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    Its Been Two Years This Month

    in Remembrance

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    I can't believe it's already been two years. Sigh. Linda, he was a great dog. Everything you could want a best friend to be. Just the best. I have so many pictures of him that I love to look at. Two years? Wow. So much has changed in the past two years, and somehow I can't believe any of it. So much good, so much grief. I miss you and hope that you're doing well. Life sounds like it's been good to you, and I'm so happy for you. I wish Otis were here to share it, but I have to believe that he's SOMEWHERE that we'll get to see him again and in the mean time, I hope they've all found each other and can commisserate about what strange parents they had.

    A Year Has Passed Since Angel Left...

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    When I close my eyes, I can remember with all of my senses exactly how her head felt under my cheek. I know the temperature of her ears in my fingertips. I can feel her feet as I held her paws. My hands know the ridges of her ribs and the softness of her fur - indelibly etched into my mind. Impossibly soft. Her eyes so deeply brown and inquisitive.

     

    I can hear her yip to go out, or her bark that would send other dogs scurrying the other way. I remember her pushing insistently under my hand - wanting me to cease whatever stupid thing I was doing that was distracting me from my main duty - petting her.

     

    Oh, Lord. When does it stop hurting? I have a painting of her on the shelf in my bedroom. The only one of my dogs I ever had painted, for some reason.

     

    Today at the dog park I was telling Marv how when she ran, she was like a bullet. Her sole venture into lure coursing was a rousing success as she unseated the reigning champ, and won 2 out of 3 of her heats. She had so much love of life. So much soul.

     

    Oh, Lord.

     

    This is one of my favorite pictures of Angel. That's her in the lower right hand corner. Believe it or not, that's Greyson - now 17 years old. Festus is in the background. Grey is playing tug o war with a foster, Duncan.

     

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    And another pic of Angel, wearing a sheep costume and laying on TOP of Sunscreen Man.

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    This would be Angel going down the steps. But she couldn't do it in a conventional manner. No. She had to to UNDER Festus and Sunscreen Man.

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    Here's Angel enjoying a rub from Grey (now 17.)

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    There will never be another dog like her.

    One Year Ago

    in Remembrance

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    It's just never long enough, is it? I prayed that my dogs would make it one more day than they did. 15 would have been great. But it would not have been enough. I know how much you miss her.

    Freddie

    in Remembrance

    Posted · Edited by Forevermybabies

    Your story about talking to Freddie to help him get over his fears, and his response to you literally changed my life. I took that story to heart, and when Festus was confused, and sad, and stuck in his crate for weeks after he first came home, I thought of you and Freddie, and I talked to Festus. Like Freddie, he understood me when I said he was home forever and never would be scared or without a family. He was my best friend til the day he died.

     

    When I brought home Gypsy for good (she's lying here on the couch with me), she was scared to death. Skittish and terrified of every sound and movement. I thought of Freddie and I talked to her. Told her how happy I was that she was finally home, and that we would be her family forever. She sleeps with me, follows me around, and trusts me implicitly. (Today I cut her hair with the clippers. She LET me. We all thought it would send her completely round the pipe.)

     

    Freddie made a difference. He changed the world for some scared dogs. I always think of Freddie when I encounter people who have scared or skittish dogs. I tell them his story, and say, "Talk to your dog. Tell him how much you love him, and that you will always be there for him." And they either do, or they don't. I don't usually know, as it's a personal thing to have that conversation with your dog. But I like to think that he continues to change lives. And save lives.

     

    Edited for spelling

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