Sugar

When my little dog Bria passed away from Conjestive heart failure, I was devasted. She was very special to me. She was my best friend for 15 years and 3 months.

After several months of grieving, I decided to get a new puppy. She can't replace Bria but at least she will keep me company. Her name is Sugar. She is a little pistol. I should have had my head examined before adopting a feisty little puppy. LOL! This is Sugar…

 

Michelle’s Weekly Pet Share

Michelle, author of the blog, “Hope* the Happy Hugger, hosts a “Weekly Pet Share” for those who wish to participate to share photos of their pets or other animals. This is my dog, Bria.

 

If you would like to join this fun event, please click on the link below:

Weekly Pet Share

 

Michelle’s Pet Share 1/27/2015

This is one of my last images of my beloved dog, Princeton. I wasn’t able to get very good photos of him because he wasn’t the ‘posing kind of dog’. He would move every single time I went to click the shot. So I’m lucky to even have one decent photo of him.

Last March, he had a stroke and I had to make the heartbreaking decision to have him euthanized. I am still grieving.

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When I decided I wanted another dog (years ago), I went to one of our local animal shelters. I saw this poor dog, about 2 years old, who was very badly emaciated, along with being very ill with an upper respiratory infection. I adopted him on the spot and immediately took him to the vet where they kept him on an IV overnight.

He turned out to be a wonderful companion. He would ride in the back seat of my car and stick his head out the window while his ears would flew in the breeze and he just loved it. That was one of his favorite things to do. Children who saw him riding in my car always got a kick of seeing his flying ears.

Having to let him go was excrutiatingly painful.

Today, I am sharing the memory of my beloved pet, Princeton, on Michelle’s (Hope* the happy hugger) Pet Share.

Interested in participating? Click on: Michelle’s Pet Share

 

Princeton

Adopted: June 19, 2003

Passed: March 18, 2014

~ We grew old together ~

 

Nurturing Thursday

Every week, the lovely Becca Givens hosts, “Nurturing Thursday,” and is the author of the blog, “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea.”

Today I have chosen to share this image for Nurturing Thursday.

This week, Utah, Becca’s Husky is very ill and I want to dedicate a post to him and to his speedy and complete recovery.

Everyone, have a wonderful and “nurturing” week.  Utah, please get well soon.  Our hearts are with you.

If you would like to join “Nurturing Thursday”, please click on this link:

https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2015/01/22/nurturing-thurs-1-22-2015/

Bria

Thirteen years ago yesterday, January 1, my neighbor brought me this adorable little 6-7 week old puppy. She told me she found her running down the street and asked me if I would take her. I agreed and immediately began looking for her owners. (I also immediately took her to the vet and got her puppy shots). I went to each neighbor and she belonged to none of them. I even put an add in the paper and no one came forward to claim her. I came to the conclusion she had been “dumped.”

About 2 weeks after she came to my house, she came down with Parvo (a highly fatal canine illness). I took her to the vet and with proper medicine he was able save her – because she had gotten her shots.

Two years ago in November, my brother’s dog bit her in the eye and she ended up losing that eye.

This is my baby, Bria. She adopted me 13 years ago, yesterday.

Michelle’s Weekly Pet Challenge by HopetheHappyHugger. If you would like to participate click on this url:

https://hopethehappyhugger.wordpress.com/2015/01/02/new/

 

 

One Word Photo Challenge: Taupe

This week for our One Word Photo Challenge, Jennifer Nichole Wells' has given us the word challenge, “Taupe.”

We are to post an image (or images) that reflects this word.

If you are interested in participating in this challege, go to Jennifer's url for more information:

http://jennifernicholewells.com/2014/12/16/one-word-photo-challenge-taupe/

The photos below are my interpretation of the word, Taupe.

This is one handsome boy!

I met this beautiful dog and his owner at the dog park recently. I asked the owner if I could photograph him and he generously accepted. The owner was posing the dog as I was taking the pictures. The dog wouldn't take his eyes off of his master.

Isn't he gorgeous!

 

 

 

 

Gallery Bria

This is my first attempt at building a gallery. I have used my little dog, Bria, as my subject. Hope it works right and you enjoy.

 

http://show-vid.com/view/42k4aax4

 

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Challenge 4 – Bliss

Photography 101 Day 4 – BLISS

I went to our local west side dog park today and this young lady was happy to let me photograph her.

Love is Bliss

The Face of Bliss

Of course, I have to put in my beautiful granddaughter! (My favorite photo)

Blissfully Happy

Hope you enjoyed them!

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Eulogy for Princeton

When I think of my sweet boy, Princeton, I feel a great big hole that is filled with great sadness. I try not to think of his last moments, lying on the vetenarians table. The vetenarian kindly asked me, “Would you like some more time?” I wanted so much to ask, “Yes please, thirteen more years. Please let us have thirteen more years.” I fought the tears because I didn't want Princeton to see me cry during his final moments. But I couldn't keep from sniffling. I put my arms around him and layed my head next to his. I didn't want to let him go. He was my best friend. He never stabbed me in the back. judged me, or hurt me. He always listened to me and seemed to understand every word. His love was pure and innocent. All he wanted was to be with me. To be near me. He hated for me to leave him, even for just a few minutes. He would wait, right at the gate for me to come home. He always knew I would come home to him and his joy for that moment was always exhilarating.

He was a diamond that I found at a local animal shelter. He was fully grown when I adopted him and had been an awesome pet ever since. Never once did I regret adopting him. How could anyone just throw him away?

As the medicine went into his veins, he cried out. Was he in pain or was he feeling my pain? The vet could end his suffering but he couldn't end mine.

I don't want to remember him lying on the vet's table lifeless. I wanted him to still be with me. I want him to be nudging me for more petting or for “just one more” treat. I wanted him to still be my side as I went through my house cleaning, having to ask him to move so I could sweep, mop or vacumn. I wanted him riding in my car with his head out the window while his ears blew in the breeze. I wanted his presence, his sweet being.

I thought of the times I would shoot him with my finger and he would fall to the ground and stick all four legs up in the air. He wasn't just dead, he was “stiff” dead. I laugh when I think about that. He loved doing that trick because he knew it always made me laugh.

He had decided it was time, not me. When he walked up my steps for the last time, he knew that he wanted it to be just that, his last time. He was old. He was blind. He was hard of hearing. His bones hurt from arthritus. He was tired and he was ready. His breathing was hard and sporatic. He tried to be strong but his old body wouldn't let him. His back legs quit working, probably from a stroke.

I found him in the middle of my yard, standing regal and beautiful sniffing the wind. I thought maybe he was in a daze, but now I believe he was listening to a voice that was only his to hear.

His heart stopped and my tears could finally be released as they dribbled down onto his beautiful black and white coat. I told him, “I'll see you soon Buddy.” He was gone, but I know he heard me. His assignment now was to go over the beautiful Rainbow Bridge and wait for me. He will be sitting right at the gate watching for me, wagging his tail in joyful anticipation.

I know, without a doubt, that when it is my time to go, he will be right there waiting, as always, to walk me home.

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He Lost the Fight

This morning when I woke up, the first thing I did was look for my dog, Princeton. (I have written several posts about him). When I found him, he was out in the middle of my yard in a daze. I called for him and he recognized me and came over to the steps. Once I got him into the house, he wouldn't/couldn't move and was breathing hard.

He has been doing so very well. In fact, I cut down on his dog food, he started losing some weight and has been able to get around much easier. I felt like we had gotten over the hill. Until this morning.

I immediately made an appointment with the veternarian and my friend and I were able to get him into my car.

There was only one thing the vet could do for him and that was to relieve him of suffering. Sadly, he couldn't relieve me of mine.

My heart is broken. This morning, Princeton went over the Rainbow Bridge and is now running through the beautiful green fields.

I will miss my dear loyal friend.

 

 

 

 

Pictures from Pinterest

 

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