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Annie Stayed
Grieving. Grieving heavily. It was Annie. Annie who has been with me through it all, quiet, loving, never complaining, always in the background as if to say, “I’m here if you need me but I’ll just let you get through it until you do.” Annie, who let me use her for a pillow, drape my legs over her to take a nap, who stepped aside when Boone came in and just let him be the number one dog, knowing...
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Where to Bury a Good Dog
An 86-year-old poem that rings true today
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A friend sent this poem to me, knowing how much I miss my beloved Desoto and Shelby. I had been holding onto their ashes, unsure of where to bury my good dogs. Shall I scatter them into the Louisiana swamps that Desoto loved to explore? Would Shelby be happiest under the big tree, watching for squirrels? This poem tells me they're already in the right place. —Julia Kamysz Lane     Where To Bury A...
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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!
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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...