JerseyGirlInOz

Oh, Belinda, I am so sorry for your loss. My heart breaks for you. I've no doubt that Tasha is happy and free, and grateful for the love and kindness you showed her.

{{{{{{{{{Heather and Ken,}}}}}}}}}}} I don't know what made me cry more: Your beautiful story about how Casino found her way to you, or your touching siggy in her honor I remember your posts (IIRC) about the roller coaster ride you went through to get that wonderful ol' twosome home to you---and it's so unfair that Casino's time with you was just... way... too... short!!!! I've no doubt though, that you showed her more love in her brief time with you than she's known her whole life, and for that you both should be so proud. Sometimes---when we do what we do---it's the best we can ever hope for for these magnificent creatures, and sometimes... somehow... it's enough... {{{HUGS}}} for "mo" and Da Houndz

Jenn, I am just so very sorry for you to have lost two of your beautiful babies so close together. Their smiling faces on your siggy always made me smile too, and I'll miss them---I can't even imagine how you must be feeling.

Oh, Trish, I'm so sorry for the loss of your precious boy!!! I've been away from GT for a few days---how heartbreaking to come back and read this tragic news. Sending you warm and peaceful thoughts, "mo" and the girlz

WOW. Just...... WOW. So amazing, Xan.

My dear friend Wendy had to help not one, but TWO of her gorgeous girls to the Bridge on Saturday. Wendy is a true champion for all animals, and has a heart of gold the size of Texas. Bonnie and Rosie were the sweetest, cuddliest girls, and every time I went to Wendy's I ended up sitting out in the backyard with them, soaking up all the love . I am so shattered for her I have no words, but I wanted to share her story with you all. Run free, beautiful girls---and peace to you, Wendy, my friend with angel's wings..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Friends, I hope you don’t mind me sharing this story with you. Most of you have met Bonnie and Rosie and I just felt I needed to write and send this to honour them and the magnificent, unconditional love they gave Dale and myself for all those years. Thank you for reading my story. With love, Wendy xx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bonnie and Rosie went to sleep on Saturday. I held them close and told them I loved them dearly as they closed their eyes for the last time and breathed their last breath. First Bonnie, as she’s always been the leader, and about 10 minutes later, sweet Rosie as she’s always followed and done whatever was expected of her to the very best of her ability. With every bit of strength I could muster, I calmed myself in their presence hoping they would cross over to the other side as peacefully as possible. I didn’t want them to feel my deep, gut-wrenching grief lest they become stressed and of course, want to stay with me and comfort me as they have always done when I am upset. They were almost 14 years old, unwell and life wasn’t fun anymore. They were Sisters, and Bonnie had bravely fought off cancer for two years. Rosie just went downhill quickly, in the last few weeks. It was almost as if she knew and wanted to go with her lifetime sibling and mate. Yet it was a heartbreaking decision to come to terms with. I cried and cried, from the depths of my soul and felt sick with pain and sadness. I felt devastated, not only because they were gone and I could never cuddle and play with them again, but because I had authorized their death. As they lay on the Vet’s table, they looked up at me with deep brown eyes of adoration, loyalty and trust - and I put them to sleep. I sobbed and sobbed with absolute despair. At 11.30am on Saturday, our beautiful girls were gone and although my common sense told me it was the right thing to do for them, my heart was breaking and it didn’t feel right for me. How could it, I have been with them almost every day for 14 years, and the fun and love we have shared is priceless. Bonnie’s boy Harry is still with us. He’s 12 and has lived every day since he was born, with his Mum Bonnie and his Auntie Rose. He’s an only dog now and he knows something is up. He is quiet, which is so unlike him and he barks to come inside which he’s never done before as they were all active, mainly outside dogs. Harry follows us around the house now, lies with his head on our feet and doesn’t want to move. He moves slowly and looks perplexed. As an animal parent, as soon as we settle them into our homes, we know this time is going to come, but I dare any animal devotee to say it doesn’t come with a crushing sense of “it just can’t happen”, and feelings of “I just can’t handle it”. Non-animal lovers just don’t understand and even scoff saying, “it’s just a dog – get over it”. And we do get over it, and although we vow we will never go through that pain again, a needy little four legged soul comes along, smiles up at us with a wag of the tail, and we start all over again. To all fellow animal devotees out there – I salute your courage and applaud your commitment and dedication to man’s (and woman’s) best friends. (Picture below. From left, Harry, Bonnie and Rosie 11/5/06)

What an amazing, heartwarming tribute. I am so sorry for the loss of your precious Derby

@%$#& CANCER!!! Many, many {{{ H U G S }}} to you guys---I'm so sorry for your loss

OMG, DON'T ever apologise for being such a concerned dad!!! It's heartwarming to know how much you care about your baby girl, unlike the $%&@ pit bull owner!!! I'm afraid I don't have any practical advice for you, except maybe to find a new vet. I have an awesome---and highly recommended---vet who is really busy because he is so good, but if I felt like I was getting the brush-off from him I would go elsewhere. I would be really pissed if I missed something because my vet didn't have the time to give me the information I needed to get my girl through a trauma like Leia's. You all are very much in my thoughts!!! ETA: Yeah! What kjw said... That's what I'm talking about!

Poor Leia! She looks like such a delicate, fragile little thing in your siggy, I can imagine your horror!!! Many, many {{{ HUGS}}} to you, DW and your sweet baby girl!

I am so sorry!!! My heart breaks for you. I can't even imagine what you must be going through. {{{{ H U G S }}}} "mo" and the girls

Oh, no, I'm so sorry!!! Thank you for saving her way back when and giving her a great life. I'm sure she appreciated it every day. {{{ H U G S }}}

Oh, GreyNut, I'm SO sorry for your loss! I lost my own 19-year-old heart kitty, Bubbie, the exact same way. Having to make that decision was one of the most painful experiences I've ever had. It's been over 5 years, but it still tugs at my heart, and I still occasionally see her in the corner of my eye. Bubbie was a tortoiseshell, which probably explains why I'm so drawn to brindle greys (although I actually ended up with a black and a fawn ) . In so many ways she is still with me, and my life is so much richer having known her. I'm sure you know the feeling. {{{{{{ HUGS }}}}} "mo"