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Chelsea Rose

You trailed behind your littermates as they romped in the grass
after their mother, Rose,
full white collars glistening in the San Diego sun.
They seemed not to have a care in the world,
except for how cool the morning dew felt on their fuzzy paws.
But you were... you were thoughtful... there was more to you...
you seemed to deliberate over every step you took
as if there were important decisions to be made
regarding the interaction between you, your mama, your littermates,
and those of us who stood on and watched.
You were so aware of our presence as you repeatedly looked up at us
with those innocent, girly eyes... all six inches of you!
You were the runt of a sable dam and a black sire.
No full white collar, not a bright sable coat, but one that was
ruddy and blackened...
no white tipped tail, but the sweetest eyes I had ever seen.
We had come to choose a puppy that day.

I went straight to you, as you hesitated to keep up with the others.
I gently picked you up in my arms.
Within seconds, as I held your heart against my chest,
your little head rested
into the curve of my neck,
...and you wouldn't move it for the world.
As if to say, "this is it... this is the joy I've been waiting for...
and I will stay...
right here"
and you made me smile.

The meaning of a rose, a pink rose (always my favorite) was Perfect Happiness.
I named you Chelsea Rose on the way home
as three squealing boys smothered you with love.

There were many more times throughout your short nine-year life, Chelsea Rose,
in which I would gently pick you up,
and hold your heart against my chest,
and you would immediately
lay your head over my shoulder
into the curve of my neck,
and rest it there,
and you wouldn't move it for the world,
as if to say, "You are MY world,"
and you were mine, my little girl.

Once I gave a shower, a tea, for my friend who was having a baby girl.
As she sat on the couch with the other guests, you approached her
in your quiet way,
gently crawled up on our sofa couch, sidled up beside her
and lay your sweet head in her lap
and rested it there,
under the curve of her belly,
and you wouldn't move it for the world.
as if to say, "Here is my wish for your baby girl...
a wish for her Perfect Happiness."

When we lost my grandmother,
and I cried in bed at night,
you would scoot the side of your body
as close as you could to mine,
and lay your sweet head close to my heart
and you'd rest it there
and you wouldn't move it for the world,
as if to say, "Your heart will heal. I promise."
...and you made me smile... a smile of perfect happiness.

Several years later, James came home from Critical Care at Children's Hospital.
He had no memory for the day of his concussion.
He had scared his mama half to death!
As you saw him come through the door,
you whimpered with excitement... and relief,
that he was back home with you
and as he went to bed to rest,
you gently crawled into his bed.
you couldn't get close enough
as you lay your sweet head in the crease between his arm and his chest
and rested it there,
and you wouldn't move it for the world,
as you stared at him with those soulful eyes,
as if to say, "Feel well, my little boy,
and never hurt again. That is my wish for you"
...and it made him smile... a smile of perfect happiness.

You brought so much joy to us, Chelsea Rose
with your patient, sweet nature,
and your understanding
and empathy
and the depth at which you felt our feelings.
You were so much more than just a pet.
You were my little girl.
You always seemed to show us...
The meaning of Perfect Happiness.

That's why my heart will never fully heal
after the evening I returned home
and found you lying lifeless
in the back yard
in a cool shady spot
next to a stream
...
beneath a bed of pink roses...
...
with your little head resting peacefully there,
and you couldn't move it for the world,
as if to say,
"Mama, I'm going home now,
to be with my Daddy in heaven...
and the rest of His angels,
and I'll see you there some day,
in the place
of Perfect Happiness."

We'll always love you, Chelsea Rose

 

 

 

"Boomer"

January 6, 1991 - August 16, 2007

Dearest Honey Bunny, After 16 years and 7 months, we bid farewell to your sweetness and soft fur. How we long to pet you and touch your soft fur one more time. The tears are now among us and will fade but your memory and all of the memories we have of you will never fade and are now being cemented in our minds forever. We hope you went with little pain and suffering. We hope your times at the Top Dog Country Club were fun and you met some good friends that perhaps you will meet at the Rainbow Bridge. You have a special place in our hearts and will always be in our thoughts. We will never forget you. Sweet dreams, Honey Bunny.

 

 

 

"King" 1993 - June 14, 2007

Dear King, From the day you came into our lives at age 11, when we adopted you, until the day we had to let you go at age 14, you brought us endless joy, laughter and love.  You must have realized quite quickly how much we loved you, because you settled in right away.  So many of the things you did made us laugh – one of my nicknames for you was “goofball” because you had such a goofy, open-mouthed look when you looked at me…and you would often let out this snort of contentment when you sat down near us… and you had this beautiful way of arcing your tail up when you walked that always brought a smile to my face… My other nicknames for you, “lamb” and “butter,” were just as true.  Why?  Because you were as gentle as a lamb, and soft and sweet like butter.  You weren’t much of a cuddler and you liked your own space, but I knew how much you loved me, because you followed me everywhere, always wanting to be near me…. and when you were ready for some love and attention, you’d gently nuzzle your nose up to me.  I loved taking you on walks, because you were so serene, graceful and gentle as you went, staying close beside me all the way. I guess I just never realized that you were getting old… for so long, you were doing so well, and then the arthritis started to cause you more and more discomfort, the cancer we thought we had caught came back, and your kidneys started to give you trouble…. my last beloved Sheltie, Ben, lived until age 18, and I so hoped that you would be with me for as long…. but it was not to be… And, so, on Thursday, June 14, 2007, your dad, your grandma and I were by your side, stroking you and reminding you how much we loved you, as the medication slowly took you away from us.  Some day we’ll be together again at Rainbow Bridge.  Until then, my dear lamb, you will be forever in my heart… Love Mom, Barbara Palmeri

 

 

 

	Sealoch Nautical View "Chester" March 9, 1993 - July 26, 2007   Forever Remembered Forever Missed

Every day I think of my "little boy." He has been gone now for several months and every day is as empty as the last. He was always there by my side... except when there was food in sight- once a sheltie, always a sheltie. Nevertheless, he always returned. After fourteen and a half years, there are so many great ways to describe his personality - too many to put in words. He was a great friend for me, and my hope is I was as great a friend for him. It was a joy, honor and an absolute thrill to have him in my life and it was such a pleasure to look after his every need. Unfortunately, there was nothing more that could be done and his failing liver gave way to his day of passing on Thursday, July 26, 2007, at 12:35 p.m. Known simply as "Chester the Dog," he graced front pages of newspapers and kindly greeted all who came by, and then quickly made it known that he wanted no one to leave. I never wanted my "little boy" to leave either, but that dark day has come and gone. His body is gone but his memory will always be a part of my life. He will be forever remembered and forever missed. I love you, Chester... Until we meet again... Rest in peace, Little Boy    ~ Danny

 

 

 

~ Hey Mom, From Ali ~

*Yawns* I'm awake... oh I can see!
Look how beautiful it is here and I can hear again, too.
Is that you, Mom?
I can hear you crying, even though they are silent tears.
Oh, look, I can walk...
I don't hurt anymore, Mom...
and hey, I can run again!
Look at all the friendly dogs here, everyone's happy and playing.
So don't be sad, Mom, I'm always going to be with you,
I know you will keep me safe in your heart forever.
I love you, Mom.
What's this on my back?
These are new... oh wow... hey mom... I can FLY!
*Smiles*

Written for my best friend Kristen A. Miller,
and Dedicated to her Sheltie Angel, Ali
Lisa M. Tadic