Wow Sweet Stories! My Dad was nasty as he got older and yet was a good Dad when I was little. When I was 9, we got Tammy, a German Shepherd/Collie mix; a beautiful black dog with brown legs and feet; 90 lbs soaking wet when she was healthy; she lived about 14 years. Next I bought a Pekinese/Poodle, Black n White, He was My Angel Puppy; He went on Many adventures with Mom and I, suffered some arthritis, a major stroke and lived, and died of old age at 16 1/2 yrs old. We were devastated; he was our Little Brandy-Pooh, A special friend! Next I we got Molly Little-Bear, aka Molly-Louise, lol; She was an English Cocker Spaniel, She lived with us 10 years; she was a rescue, as was Tammy; Brandy I bought from a Store in 1979. Molly died of Respiratory failure at 13 years old. In the meantime I had Met Henry and had My First Pom; Then got two More; had to Re-home Dusty (the first); he was jealous of Henry's love for me; and was very aggressive toward him. It broke My heart. I still Have Bubba and Monkey and now three cats... By the By I went thru My vet to find a home for Dusty and he got a great home and is doing well. I will adopt again... Soon! maybe in a year or two. Much love and hugs to fur-babies and their families; From Mama Carole and her five Fur-babies!
________________________________ From: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sat, July 31, 2010 3:45:52 PM Subject: Re: {Disarmed} Re: [Chihuahuas] Growing old what a touching story :-) My dad had dogs when he was a young boy, but had never had one in my lifetime. He use to talk about how he would like to have a collie. One day I saw a lady looking for a home for two collies so I went and got them and gave one to my dad. He LOVED that dog. Daddy was killed in a car wreck about a month after he got the dog. He lived 3 days in the hospital before dying from his injuries, but even there, he told everyone about his dog and was worried to death that his dog would leave ect while he was in the hospital. I had to come home and chain his dog up so he wouldn't worry. He didn't get to have much time with his dog, but I thank the good lord that he gave me the opportunity to provide that short month of happiness to my dad :-) Marsha > This really brought tears to my eyes. My Dad wore those soft grey > sweatshirts- mainly because they hid the hair of his > beloved Dalmatian Ramses. That dog was his true love, best friend and > child. Those 2 were inseparable. I couldn't understand their > relationship until I got Frida. Dalmatians are one owner dogs too. > Ramses tolerated anyone else besides my Dad. He would sit at the top > of > the stairs when my Dad left and wait dedicatedly until he returned. I > would joke that Ramses ate better in college than I did. My Dad would > buy him his own hamburger when they went for lunch. I ate Ramen > Noodles. When he died a little piece of my Dad died. Thanks for sharing > this poem. > > Rylee and Frida This email contains correspondence from an attorney and may contain privileged information. If you are not the intended receipient, please delete. Do not tell god how big your storm is. Tell the storm how big your God is. http://taylorstots.tripod.com/ ------------------------------------ " Lets talk about our wonderful little friends! Join today! " Yahoo! Groups Links
