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Last Login: 4/23/2007 1:20:36 PM
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| I have always tryed to coop with remembering that he/she is in a better place if they were still here they would be having a horrible life trying to get around with the diffrent diseses they have. I dont like visting this part of the fourm because its so sad. if you want me you will find me in Dogs its too sad here 
"Even the tiniest Poodle or Chihuahua is still a wolf at heart.""In a perfect world, every dog would have a home and every home would have a dog." "Dogs are really people with short legs and fur coats." 
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One thing I will remember most about puzzy was how when my mom would let her out in the field with no leash and puzzy would always come back and never left the yard. It was really hard when puzzy died. She was a really good dog. I have a little shelf in my house that has a photo of her and on the other side is star. But now Star is here , to help take her off my mind 
 Star: *Proud Eskie/golden mix*
Pushing me away, every last word, every single thing you say pushing me away, try to stop it now but it's already too late pushing me away, If you really don't care then say it to my face pushing me away, push push pushing me away tell me the truth, cause I'm so confused ,spinning around these walls are fallin down and I need you, more than you know, im not letting go, im getting closer take my hand and tell me why, pushing me away every last word. push push pushing me away. - Jonas Brothers
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| We had a Golden Retriever named Casey. We had her since she was a little puppy, about a month and a half old or so. She was the runt of her litter, but she grew to be a bear. She probably weighed about 130 +. She was huge. She loved to play with tennis balls. The thing I really remember about her is that she would swing her huge tail around like a baseball bat and would knock me an my sister ( or anything in its path) over. She got really sick sometime in 1999 ( i cant remember exactly), so we took her to the vet. She was about 11 yrs old. The vet ran bloodwork, and her white count came back extremely high, as well as some other stuff. He determined that the most probable thing that was making her sick like this was that she had cancer on her Pancreas, which he said was enlarged. The only way that they would know for sure was to do exploratory surgery. We opted out of that one, and decided to let her stay at home until she died. The vet gave us some pain meds for her to take to keep her comfortable. About three weeks later, she stopped eating and drinking, and started slobbering excessively- all in one day. Prior to this, she was still playing with her tennis ball . Anyway, her eyes got really glassy, and me and my sister were petting her and holding her in our laps. She suddenly had a major seizure and was gone. My mom and dad were at work, and we called them and said that Casey had gone- of course, we were blubbering. They had us cover her with a sheet until they got home. When my mom came home, she and our neighbor buried Casey under a pretty little oak tree. We wrapped her in a blue sheet, and put a tennis ball in her grave with her. ( I also have my two birds, Sassy and Pete buried there too. Sassy- 3 yrs old, a peach faced lovebird, died in January 2001, and Pete -2 1/2 yrs old, a green American Budie,died on December 4 2006. They both got really sick.) This is a really shortened version of what happened, as there was alot more that happened the day she died, and the day before. Casey was the sweetest dog in the world. She lived for her tennis balls. I miss her so much. Dogs really do leave pawprints on our hearts.
  Megan Rusty God Loves You! 
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I remember the crying the tears the saying good by. I remember the last lick he gave me before he passed on.
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| when the vet injected the first needle (one shot wasnt enough for him) he was looking at me like "why?" i will never forget that moment as long as i live
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| When it came time to help Pip, my first Beagle, cross over The Rainbow Bridge, we both knew that he was ready for the journey. We were blessed with a vet who was gentle, loving and allowed us the time we needed to say goodbye. I had taken all of Pip's bedding, so he would feel comfortable. Pip was beautiful, had justifiable pride in himself and loved people seeing in him what he saw in himself. He did, indeed, have a death with dignity. He lay very calmly on his blankets, as I stroked, talked and soothed him. When Dr. Bean came in, to join us in our last minutes, he hugged me. Pip, who was lying on his blankets looking like The Sphinx just lowered his head slowly and peacefully into my hands. Even though I had said a prayer before the injection, I kept petting him and said, "Good night sweet prince and flights of angels send thee to thy rest." Now, Pip could be with his older sister, Gypsy, who had crossed The Rainbow Bridge just nine months before. I was, of course, very sad to let go of Pip and Gypsy but I feel that releasing a pet, surrounded with our love for them, is the final act of love that we can give to them. Both Pip and Gypsy aren't really gone anyway. I just can't see them anymore! I feel their presence around me like a gentle wind, and I am comforted in knowing that I will see them again.
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| that i didnt get to say buy. and i fell some what at falt. my mom had just let lilly out and i called the house and she just steped in the door to pick up the phone and walk out and in that 10 sec. lilly got hit by a car and she was never in the road some kid drove off the road to hit her in the ditch
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