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danzey
I just wanted to say that this "thread" is what most of this site should be made up of (if that makes sense).  The stories of joy and happiness.  Their lives gave us years of joy, so lets not just concentrate on the last day(s).  Lets celebrate them!!!!  Come on now, we need more stories (funny, silly, heart warming etc. etc.)
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CKMP
A bit of a cute story, memory about my Maggee.
Maggee loved laundry time.  She would always roll around and scratch up the sheets off the bed and get herself twirled up inside them like she was wrapped up like a 'mummy dog'.  She would wait patiently until all the laundry was sorted in piles on the floor of the upstairs bathroom where the washer and dryer are, then she would 'casually' walk down the hall, stopping to look into the extra bedrooms and maybe snuffing her sister as she went by and right into the bathroom.  Then she would 'hop' into each pile, scruff them up, mixing them all together, paw through all the dirty clothes, towels, and grab something and then run like she just found a treat back down the hallway and into the bedroom.  Then she would twirl the item around and around, throwing it about and grabbing it again and again - just such fun she was having with something so simple.  Once she was finished with this, she would again walk the casual Maggs walk to my purse on the floor by the couch in the bedroom and stick her head right into it - rummage around inside and fling out one leather glove and then the next leather glove - job done!  And, she would scamper off to lay down or paw at her sister.  Nothing else ever came out of my purse but those two leather gloves that would often just appear on the bedroom floor!

You are so missed Maggee - so loved, so adored!  Sweet Maggee Muffin!
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JerseyNonna
oh danzey how much I agree with you in that more of these wonderful memory posts should be written and the loved lost ones celebrated.  ckmp, your maggee surely sounds like she was quite the character and reading about her "laundry escapades" brought me back to my roxie who didn't know why mama had to fuss over changing the bed sheets only to put them back on even though they were a different color.  roxie, as i'm sure many of you already know, had quite her own thoughts on how things should be done and all of them included her being right in the middle of it all.  changing the sheets is one of the hardest tasks for me since i'm all of 5' and trying to wrestle sheets from a king sized bed so I try to pick a good semi-pain day or moment to do it and get it done with.  roxie would patiently wait by the bedroom door while I pulled pillows off, pillowcases pulled off, pillows stacked in a certain order so I could remember which ones were the good ones for me, then have to crawl on the bed to reach down and remove the sheet holders from the sides - oi!  mattress pad would get washed first since that was going back on right away.  as soon as the dryer went off and I pulled the mattress pad out all nice and fluffy and warm roxie would be watching me very carefully and as soon as the pad was finally on the mattress right (a king isn't quite square so getting sheets and pad right must be a darn science cause I still get it wrong sometimes, lol) up went roxie plopping right down in the middle of the bed on her back just rubbing and rolling with tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.  did I say I had just washed it?  :X  but darn, the way she looked so comical and because most of the time she spent awake was so serious in helping me...how could I be mad?  never laughed at her but gave her the stink eye that she would eventually acknowledge and after standing up and shaking off the bed she went to sit by the bedroom door so I could finish.  heck, now I had to vacuum the pad before putting the clean sheets on.  it all got done (not as quick as i'd have liked), but it got done.  aussies tend to be a very opinionated breed (and I had thought rotties were opinionated) and roxie absolutely had her own thoughts on things.  mama couldn't stay in bed in the morning too long because roxie felt I should be up and getting the legs and body moving; if I fell asleep in my chair i'd feel a wet nose prodding my left hand until my eyes opened and she was sure all was ok.  she was also very patient with me...ok except for when she really had to go potty and I wasn't moving fast enough out the door with her, lol.  if a neighbor stopped to talk roxie would lay down by my feet and just keep watch - content to wait until I told her heel and "let's go home".  these are some of the memories that have come back to me lately and have brought smiles instead of tears finally.  not that I've grown used to life without her which I haven't, but simply because i'm choosing to celebrate a life lived with joy and filled with love. 

as more of us get to the point where smiles come more often than tears at the memories I do believe we'll see threads celebrating a loved companion's life rather than only the sadness the passing of that dearly special soul brought us.  once the heart begins to heal, the love stored deep within where they left their love for us once more begins to radiate out and memories of that love (that will never be forgotten) brings smiles, joy and the feeling of love we knew.  I think this is what our loved ones want us to feel because I know roxie never liked to see me cry and always got very upset when I did.  her cure for that was jumping up into my lap and licking the tears from my face until i'd start laughing.  then she'd tilt her head the silly way to the side with her nose downward and roll her eyes til some of the white showed.  see, she was part comic too and they say the best medicine is laughter.

many many hugs to you all and keep the good memories coming!
JerseyNonna
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Sammi_Jo
JerseyNonna wrote:
what wonderful stories and so much better recalling our good memories.  here is my roxie's story.  roxie was a purebred Australian shepherd and her litter was whelped November 21, 2006 - just a few weeks prior to my service dog goldie's untimely passing on dec 12, 2006 from the contaminated pet food issue that took so many.  I was devastated and in so much physical pain from the failed spinal surgery that grieving for goldie I spent hours on petfinder.com.  one day I found this beautiful blue merle girl that was in a rescue in Arkansas and I contacted the woman in charge.  the blue merle girl was already promised to a couple in Pennsylvania but betty sent me the picture of her litter mate - a gorgeous black tri-color girl and instantly I knew goldie had helped lead me to my next service dog.  January 21st, 2007 me and my daughter met the animal transport at the truck stop on route 206 and brought the little girl home.  on the ride home we named her "roxie" and my heart was so full of love for this little ball of fluff who had the most incredibly dark brown eyes that felt like they saw into my soul.  we had everything ready for her - the crate, water and food bowl, puppy food, toys, chews, omg you name it.  from the very start roxie was very intuitive and seemed to tell when the pain left me able to do nothing more than lay on the sofa with faithful heating pad near me and she made sure that everyone knew watching mama was now "her job".  she took to puppy obedience class like a fish to water and it was almost like she had a competitive streak in her that led her to want to be the best and quickest at learning each new command.  calling her off leash to "come" made others in the class gasp since she was so quick it looked like she wouldn't stop in time in front of me but rather skid into the woman standing with the crutches and send us both rolling on the floor - but roxie would stop and plant that nub tail butt on a dime and when told to heel, would spin next to my side and again sit that bottom right down with maybe an inch between my left leg and her body.  ya, that was my Velcro girl.  as obedience lessons advanced she thrived and when she started learning specific things for my needs, she took special notice that it wasn't what the others were being taught so in her mind she was special and chosen for more important work.  in may 2009 my husband got angry that my pain specialist ordered two expensive diagnostics since he needed to see if my back was getting better, staying the same or worsening and may 5th he moved out of the house while I slept.  roxie never left my side and later that day when he attempted to "move back in" she growled at him as if to say "no, you don't do that to my mama and we don't need you".  because he was abusive and because I know dogs instinctively can tell a rotten apple in a human I told him not until he went to counselling (I knew he wouldn't).  eventually he divorced me and said in the papers that he no longer wanted to be married to a disabled woman even though I had just become disabled prior to the marriage (later learned he found out if he wasn't married to me he'd have no legal right to any of the personal injury settlement from the accident).  roxie was my rock and when days turned bad she turned on her personality to get me smiling and laughing - she just had that way with her and was so intuitive to what I needed even when I didn't know what I needed.  because of roxie's tenacity towards helping me walk without the crutches, eventually I knew she was there to help me walk and that God had truly sent one of his angels with four legs to me.  in 2010 roxie had several seizures and because I had trained in reiki with a reiki grand master I told rosemary about the seizures and she did a healing circle with her friends and students for roxie and she never experienced another seizure after that.  it seemed that roxie and I were ever closer after giving her reiki healing and although she started greying in her face, I never expected to lose her the day after Christmas with no hint at all that something was wrong with my girl.  but, that was roxie, a tough girl with a job to do and aussies just never quit their jobs.  roxie was 9 years, 1 month and 5 days old when she was called home.  guess the lord just needed an especially awesome aussie girl for a special purpose in heaven.  omg, roxie had this facial expression that looked as if she was smiling but I've learned that all aussies have a look like that...but gosh do I miss the special smile that only my special girl gave to me.  lol, she loved her chew chip treats and had this habit of hiding them "for later".  in the corner of the sofa in between the cushion and in between the folded over sheet and comforter on my bed were her favorite spots for "safekeeping" although tae knew where they were all hidden - she never tried to steal one of roxie's hidden gems.  that Saturday night when roxie passed I crawled into bed after midnight totally spent from crying and as I laid down I felt something under my pillow.  yup, the last chew chip she hid was put under my pillow sometime during that day and the tears flowed all over again so I got up out of bed leaving the chip where she had hid it and went out to the living room to be miserable.  do you all know I slept with that chew chip under my pillow for like 2 months?  silly as it sounds it just didn't feel right to remove it after roxie took such care in putting it under my pillow that last day when now I realize she must have been in so much pain - only didn't let me know.  that was my roxie.  oh sure she had her moments when I got angry with her (she had this thing where every so often she'd grab a bath towel or bath mat and carry it around in her mouth peeking at me around the corner of the couch and when i'd see her with it in her mouth she'd run around the dining room table in a catch me and play with me mama).  after she passed I found she had left her mouth impression in my bath mat and rather than being angry I smiled because it reminds me she was really here and filled my home and heart with her huge aussie personality.  roxie sweet girl I miss you so much but sending you so much love!  xoxoxo roxie as puppy 001 (291x400) (218x300).jpg 



I am sorry you lost Roxi. You will see her again in heaven. This post is just what you said, to post the great moments you had with Roxi. Why do our dogs treat us better than our spouses? I will tell you why because our dogs know what unconditional love and loyalty really is....Sammi passed on a Monday. That wed night I cried all night long. The pain from losing her was the worst pain I have ever felt.

I am disabled as well. I was born a siamese twin and my brother was still born. I lost my right leg during the separation and I spent a better part of my first three  years of life in a hospital. People will turn their back on you if you become disabled, but a dog will only love you more....
Steven
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Sammi_Jo
danzey wrote:
I just wanted to say that this "thread" is what most of this site should be made up of (if that makes sense).  The stories of joy and happiness.  Their lives gave us years of joy, so lets not just concentrate on the last day(s).  Lets celebrate them!!!!  Come on now, we need more stories (funny, silly, heart warming etc. etc.)
I agree, this site is people sharing wonderful memories. I was just trying to tell the entire story of my dogs life. I think this is more than wonderful memories. I am basically writing my dogs biography, kinda like the book Marley and me. I guess I want to share with others her entire life, not just certain memories. Thank you for responding 
Steven
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Sammi_Jo
I was at the grocery store the other day, and I parked in a spot that I used to park at when Sammi would be with me, mostly in the evenings. It reminded me of one of her stories that I found amazing.

About 5 years ago, I went to the grocery store to get a few things and beck then, if the weather permitted, Sammi jo went everywhere with me. She always took the entire back seat and almost always I would get her a "treat" while I was there. When I came out of the store, this gentleman was leaning over the hood of my car looking into the windshield very intently. Well my first response was defensive and I asked him  "Sir, can I help you"? He looked at me with a bizarre look on his face and said "I thought for a minute that you stole my dog"! He then took out a picture of a dog that did indeed look exactly like my dog. 

We started doing some comparisons and come to find out, he owned Sammi Jos brother! Sammi was in a no kill shelter at a pet store, and she was the last golden colored dog. Well, he had picked out her brother about two hours before Sammi jo was picked. 

This is amazing because I live in the 7th Largest city in the US. We were about 5 miles away from the pet store so this was amazing. I never did meet Sammi jos brother, we never contacted each other. But this to me was a very cool story to share about her life.

I am trying to focus on the great parts of her life because these are the memories I will take to my grave. 
Steven
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danzey
Steven..................No Steven, your right!!  Their lives are their whole lives, so my post (what I was trying to say), was lets hear more stories that make up their entire lives.  If it comes in stories here and their great, on the other hand if it's a bio like yours that's wonderful too............danzey
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Sammi_Jo
danzey wrote:
Steven..................No Steven, your right!!  Their lives are their whole lives, so my post (what I was trying to say), was lets hear more stories that make up their entire lives.  If it comes in stories here and their great, on the other hand if it's a bio like yours that's wonderful too............danzey
I agree! tell the entire story. I want to read about your pet, other peoples pets, tell the funny story.

I had a pit bull as a child who got into a pen with a mini pony and tried to have relations with the pony. I was so worried she was going to kick Brutus real hard but she just stared at him and the owner of the pony laughed so hard his stomach hurt and tears were pouring down his face. 

Same dog, I am taking him for a walk, we did not use leashes back in the 80s, and a very small dog ran out of its yard and tried to attack Brutus who weighed 100 pounds. Brutus turned in circles three times, lifted his leg and urinated all over this poor dog. The dog ran home and hid under the bed for the rest of the day! At least Brutus did not bite the poor little dog.

Once I left the latter up against the back of the house, and when I came home, Brutus was on top of the house, looking like he was King of the land. A 145lb kid had to carry a 100 lb pit bull off the roof and it was NOT easy lol

These are the stories I mean......tell all, let us all get some laughs!
Steven
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Jedi_Knight
I really enjoyed reading these posts. As I'm writing this, I'm grieving for my 15 year old Lab-Sharpei mix, Jedi, who has yet to pass. But, she is deteriorating fast and soon we will have to make the decision to end her pain and suffering.  

I'm a special education teacher and I took her to my class of students with severe emotional disabilities. My favorite memory of her is how she walked around the classroom, giving space to some, and nudging her nose into the arms of others. One of my toughest students cracked a rare smile as she gently rested her head in his lap. 

The thought of having to put her down is devastating, but she can hardly walk, needs help getting up, and stumbles. When I come home from work, I watch her try repeatedly to get to her feet to come greet me at the door, and keeps falling down. I run over to her to reassure her that she does't need to get up, but she just keeps trying. I always knew that her spirit would outlast her physical body.
I would rather remember her being active and healthy, rather than weak and so frail. 
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Sammi_Jo
Jedi_Knight wrote:
I really enjoyed reading these posts. As I'm writing this, I'm grieving for my 15 year old Lab-Sharpei mix, Jedi, who has yet to pass. But, she is deteriorating fast and soon we will have to make the decision to end her pain and suffering.  

I'm a special education teacher and I took her to my class of students with severe emotional disabilities. My favorite memory of her is how she walked around the classroom, giving space to some, and nudging her nose into the arms of others. One of my toughest students cracked a rare smile as she gently rested her head in his lap. 

The thought of having to put her down is devastating, but she can hardly walk, needs help getting up, and stumbles. When I come home from work, I watch her try repeatedly to get to her feet to come greet me at the door, and keeps falling down. I run over to her to reassure her that she does't need to get up, but she just keeps trying. I always knew that her spirit would outlast her physical body.
I would rather remember her being active and healthy, rather than weak and so frail. 


Have you tried Chondopaw? The web site is https://chondropaw.com. My baby passed of an unrelated illness but started showing signs of arthrits at the young age of six and about a year ago, I tried Chondopaw because she was having a hard time getting up and down. Its a med you give once a week. About 10 days after the first dose, or three days after the second, she started moving around much better, wanted to ride in the car again. I am in tears writing this because I miss her so much, but try this out first ok? Even if it only gives you six more months, each and everyday is precious. 

The other thing I will explain is when the time has come. Its impossible to explain with words, but you will know.  When you love something that much, your mind and heart will just know its time. You love that dog so much that you are willing to hurt deep inside for months to ensure she is free of pain and suffering.

please try chondopaw, go on youtube and look at it. I was a skeptic but I wanted to know I tried everything, and this gave her about a year more of life.....let me know would you? And God bless you and your doggie friend. 


Steven
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Jedi_Knight
Thank you Steven for the kind words and suggestion. I will definitely look into it. When it's time, I will feel better if I knew in my heart we tried everything. 
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Sammi_Jo
4th of July was a hard day for me because Sammi Jo loved 4th of July. Most dogs are afraid of gun fire unless they are around it as a pup. Sammi jo loved gun fire so much, if you put the gun down and stopped shooting, she would pick the gun up and brink it to the owner as if asking them to shoot it again. I would compare her loving gun fire to a child loving rides at the fair. Well we anyone would set off fire works or fire crackers, she would want to run up to them and I had to keep a close eye on her. Inside the house when she would hear the loud sounds she would run to the door and want outside. Its a bitter sweet memory because even after two months I miss her like crazy. But I hope someday it will be just a sweet memory because I know in my heart I will miss her until the day I die. 
Steven
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kaiserandsashasmummy
Steven,
I have really enjoyed reading your stories about Sammi Jo. You have a gift and you sound like the best owner a dog could have. Please keep writing.
From a wounded soul,
Whytney (aka Kaiser's mama)
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Sammi_Jo
kaiserandsashasmummy wrote:
Steven, I have really enjoyed reading your stories about Sammi Jo. You have a gift and you sound like the best owner a dog could have. Please keep writing. From a wounded soul, Whytney (aka Kaiser's mama)


That is very nice of you to say, Thank you! If you look at my profile, you will find one called Sammi jos biography, where I write to the world explaining her life story. I would suggest you write Kaiser's story, because you are hurting so bad inside, its therapy to write about your loved one, tell the world who she was, and what she meant to you. 

I will keep writing, I promise you this much. May you find some peace thru this heart breaking time. Do something in her honor. I thru a dinner party one month after she passed. Sammi jo LOVED beef stew, so I fixed her favorite human food. I only wished she could have shared it with me and my son.

Thank you for your kind words, I wish you knew how much that meant to me.

Steven
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