michelehbc
08-06-2008, 01:01 AM
We have been on the subject of our fondest memories of pets, and I wanted to share these two angels with ya'll.
These are the dogs who taught me to love animals.
We got Sunny when I was 4, a man was going to tie her in a sack and throw her in the river. My Mother's friend heard about it, and stole her away, and brought her to us. She was a beautiful golden retriever who loved everyone and was a nurturer, mothering everyone! She hated to leave my Mother's side, but she let me sprawl all over her, and play with her, though she was a lady, not the wrestling type, you know.
When we got Dozer I was 8. Sunny was always my mother's baby, and Dozer quickly became mine. He came to me when he was a tiny pup, a pipsqueek of a boxer, our neighbor bought him, and could not handle him. He was meant to be mine. As he grew, and MAN did he grow, he became a big strong muscular dog, with the heart of a kitten. He was my best friend in the whole world. We would cruise through the woods together, exploring and playing, rolling in the mud,and looking for trouble! One snowy night, I was playing in the yard with Dozer, and I threw a stick, and he came back and put something in my hand to throw for him, but it was not a stick- it was a FROZEN DEAL SQUIRREL!!! At night, he would curl up in my bed, and dream with me about running in the woods again. When kids at school were *******s, Dozer was always there. When I felt down and pimply and fat as a teen, Dozer thought that I was a beautiful fairy princess who needed to be keeesed and keesed.
When I was 17, Dozer developed a brain tumor. We tried EVERYTHING. Even holistic medicine, herbs, a dog psychic, acupuncture. He eventually became so confused that I was the only person he recognized, and when I was away, he became desperate and scared. I had to make the decision to put him down. He was my baby, and my mom let me make the call. I said NO NO NO, until one night, I woke up, and my precious baby was not in bed with me. He had jumped down and gotten stuck under my bedside table. He was moaning softly to himself, he was so muddled that he could not figure out how to back out from underneath the table. My heart broke, and I knew it was time. A week later, I drove him to the vet. I seriously contemplated driving away with him, and never looking back. I asked him what he thought about that, and he looked at me with sad sad, tired and confused eyes. I knew. I just knew. I sat in the back room of that vet's office and held my big boy, 55 pounds now, down from 70, in my lap, just like I always had, and as he passed, I whispered in his ear "I love you, my big boy, mommy loves you forever" I felt him shiver one last time, and leave. I buried him in the woods where we used to play. I did it alone, I dug the hole, and I put him in, wrapped in the comforter off of my childhood bed where we had shared so many sweet dreams. I still go visit him sometimes..I talk to him, and I buried a 12 page letter with him, telling him how damn special he was. When I get to wherever I am going when I leave this life, his face is the first I want to see.
After he passed, Sunny was 13 at the time, and she was so confused and sad that her little baby was gone. We went through some rough times. She healed, and so did we. Sunny lived to be old for her breed, 16. When she was old and blind, she would follow me, or mom around the house by putting her nose on us when she laid down, so she knew when we moved, and she could follow us! She went in her sleep, in my mom's bed. My Mom said she would not have it any other way.
These dogs, they were, no, they are so special to me. They helped make me who I am, and I thank God that I was blessed with them, even though their time was more brief than mine.
These are the only photos I could dig up tonight, most of them I took, so I am not in many:
The day we got Dozer
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04659.jpg
The D-man in his usual place (this was Christmas morning, and Papa's leg is in the way, but it is still one of my fave pics for some reason)
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04666.jpg
Dozer helping my brother learn to walk
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04662.jpg
Blowing the fluff
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04660.jpg
Sunny's frosty face (those kind eyes, you see? )
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04664.jpg
These are the dogs who taught me to love animals.
We got Sunny when I was 4, a man was going to tie her in a sack and throw her in the river. My Mother's friend heard about it, and stole her away, and brought her to us. She was a beautiful golden retriever who loved everyone and was a nurturer, mothering everyone! She hated to leave my Mother's side, but she let me sprawl all over her, and play with her, though she was a lady, not the wrestling type, you know.
When we got Dozer I was 8. Sunny was always my mother's baby, and Dozer quickly became mine. He came to me when he was a tiny pup, a pipsqueek of a boxer, our neighbor bought him, and could not handle him. He was meant to be mine. As he grew, and MAN did he grow, he became a big strong muscular dog, with the heart of a kitten. He was my best friend in the whole world. We would cruise through the woods together, exploring and playing, rolling in the mud,and looking for trouble! One snowy night, I was playing in the yard with Dozer, and I threw a stick, and he came back and put something in my hand to throw for him, but it was not a stick- it was a FROZEN DEAL SQUIRREL!!! At night, he would curl up in my bed, and dream with me about running in the woods again. When kids at school were *******s, Dozer was always there. When I felt down and pimply and fat as a teen, Dozer thought that I was a beautiful fairy princess who needed to be keeesed and keesed.
When I was 17, Dozer developed a brain tumor. We tried EVERYTHING. Even holistic medicine, herbs, a dog psychic, acupuncture. He eventually became so confused that I was the only person he recognized, and when I was away, he became desperate and scared. I had to make the decision to put him down. He was my baby, and my mom let me make the call. I said NO NO NO, until one night, I woke up, and my precious baby was not in bed with me. He had jumped down and gotten stuck under my bedside table. He was moaning softly to himself, he was so muddled that he could not figure out how to back out from underneath the table. My heart broke, and I knew it was time. A week later, I drove him to the vet. I seriously contemplated driving away with him, and never looking back. I asked him what he thought about that, and he looked at me with sad sad, tired and confused eyes. I knew. I just knew. I sat in the back room of that vet's office and held my big boy, 55 pounds now, down from 70, in my lap, just like I always had, and as he passed, I whispered in his ear "I love you, my big boy, mommy loves you forever" I felt him shiver one last time, and leave. I buried him in the woods where we used to play. I did it alone, I dug the hole, and I put him in, wrapped in the comforter off of my childhood bed where we had shared so many sweet dreams. I still go visit him sometimes..I talk to him, and I buried a 12 page letter with him, telling him how damn special he was. When I get to wherever I am going when I leave this life, his face is the first I want to see.
After he passed, Sunny was 13 at the time, and she was so confused and sad that her little baby was gone. We went through some rough times. She healed, and so did we. Sunny lived to be old for her breed, 16. When she was old and blind, she would follow me, or mom around the house by putting her nose on us when she laid down, so she knew when we moved, and she could follow us! She went in her sleep, in my mom's bed. My Mom said she would not have it any other way.
These dogs, they were, no, they are so special to me. They helped make me who I am, and I thank God that I was blessed with them, even though their time was more brief than mine.
These are the only photos I could dig up tonight, most of them I took, so I am not in many:
The day we got Dozer
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04659.jpg
The D-man in his usual place (this was Christmas morning, and Papa's leg is in the way, but it is still one of my fave pics for some reason)
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04666.jpg
Dozer helping my brother learn to walk
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04662.jpg
Blowing the fluff
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04660.jpg
Sunny's frosty face (those kind eyes, you see? )
http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n132/michelehbc/DSC04664.jpg