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

Because of your beautiful memories, Palmer will live on in your heart and never really be too far away. Allthough you may no longer be able to touch him, your wonderful memories will allow you to close your eyes and remember how his fur felt, that wonderful smell when you buried your nose in his fur.

I am so sorry for your unexpected lose. The pain is so bad because the joy was so great.

How lucky you both were to have each other.

Addy

What wonderful stories Susan - I love the image of the train and opening presents. You have some great memories of a special little boy. We love stories!!

Love and many hugs,

Hi Susan,

Thanks for coming by and sharing your stories of Palmer's life with you and your family. Those precious memories will bring you comfort and joy as the days go by. Hold fast to them when the pain grows strong and know you are not alone.

Hugs,
Leslie and the girls - always

Hi-
It is finally getting to be a bit more bearable. No tears so far today. Yesterday was a disaster!

I've ordered a flower arrangement to take to the vet. It's made out of white football mums and looks like a poodle. They have to get the mums, so I won't get it until Wednesday. I also got her a special card to go with it. She and her staff have been invaluable.

It helps to come "in here" and see words of encouragement.

Have I mentioned that Bob has changed his mind about a new puppy? We won't do anything for awhile, but maybe after the year end holidays we'll start to think about it. I told him it was lucky for him that he changed his mind, because that was going to be WWIII!

I also have the wonderful memories of Palmer playing with his remote control car......and the pictures. He barked and barked at that thing. Since it was kind of large, the only way he could figure out to attack it was to put his mouth around the huge rubber wheels.

We were so lucky.

-Susan

Susan,

Yes each day gets a little easier. Having you tell some stories about Palmer makes me feel like I really knew him. Every dog has special traits but each one has some special ways of their very own. These memories are yours to treasure and hopefully soon you will only smile when you think of them.

Jenny

Hi-
Well-it's one week today. I'm doing better. At least now I can look at his pictures. Of course, I really miss him. This evening I'm going to gather some of his stuff....treats, chew toys, etc. We are going to just box all of his stuff for now.

I saw a man walking three dogs this afternoon-they looked to be Lhasa Apso's which don't look unlike Palmer. At first I was kind of excited, then I could tell I'm not ready for anything like that yet. (Not that I expected to be.)

It was Palmer's face that caught my heart. Those deep brown eyes. The little smile he could show. I'm walking around with his collar in my pocket, just to feel close to him. I am having all the "usual" things reminding me. Like many animals, Palmer was convinced that there was another way for me to get out of the bathroom. If he was with me, we both went in. If he wasn't coming, I'd close the door. Before long there would be a scratch at the door. Sometimes it was an emphatic scratch. We got to where I could call out "Sit down....I'm coming." When I'd open the door, he'd be sitting right there. I kind of expected to see him as I came out of the bathroom yesterday.

We have left his toy basket and toys alone. It's a good sized wicker basket. Every so often, we'd corral the toys and get them all in the basket. Before long, Palmer would be picking them out, one by one. I told Bob a few days ago that I didn't want the basket touched yet. It has several toys on the floor near it. Palmer would sometimes take every toy out looking for one he knew had to be in there. One at a time, out they'd come. Sometimes he'd grab the side of the basket and tilt it over. Sometimes he dragged it out 3 or 4 feet. Once he got what he knew he wanted, off he would go with that treasure.

Palmer never liked chasing a ball and bringing it back to have it thrown again. You could throw it, or a toy, and he'd dash off madly after it. When he returned with the prize, he would not come to you. He wasn't going to give that toy back to you if you were going to throw it away.

He was kind of an independent little guy. He would get a toy out of the basket, go over to an area of the room that had lots of space and he would throw the toy up into the air. He was pretty good at that. Once I found a toy on the top of the kitchen counter. If I threw it up in the air, it did not get much of a response. But he would toss it up quite a few times and then he would stretch out with the toy in his mouth. He was quite content to lay their like that for quite some time.

Oh, how I miss him.

-Susan

Hi Susan,

Thanks for writing about Palmer, it helps me to get to know him a little bit better each time. It's funny how we remember so many special little things that they did. Palmer will live on forever in our hearts and memories.

Looking forward to hearing more about your wonderful boy.

Hi Susan,

These memories are so bittersweet, aren't they? I was thinking about how Crys used to chase her hind legs the other day and actually laughed at the memory...and then I cried. But the important thing is my first reaction was one of joy and I hope one day soon you will have the same reaction to your lovely memories of Palmer.

Hugs,
Leslie and the girls - always

Palmer sounds like he was a great companion. Isn't it funny how they have to follow you into the bathroom. It's not an interesting place, but they come in anyway, just to be with us. Dexter used to leave nose prints on the front windows from watching what was going on in the neighborhood. I didn't wash those prints off the window for a good 9 months. I still have his favorite toy. I still miss him, but that is a good thing - much love was shared between us. Your stories are wonderful, thank you so much for sharing.
Christy
At Christmas Dexter loved the boxes, he would grab a box and take off ripping it to shreds and spitting it out all over the house. Whenever a box came into the house he thought they were his. He wasn't hot on socks, but gloves OMG. He used to steal garden gloves and winter gloves. One winter he found a glove in the snow, what a prize that was!

Hi,

Some of the behavior you describe reminds me of my Zoe, she is mostly Lhasa, maybe those are Lhasa traits!:) When I look at your album, I can see right away, Palmer knew alot of love. You can sense it in your photos.

One day at a time, Lynne and I hope each day your heart has less pain.

Addy