To Bill

[Lori]

The Yorkie rules everyone!  And I do mean everyone!!!

[wmccall]

A yorkie and a blue healer mix!?!?

How the heck does that work?

A stool is involved I think.

[Lori]

Ok, now we are talking about my little brother AND sister, meaning they are of the same family.  The Yorkie was a gift to my mother, after I first left the nest.  The Healer mix was a rescue.  


Ewwwwww!!!!

[stuart]

So what your really saying is a Yorkie and also a Blue Healer mix not a Yorkie/Blue healer mix?

Wow, I feel better about reading it that way...That would give a whole new meaning to the story.

I was thinking it had to be a Blue Healer and a Yorkie Climber!

[J._McD]

Bill, our condolences for your family's loss.  An ever present companion always silent and attentive is something we take for granted so often.  When the time comes, as it does for all of us, it definitly pulls on our emotions.  We too have suffered the emotional loss of my constant shadow and companion as well.  Just remembering is sometimes difficult.  

These feelings remind us now to appreciate all others around us while we share each others presence.

[Wisoki]

I lost my show room cat, whom I adored dearly, about 2 years ago winter. While I was in Mexico sunning myself, my diligent employee cat was keeping the mouse population down and affectionatly greeting customers. On a day that I'm not sure of, one of my other employees let Dasher out, which was common practice, he would come back in when called. I guess that night he didn't. When I got home from Mexico I was driving out to thet store, and up ahead in the road, was a dark mass. Now in Indiana, that's not unusual, possum, racoon squirl or any number of varrious critters. Well, from 100 yards off I saw this and my gut dropped. I just knew it was Dasher. As I drove up on it, my gut feeling was confirmed. My heart broke, my faithfull little mouse catching companion of only three years was gone. I didn't blame anyone for the unfortunate accident, but someone shared this poem with me, and it made me feel a little better. I'm sure all the animal lovers on here know it, but it's worth the post....

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

[Ruby]

wisoki-

I love that poem and I was looking for my copy and couldn't find it.  When I had our dog cremated, our vet gave us a copy of it.  Thanks for posting it.

[r100rs]

You can add my condolances also.  I had to have a 2 yr old german sheperd put down because it turned on one of our kids.  Of course this had to happen the day after christmas so I was not very popular that week with the family.

All the best

r100rs

[JcDenton]

Wisoki

I have cut and pasted your poem and have placed in a special folder. Although I don't need it now, I know eventually, I will. When I met my wife, she had two cats. I didn't like cats then. Ten years later and I can't believe how attached I've become. My wife, on the the other hand - loves them with all her heart and soul. I see how happy they make her and often find myself dreading the thought of losing them and the pain it will cause.


I wouldn't know what to do, but I think this poem would be a great place to start.

Thank-you for posting it.



Jc

[Wisoki]

Every animal lover should have a copy of this poem. When I read it, in my minds eye, I can see little Dasher doing his little sideways walk up to me with his tail straight up in the air twitching and hear his raspy growl of a meow, shit, man it brings a tear to my eye. Yep, before my wife I didn't like cats at all, but this one! Coolest cat ever! Miss ya' Dash!

Wisoki

I have cut and pasted your poem and have placed in a special folder. Although I don't need it now, I know eventually, I will. When I met my wife, she had two cats. I didn't like cats then. Ten years later and I can't believe how attached I've become. My wife, on the the other hand - loves them with all her heart and soul. I see how happy they make her and often find myself dreading the thought of losing them and the pain it will cause.


I wouldn't know what to do, but I think this poem would be a great place to start.

Thank-you for posting it.



Jc

[Lori]

Every animal lover should have a copy of this poem. When I read it, in my minds eye, I can see little Dasher doing his little sideways walk up to me with his tail straight up in the air twitching and hear his raspy growl of a meow, shit, man it brings a tear to my eye. Yep, before my wife I didn't like cats at all, but this one! Coolest cat ever! Miss ya' Dash!

 

Well...I lost my 90 year old grandfather in May.  He had adopted a stray cat that he found in his yard.  This cat (Miss Kitty) loved my grandfather, and didn't like anyone else.  She wouldn't let any of us touch her or anything.  Not even my grandmother, who fed her (and I've never known an animal not to like the person who gave them food)!  Anyway, after he passed, Miss Kitty kept looking for him.  She has finally come to tems that he isn't coming back.  She is being friendly with my grandmother now, even gets in her lap!  I guess Miss Kitty has figured out that he is in a better place, and that she will see him again some day!

I think it is interesting.  Animals feel the same about us.  They also miss us, if we are taken from their lives!  

Frank,  I'm sorry about Dasher!