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Toby’s Way [Video]
Scenes from the life of a Chesapeake Bay retriever/therapy dog
Toby, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever, lived life big and left paw prints on hearts around the world. He was also the star of the book On Toby’s Terms and Toby the Pet Therapy Dog. This video capture’s some of his finest moments—loving life!
News: Karen B. London
Brick Memorials
Loving reminders of dogs
The brick says “Remembering Kiwi: 125 Pounds of Love” and it’s part of a wall of bricks outside DoveLewis Emergency Animal Hospital in Portland, Ore. My brother-in-law and my sister purchased the brick in 2007 to honor their Newfoundland who passed away at age 11½ in April of that year. Kiwi was a great dog and I loved her, so the sight of her brick brought me both joy and sadness. There are...
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Eulogy for Sandy
It was the day after Christmas, and I came running outside to feed Sandy our nine-month-old Beagle, on a cold morning. Usually, Sandy came out by her kennel door eager to greet me, but today it was different. She slowly walked over to me. Knowing something was wrong; I came in her kennel and started petting her and looking her over. She looked up into my face. Poor girl, I thought. Then Sandy...
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Gabrielle and Josephine
A tribute to our beautiful Cavalier King Charles Spaniel sisters
One was Sugar, one was Spice; Both were so very, sweet, precious and nice. That they were “Royal” there is no doubt; They were charming and gracious, and they’d never pout; Just far too cute and way too smart; It is no wonder they take over your heart. They’d run and play, smiling and happy all day; They brought kisses and joy wherever they’d stay. God made them to be “Comfort” dogs but they were...
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A House’s Soul
The little round stuffed Santa with pompoms for arms and legs sat under the tree waiting for its dog. We had adopted Algren (then named Buddy) on Christmas Eve but could not bring him home from the shelter until the day after Christmas. I couldn’t wait. It was love at first sight when I saw him. We didn’t choose Daisy, our other dog. A friend told us about her and how she needed a new home....
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The Gift of Dreams
When our departed dogs return to us for a night
The other night as I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how much I’d love to dream about my dog Lulu, who died in August. I’ve only had one dream about her since then, and it felt like she was back, which means it felt wonderful. But when I woke the following morning, I didn’t have any memory that I’d been successful in my efforts to conjure her. Later in the day, while my husband and I were...
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Pat and Rug’s excellent adventure
When sweet Rug died after six months of diagnostic testing, surgery and two aggressive cancers, I sent an obituary to his friends: Wednesday, April 28, 2010, Dog Perfect Rug passed from his earthly life. Born in September 1997 and found and rescued at age six weeks by a Good Samaritan whose two little girls nurtured him, he chose Pat to be his life’s companion/pack mate two weeks later. A...
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The Big Benbow
Memories of a great dog
At the farmer’s market, a dog—the same sort of big black dog with a massive head and handsome gray goatee as you—sat proudly on the front seat of a new truck. We locked eyes. Just for a second my heart jumped because, well, I had a quick fantasy: I was seeing you again. For a moment, I allowed myself to feel how much I miss you every single day. Memories hold me hostage, too often mixed with...
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Tied to our Heartstrings
Recovering from heartbreak
Shaking my umbrella, I unbuttoned my coat. I was drenched. I needed a cup of hot tea. I poured our tea and went to sit by the fireplace. I closed my eyes a moment when my husband spoke. “What’s that? I’m sorry; I wasn’t listening.” He said, “Would you like to go for a ride after we eat lunch?” “A ride? In this downpour? To where?” “Uh…I’d like to ride up to the dog pound. The guys at...
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Daisy’s Heart
Exercising a neglected muscle
“One, two, three—go!” We often yelled this battle cry to our dogs as we played with them. The response was the same—Daisy charged and Algren sidestepped. Always. Equal parts Boxer and English Bulldog (we think), Algren’s move could be viewed either as the energetic Boxer encouraging an attack or his Bulldog side looking to evade the action. Either way, his lively moments were fleeting. Mostly,...