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Memorial created 03-8-2010 by
August 22 2003 - March 7 2010

Who could have known that a day of vacation would bring us together ... and we didn't even know you were there.

Heading out for breakfast on a day off, we found your mom stranded in the middle of a busy street. We stopped and helped her get out of the road and took her home to see if someone would be looking for her. After a few days, when no one claimed her, we decided to find her a new home since we already had three dogs of our own ... and didn't think we had room for another.

Little did we know we were taking in 11 dogs instead of one. Discovering she was pregnant, we fostered her through her pregnancy and the birth of 10 puppies four weeks later, nine of which survived.

You were born third and were HUGE! You were the biggest of the litter and so fat you looked like a little walrus. Fussy and independent, you would not be consoled and whimpered and cried a lot, rooting around under the blankets in the whelping box like a little mole until you found a spot where you were comfortable.

Over the next few months, we fell in love with you and one of your brothers and decided we couldn't let you leave. And, although we found homes for your mom and five of your siblings, we ended up keeping you, your brother and two sisters as well.


You grew into a handsome, charming, clever boy and soon became the Lieutenant in our pack, assisting your brother Bo in chasing squirrels out of the yard, tormenting your sister Mia with endless wrestling matches and helping Dad spread the new straw when it needed to be changed out in the yard.

You made us laugh, you made us cry, you made us pull our hair out by the roots, but you enriched our lives with your quiet confidence, your gentle love and your unwavering commitment to your duty to us and to your pack.

The discovery of your illness came as a shock, and it's brutal attack on your body after just a week left us with no choice but to send you to the Bridge. You were ready. We were not.

And now we are left with this huge gaping hole in our hearts and in our lives that nothing and no one will ever be able to fill.

Others in the pack have stepped up to play with Mia, but they are mere amateurs compared to you! No one appreciates basking in the sun like you did and no one, not anybody, can craft such a wonderful bed out of straw as you liked to do. And let's not forget the foot races you and I had to get to the fresh poop that one of the other dogs had just deposited in the yard. My goal was to beat you to it so I could pick it up before you had it as a snack!

Who will help the other dogs find the weaknesses and holes in the fence line? Who will help Bo bark at the squirrels? Who will bark like a wild thing to egg on the "chase-me" games every morning and afternoon? And who will take your place as supreme "I don't wanna come in and you can't make me?"

You faced your illness with the same courage, grace and humility as you lived your short life. We are forever changed for the better for having known you, loved you and been loved by you.Thank you, sweet boy, for all that you gave us without expecting anything in return.

After spending our last day with you walking in the park in the beautiful sunshine with your brother, we sent you to the Bridge with your bags packed with enough love to last until we get there. So, bask in the perpetual sunshine, chase the millions of butterflies and keep Heaven safe from those pesky squirrels.

You will live on in our broken hearts. Until we see you at the Bridge ... 


Mom and Dad 


Here in this house...
I will never know the loneliness I hear in the barks of the other dogs "out there."
I can sleep soundly assured that when I wake my world will not have changed.
I will never know hunger or the fear of not knowing if I'll eat.
I will not shiver in the cold or grow weary from the heat.
I will feel the sun's heat and the rain's coolness and be allowed to smell all that can reach my nose.
My fur will shine and never be dirty or matted.

Here in this house...
There will be an effort to communicate with me on my level.
I will be talked to and even if I don't understand I can enjoy the warmth of the words.
I will be given a name so that I may know who I am among many.
My name will be used in joy and I will love the sound of it!

Here in this house...
I will never be a substitute for anything I am not.
I will never be used to improve peoples' images of themselves. I will be loved because I am who I am, not someone's idea of who I should be.
I will never suffer for someone's anger, impatience or stupidity.
I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved by all.
If I do not learn my lessons well they will look to my teacher for blame.

Here in this house...
I can trust arms that hold hands that touch...knowing that no matter what they do they do it for the good of me.
If I am ill, I will be doctored.
If I am scared, I will be calmed.
If I am sad, I will be cheered.
No matter what I look like I will be considered beautiful and thought to be of value.
I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly or not cute enough.
My life is a responsibility and not an afterthought.
I will learn that humans can almost sometimes be as kind and as fair as dogs.

Here in this house...
I will belong.
I will be home.

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