with a large, in-ground swimming
pool for the dogs. In the summer, Cruiser got to go
swimming almost every day. He loved it. He would
leap off the edge of the pool into the water for his
pool toy, which was a training dummy (duck). With a
running start, he could jump nearly half the length
of our 32-foot pool. Cruiser’s second most favorite
thing in the world was to hang out in the pool
lounge chair with me. We’d lie in that chair and
float around the pool for hours. His third favorite
thing was to float in the arms of his Dad. Cruiser
would rest his legs on Keith’s arms and just float,
and Keith would rub his legs, for as long as Cruiser
wanted to hang out.
In January 2009, our world with Cruiser collapsed
when we found out he had lymphoma. We treated him
with chemo. The last three months of the 6 month
treatment plan were hard on him, and then he came
out of remission 3 weeks after the end of treatment.
We restarted chemo, but he became so anemic we
thought he was going to die, so we stopped chemo
after just 3 treatments. He spent the next 8+ months
on steroids, which kept him in remission. However,
after that long of a period on steroids, he began to
suffer from serious side effects and we had to
reduce the dosage. As soon as we did that, the
cancer came back. Eight years to the day after we
brought Cruiser home as an 8-week old puppy, he left
In Loving Memory of Cindy and Shaun's "Mocha Fudge"
March 20, 1996 -- March 1, 2010
Love you to the moon and back, Labbygirl!!!
Forever with us . . .
"Our animals shepherd us through certain eras of our
When we are ready to turn the corner and make it on
our own…they let us go."
Trish Illingworth and Family
In Loving Memory of Julie and Moneca's Tree Climber . . . "Cash,"
having a wonderful time at Sakinaw Lake on the Sunshine Coast, in the summer of 2001. Unfortunately, he lost his battle with cancer on December 8th, 2009.
In Loving Memory of the Vopini family's beloved "Tucker"
In Loving Memory of "Myla"
Our best friend and hero, whispered it was time
To travel down a pain free road and leave us all
We hope she’s chasing squirrels and swimming in the
We can’t wait to be with her, forever, once again
For now we feel her presence, in so many different
The private moments that we share, no one can take
We say she is our angel, who flies with "Golden"
We pray each night our little girl will meet us in
We miss you more than words can say,
We think of you each day,
Be waiting for us Myla girl,
That one, eternal day.
In Loving Memory of Cheryl and Dennis Ritchie's "Ben"
NMH Brimac's Take It To The Limit WCX MH
Ben was a working Golden Retriever of extraordinary talents.
The Golden World has lost a shining beacon and a marvelous ambassador for the breed.
In Loving Memory of "Gabe"
Shelley's very special small black Greyhound, who loved everyone. He was "the happiest dog ever." One of Gabe's favourite things to do was singing, and he loved giving kisses too.
In Loving Memory of "Scout"
I had to say a final goodbye to Scout. She put up a great fight and had nine
very good months after her diagnosis of Lymphoma. We did minimal chemo and
learned a lot about nutrition and living with cancer from the Smiling Blue Skies
Cancer Fund: http: //www.smilingblueskies.com/.
I am attaching a few pictures from Scout's last year. She was able to enjoy our
yearly trip to Shaver Lake a couple of weeks ago and got to swim and hike every
day. The first picture is taken at the end of a short but steep hike we like to
take from the cabin every morning which ends with a nice view of the lake. The
other pictures are testimony to the fact she was not only good at obedience,
field, agility and tracking but she also was quick to alert us about any rodents
on our property, as well as demonstrate her mud bathing skills whenever
possible! She had great fun this summer teaching Bungee to swim and retrieve
bumpers at Shaver Lake. Bungee has HUGE paws prints to fill!
Scout will remain forever in my heart.
In Loving Memory of Shelley's beloved "Whiteout"
In Loving Memory of Gwen's "Lucy Lu"
09-30-00 to 09-24-10
It with a great sadness and a very heavy heart that I let everyone know that I
had to let Lucy go on Friday, September 24th. Just 6 days shy of her 10th
Lucy fought a very courageous battle against osteosarcoma for three months and I
honestly thought we were winning it, but the disease has a nasty way of rearing
it's ugly head when you think you have it licked for a little bit. Her tumor
which started out the size of an almond grew into the size of a grapefruit at
the end. Her foot was starting to swell from the sheer size of her tumor. She
went off her food the last few days and she grew very tired and withdrawn. I
knew it was time. I knew that I had to make that decision to let her go. I had
several talks with Lucy over the last few days. I told her that I would be okay
and it was alright if she had to leave me. I know we both fought the disease as
best we could with traditional chinese medicine and accupuncture. We could not
amputate - Lucy was not a good candidate for the same and chemo and radiation
were not an option at her age. I wanted her to have a good quality of life and
enjoy her time that she had left with me.
For those of you that knew Lucy, you know what a great and wonderful Rottweiler
she was. She loved everyone and everything. She was a wonderful ambassador for
the breed. She became my constant companion the day she came into my life and
never left my side until now. I am filled with such a deep sadness on her
Lucy and I enjoyed many adventures in our lifetime together. The best times we
shared were on the herding field. She became the first Rottweiler in North
America to earn the award of Stock Dog Started in the Canadian Kennel Club. She
took me to great heights in herding for two newbies to the venue and earned many
many High In Trials. I was hoping for our Herding Advanced title this year but
that was not meant to be when she was diagnosed on June 11th with osteosarcoma.
We took to the herding field one last time in June of this year. Although we
did not earn a leg towards our HA title, we enjoyed our last moments as handler
and herder together. When we shut that gate for the last time, it was very
bittersweet for me. I was in tears and I know Lucy had no clue why Mom would be
crying because she put the sheep away like she was supposed to. I hugged her
and told her what a great time we have had learning to herd together. I thanked
her for all those great times.
God speed my sweet Lucy on your next great adventures. I hope and pray that you
are tending to His flock and making me proud. I have sent you on a journey to a
land free of pain, not because I did not love you, but because I loved you too
much to force you to stay. You were loved beyond measure and I will miss you
every single day of my life.
I miss you so very much and I would do anything if I could just have some more
time with you.
I have attached some pics of our last day together. She enjoyed an ice cream
cone - something she had not been able to do for a while since she did not want
to eat. She actually sat and licked it all the way down. She normally would
inhale the ice cream in two seconds. This time she seemed to savor every lick.
We had our last walk in the park and let the sun warm our faces. She had a very
good day on her last day and then it was time to say good bye. The hardest
thing I have ever had to do in my life was to let her go. She went peacefully,
craddled in my arms with me speaking softly to her and telling her much I love
her and I will be okay. I hope in time I will be.
With a very heavy heart,
In Loving Memory of "The Outlaw Jesse James"
In Loving Memory of Caroline's "Knight"
Can/International CH Debern's Blue Knight CGN
In Loving Memory of "Breeze," Canadian GMH Coppertop Wind in the Taiga MH, WCX**, Can CD, WCX, QFTR***
September 5, 2000 - September 30, 2010
Breeze, when I feel the wind and rain upon my cheek, and see the glitter of sun
on snow or your colour in the golden fields, I will know that you are near.
When I watch the geese circling above and Orion striding across the sky at
night, I will remember our many hunting adventures together. I was always proud
to have you at my side on the line. Farewell my sweet boy. Trek and I miss you
so much. Thank you for changing my life."
Judy and "Trek"
In Loving Memory of "Kenna," Glenlaurel's Serendipity
3/12/01 - 09/24/10
"Someday we'll be together again, our darling girl.
'Til then, romp free at the Bridge and enjoy playing with your Uncle Chase
and all our precious kids who have gone on before. We love you, Kenna."
With all our hearts,
Suzy, Jim, Phoebe, Lake & Soul
In Loving Memory of Linda and Ken's Beautiful "Lexi"
BIS, Multi BPIS CH Lazyriver Sunrise Over Savanah, CGC, TDI
Savanah - Tavanny - Vanny - Banana Girl - Sa-Va-Na
I don't even know how to say what I need to say.
My head hurts. My stomach hurts. My
heart? It is shattered and ripped right out of
my body leaving with Savanah on Wednesday morning.
A dog that loved life. A dog that loved
everyone that crossed her path, humans, dogs, cats.
A dog that loved me more than anything else in this
world. How could this happen to her?
When they removed her spleen and gave her a blood
transfusion a week ago Tuesday they told me without
chemo she would have 3 weeks to 3 months left with
me. She had a hard time recovering from the
surgery and a week later she died in my arms.
I feel so cheated. We never had the chance to
make memories together.
I don't do well with surprises. Especially
something like this. No warnings. They
are here one day and gone the next. The same
thing happened with Shiloh. He was at a dog
show one weekend, two weeks later he was gone.
At least with Shawnee I had time to prepare myself
for her leaving me. Boomer too. It seems
each time I stop crying, it just hits me again that
Savanah is gone and I start all over again.
The biopsy of Savanah's spleen showed it was not
hemangio, but rather soft tissue osteosarcoma.
It had already metastasized in her liver and
abdominal surface. Not that it matters what it
was. Cancer has robbed another precious
creature of her life much too early. It isn't
Savanah made her presence known before she was even
completely out of Sasha. As this was the first
puppy to be born, she scared Sasha half to death
with her screaming. Talk about attitude!
I knew she would be mine the minute she was born.
And I became hers. I couldn't move without her
following me. When I was sitting down she
would lay as close as she could to me. She had
to be touching me. She shared my pillow every
night. I would wake up some mornings with most
of her body on my pillow surrounding my head.
She had fun in the show ring. It was a game to
her. I would watch her looking around at
people almost as if to say "look at me, aren't I
pretty". She finished her Canadian CH as a
puppy with 3 Best Puppy In Shows. She made her
way into the SDHF in no time at all. She was
the winner of the GRCC Top Opposite Sex - Shadywell
Trophy in 2006. She won a Best In Show.
She won JAMs at 2 of the 3 National Specialties she
went to. Funny thing is both times I wasn't
even going to enter her, as the judge's were
"English type" judges. She started towards her
AKC CH in 2007 picking up 2 points on her first
weekend when pyometra ended her show career.
She was missing only 6 points of the 100 needed for
her CKC Grand CH at that time.
She loved to play ball as all Goldens do. She
especially loved to swim. Unlike the rest of
my dogs Savanah didn't need to have a ball thrown to
retrieve. She would jump in and do a couple
laps. Come back out, shake, and repeat.
She especially loved it when I was in the pool so
she could swim with me. She loved when people
would come to the house, and would have to greet
most people with my stinky barn shoe in her mouth.
She also loved shopping in other people's bags.
I had to warn everybody not to leave anything open.
But most of all she loved me and being with me.
And I loved her. I know you aren't supposed to
have favorites, but Savanah made that decision for
me. I had no choice.
I had to go to Montreal on Tuesday. When I
came out of the warehouse I saw what I can only
suppose was a rainbow. I have never seen
anything like it before. It was beautiful.
I took it as a sign from Shawnee that she and the
others were waiting for Savanah and would take good
care of her for me. Savanah had a really good
day on Tuesday, but later in the evening I could see
her getting weak again. I told her I would
call Dr Jim in the morning and we would relieve her
of the ups and downs she was going thru. She
didn't wait for Jim, leaving about 10 minutes before
he arrived. She did wait for my mom to come up
to say goodbye to her though.
Fly free my sweet girl. I will love you
forever and ever. Save me a spot on your
pillow at the Bridge, ok.
Sasha, Shayla, Skylar, Sydney, Slammer, Solo,
Waiting at the Bridge, Scout, Boomer, Shawnee,
Shiloh & Savanah - Gone but Never forgotten.
In Loving Memory of Carol's "Mister"
In Loving Memory of Diane and Ken's "Maggie"
. . .
"She was the best."
In Loving Memory of "Chesney"
. . .
Chesney, doing what he loved to do with his beloved bumper! My gentle sweet
loving baby boy. I love you and miss you so much.
In Loving Memory of Judy's "Once In a Lifetime" Sophie
. . .
In Loving Memory of the Finn Family's Beloved "Harley"
. . .
In Loving Memory of Patrick's beloved "Bob"
. . .
In Loving Memory of Shelley's Weime, "Fritz"
. . .
In Loving Memory of Judith's beloved "Braidy" and "Tessa"
. . .
In Loving Memory of Nathalie's "Phillip"
. . .
In Loving Memory of Joanne and Bob's Beloved "Blue"
. . .
In Loving Memory of "Coal"
. . .
Coal had Malignant Oral Melanoma
that spread to his lungs, to his
brain and then to his skin. We had
a great 14 months post surgery
together before I had to help him to
the Bridge. Everyone is just
amazed that he made it as long as he
did. Up to two weeks before bridge
day he was happy, running around,
eating great and his tail was always
wagging =) You never would have
known he was sick unless you
listened to him breathe at night.
He started having seizures and his
breathing got worse so we made the
hard decision to say goodbye. We
contributed blood and tissue samples
to cancer research and hope Coal
will help other dogs/people that are
fighting the same battle. Coal was
an awesome boy and will be deeply
missed, by Lil and her family.
In Loving Memory of JoAnne's "Blue"
. . .
In celebration of the life and to honour the memory|
of Patty and Ron's beloved "Sammy"
If I could grab a star from the sky each time you made me smile,
I'd hold the entire universe in my hand.