Have I finally found my friends? (Palmer has crossed over the Bridge)

I'm so sorry for your loss and the heartache it has left in it's wake. Be gentle with yourself.

Sincere condolences....

Dear Susan,
I've been absent for a bit, I am so sorry for your loss. I share in your heartbreak and tears.

Rest in Peace sweet Palmer. You are our newest and brightest star in the sky.

Susan,
I had to smile at the story of Palmer's feet and the grass:D. They do the funniest things as puppies. Dexter used to bark like crazy at pine cones.:p It's been 2 years since he passed and I still miss him, I won't lie to you. It has gotten easier, and we have adopted 2 pups from great rescue organizations. I still wish I could have him back, but I've gotten together a memory book and now I smile with the tears. Palmer will alwas be in your heart. He was a lucky guy, some pups never experience the love that he did.
Christy
We LOVE reading the stories.

Susan and family,

I am so sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you.

Carol

Susan,

I am just hearing this evening and am so sorry for your loss.

Scott

Hi-
I have been reading the very nice thoughts that have been expressed. They are very helpful and I thank you.

Day #2 is perhaps a bit better.

I have this boulder in my stomach. I so miss my buddy. It's so hard to believe he's gone. This came on as such a surprise and went so fast. Looking back we can see that it's been a good month or more that Palmer did not feel well, did not eat well, did not play with chew toys as he always did.

-Susan

Hi Susan,

Thanks so much for checking back in with us. I can only imagine how hard this has been for you, given how quickly everything has happened. But I am so glad to know that things are feeling even a tiny bit better for you today.

I also want to make sure you know that you have some private messages awaiting you. There is no rush whatsoever in your reading them. But just to let you know that they are there.

Has Ryan still been able to stay with you over the weekend? I know how grateful you are that he was able to be with you when you all bid Palmer farewell.

Please keep touching base with us, OK? And please share any more stories that come to your mind. It is a special gift for all of us to get to read about our Cushpups at ALL the stages of their lives...

Continuing hugs,
Marianne

Hi Marianne,

Thanks for the heads up about the messages. I hadn't thought to look there.

Ryan is still here and will be leaving tomorrow afternoon. He and I got in the "cool" tub today and played catch, talked, splashed and laughed. He's been a big help to me keeping my mind occupied. The three of us ate dinner and talked about Palmer. Bob said the tears can be gone, with things better, then you get these waves. That's how it is for me.

I'm blank on the stories right now. I am sure they will come in a few days.

It's been such a help to come here and look for more encouragement.

Thanks.

Big hug back!

-Susan

I have added one picture of Palmer. It was taken just before we left for the vet's office.
-Susan

Palmer always had this way of sashaying about. His tail was up and curled around. He walked with pride. Sometimes he had a look of mischief.

When he was younger, Palmer had a little trick. Bob would get in to take a shower and leave his slip-on slippers outside the door. Palmer would sneak in and grab one slipper and madly dash out. I'd hear Bob say "Palmer has my slipper!" He never chewed the slippers, he just kind of gummed them. He liked the game.

And socks! Palmer would almost take a sock off your foot. If he got a hold of a sock, he would madly run around. And you could not ever catch Palmer. If you stopped, he would stop and gnaw on the sock. If you moved toward him, he was off and running.

One Christmas we set up a mini-train on our dining table. The table is round and the train track just fit around the edges. It is glass topped. When we ran the train, Palmer ran around the table trying to catch it, barking at it all the way.

And of course, he loved unwrapping his presents. The paper was always better than whatever was inside. He loved the sound of paper ripping. Any time one of us had a present to open, we'd let Palmer do the unwrapping. It kind of made it into two presents.

He was such a sweetheart.