Pippin

I can see that The bloom is 5" so it's a miniature, they say. So was she, so its doubly perfect.

Ya know, Kristin, her last mom told me "she's got five more years in her, easy!" She was right. the last two cold winters were really hard on her, so I was happy that this one has been more mild. And the forecast calls for very wintry weather over this weekend. That influenced my decision, too. She was already having a rough time -- it would just be rougher when it was freezing or sub-freezing temps outside. I "just happened" to have ordered a new hibiscus plant -- it arrived this week. I'm going to name it Zoe and plant it in my front yard by Angie & Jessie's butterfly bushes. It's a Cajun Hisbiscus "Tres Bon" -- very unique, just like my little girl was.

Weren't we all!?!?!?! He'll be happy to not have to wear his muzzle all day. She has walked into him so many times when he's sleeping, due to her blindness. The only way to keep her safe at this point was to muzzle him, or not let her be where we were at all, which wasn't a good choice. He's been sticking close to me all day today - he knows my heart hurts. I'll be telling that story in this thread at some point. It's purely the magic of GT that she was in my life at all. GT saved her life in 2007

In the post subtitle, I called her "Heart-Stealer Extraordinaire," but she was first and foremost a heart HEALER. She came into my life 4 months after my first iggy left for the bridge, and more than filled the gaping hole in my heart. I am celebrating as much as I'm mourning -- I was her third owner, and she still gave me all of her heart. What a precious gift!

In this world from June 12, 1995 to Feb 10, 2012... In my life from Jan 20, 2007 to Feb 10, 2010... In my heart... forever. Sometimes love means letting go, so we did. Reunited with her favorite greyhound (mine,too): Some of my favorite pics of her meeting her big brother Pippin for the first time Snuggling on her Auntie Laura Stylin' in her Canadian LongJohns Enjoying Uncle Jason's lap Her vacation mom couldn't find her one morning...looked all over the house, calling her name. Suddenly a little head popped up from amongst all the stuffies In her favorite bed in front of her own personal space heater -- best place to spend a wintry day (edited to include the dates that she was actually in my life -- we had five glorious years together, and I will always treasure them)

**tears** Post Sandy Paws 2007, the FTH family gathered in Jacksonville and visited the farm and the kennel. While I was loving on Pippin, Janet & Laura were getting some quality time with the Peanuttiest

Run free to good health, handsome man...

Run free to good health, baby girl...

damn, i loved that boy.... I'm so sorry. run free to good health, Best... you'll always live in our hearts

I'm so sorry, Rachel... run free to good health, gorgeous Echo

Godspeed, Sheba. Run free to good health.

Oh, Judy... I'm just seeing this. Godspeed, little girl -- run free to good health. Give your mama a rainbow, and maybe nudge her arm when she's at her computer, to remind her that you're still there with her.

I'm so very sorry.... run free to good health, Piaget....

Thanks, everyone... hadn't seen him for years, but didn't have to see him to know he was there, and that he cared, ya know? He was a good man.

Just got the word that one of my college professors passed away this past Monday. He had a long life, a good life, and was ready to join his savior, but it still hurts. He and his family were important parts of my life. Him as a professor first, then his family as friends. His daughter is one of my best friends, in fact.

Good to see you, Susan!

Hang in there... we're here for you

I am so very sorry.... run free to good health, Gigi...

Run free to good health, little girl... big hugs, Xan

I'm so sorry....

My Angie-girl lived with me for 4 1/2 wonderful years. The day I met her in March 2003, she licked my chin, then laid back down on her doggie bed and just watched while I met the other dogs. In March 2007, she rested her head on my shoulder in bed for 10-20 minutes. That's the ONLY time she ever "snuggled" with me, and I was perfectly fine with that. Angie had bed privileges, and preferred the bottom of the bed - maybe it was the 5 litters of pups she had that led her to prefer sleeping unemcumbered, who knows? I lived in an apt when she moved in with me, and she would sleep on the tile entryway, just far enough back that I could open the door enough to come in. When I'd come in, she MIGHT open one eye and make sure it was me, then go back to sleep. Six months later, I left her with friends for 2 weeks while I went home for Mom's funeral. When I came back to get her, she was lying on a dogbed in another room of the house. When she heard my voice, she raised her head and pricked up her ears. That was it, and I almost cried from joy, because I knew it meant she really did miss me and was glad to see me. By the end of our time together, she would bull her way through the pack of dogs at the dog-sitter to get to me when I came home from a business trip, but she was never what some folks would call "affectionate." She was a strong-minded, independent woman, which was just what I wanted, and I loved her all the more for it.

It's a windows media video, and as far as I know, it only works in windows media player.

She's as unforgettable as Loca, I think.

What she said. He was a very special dog, who had a very special dad.

Tribute Video Angie came into my life when I went to Dee's house to adopt a black retired broodmama. As Dee was introducing me to the other dogs, she said "This one's Angela." Angie got off her dog-bed and walked over to me. I knelt down, and she looked deep into my eyes. Then she licked my chin, and went back to her dog-bed where she stayed the rest of the time I was there. I met the dog that I had gone to adopt, and she was wonderful, but she wasn't the one for me. I had already been chosen. Angie chose me when she licked my chin. Because she chose me, I have experienced the adaptability of an "old" dog as she learned new tricks. Because she chose me, I have learned how much love I can feel for another being. Because she chose me, I have experienced the joy of her behavior changing over the years from aloof to affectionate. Because she loved me, she adapted to unstructured routines and routine absences. Because she loved me, she accepted the other dogs I brought into our home, and let them share the space in my heart. Because I loved her, there were new beds at Christmas, and no walks longer than her aging legs could handle. Because I loved her, there were nights spent on the couch with interruptions every few hours. Because I loved her, there were home-cooked meals and special treats, and fewer nights away from home. Because she loved me, she stood up for me, balancing on tired legs to show me she was ok and I could leave on my business trip with a clear conscience. Because I loved her, I let her go. My heart is breaking because I couldn't be there at the end, but it was time to let go, and I had promised her I would, because I loved her. And because I loved her and she loved me, she will run forever in my heart, Because she chose me. -mvy 9/1/07-