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Sheltie Angels Page Ten
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Karashome's Just
Because, (pts), CD, CGC |
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Joseph was always the lover in the bunch of puppies. From the time he could barely walk he would throw himself into my arms with an "I love you, Mommy." I didn't need and had no intentions of keeping a blue male, but he just seemed to stay. Thus I named him "Just Because." He was such a gawky puppy at 10 weeks, but still was a super lover. All you had to say was "Kisses, Joseph" and he'd throw himself into your arms and give scubulions of kisses. He grew and always retained his sweet and loving nature. I was concentrating on Eve and never showed him much. He went to one specialty match and was Best Adult (his half-sister, Cher, was Best Puppy). He went to about four shows and was WD for his first two points, with me handling. He was so "out of coat" that day that I very nearly didn't show him. The day after the entries closed he started blowing and I had taken out several grocery bags full. The judge commented that he would have liked to see more coat. "Gee, if I'd known, I could have brought you 5 grocery bags full," I replied. He laughed, saying, "Bring him back with it attached." I lost him totally unexpectedly. I had gone away for the weekend and when I got home he was dead. I didn't get to tell him goodbye. I know he's giving kisses to his special Angel at the Bridge while waiting for me. Karen B. Evans, Karashome Shelties |
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Arbohn Robin Adair November 6, 1987 - July 18, 2001 King of the Manor, you will always remain Coleen Bohney, Arbohn Shelties |
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Jean's Royal Highland Lad April 13, 1992 - May 21, 2000
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My Sorrow |
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There were five puppies in the litter, two of which were already spoken for. So, I had three puppies I could choose from. I fell in love with a little girl when she licked me. The next time I saw them, her brother came over to me. I put my hand out to him, and he bit me. It was love from first bite. My parents agreed to buy both puppies, and we had seven wonderful years with them. Then, Laddie was diagnosed with cancer. He was given 6 months to live and he lived for a YEAR with the disease. He was so strong, noble and loving. He also had pride. He was laid to rest shortly after he turned eight. He never could win a conformation or agility class, but he won my heart. His sister, Lass, and "step-sister," Pepper, are my earth-bound Sheltie Angels, but he is my Heavenly Sable N White angel. Lovingly missed by Jean |
Note from Amy: Laddie's sister, Lass, now has her own tribute here.
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Nationview Lights Out, CDX April 5, 1991 - October 4, 2001
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Our big girl, our special friend
we loved you from beginning to end
You shared our life, you touched our hearts
God's called you home, now we must part
We'll miss your twirl, your wiggly bum
Your knowing eyes, so full of love
Your gentle head upon my knee
Sharing private thoughts with me
One day your heart it just gave way
Dad said you gave all the pieces away
To those you loved, to all you knew
Our lives were richer, because of you
Each time a rainbow fills the sky
We look up to see you running by
May your days be peaceful, may the phone never ring,
Chase the sheep all day, hear the angels sing
Thank you for sharing your life with me
We'll remember with love, our dear sweet "Bea"
Mom, Dad, Cheryl, Julie
and Sheltie Sibling "Indy"
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Lynrose Black Ice Princess |
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Luv-A-Lotts Pride N'Joy, CD "Nikki" |
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Misty Hills Teaberry, CD "Misty" |
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Pictured here together is Nikki and Misty, Mother and Daughter.
Misty passed away in 1993, and Nikki met her mother at Rainbow Bridge on May 31, 2001.
I will miss you, my sweet Nikki!
See you at the bridge!
As loved and remembered by
Debbie Francek, Alainn Shelties
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Scherzo
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In December 1997, Scherzo was four months old and had been with me two. I practiced a free-style of pole T'ai-Chi in the park, riding there on my mountain bike every morning in all weathers. I always took Scherzo along in a cloth rucksack on my back. He loved the cold and the snow. It was a very cold New Year's Day morning.
I ran to the
emergency telephone. It was answered by a watchman, stupefied by New Year drink.
I banged down the phone. I ran on and on, calling out, "Scherzo, Scherzo, come
here at once... please..." I fell down an unexpected slope, landing in a pile
near some bushes. My woolen hat was knocked off. I suddenly felt something warm
and moist
Scherzo and I were the only tenants remaining in the apartment house. There was no heating, hot water or warm food. He slept at my feet, a four-legged hot-bottle. In May, 1998, I was mysteriously stricken with meningitis. I boarded Scherzo with a friend during the two months I was hospitalized. He encouraged me to walk again during my convalescence. When I recovered, we had a happy, fun-filled three years together - until October, when he succumbed to a prolonged seizure. His presence is still strong. I see him when I wake and at night. I hear his bark at various times of the day. Gone, his love remains... Loved, remembered and missed by Stephen. |
The clouds constantly reflecting the first rays of the sun, changed through all
shades of colour and light. I was thrilled by the drama enacting above. When I
looked at the tree where Scherzo was tied, he was not there - only his harness.
I looked all around. He was nowhere. The ground was thick with freshly fallen
snow, the park empty. I called his name repeatedly, my voice growing louder,
more piercing, my steps getting more rapid until I was running, changing
directions haphazardly. I ran to the place where there are usually squirrels and
pigeons feeding. Scherzo never tired of chasing pigeons and squirrels. But he
was not there.
Just then I heard the whine of snow-blowing machines. I saw two enter the park.
Frantic, I ran towards them, waving them to stop. But they sped away and the
drivers could not see me. I had visions of these monsters running over, their
fearsome machinery scooping up and cutting up, my puppy, blowing snow into the
air pink with his baby blood.
against my bald scalp. Looking up, I hugged Scherzo, weeping into his thick fur.
Later that month, there was the Ice Storm of the Century.