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Sharing Thoughts of Cleo & Me
What I’ve come to realize is that Cleo is in such a better place … doggie heaven. She, at least in my mind, received the greatest gift I could give her—me at her side for her last morning on earth. Is that too presumptuous? I hope she took it in the spirit meant—that as her human companion, I would have my hand on her back, lean down and whisper that I loved her in her ear as the vet shaved the...
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Remembering Tirowa
Don’t we always want just one more song?
I spent the last few weeks carrying my German Shepherd up the stairs at night. I couldn’t bear the thought of Tirowa waking in the night alone. He would surely try to climb the stairs to be with his people. He would fall, and be dishonored by his defeat. My once-heroic dog was reduced to a frail body riddled with cancer. However, his downy white coat covered the protruding bones with velvety...
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Tribute on A Sticky Note
Maxwelton arrives at the Pearly Gates.
Yesterday, as he finally let us cuddle and pet him to our heart’s content, Maxwelton Madison Legman slipped off to his final nap, snoring along the way. For 14 years, Max has been my muse and my inspiration, my companion and my pizza buddy. He’s protected our family from all manner of trick-or-treaters, mail carriers, squirrels, cats and doorbells. He introduced us to neighbors and their lawns...
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Letter To A Friend
Last weekend, I wrote a letter to a special friend that I’ll never have the chance to read to him.
Dear Flash, How did 13 years go by so quickly? I remember you being a three-month-old ball of fur that fit in my right hand, the runt who edged-out his littermates by snuggling into Momma’s neck and giving her a kiss the first time she picked you up. (You always were a great schmooze.) We shared six homes, four cities and so many campsites I can’t even count. You loved to hike, and swim, and...
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A Poem for Mr. Peabody
Remembering a good friend in verse.
Always loyal and trusting, except when going to the vet! I’m talking about my four-footed friend, not a dog who was just a pet. I think how lucky I am to have had him all these years, Then quickly grab a Kleenex to wipe away the tears.   Seventeen years, not such a long time to those on two instead of four. But with four on the ground, long ears and a tail, seventeen years is a lifetime and...
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Jack the Dog Dowdell, 1994-2009
Jack the Dog Dowdell died at 11:58 a.m., March 16, 2009. He died under the care of a veterinarian, from a lovingly administered overdose of barbiturates. One can assume that if he felt anything at all at the time, it was good. Jack was born in October of 1994, and was rescued from the streets by the ASPCA as a very small pup, reportedly foraging on his own along Stanley Avenue in Brooklyn, N.Y....
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Sweet Dreams, Dave
Darling Dave lived for fourteen years with our neighbors Gary and Nancy. They adopted him from sheep farmers at the greenmarket in Union Square, NYC. He was the last puppy in the box, a Border Collie/Australian Shepherd mix. Dave loved his toys, his people, his treats. Many of us loved Dave. I was one. Dave had a set of ears that were like gorgeous instruments, and he played them. Nancy called in...
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Return to the Woods
Strong-willed and self-sufficient, Foxy arrived and departed on her own terms.
Foxy was sitting in my husband’s lap when I got back from church that peaceful autumn morning. There they were, the two of them, on the front porch rocking in the wooden rocker, Foxy’s head hidden in the bend of his arm. “Look what came to live with us,” he said with a smile. “Don’t get attached, Eddie,” I said, as I walked up the porch steps. Our four-year-old Blue Healer, Yeti, had just died...
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Nosing South
The world was Maggie's stinky oyster.
Born and raised on California’s central coast, I thought I had experienced all the travel adventures it had to offer. But one fine spring day, I discovered there was something I had missed. I’m not talking about a previously undiscovered Big Sur panorama here. But a Big Sur odor-rama? That one had eluded me.  It was Maggie, my calendar-pretty, 100-pound Shepherd-Collie mix, who introduced me to...
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Molly the Difficult
Reader tribute to a maddening, but beautiful Aussie.
You know how you have that one dog—the one you are closer to than all the others you lived with over the years. Not the most obedient, nor the most talented, but the one to whom you are bound more tightly than any others. You hate to say it, but you do love that one more. And that was Molly. She was willful, difficult, made me crazy. I’d yell in frustration at her and at myself. Over the years I...

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