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Ailea's Acoustic Alchemy February 21, 1997 - July 26, 2006 |
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R2 was placed as a pet in a home in New Hampshire. His new family drove from New Hampshire to North Carolina to pick him up and sight unseen, they were heels over head in love with this puppy. Though the husband was not 100% in favor of adding a dog, R2 quickly became everyone's life and love, husband included.
R2 changed the lives of all who knew him. A happy puppy, he was
R2 was never a conformation champion, never an obedience, or agility, or herding champion, either. What he was, was handsome and happy, and the star that was R2 always shone - and will forever shine - far brighter than any other I have known. Snuffed far too young (aren't they all?), R2 will absolutely be forever missed, but in missing him, his memory burns bright in the minds and hearts of all who knew him. Impossible to forget the antics, the barks, the bounces, or the exuberance he unleashed on his crate, chewy or food dish. Impossible to forget.
For the love of R2 ~ |
From the moment this young man was born into my
hands, he was special. Of course at birth this beautiful
bi-black
boy out of the bitch which ultimately became the foundation of all that is or will
ever be Ailea, was my breeder's dream, with potential for it all - a champion, by damn, a champion!
carried to school, first elementary, then middle, and on up
as the children grew. He joined in on school outings and field trips,
and rarely met a stranger.
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"Pepper" Logan April 18, 1992 - January 13, 2007 |
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We registered her Fayr Wynds Li'l Red Haired Girl aka Peppermint Patty. She was going to be a show dog. Monsignor Daniel Logan (an Irish Catholic priest) bought her January 22, 1993 when she was 9 months old and we had decided she wouldn't make it in the show ring. Had Msgr not come along and promised to love, honor and cherish her... she would have stayed with us the rest of her life. But he did come along and we did let her go to him. She became Pepper Logan. She passed away last night, at almost 15 years old, at the Church rectory. We have kept in constant contact with Msgr Logan, he became a close friend and whenever Pepper needed to go to the Vet, I took her. Last year she suffered a life threatening episode, and a tracheotomy was the only thing that saved her life... I just happened to be the one who had gone to pick her up for a Vet visit due to her difficult breathing and I found her almost comatose. Ever see some who thought they were driving an ambulance??? (like a maniac...getting her to the ER) Turns out she had scar tissue that grew over the vocal cords which was cutting off her airway. After surgery to cut away the scar tissue she could breathe again, and she was a new dog, with a new lease on life. She had not been debarked, this scar tissue was a fluke. Msgr spent $5,000 last year saving her life... his beloved 13 year old companion. Two weeks ago her health started a rapid decline. Tuesday at noon was the last time she had eaten. Msgr warned us, he would not let anybody stick a needle in her arm and kill her, so she was going to have to die on her own... That, she did for him! Her final act of love, because she knew he could not handle her euthanasia. She died peacefully... surrounded by her family on Saturday night... This was so hard on all of us. Rest in Peace Beloved Pepper... Go joyously into spirit and the summerland of youth And when you weary of the green hills and fields of Rainbow
Bridge,
Darla Duffey |
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Soloman Lizmark Pell November 30, 1992 - February 9, 2007
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His name is Soleil. I called him this for two reasons: One, it was close to his pedigree name of Solomon, and secondly and most importantly, because he brought the sun back into my life after some really hard times. He helped me through so many tough times, too many to think about. Right to the end he was so devoted to me, managing to wag his tail and although his poor little body was worn out, and I had to sign the form for him to go to Rainbow Bridge, he was just so brave for me, much braver than I was, although I stayed with him until he went to sleep for the last time.
Be at peace, my little darling Sheltie, til we meet again. The tears are coming again, my sweet Sheltie Angel, I love you forever and you will be in that special place in my heart that you have always been in. Love from the one you guided and helped, Mum Elaine xxx |
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had to have my 14 year-old Sheltie boy, Soleil, put to sleep last Friday
(February 9, 2007), and it was the worst day of my life.
Soleil
was my first dog, my love, my life, my best friend in the whole world, and
will be in my heart forever. I will never forget our special memories
together, not even the day I first got him home when he was sold to me by
someone who could not afford to keep him any longer at just over two years
old. That was the best day of my life, and Friday, February 9, was my worst.
Soleil was born into this world on November 30, 1992, and left on February
9, 2007.
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"Abbey"
I lost my Abbey on March 6, 2007.
I sometimes wonder if I can go on without her. She was only 6 years
and came to me when I most needed a friend. I have been through a
divorce, 2 heart attacks, and the loss of a house I lived in and
loved for 34 years. I could never have survived without her smiles,
tugging with her paw so she could lick away my tears. The only thing
that keeps me going is knowing someday we will meet up again. I am
glad she is no longer in pain but will never believe this
nightmare. God bless you, Abbey, and I will see you again someday
soon. Love, Grandma!!!! |
| "Rita" 1993 - 2006
"Lovely Rita, meter maid,
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My beautiful girl, You've been gone nearly a year and I miss you every day. I still see your fuzzy self in front of the screen door sniffing the air, keeping a vigilant watch, hearing your bark letting us know something or someone was invading your turf. I miss seeing your sweet face in the window, watching for us to come home. You would jump up and do the "Sheltie spin", twirling with excitement and happiness at our arrival, the joy of seeing us in your expression. I still see you sleeping near the open door, sprawled and relaxed, enjoying the cool air from outside. I remember the feel of you in my arms as I held you, burying my face in your fluffy ruff, kissing your snout, getting gentle sweet kisses from you. Holding you soothed me whenever I felt troubled or upset. At night when I couldn't sleep, I would reach down and stroke you as you lay next to my side of the bed. You would wake briefly, acknowledge me and go back to sleep with a contented sigh, enjoying the affection, knowing that you had soothed me. Often, I would go back to sleep, arm dangling over the side of the bed, touching you for the love and reassurance you offered and gave. Knowing you were there, feeling your love and presence, relaxed me and lulled me back to sleep. To this day whenever I fix a carrot for dinner, prepare lettuce and tomatoes for a salad or fix any of your favorite foods, I think of you watching me, waiting for a bite. Whenever your little big brother Jude left his treat uneaten, you would wait until I turned my back before stealing the treat. When you were caught you had the grace to look ashamed, licking your lips as you did so. Ashamed you were, repentant you weren't. Every time we grow string beans, I'll recall picking one fresh off the vine for you then one for me. You were curious and inquisitive, you had to sniff every new thing that came in the house and give it the "Rita sniff of approval". You were shy and gentle, not one to share yourself freely with strangers but sharing yourself totally with us. You were truly the meaning of unconditional love. Your eyes shone bright with it, one look in them and I knew how much you loved us. More than once I would look in those eyes, my own eyes filling with tears, my heart swelling with emotion and love for you. Not long before your unexpected death, I remember looking in your eyes and thinking how I would miss that look when you were gone. I cried and held you and told you how much I love you. I didn't know then that you wouldn't be with us much longer, I just knew that I wanted you to know how much you were loved, then and always. I wanted to memorize that look, the feel of your fur, the sweet expression on your face. You left this life as you lived it: unselfish, giving, loving. Your death was unexpected and sudden. In the end, *you* made the decision sparing us. I only hope you heard me tell you how much I love you and that you felt our loving touch at the end. Thank you for 12 wonderful years, sweet girl. We will never, ever forget you. We love you, always and forever.
'Til we see you at the Bridge my Lovely Rita, the loveliest of all, |
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"Spike" February 27, 1995 - April 2, 2007 Spike was our first family dog. Our boys were just 5 and 7 years old when Spike joined our family. Spike loved his back yard, chasing rabbits, squirrels and birds. He even played basketball with the boys and their friends. He was a great companion to Mom who misses him so much. Spike was 12 years old when he went to the Rainbow Bridge on April 2, 2007, which was also his people-brother Kevin's 17th birthday. Spike, you were the best friend anyone could ever ask for. We love you and miss you but we know you'll be waiting for us.
Rest well our dear friend, you are
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Talomar Major Riley of Burra
"Riley"
July 4, 1992 - February 18, 2005
In Memory of a Wonderful Friend
May he rest in peace and spend his days with his beloved Shelby!
May he have someone to peel the oranges he fetches and drops at
their feet, forever!
We will always miss you!
Cindy, Ken, Alyssa, Travis and Oreo
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