MilliesMom

Thanks, ladies. Merlin look so much like Millie with his markings that he could have been her littermate!

It's been six years (8/19/02) since we had to let go of Millie. Her health went down within a few hours. Screaming that she couldn't stand up. It's painful to even think about it. We'll never be able to replace her, but since that time, we've opened our hearts to Oscar, our remarkable ball-playing FIV+ cat, and Max, our Malti-Poo grandpuppy raised by our son, Steven, who's all grown-up. Remarkably, I'd forgotten it was the anniversary of Millie's death until I read a beautiful and heartfelt ode to Puff, the dog who had belonged to LA Times columnist Sandy Banks. (www.latimes.com) I'm sure it'll touch all of you.

Bandit was a 5-year-old Chandler, AZ police dog who died 8/11 when his handler, who was the head of the K-9 unit, forgot him in his patrol car parked at his house for 12 hours in over 100-degree temperatures. The handler was placed on administrative leave pending investigations by the police and sheriff's departments, and last night, citizens and their dogs held a memorial service in his honor. Here's Bandit's memorial book with his pix. http://www.legacy.com/azcentral/GB/Guestbo...rsonId=92804540

Gone: 5 years. Forgotten: never. I still cannot write about her without crying. My dear, precious heartdog. Remembrances of the screaming and pain she had the night before she peacefully crossed over have been replaced by smiles and warm memories of how she'd parade her bones around the house a half-dozen times before burying them in the yard or in the couch. (Tell her how wonderful her bone was, and she'd go around even more!) Or how my then-young son awakened hubby and I during his slumber party at one in the morning by demonstrating for his guests how he could make Millie howl. Or how the first night we brought her home, she howled until I slept with her on the couch, and she kept moving up next to me to put her arm around me. She lived a long life, 10 days before her 15th birthday. We were blessed to have her for 13 1/2 of those years. I just pray that when it's my turn to go, she'll be waiting for me.

I'm so sorry for you loss. All I can tell you is that it eventually gets easier, but the pain never goes away. My dear Millie will be gone 4 years on the 19th, and I can tell you that everytime I think about her, it feels as though a knife's gone through my heart.

So very, very sorry.

In loving memory of the 35 greys who died after the a/c malfunctioned at a Portland kennel. May they all rest in peace...(Their tragic story is posted on Everything Else Greyhound.)

So very sorry.

Sincerest condolences.

Sincerest condolences.

So very sorry for your loss. Loved that pix with the sunglasses!

I didn't get a good look at the dog, unfortunately. It was dark (2 a.m., afterall), and all I can say is that it was medium-sized. It was hard getting through last night because I was so worried about the other sister.

Many thanks to you all. Your kind letters are helping me get through a very emotional time. I'm not sure that Emmy's sister, Cindy, knows what happened. She seemed to keep looking at the street for her on and off, last night. Either that, or she's even more scared of dogs. When my son was young (and I was a brand-new greyhound owner), I allowed him to take Millie out on a leash just outside the door. She lunged away from him and attacked the kitten next door. The poor thing had to be put to sleep. I've always felt bad about that. In her later years, while she never really liked cats, from her living room couch Millie used to watch Emmy's and Cindy's mother (Sabu) sit on the window sill. They'd stare at each other. Perhaps a kind of peace.

You are a brave woman who was blessed with the love of 3 dogs and now with another. It is wonderful that you're helping others.

That picture is just amazing. She looks so much at peace. I took Millie to the beach for the first time about 3 weeks before she passed away. I was so happy that she got to experience that. Dogs, like people, love the water.

Sincerest condolences.

What a sweet boy! Sincerest condolences.

Don't even THINK of venturing here without some Kleenex: http://www.indigo.org/rainbowbridge_ver2.html

I heard a sound a little after 2 this morning. I rushed to the door because a year nearly to this day, we found Sabu, one of our cats, dead from a heart attack when a dog attempted to maul her. Unbelievably, when I opened the door early this morning, I heard a dog growling and what looked to be a rag doll. It was standing over one of Sabu's daughters in the driveway. It ran away when I opened the door, Emmy was gone. Dead in the driveway. She, like her mother, had been killed on the last Saturday of February. How could this have happened, again??? Sabu was a little stray who'd given birth after her first heat. She'd had 2 girls and a boy and had hid them from us. We gave Blue Boy away and had kept M & M (Emmy) and Cindy. For outside cats, they all had long lives--at least to age 15. Thank God, Cindy is the most shy of them all and at night, tends to stay inside of the shed (and, thus, away from where a dog could be.) Emmy would sleep in her little house in the carport. The dog must've dragged her out. I am simply heartbroken.

What a tragedy! This didn't happen to me with my grey, but I had a couple of females of about the same size trying to tear each other apart. It was appalling. I finally had to separate them with a fence because I couldn't bear to part with either of them. Therefore, I cannot even begin to imagine the terror and sadness you felt while this was going on. My sincerest condolences for both of your losses.

Sincerest condolences.

Sincerest condolences to you and your family.

How horrible!

I've lost so many, but the two latest were: Millie, my one and only greyhound. My heartdog. A real goofball. I will NEVER get over her passing. It hurts nearly as much today as it did when she left us 3 years ago. Sabu, the mother of our cats. She passed last February, but only a few months after she completed her most important task: being my companion as my brother was dying. She rarely came into the house, but she knew something was happening the day my brother died nearly a year ago. She never left my side.

Sincerest condolences.