Re: Skippy, 12 y/o Yorkie with likely pituitary tumor (Trilostane)
Bless you, Carole. This is one of the hardest things we have to face. You and your precious boy have fought the "good fight" from day one, side by sided, united every step of the way. I have watched your journey with joy, sorrow, inspiration, and empathy. There is so little I can do for you now but be here if you need to talk. But do let me do this for you and for Skippy - let my belief in the next life give you a bit a comfort, my belief that you will walk with Skippy by your side and I will walk with Squirt by my side once again some day. The imprint you talk about is forever...that "tie that binds" never breaks. They remain with us always in one form or the other, their memories live on. I hope one day you hear Skippy's nails clicking down the hallway as I do Squirt's and you will know in your heart your baby boy is there.
You are a great mom and have done your best, and beyond, to give Skippy the very best life possible regardless of the situation. I know he is grateful and will leave this life on the wings of your love. Please know we are here for you - we DO understand.
My deepest sympathies,
Leslie
Instructions To a Guardian Angel of Dogs
By ginger Patton
Hello. I’ve been expecting you for quite some time.
Here, come sit beside us for awhile
and let me tell you about this old friend of mine.
He might look tattered or maybe old
But I won’t say goodbye until you’ve been told.
He had the brightest eyes I had ever seen,
And wore a beautiful fur coat that would outshine a king.
He was never prissy but walked with an aire ……
And oh so polite, you could take him most anywhere.
He could run like the wind and could catch anything he chased
But he protected and sat with me when I had problems to face.
You could not find a friend nearly so dear.
Because no matter the trouble he always stayed near…
He has never asked for much from me;
Just to love and respect him and I think you’ll agree,
To give him a good meal plus a nice warm bed is not much to ask
When he has given me all his love and to him this was no task.
Now I understand you have a schedule to keep.
But I have a small favor before he nods off to sleep.
Please fold your wings around him and let him feel young while in no pain.
Dear Guardian Angel of Pets,
please keep him safe and happy until I see him again.
By Ginger Patton
"May you know that absence is full of tender presence and that nothing is ever lost or forgotten." John O'Donahue, "Eternal Echoes"
Death is not a changing of worlds as most imagine, as much as the walls of this world infinitely expanding.