I 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.

Saying Goodbye to Rhonda and Shawn's "Gemini"


In Loving Memory of Becky's "Camden"

Myriosa's Journey To My Dreams
(5/22/2005 * 2/17/2015)



Druimore Soars in the Heavens

Last night there was a beautiful crescent moon in a perfectly clear black sky tipping its en pointe toe toward the brilliant Venus, with flickering Mars above dotting her eye. Rolf and I looked up and it was an 'awwwwwwww' moment. He said that earlier in the day there had been a rainbow right in that same direction to the west.  That was the 20th of February. This was the day that Dru left we mere mortals here on earth late in the afternoon.  I had just kissed him goodbye at dusk.

Dru was formally CanCH Ballangeigh's Druimore Soars AGXS, AGIJS, RE, CRX-MCL, MADC, MJDC, CRB, CRNT-MCL, CD, SGDC, CGN, VCI and had almost attained a few more titles including GCh, but one of his very favourite humans Auntie Jill had bestowed another title upon him some years ago and it became part of his name: GQ, as in GQ Dru. He had a gorgeous medium gold coat and was beautiful inside and out.  Auntie Nancy called him Rock Star Dru.  He had rock star appeal.

Dru was a Golden superstar with legions of fans even globally because of his cover-boy GQ good looks on calendars internationally. More than that he had a heart as expansive as the great Canadian outdoors, and a generous spirit to match.  Nothing was done by Dru in small measures and he loved his friends completely and with abandon.  At the same time he was sweet, kind and sensitive. Though he had achieved so much as a working dog, it wasn't really because he had a great work ethic but because he was so smart. If he felt like showing off he had no match. If he didn't feel like it, well, you were just embarrassed while he went to kiss the judge, greet the spectators or sit and have a good old scratch in the trial ring. When you were with Dru, you were partying.  His Golden bwhoowhoowhoo was unparalelled.  Party Dru.

On a personal level he deeply loved his friends and his 'support staff'. His groomers always had a challenge to avoid a bloodbath because he couldn’t keep his tongue in his mouth and it was always getting wounded in action by scissors. He loved giving big sloppy kisses and even reserved the sloppiest ones for people that tried to avoid them. His famous tongue, sometimes airbrushed in magazines, on calendar or book covers so his distinctive one-of-a-kind trademark spots wouldn't show, earned him yet another moniker: Dru The Tongue.

Because he was such a cool swinging kind of guy, some people called him Drubeedoobeedoo and he was also affectionately known as Drusie-pooh. Supremely social and friendly, he was a great ambassador for dogs in general and especially for Goldens and he had more hugs from kids, seniors, complete strangers, friends, anyone, than any dog because he just attracted attention and freely gave so much love.  He loved to hold court and he always made people smile or laugh or just feel good. There was nothing ordinary about him. He just got up in the morning and looked fabulous, felt fabulous and was fabulous. Until very very recently.

Dru came into the world as our Dublin-girl ‘Shadymist’s October Wind’ took her final bow. They crossed paths within hours of her passing. She had been named for the Irish lullaby about the October winds around the castle of Dromore.

'Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore / Take heed, young eaglet, till your wings are feathered fit to soar' and so our little 'bud of spring' became Ballangeigh's Druimore Soars (spelling variation). Soar Dru did. Decades ago a friend gave us a framed copy of beat poet Kerouac's famous lines from On the Road in calligraphy , because he said they summed up Rolf perfectly. So too in part do they apply to Dru, the part about 'the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

We never could have predicted that the boy with the great big loving heart who loved so unconditionally, so universally, would die too young from a tumour on his heart.

No genetic analysis predicted this; no amount of perfect care and love prevented it.  Goldens are cruelly afflicted with cancers.

Dru’s namesake famous beautiful lullaby link is below should you care to hear it – just a minute or so.

Rolf and Dokkens said their goodbyes at home in the morning yesterday. 

Dru and I were surrounded by a circle of love as he left us.  Dr. Michelle was an angel, Dr. Lex was a superstar, the associated vet staff and techs were incredibly kind and thoughtful.  Some of Dru’s special friends came to the clinic to say farewell, and Michi who brought him into the world held him too as he went away.  Wonderful compassionate friend Diane completed his final circle of guides to send him on his final journey.  So many more have been beautiful supportive friends.  We are so grateful.

Sing hushabye low la loo, low la lan, for Dru. Sing hushabye low la loo.

Toby Cowling

Toby Cowling--a golden retriever "for all seasons": she spent summers in Manitoulin, spring and fall in Florida, and winters in Bracebridge. She was a gentle, devoted, loving and much loved member of her family:

Alf & Bev Cowling, Natalie & Carl, and Lily, who all miss her very much.

In Loving Memory of Jeannette and Steve’s “Merlin”

Merlin taught us to just enjoy life and live in the moment. To never put off. What an emptiness we feel. Our lives revolved around him and we are lost. We have so many great memories with him and happy times. We're reminiscing about all those great times and feeling such loss. He was our child and a unique beautiful life.

merlin merlin

Merlin and his pack in the park having a pick nick.

I would pay anything to have him back with us.

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Yesterday at the beach with Merlin.

He was still so full of life and a puppy to the end.

In Loving Memory of Stacey’s “Carter"


In Loving Memory of Nancy and Peter's "Quincy"


In Loving Memory of Carol J. Fryar's "Captain"


In Loving Memory of Jane's Beloved "Ky"


~ In Loving Memory of Kathy’s and Jim’s "EBBIE" ~

BVIS UCD CH "Forever's This Magic Moment" CD RE BN RLX1 RL2 RLV CD-CCH CGC THD, better known as Ebbie,
passed away today at 12 years 5 1/2 months.

She had an ultrasound on Monday afternoon and was diagnosed as having multiple cancerous tumors on her liver. We brought her home Tuesday late afternoon to be with us and she perked up and acted like herself -
a little slower, but one would expect that.

She got to see some of her family during her time with us and totally enjoyed the spoiling and the treats. This morning, she couldn't keep anything in her stomach and got unsure on her feet. With heavy hearts, we took her in and said goodbye to one of the sweetest dogs that we had the privilege to live with us.

Rest in peace, sweet baby girl.


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