U-CDX COCOA OF CRESCENT HILL, UD, JH, WC
APRIL 14, 1994-MAY 29, 2009
Our hearts are broken.
Phyllis & Howard Beemer
God looked around his garden and found an empty place,
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered, 'Peace be Thine'.
It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone,
For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
We lost our beautiful Honey on Saturday, December 20, 2008 from cancer. Honey was the ambassador of golden retrievers - soft, loving, and obedient - a true golden angel. She is in our hearts always.
Here is my homage to Honey:
She had the brightest eyes I had ever seen, And wore a beautiful fur coat that would out shine a queen. She was never prissy but walked with an aire...... And oh so polite, you could take her most anywhere. Her tail was so long it touched the ground. Every bone that she buried, she always found. She could run like the wind and beat anyone she chased. She was truly a princess – with a gorgeous white face. But your bed is now empty, where your pretty head laid. Oh how we wish you could have stayed. You could not find a golden nearly so dear. Sweet Honey-buns, you will always have a special place in our hearts, ever near.
Gunsmoke's day began with a pre-dawn stroll around the house, followed by his favorite meal of tuna fish, 2% milk warmed up for 10 seconds in the microwave, and a tiny squirt of whip cream. He then washed it all down with a drink from my bathroom sink faucet, a pleasure he only recently discovered.
Happy to return to his room with his buddy Floyd, he spent the next several hours sleeping on his heating pad that was strategically placed to be in the sunshine streaming through the windows. A light lunch of beef baby food was eventually slurped down, only to be followed with yet another catnap.
As the day wore on, he seemed to be less willing and able to rise. I tried my hardest to stop checking his breathing every few minutes to just let him rest in peace. I must have kissed his bony little head a hundred times today though. Poor guy probably got very little quality sleep.
The vet arrived around 3PM, as expected. My final prayer for Gunsmoke was that he have a peaceful and pain-free passing.......and so it was. I truly doubt he would have lived through the weekend, so it only seemed right to finally send him on his way before any unending pain set in.
I can't believe I'll never again hear him purring in my ear letting me know that it's time to get up and to feed him......to never again hear him racing down the hallway after he visited the litter box and left feeling "lighter".......to never again have to share the heating pad with him. The era of Gunsmoke was far too brief in our household. It will never be the same around here without him, but we're SOOO glad that we were adopted by such a loving old gentleman.
In honor of the wonderful friend that he was to us, when dinnertime arrived, I ate a tuna fish sandwich, washed it down with a glass of 2% milk warmed up for 10 seconds in the microwave, and then enjoyed a dollop of whip cream for dessert.
I hope Heaven smells like tuna for you Gunny and that your ears no longer are filled with that nasty brown gunk you were forever plagued with. Eat like a furry piggy now and enjoy chasing the birds that you could only enjoy watching through the windows. Play nice though!
And please - give Dutchess, Marvin, Clifford, Ernie, and Cody a HUUUUUGE hug and kiss from their Mom and Dad who still miss them dearly. We love you Gunny. You made every day we spent with you a special one.
Hugs and tuna-breath kisses........Your heartbroken Mom
He was a great fella who was taken too soon.
Rudy's Rescue fondly remembers Claire, who crossed the bridge. She was in our foster care for only a day after a rough life. But that one day was a blessing to us and we hope it was a blessing to her as well.
Sweet, sweet Abby was so special that even if our time with her was cut short so suddenly and unexpectedly... we would do it all over again. She was worth this heartache... she was like a one in a million dog. We called her our little black seal because she made the funniest little grunting noises, sounded just like a seal! She loved to be loved, too. She soaked it all in, she'd even push her nose up through your arm to get more petting. These are the memories that we will have in our hearts, for the rest of our lives...so short a period of time, and yet so incredibly rich. I stepped outside late last night, and just looked up at the heavens. The stars were out. I looked up and through tears thanked the God of the universe, for giving Abby to us. I thanked Him for his wisdom in connecting her to us, and us to her, ....at a time when we both needed each other! I thanked Him for the privilege of letting us be the ones who would love her right up to the threshold of the Rainbow Bridge. I asked him to please help me to be grateful for the time that we did have with her, and not be sad or bitter for the time we did not. Only God can heal this pain! I know that the earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof. That included Abby. And God is God. Still, I asked him,... if it be His will,....that someday we could embrace her once more, feel her soft velvety fur in our hands,...hear her gentle little grunts of happiness and contentment, hold her once again. That we had the chance to know her, to love her, is something that we would not trade for anything. And,... as I suppose we humans always do,. we wonder if we could ever love another dog, as much as we love her. Sadly, there are so many in need. Somehow, it seems to be these orphaned ones,... ~the ones who bear the roughest brunts in life, that wrap themselves so strongly into the depths of our hearts and souls. Rest in peace sweet Abigail. Run and play and swim to your heart's content. And, watch for us,... as we will one day look for you. For God is your creator and ours too. Thank you for being yourself,... so unique and so beautiful inside and out. We love you and miss you, dearly. "But I have trusted in thy mercy: my heart shall rejoice in thy salvation. I will sing unto the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully with me." Psalm 13: 5,6
All our Love, Wendy, Paul, and Bear 3-28
Jade has crossed the bridge, but she had love and care at the end while she was being fostered in a quiet and loving home during her heartworm treatment. Many of our dogs come in testing heartworm positive. Please help donate to help us treat dogs with heartworm and to help get the word out that it is so important to use heartworm preventative on dogs.
who crossed the bridge to the land of milkbone and honey. Moe was taken from a neglect case in Syracuse and found a few wonderful months with his people before he became very ill. He was the sweetest dearest friend to anyone and everyone who knew him. His people went to great lengths to treat his fungal infection, and Moe hung in there till the end. Despite his illness, he had plenty love to give. Moe, we are so sad that you are gone, but grateful you touched our lives.
Gwendolyn was not a rescue with a sad past. She was born and raised at OtterTail Farm and greatly loved from the very beginning. She was the only daughter in my 4th generation litter among 4 beautiful black boys and was the mom of my 5th and last generation of the original OtterTail Labradors.
She was always eager to please and do well and I admit to abusing that privledge when I entered her in obedience trials before she had ever done figure 8's around 2 live people or stand for exam for a stranger. She placed 2nd and 1st on her first 2 legs, then told me I was taking her for granted on the 3rd try. I knew she was right. We took a break to gain more experience and she finished her CD nicely on the 4th trial. She was a joy to take anywhere because she always knew exactly how to act and never put a paw wrong.
Just like her mother Gwen never went anywhere without at least 2 nylabones in her mouth. She preferred 3 and she could do "un-assisted" quads as well. When she stopped greeting me with bones in the morning I knew something was wrong. It was so sad for me to watch her symptoms progress; symptoms that the vet concluded were caused by a brain tumor. All the while she maintained her happy and good-natured spirit. Run and play with your OtterTail buddies in heaven, my sweet Gwendolyn. We miss you here at home.
Thank you to J for taking Hammer when no one else would. Hammer, asyou remember was a sweet old boy who was left behind when his owner
sold the house. The new owner decided that Hammer did not fit with their family and off Hammer went to rescue.
Here is his listing in Petfinder
Recently Hammer was feeling sick, J took him to the vet and they said he was fine. He left for the bridge on Sunday. It is nice to know that Hammer left us while he was enjoying over 10 acres at J's wonderful home. He was happy and loved in the end. What more could a dog ask for?
Thank you J for giving Hammer a place to rest his head and his
heart in his last days. I know it is painful for all when we loose a
loved one. Please find some comfort in knowing they are free from pain
now, waiting for you to cross the bridge with them
I decided instead of dwelling on how hard it was to say goodbye - I'd remember the good times --- so here's what I wrote when you first came to me, or actually you must have written this when I wasn't looking :)
"Hi! My foster mommy is taking care of the new foster at the house, so I figure I'll sneak on here and tell you how I'm doing...I love to give my human brother kisses and he likes cuddling with me. My foster mom takes me to lots of cool places and I meet all sorts of people and dogs. I love to come right up to people and gently nudge their hand or elbow so they can give me some scritching and attention. They can't believe how old I am...I still have a lot of pup spunk in me. Every now and then I like to leap for joy, especially when my foster brothers are playing. I just have to join in and play with them too. We take walks in the hay fields behind the house and I looove to roll around and get all scritched, it feels so nice! My mom will sometimes sing 'Leapin' Lizards!!!' to me when she walks me and then I leap all around, not because her voice is strange, just 'cause I'm so happy to be alive. Anyways, I would love to give you some cuddles, snuggles, and leaps too, even if you don't sing for me. Just give me a warm safe place and I'll be happy! "
Well Trixie girl, I know we'll be singing and leaping again someday...
Petloss.com - Poems about our pals who've crossed over
Read a great essay about why dogs WILL go to heaven!
DogStar - This is a neat site to "put your dog in the stars "
The Rainbow Bridge Poem
Read a great essay about why dogs WILL go to heaven!
DogStar - This is a neat site to "put your dog in the stars "
The Rainbow Bridge Poem