Lord Jameson of Rockmoor

"Jamie" a.k.a. "Wormie"

Jamie, Wormie, Lord Jameson of Rockmoor, I miss you more than anything!! I can't believe you had to leave me at 8 years! We should have had four more years together. Life just isn't the same iwthout you.

Rest in peace, my Soul Mate-
Mandy 

Jamie was a color headed white Sheltie. I lost him at 8 years old to cancer. He was the sweetest dog in the world, and could sing like a bird. He was also my best friend. This page is a tribute to the dog I loved so very much. He will live on in my heart and soul forever. I miss you every day, Jameson Wilson Worm.

Jamie was born in an Amish puppy mill in PA. I bought him at a pet store in Pt. Pleasant, NJ. He was the cutest little Sheltie pup I'd ever seen. He had a beautiful light sable head with a zig zag lightening blaze! And his body was mostly white! He had 3 sable patches; on one side a perfect circle, on the other a perfect heart and a small patch where his tail began. I always teased him about wearing his heart on his side! But Jamie really wore his heart in his eyes. They were the most beautiful golden brown color. And he would look at me as if he could see deep into my soul. He knew when I was sad even before I did! He would put his head on my knee and just stare into my eyes. There has never been a more loving friend to any human!

When I brought him home at 8 weeks old, he was  very afraid of people. It took him a long time to really trust me. I guess his baby puppy time was spent in a place where trust wasn't an option. He became such a wild man that he broke his leg at about 4 month old, and had to be put into a cast! Even that didn't slow him down! He looked like a poster child for a third world country in his purple cast! And he ran around on it so much, he had to have it redone twice before the 6 weeks were up!

After that Jamie was never sick a day in his life. He went with me everywhere, and was always a gentleman. He never started a fight, and ignored dogs that wanted to start one. The only time he complained was when we stopped walking. He would give me a few minutes, then he would start to whine and moan. He could sing like bird! He would even sing on command when I wanted to him to show off! He was a wonderful friend, always listened to me even when I'd ramble on for hours. Poor fella!

Jamie had started to get kind of tubby about a year ago, and he didn't seem to me to eat enough to be so tubby, so I took him to the vet for a thyroid test. It was negative. So I didn't worry about him, I just assumed that he was getting on in years and slowing down and getting chubby. But he also didn't have the energy he used to have. He was very quiet and spent a lot of time sleeping under the deck in the cool darkness. One day I took him to the beach to walk, and he wouldn't even get out of the car!

That was really my first sign that something really bad was wrong. Dogs put up with so much discomfort and pain, sometimes you don't even know they are sick! So, I called the vet from my cell phone and we drove right there from the beach. The vet drew some blood, and told me it could be one of two things, a kidney infection or cancer.

My heart fell to my feet.

So we went home with antibiotics hoping it was a kidney infection. He seemed to be getting better for about 3 days, then all of a sudden got much worse. His gums were white and he couldn't even stand up! We rushed him to an emergency vet who drew some blood from his tummy with a syringe and said he had cancer. He said the white gums were a  tell-tale sign of this kind of cancer. He had hemangiosarcoma. He was bleeding out into his tummy from the a tumor made up of blood vessels. That vet wanted to put him down right there, but I just couldn't make the decision that fast, and I needed a second opinion so we took him to our vet, and they did an ultrasound. It was cancer. I just couldn't believe it!! He had always been so healthy and strong, now he was dying! What the doctor said was that he wasn't in pain, but he would only get worse. He might scab over for a while and get some relief from the bleeding out, but eventually it would bleed again and he might just die right there from the extreme drop in blood pressure.

This kind of cancer is very aggressive he said, and he would only have a short time. So my vet said I should take him home, and just make his last days as wonderful as possible, and put him down when I knew he was suffering; or if I wanted to, of course, I could do it now.

Of  course, I took him home. I think I cried the whole way!! I begged God to give me at least another week, just another week to say goodbye. Looking back, I wish I had asked for another 4 years!!

I cooked for him and fed him tiny bits of roast beef I made for him, and bought any kind of canned food I thought he'd like.  He did get better for a few days and he even ran and played with the other shelties again. I started to hope that the vets were all wrong and he was going to be just fine.

Ten days after we found out what was wrong he started to bleed out again. I could tell. His gums were all white again, he couldn't walk straight, and he couldn't hold his bowels. He was so embarrassed! If there was any thing Jamie had, he had dignity. He looked so miserable, I knew it was time. He just lay on his favorite rug, looking at me as if to say "Mom, can't you do something? I don't feel good, Mom."

If only I could have fixed him, I'd have given him every organ in my body if it could save him, but there isn't a cure for this type of cancer. Even chemo doesn't prolong it much. So the next morning I took him to the vet and held him in my arms, kissing tears all over his face, as the doctor took away all the fear and pain. His pain, anyway; mine was just beginning.

We brought him home, wrapped his sweet body in a beautiful cotton blanket and buried him under a big pine in our front yard, right next to Mirky, our first sheltie who died earlier that summer of old age. Each of our little graves has an engraved river stone, and Jamie's says "Jameson Wilson Worm, my Heart and Soul". I stop there and say hello very often. I still miss him every day. I really can't believe he is gone. I love you so much my Wormie!!

Rockmoor's Echo of Jameson

"Sammie" a.k.a. "Schmoo" 

Sammie, Schmoo, "Rockmoor's Echo of Jameson", you came to me as a tiny baby with little wings on your back. You were sent to help me heal from the horrible pain of losing Jamie so soon. But I knew when I held you that you weren't going to be here long, although I don't know how I knew...

You were so sick in that body of yours, your soul needed to be free of it. I couldn't watch you suffer any more, so I set you free. At least I hope that's what I did... We never really know, do we?

I hope you are now running without pain, playing in the leaves and being able to keep up with all the other doggies that are where you are. Wait for me Schmoo... I'll be looking for you when I  get there, my beautiful Sammie!!

Mandy

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