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Suzie Q My little Beagle Baby

Suziesmom — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:20:39 GMT

I would like to tell everyone who will listen about my little dog who passed away on Sept 26th 2009. I got Suzie as a Christmas present in 1993. I has lost the previous family dog Trixie back in October of the same year. It was love at first sight. After she was placed in my arms she put her head on my chest and then looked up and licked my face as of to say "hello my new mommy". Suzie was a joy to the whole family. The was she played and loved everyone. One day when she was 2 months she took a seizure. It scared the living daylights out of me. I rushed her to the vets to find out she had epilepsy. This required medicine every day and careful watching. It was suggested I take her back and get another dog. That was like taking a sick baby back to the hospital and saying you don't want it. Absolutely not! I was told she probably only live a few years 5 maybe 6. Because dogs with epilepsy do not live as long as dogs without the disease. I didn't listen and considered myself luck that I got Suzie instead of someone buying a dog for hunting purposes. Foe sure she would have been put down as she was an imperfect hunting dog. No matter, she grew and when she was not having seizures, she was a typical beagle. Beagles talk to you. They have certain motions and gestures they do as well as these little snorting noises they make when they either disagree with you or don't want to come in from the yard just yet. Then when you call they look at you, give a snort and turn the head the other way while sitting on the slope in the yard ears flapping in the wind. Suzie was a big part of the family. She attended the grandchildren's birthday parties. She was there for all the holidays. She would greet visitors and then walk them to the door when they were ready to leave. Suzie was a little person. She would have been 16 years old this November. So much for 5 or 6 years tops. The treatment for the seizures took it's toll. she was on potassium bromide for a long time. That stuff is very hard on the kidneys which I did not know. I was giving her fluids under the skin to control the kidney failure. Towards the end she got to the point where she was not eating well. I used to cook all different kinds of foods that I knew she like, but it was no good. It was not because she was fussy, it was because everything she ate made her sick and she threw up. It got to the point where she could not even drink water she would get sick. Then look at me as though to say please do something, help me. As I said beagles do talk to you. so I decided I could not watch her lose more weight, be sick all the time, unable to eat. She always enjoyed her food. I knew it was time to let her go. On our last night together I talked to her and told her all about my other pets that I had had. I told her she was the best and I think I was the one closest to her. I also told her tomorrow she would go see Tommy who was my son who passed away in 2001. She seemed to understand. And when the time came it was very hard for me to do but I think she went in peace. Just laid down and went to sleep. Now I am so alone without her. I miss her terribly, just like I miss my son. Every day I think of him and now her and every day I cry for both of them. I can't bring myself to get another dog even though my husband want one. It would be like replacing my son. I say this now, but I trust Saint Francis because he is the one I prayed to for Suzie. If another dog is supposed to come into my life it will happen. But I will not look for another dog. I loved Suzie more than any of my other pets, but all the love in the world could not save her. I am thankful for the 15 pus years I had with her and I will always remember my beagle Baby.

Five years pass, and I still hurt

animallover36 — Thur, 05 Nov 2009 03:50:01 GMT

I am convinced that time does not necessarily heal all wounds. Five years have passed since I lost my beloved cat Dookie, and I still cry on the anniversary of her passing. I miss you, my sweet girl. You were so special to me; you still are. Happy fifth birthday in Heaven. Last night I drank a toast to your memory. I'm gonna get yer tail! Lots of kisses!

Love, Mommy

My best friend, my baby, my world

lonely — Thur, 10 Sep 2009 16:26:22 GMT

I feel kind of weird; writing on a message board about this. But I had to put my baby down 2 days ago. He was a 16 year old German Shephard/Chow mix. I am not able to have children of my own, so he was my child, my baby, my security, my best friend. I don't want to do anything now, don't even want to go home to a house without him. All I want to do is hug him and cry. I am having him cremated and he will be put with me when I pass. I was with him when he was put to sleep, the hardest thing was leaving him there alone. My poor baby has never been alone. Even when I am at work; my parents are with him. He has never even spent a night sleeping outside of the house. I truly feel like my heart is broke.

The Light of My Heart

bonnit — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 20:24:42 GMT

Rowinas Gift

the light of my heart,

Empress Rowina Flabina Wilhelmina Honey Roe

given royal status by a little girl who finally stopped crying

the day she met you and threw her sad arms

around your strong furry neck and you

kissed her on the nose and cheek

and she smiled

you literally fell out of the sky into my arms

laughing eyes and pinkest tongue

you knew I was yours before we ever met

I knew I was yours the moment you looked at me

one serious moment frozen in time

when you said, remember me? and my soul answered

with yes and forever

north to Denver, we lasted one night sleeping on a strange floor

you positioned yourself between the door and me

and growled when you heard footsteps in the middle of the night

we left hours before dawn, and you stood guard

on the deserted windy highway

as I cried at the dark phone booth with nowhere to go

across the Mohave Desert in the brown Toyota truck

to California and the Pacific Ocean

you stood looking out to sea and smelled the deep ocean breeze

solemn and knowing we walked the beach with beloved Bear Dog

he stood and barked at the ocean then leapt around us

wiggling and bounding

still nowhere to go

back to the desert the mesas canyonlands volcanoes

you and baby Bear Dog disappeared but you found your way back

days later appearing in the back of the truck at three in the morning

forlorn and hanging your head whenever you hear Bear Dogs name

hes waiting for you now, and is wiggling and leaping and acting silly

through the violence and more violence

always you were there to find me and to tell me

it will be okay

and it was okay when I buried my face in your fur

and your pink tongue kissed my nose and my cheek

Christmas snows in the Sandias,

spring and summer nights and mornings in mountain ranges across new mexico,

moonrises and sunsets at the Gulf of Mexico

and hours and hours at Cochiti Lake

watching herons and looking for deer

youve swum in the Pacific ocean, chased seagulls at the Gulf of Mexico

survived a fall off a cliff on Mount Taylor

kept a rattlesnake at bay while I darted past it up a dark staircase

to escape the horrible secret basement,

you kept me warm on winter nights

and kept my heart safe both day and night

for thousands of days and thousands of nights

They wait for you now, and Ive seen you run with them in your dreams

The way you throw your head and smile

The way you raise your front paws and yip with joy

Bear Dog, Lilly, Shiloh, Thunder, and all the others

So close I can almost see them myself

no more gunshots or starvation

the day you found me

now, the day I let you go

the end of pain and suffering and fear

now

fields of soft grass and giant shade trees overhanging

gentle clear creeks running down from far-away mountains

a body that can run and jump and play

eyes that can see and lungs that take in air easily

my dearest and most beloved companion

you know I love you more than mere words can convey

and that for you I say goodbye today

never goodbye to you my dearest friend

but goodbye only to your suffering

in the blink of an eye we will meet again

not a day will go by that I will not miss you

and not a night will pass without my heart skipping a beat

when I think of you

oh Rowina, Honey Roe

my Baby Roe Bean

run in the tall grass and lay in the sun

this time of suffering is over

and the time of new life has begun

run and play, my Baby Roe Bean, run and play.

Evo Jones

teresah — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 01:54:10 GMT

One cold winter's day in January of 1998, a black and white Tuxedo cat wandered into my best friend's home. She already had three cats of her own so somehow he knew he would be welcome there. I didn't have any cats but loved hers as my own so she gave me the one we called Evo. As time went on Evo became my constant companion. In 2004 my best friend was diagnosed with cancer and passed away in November of that year at the young age of 49. In May of 2006 Evo was diagnosed with congestive heart failure but lived a happy life and another 14 months until he left me on Aug. 2, 2007. When Evo arrived at the Pearly Gates I'm sure St. Peter had to hold open the door and ask him, "In or Out??" To which Evo replied, "Do you all have any pork chops???" But seriously our pets is God's way of showing us His unconditional love. They love us at our worst and our best. Best of all I learned unconditional love first hand and I learned that love isn't love until you give it away. Since then I have acquired two more cats in my family and in honor of my best friend and in honor of Evo they all will have their last name as Jones..........evolove.........

Our beloved Peppermint

isabelle — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 02:40:29 GMT

We lost our sweet pig on July 7, 2009. He was a chubby, adorable companion that was so much fun to play with. His fur was soft and when he would crawl up our jacket sleeves he would tickle us so bad! It was fun to laugh and enjoy him. We miss his little noises that he made, when he heard us come home he would call us with his Bweep! Bweep Bweep! sounds. When we would hold him he would purr and coo. It was such a shock to loose him and we are so heartbroken. Thank you God for the time that we had with him. Please take care of him until we can see him again. Thank you Gary Kurz for your book. We went to the Library to check it out and so far it really has helped us with this sudden loss and gives us hope for the day that we will see him again.

The Soto Family - Carlos, Christine, Isabelle and Carlos Jr.

Memory of Sam

tammypell — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 21:53:18 GMT

My little Sam was born on April 09, 2006. Our family adopted he and his brother Louie from the same litter of puppies. Sam was the only black one, later to turn brindle colored. His brother and two sisters were all black and white Shih Tzus. I picked out Sam and my daughter Mollie picked out Louie.

We brought them into our home on June 02, 2006. We were so excited and joyful with these two pups. They soon became "our boys" is how we always referred to them or our babies. At seven months old from blood work at the vet's office I found out the night before Thanksgiving Sam had a kidney problem. His BUN counts were high. He was born w/ abnormal kidneys. He was put on meds and a special KF food. He was less active than Louie and drank a lot more water. Later the meds worked well and the food. Sam lived a happy and fulfilled life with us until May of this year, 2009. I noticed he wasn't wanting to go on walks and was sleeping more. When he started making a gagging noise and throwing up white, foamy vomit, I feared the worse. I took him back to the vet and his BUN count had gone way up. The vet said he had maybe a couple of weeks or longer. Nobody knows for sure how long. But by the next Wedn., a week later he got worse. And we had to take him back on Thursday morning. He was in pain and we had to make a devastating decision. He went to sleep in my arms. We bought him back home with us.

My heart is so broken and it and my throat aches thinking about Sam. He was the best, sweet-spirited, soul-mate, friend, and canine son. He was my three year old baby who had to leave his family way too soon. He loved us and we loved him so much and I can barely think about him without crying and feeling so sad. I have put pictures and a memory post on my blog.www.sheeptoewesocks.blogspot.com. I still have his brother Louie and he is grieving also. We are trying to help each other through this. I would feel better knowing if I'll be reunited w/ Sam one day. I told him to find my papa and mama in heaven and they will take care of him. They loved dogs too. And they would certainly have loved this one! A friend has give me a copy of Cold Noses At The Pearly Gates and I'm slowly reading it. I need to know I'll see Sam again. I have lost another family member, not just an dog as some people say. I don't take separation well either. I dreamed about him six days after he died and I was comforted with that, like God had allowed me to visit him. I hope to get to visit again with my little precious Sam. I have never had a "pet" I have loved as much as this one. My heart is breaking.....

Dakota

Vickie — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 17:26:15 GMT

I lost my best friend, Dakota, Sunday. She had been very sick for a long while and was going downhill. The vet said it was liver/kidney problems and that she was an old dog. Dakota was 15+ years. I got her along with another dog, Rusty, 13 years ago. I lost Rusty 5 1/2 years ago to a tumor. Dakota and I helped each other through that time. I have not gotten 'over' Rusty and now I have lost Dakota. I don't believe I will ever get over losing my two best friends. Not this side of Heaven.

I had to go to the vet Sunday and let Dakota go. I could not even bring her home - she was too sick. I had a little time with her to tell her how much I love her and will always love her but I was going to let her go. When I looked into her beautiful golden brown eyes I could tell that she wanted me to let her go so she could let go of me. As I had always promised, I did bring her home to her final resting place next to Rusty.

But this is the amazing part... on the way home from the vet I was so stunned and heartbroken I could not even think. That was when I saw them... Rusty and Dakota. The scene was so beautiful words cannot describe it. Rusty came running towards me and I realized it was not me, it was Dakota. Dakota seemed a little confused until she saw Rusty and then she exploded into happiness. They were both so beautiful! Coats shiny and glistening and both of them so happy and healthy. And then I felt this assurance from God - One day I will be with them in this unbelievably beautiful place and there will be no more pain, hurt or separation. God gave me several scriptures that reinforced what I truly believe - we will be together once again.

God, grant me the healing I need now until that time.

Thank you, Gary, for your book. I BELIEVE.

I love you Rusty & Dakota!

Flojo

pricla — Thur, 21 May 2009 16:50:06 GMT

I had to put my precious dog Flojo to sleep because he was having too many epileptic seizures and he was already taking 2 meds for that. He had also been diagnosed with cancer back in August 08, and had arthritis. The vet also said that Flojo probably had canine dementia (he was 13.5 years old), and if we couldn't control the seizures it was best to put him down. I've read the "Cold Noses..." book and I feel a lot better about his eternal fate. I know Flojo is in Heaven now with his Creator, Almighty God. I still feel guilty about having put him to sleep though, I had prayed to God that He would take him so I wouldn't have to do that. It just hurts that I had to do that to him, and I miss him. Coming home after work is not the same without him. I know God is with me at all times, but I still miss my big red-and-white furball.

Best Friends not forgotten

RBucklin — Sat, 09 May 2009 21:54:18 GMT

I was 6yrs old when I purchased my mom her chicapoo and she lived a very long life up to 25yrs and then 16yrs when i gave her a poodle-She lived to be 18yrs With lots of love and kindness our pets become our Best Friends. I dedicate this to moms everywhere. I miss my mom and her friends for they are not forgotten. Buried in an animal cemetary near Cape Cod, Ma

Two Years

Harleighgirl — Thur, 09 Apr 2009 21:58:08 GMT

It's been two years since I had to make the decision to put my beautiful Harleigh to sleep. So mcuh has changed. I adopted not only one but two more beauties, Bambi and Thumpurr. They were both abandoned and in need of a home. Even though they needed a home they helped me. They helped heal my heart. I'm grateful that I was able honor Harleighs life by adopting these two wonderful little girls. They will never replace her.

still missing Chewy

denise — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 21:19:12 GMT

It's been 9 months since Chewy's gone. I still miss her so much. I get by okay...sometimes I cry for her, and I still think about her every single day. But today was so different. I woke up with the pain so fresh that it felt like it was yesterday that I lost her. I haven't said a word to anyone about how I feel. I just know that if I did, they would not understand why I grieve so over a dog. I wonder if the day will ever come when I can think of her without feeling so horrible...without feeling guilty...without missing her so much that I just have to push those thoughts out of my head.

testing webboard

mangolinda — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 17:52:31 GMT

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to KSP

Holly — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 14:59:44 GMT

I hope your grief gets a little easier as time goes on

Love

Holly

Hang in there...

SnowysMama — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 14:27:48 GMT

I haven't been on this site in some time, but I just wanted to say a few words. I lost my Snowy September 2, 2008, she was right around 15 1/2 years old. I know the pain you are all feeling, it hurts. Really really hurts, right down to your toes. In your heart. In the gut. The pain does get better, really it does. It takes time of course, but just hang in there. I know, everybody tells you that, I know, I've been there, but it's true. You will see pictures of that special pet and cry, or you might get angry, your heart literally aches, so much that you think you can't stand it. My pain is getting better, but boy do I have those days. Those days where you just have to cry. I look at my scrapbook that I did of Snowy, and sometimes I just have to shut it it hurts so bad, I want her back with me, I miss holding her, I miss the smell of her. But, like you, I am hanging in there. You have to. You have to go on. but never ever forget her/him. That pet will always have a special place in all your hearts. Godspeed.
SnowysMama (To Snowy ~ Mama loves you...Always and Forever.)