My sweet, sweet "Sara". The little orphaned abused dog that nobody wanted but me. She was fiercely independent and sometimes a loner but we bonded. In her last few months she consumed most of my time and I thank God for every minute He gave me with her. I will miss her rubbing up against me to pet her and if I would stop she would take her paw and pull my hand back. But most of all I will miss her raising her head to meet my kiss every time I had to leave her. Thank you Dr. Simmons for everything you did for "Sara". You made a courageous effort to make her last few months with me better and it worked. I knew we were buying one day at a time but I'm selfish, I wanted more. I know that we talked about doing what we had to do and go on but I just can't get past that first step. I know I will. Maybe you can share with me how. She is truly at peace now. No more pokes and jabs and all that medicine. We have you to thank for the quality life you gave her and the gentleness with which her life ended. Both "Sara" and "Josh" left this earth knowing that with the last breath they drew their fate was always safest in our hands.
"Sara" died yesterday (Aug 14,1999) and "Josh" a year ago (Jan 6, 1998). They were both thirteen. I went for a walk in the park where they loved to be. The world felt different, changed. There were two less sweet souls now. There were missing pieces of the puzzle. People I passed were unaware. They looked so normal. They didn't know the world was different. I felt so small and alone in knowing. Everyone has a dog die at some point but somehow it feels like no one has ever...or will ever...feel like I do today. It feels as if I have an aura and if that aura is radiating shades of blue there's a red lightning bolt running through the light blue part...clear to the center of my being. I love you Josh and Sara and bless you. I have sent you both somewhat reluctantly to your new adventure. Hoping it is filled with parks, big lakes, chew bones and all the treats you can eat and strong legs without arthritis to run in your parks. My heart is broken but I know you are finally together again and I draw comfort knowing that you are both in dog heaven.
Carolyn Sansky
"Bob" Dresher July 19, 1989 - July 15, 1999. Bob's life can best be described by Emily Dickinson when she wrote; "If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain, If I can ease one life the aching, or cool one pain...I shall not live in vain". Bob only broke a heart or caused pain when she died.
This picture of "Ziggy" (Sept 18, 1985 - Sept 30, 1999) and "Lacy" (Mar 23, 1985 - Mar 31, 1998) was taken in Orlando at the koi pond screen room. "Ziggy" was very fond of the koi and often ran around the edge of the pool (even falling in a few times in his excitement). The fish would jump out of the water and race with him in the pool--they were great friends. So in this photo "Ziggy" is sitting on one of the bridges over the koi pond looking down at them. We miss them both! Lucy Gregory
"Bandit" Goff October 1983 - November 1999.
From a pup born in Texas in 1983 to senior canine in Florida, I watched you grow up and you became my best friend and companion. You were always there for comfort and support. Your enthusiastic welcome home greeting was eagerly anticipated, and our walks together were relaxing and stimulating. We made friends, 2-legged and 4-legged, and enjoyed the great outdoors. We grew old together and I finally had to let you go, but you showed great courage and determination up to the end. I will cherish the memories of your 16 years devotion forever.
Love, Carol
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