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Erin's Journey
I didn’t know much about raising a puppy, but my eagerness to learn was undeniable. I wanted to raise a true companion, and to give the pup all the experiences the world had to offer. My furry pal would go everywhere with me but first I had to find just the right dog.   When I went to look at a litter of Springer Spaniel puppies, Erin cried out to me. All of the puppies were yelping and...
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Homer
Homer
What makes a season? What is the nature of time? How much of time’s passage is a mathematical abstraction, and how much of it, if any, is a living, breathing organism, a life process, stirred and generated in part by our passage through it— a symbiotic relationship, or perhaps even at times a parasitic one, but a relationship nonetheless, in which two forces act, and are acted upon by each other...
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Fortune’s Talker
in memory of Roscoe, a black Labrador
Some are born to talk and that’s a story, And some know what to do with the gift And that’s a different story—Roscoe Born at the guide dog school, But too sensitive for traffic, Roscoe was a sweet talker. All dogs “talk” but few have nuance: Roscoe knew. Oh he knew When you felt rich inside So he had a word or two for that; And even yesterday, lame and tired in wet grass He had...
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Cody Cahill
11/6/99 – 6/17/10
Cody died today. He took off this morning, on a blue sky day…   Cody loved life with a gentle fierceness that we could almost touch. I have never known a being more committed to being happy, to finding the light in every single moment.   Diagnosed very early with dysplasia, arthritis, and severe allergies, he was never strong physically, always a bit unsteady, off balance… Spiritually his...
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Lessons from Thud
A reminder to animal-loving friends
A piece of my heart died recently. The loving, quirky, clumsy, gardening buddy and professional nap-taker we called Thud was put down.   Thud was a stray—found running down a San Fernando Valley street when he was just a few months old. We’re not sure what breed he was (probably a Pit Bull mix) but he had the most beautiful brindle coat and the sweetest, happy-go-lucky personality, very much a...
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Sidehill’s Mab
Queen of the Celtic Fairies and Beguiler of Men
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” Will Rogers, 1897-1935   Sidehill’s Mab, Queen of the Celtic Fairies and Beguiler of Men, is now gossiping with Dancer Dawg, Roscoe the Ratador, and Buck(le) Bear about the challenges of living with me. They are talking of misplaced leashes, late dinners, damned cats (and more damned cats), hours in the back of...
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In Tribute to Maggie Mae
Maggie Mae is buried – there just beyond my kitchen window
  Maggie Mae is buried – there just beyond my kitchen window under the summer canopy of ancient apple trees   Appropriate don’t you think? Her round head, round eyes framed in apples, her greeting a dizzying  round go round.               Today the wind picked up             and a dozen apples fell             one split in two revealing             A chambered heart--necessary dark...
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Machisma
Doing life on her own terms
“She doesn’t have much time,” my mother said over the phone one April morning, “you should come down this weekend.” My dog, an almost 17-year-old white, coal-eyed Bichon Frise, who had been part of the family since she was four months old, was dying. Whether it was a recently-found tumor or a long-hidden hormonal imbalance, the problem was neurological, and Dr. Cohen told us there was little he...
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A Short, Sweet Remembrance
Rhea with her favorite
Rhea, happiest with her favorite person! Rhea passed one a week after this picture from cancer. She was almost 13. --Ernie and Jerry Eppinga, Providence Forge, Va.  
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My Sparky
My heart is broken, where did you go? You were in my arms just one week ago Then suddenly nothing but darkness and pain I knew we’d come to the end of your days How would I manage to let you go? Cut the tie that bound you and release your soul? I’d learn to live with just memories Through pain so deep I cannot breathe Soar to the Heavens my beautiful friend I choose to believe...

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