Although I am not the author of this loving tribute to animals, I made this graphic, therefore please do not take it without my permission. Also the picture of the golden is beautiful work done by a very talented lady. Please visit the paintings and art work done by Ann. You may visit her here Ann's Art. Or you may just click on the picture of the golden to get there. Please do not take the picture of the golden retriever from my site, I have gotten permission to use it.

These are some pictures and stories sent to me by loving and caring people. It takes special people to truly appreciated the beauty of animals. They are loyal and give unconditional love. They expect us to make the right decisions for them and take care of them right to the end. All they ever ask for in return is our love.

Please click on Callies picture above to go to Frankies site and read the love that Frankie had so very much of for Callie. Callie may be gone in body, but she will always remain in Frankies heart!

I had a Belgium Malinois, Lily, that I had to put down 2 1/2 yrs ago because of her being paralyzed in the hind end. She was 15 and the best of the best. Tried to hang on to her, but this one day, she just couldn't get up any more. Was about 4am and I carried her to the living room, as she always slept in my bedroom, and she just lay there until I could call the vet. Her eyes told me that she was very tired and that it was time. No crying, and she didn't seem to be in pain, but just the look on her face told me. Very hard to say goodbye, but that is just what I had to do.

Took her to the vet and held her tight until it was all over. I did have her cremated and she will be with me forever and I even told my sons that she is to be buried with me. My best friend and I do know that she is in a happier place now. The strange thing about this was that the next day, as I was getting into my car, this strange dog came up to me, very playful, and just looked at me, then ran away. I took it as Lily was telling me that she could run and play and wasn't in pain anymore. Anyway, that is the way I looked at it.

This was the card that was with Clyde. Boy!!!!! Do I remember all the good times we had.

Clyde is 7yrs old, 180 lbs and such a Teddy Bear, but his hind end is going already. He and Lily were good friends and I used to walk them together. What a sight! The following saying is what I got when I put Lily down and it really touched my heart.

Update on Clyde Monday Feb 15: Sadly Clyde has left his bestfriends behind and has crossed over to The Rainbow Bridge today. Clyde will be dearly missed by Judy and her loved ones. But now he is running and playing with Lily who I am sure was there to greet him!

If you would like to learn more about Clyde, Judy has made a page for him here. Go and learn all about Judy's best friend and pal here Clydes Page

Here is a picture of one of my cats that I also had to put down, as she got feline lukemia. Tried to keep her as long as possible, but to no avail. She was also an abandoned animal that someone put in the back of my son's truck one night. When she got here, she couldn't breathe and looked really terrible. She DID have a collar on, but apparently someone dumped her.

Took her to the vet at 11:30pm, and he kept her overnight to administer meds to clear her up. Then she got spayed. We named her Muffin and what a doll she was. She stayed in the house, cause where I live, on a really bad hill, was afraid she would get hit by a car. Had her for about 6yrs and had to put her down in Feb., of 1995. She is out in my back yard, as I really do have what you would call a pet cemetery. Have at least 15 cats and 3 dogs out there. Two were cremated, which was Lily and Chico, who was a Basenji. He was given to me when my elderly neighbor passed away.

She made her place in my bay window. Loved watching everything go by.

It is with a very heavy heart and tear filled eyes that I am writing this. Alex is no longer of this world. Last week Dr. Knopp recommended that she have another blood test to see how her kidneys were doing. He told me that some of the vital signs were elevated. She wouldn't eat anything Tuesday night and so I decided Wednesday morning to make sure that she had something in her stomach and made her some oatmeal. She did eat it under some protestations but she did keep it down and seemed to improve a little. At her Wednesday appointment he then recommended that we start he injections three times a week but when I talked with him Wednesday he said we had better do them daily. He told me then that time was getting short. I brought her home Wednesday afternoon and she was doing fine. She was drinking water OK and she even ate some chicken and her whole patty last night. About 3 this morning I heard her give her help me cry. The only other time that she has used this was when she wanted down off of the couch and had to go out and wanted to come back to the computer room with me, but was afraid to jump down. So I knew something was wrong. I put her out to let her go and held her up but nothing. I took her to her water dish and she wouldn't drink either. So I put her back on her pillow. I heard her again about half hour later and we went through the same routine. She did this several times during the night and she had fallen of the pillow and couldn't get back on. I put her back on and she rolled off onto her back and made no attempt to right her self. So I put her crosswise and she finally fell asleep for about an hour. About 8:30 I got up and put her out again and gave her some water she did drink. I fixed her some oatmeal at noon and she ate it with little protest I just made is runny enough so that it would go down easier. About 45 minutes later she spit up half of it. So I gave she some water to rinse out her throat. She drank. At about 1:45 she started to do some twitching and I went over to comfort her several time. Just as I was sitting down again she got half way up to change positions and went into what I can best call a grand mal seizure. This last about 10 minutes and all I could do was hold her. She went stiff and started shaking uncontrollably. I called the vet to bring her in early as she had a 2:15 appointment anyway. During the ride to the vets she had several more less severe seizures. They took her straight back and Dr. Knopp gave me the word that I had been expecting. He said that the poisons from her bad kidney had finally gotten to the brain and that this was the end. So we talked and sort of recalled her long history for a while and then I signed the paper to end it. I must say that the last couple of years with her has been great. I knew that the end was very near and was debating how soon. I sort knew that this morning was going to be the last but I just couldn't make that decision. Thank God that she didn't leave it up to me. She in her own way showed her last bit of love by making it for me herself. I think she sensed that I was having a hard time coming to that decision all morning. It is so hard to let go of a loved one that has been your constant companion for over 16 years. I was thinking this morning just how much she has shaped my life. How I changed my afterwork shopping habits and rushed to get home to her so that she wouldn't have to hold on any longer then before going out. When her appetite got finicky how I tried everything to keep her fed and happy. It is really hard to fathom how I had shaped my lifestyle to make sure that she was as comfortable. How she endured with such stoic attitude with all of her allergy shots. On Saturday mornings for over five years I would take her to the vet and just wave to them inside and walk her up and down then the vet would come out and give her the shot and we would be on her way, she offered absolutely no protest just stood there. Such a brave soul. It is difficult to start the clean up, of washing her pillow, pillow case, rubber sheet, towel, and putting away her water dish. I still have a kitchen table full of the thing that kept her healthy and going. This has taken some time to write as I keep breaking down. So I had better find something else to keep me very busy for a while. The weather has been shedding tears here for the past couple of days also.

Ned, I am so sorry for your loss my friend, but I am sure that Alex and her brother are running and playing just waiting for the day to be reunited with you.

Bailey howls whenever he loses sight of his people (and it is NOT a pretty sound, sort of like stripping gears). The other night, when the family was in the basement watching TV, he was somehow left upstairs and realized he was all alone and------ you guessed it------- he started howling. The minute Dundee heard him from the basement, she ran upstairs, stopped his howling and brought him downstairs with her to be with everyone else. (Cattle Dogs are so intelligent). He was so relieved!!!!!

Diamond is the bosten terrier. She is 3 years old and the joy in my life. She sleeps in the bed pressed against me. She eats Dusty's skeeres out of his toys.
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