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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,...
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Life’s Lessons
What I learned from Jade
Our story is nothing miraculous, just an ordinary family and an ordinary dog. I feel sorry for those who have never had a pet, and have missed out on one of life’s greatest experiences, even when it means losing their beloved pet in the end.   Jade is in a better place now. I hope that we did him a favor by helping him. The fact was, even though he was trying to end his life by not eating or...
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Reluctant to Act
After 16 years, saying goodbye to Cody was extremely difficult
After having a dog for 16 years, deciding to end his suffering was an extremely difficult decision because my family and I clung to our once lively companion. Even though the fateful decision was made on a chilly October night two years ago, all of the memories of him remain crystal clear.   I remember when I was three-years-old sitting in the backseat of our blue truck, next to a yellow Penzoil...
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Saving Graces
Two dogs find a permanent place in the heart of a family that desperately needed them
I wasn't sure I had the ability to love another dog after Ashley broke my heart.   Her death came suddenly on the kind of tender spring day she loved, a soft breeze riffling her fur on her walk, as she lifted her great head to breathe in the scent of awakened life and new beginnings.   And then, not long after, she began to experience seizures, lying distorted and convulsed on the living room rug...
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Remembering Joey
July 25, 1994–August 31, 2010
Upon her passing, I am moved to jot down the wonderful memories about this vivacious little Papillon—a female, Joey, named for a baby kangaroo. So tiny when my daughter Kristin brought her home, black and white with huge fringed ears, actually looking more like a character from the Gremlins movie.   Through the years she had many call names: Coco, she was French after all Coco La Hara,...
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Teddy’s Second Family
Teddy came to us late in life, at the age of 14. His owner Charlie was one of my mother’s real estate clients. When Charlie became ill and close to death, he called my mother. He knew she loved Bichon Frises like Teddy. (My mother had two Bichons already, who were featured in calendars she sent to clients like Charlie every year.) Charlie’s relatives did not share his love of animals, however,...