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Sheltie Angels Page Thirteen
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Kimberly's Kelsy Dare October 14, 1996 - May 21, 2002
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When I decided to get a Sheltie my senior year of college I spent hours picking out the perfect name. Something Celtic that flowed easily and fit the quiet little pup I’d picked out. Kimberly’s Kelsy Dare. Kelsy is Irish and means “brave.” Dare means “beloved,” and beloved she was for the 5 ½ years we spent together. Kelsy passed away Tues., May 21 of causes relating to a history of pancreatitis, a bacterial infection and eventually a rare form of kidney failure/disease.
She loved chewing furniture, ate carpet and even chewed a hole in the wall – not a corner but the actual wall. She eventually grew out of that stage and moved on to swimming lessons with her grandpa, and chase with cousin Buck, a yellow lab about six months her junior. Kelsy would wag her sassy tail and look back to say “come on, aren’t you going to chase me?” Her grandpa spent countless hours coaxing her into the pool, talking softly to her and whispering secrets in her ear – they had a very special bond and Kelsy would curl up with him at night with her head on his shoulder and fall asleep. I don’t know if it is a trait of Shelties, but Kelsy never whined or cried. I heard her whine once when she and Buck were begging for food – Buck started whining so Kelsy let out a couple of small whines then stopped – it just wasn’t her style. She was a pro beggar, but she did so with that patient, intense dog gaze and if you weren’t paying attention, a quick scratch of the paw on your knee or a nuzzle buck to your hand, placing it expertly on the top of her head for a good rubbing. I have a new Sheltie pup now, Kelsy’s Legacy Kasey Tate, and find it amazing how different they are. Kelsy grew into a loving, quiet, mellow companion who rarely barked unless there was a storm brewing outside. Kasey talks all the time. Her begging skills pale in comparison to Kelsy’s – she lunges at food and her face is full of excitement at the challenge of stealing food, her little mind working ninety to nothing trying to figure out the best way to dodge in for a nibble. I’m enjoying her puppyhood but can’t wait to see what kind of lady she will grow into.
Kelsy was a very easy-going Sheltie who liked to do things her own way, in her own time. She drank water from the opposite end of the bowl and only if the water was clean, preferably with ice. She brought her food in small mouthfuls into the living room to eat while we watched TV and liked to roll grapes around in her mouth and on the floor before eating them. Kelsy was an excellent co-pilot on our many trips from Louisiana, Florida, Texas, Tennessee and back again. She was a regal, well-traveled girl. Her arch enemies probably still continue to be thunder, lightning and garbage trucks. A week after she died I received a package from the vet school that took care of her in her final days – a locket of hair and a plaster imprint of her paw. It will be Kelsy’s sixth birthday on October 14. Sleep well my sweet girl and visit us often in our dreams. Go well and make friends on the Rainbow Bridge – play like I haven’t seen you play in years with your tail wagging high and the sparkle in your eyes. Get all the scratches and hugs from my grandpas and know we love you well. Kimberly Gill |
Kelsy
was a feisty pup who would run mad circles on the living room floor then crash
from exhaustion. She attacked pine cones like they were vicious enemies. It took
a long time to get her to sleep in the bed with me at night – she’d run around
the bed and finally rest on top of the pillows above my head. I’d think she’d
finally calmed down but when I woke in the morning, would find little chew holes
in the corners of the pillowcases.
Many
people say dogs and pets are just like their owners. Kelsy and I shared many
traits – most notably we were both fiercely independent yet incredibly
affectionate. She let out a long sigh just before she fell asleep at night, just
like me. She’d flop herself like a fish to move up to the pillow so she could
place her head on my shoulder and snuggle up for bed.
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Arwen Evening Star July 8, 1993 - December 2, 2002
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My beloved mahogany sable was pure joy! She came to us at three years of age after giving birth to 5 puppies. After one week in residence she saved my aging Sheltie's life. She alerted me that she was stuck behind the washing machine with the hose wrapped around her neck! Oh, Erie Girl, I miss you so much. You are my guardian angel! Thank you for six wonderful years. Rest well, Beautiful. Gretchen Knowles |
"Shed no tears of sorrow |
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CH. Benayr It Takes Two |
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"Molly" August, 1990 - January 2003 ~ ~ ~ Beyond
the bridge
where angels dwell, "Beyond the Bridge
Where Angels Dwell" |
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We lost our Molly, our
beautiful and special sheltie girl, a week ago. The first 3 years of her
life were not good ones as
Love always, Kevin (Dad) and Donna (Mom) |
she was kept in a cage in somebody's
basement, but we hope and pray that the 9 happy years she spent with us
made up for it. Molly love, we miss you so much. You were the light of
my life, my beautiful girl, my friend. I miss kissing your soft little
face, the way you would roll over onto your side and give me your paw
when I asked "Where's my girl?" the way you loved to eat hot spicy foods
like chili and chicken wings, the kisses you gave when I asked, "Where's
mom's baby?" You spoke in your own unique way when you wanted something
and you never barked like the other dogs when you wanted to come inside,
but knocked on the storm door. You were beautiful and unique, and I
learned so much from you about love, about joy, and about the pain of
letting you go. You were so very special to us and I thank God for every
day we had with you. I know the last year of your life you must have
been in pain but you never let on, when you went blind from high blood
pressure we realized you were ill, and then your organs started to fail til in the end renal failure took you from us. I hope you knew how much
we loved you, how much we still love you, and although we will get
another sheltie in time, no other will ever replace you. I know we'll
meet again one day. Until then my sweet baby, may angels watch over you.
Rest in peace.
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"Tawny"
I barbecued a steak for Tawny's final meal and shared it with her as a type of communion between us (a drastic change from the low protein diet she had been on). I then took Tawny out to her favorite spot at the lake for a short walk and as always, she waded aimlessly around in the water until quenching her thirst. We then basked in the warm sunlight for almost half an hour and as I gazed at her - through reddened eyes - I felt I was seeing shades of the puppy we brought home all those years ago. Tawny has been a wonderful companion for almost 14 years and has taught me more about unconditional love and acceptance than any book could ever hope to. As she continues her own journey, I have no doubt she will find someone in the great beyond to throw her ball for her until I arrive to resume our game. We are having Tawny cremated and will keep her urn close to the family, where she always wanted to be. In loving memory, |
We had to say goodbye to my
sheltie, Tawny, today. She was diagnosed with failing kidneys last
October but hormones had given her a reprieve until the symptoms
dramatically reappeared two weeks ago. I tried to convince myself this
was just a temporary relapse but finally had to accept that my old
friend was not going to be around much longer. She had always been there
to comfort my children when they fell down and now she needed us to ease
her own suffering.