Animal Crackers

A place for my daily adventures into the dog world with my companion. Pictures, poems, and ramblings about the canines that have touched my life and made me who I am today with an occasional side trip for no particular reason. PLEASE USE REFRESH TO UPDATE POSTS IF NECESSARY

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Location: Midwest, United States

I am a senior citizen who enjoys writing and other forms of communication. I enjoy designing cards for all occasions. Dogs have always been a major part of my life. I have published my own dog magazine, written dog columns for a local newspaper's web site and major TV station web site, and conducted informational classes about dogs through the library system for over 25 years. I write poems about each one of my dogs. My biggest achievement was becoming a member of Mensa. Music makes me happy. I love to dance. Skating was my life when I was young. Adopting a rescue dog has given me a new start in life. He has taught me so much.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

ANOTHER SAD DAY

PLEASE STOP! PLEASE...........

This morning's e-mail brought more sad news. Melodie's pal from obedience school will join her at the Rainbow Bridge this week. My heart is so heavy. The tears will not stop. I have always been told that God never gives you more than you can handle. This is one of those times when that is really being put to the test. I am still hurting and mourning my loss of Melodie and Chaucie just months apart. Now Michele has had to say goodbye to Abby. Thursday Bonnie will say goodbye to Shadow. No, I don't think I can handle this. Maybe twenty or thirty years ago I could find a way, but not now. I'm too old. I don't want this to happen. It feels like my whole world is coming to an end. I can only sit here in my office and hug Dakota for dear life. Unfortunately he can read my mind and senses my hurt and he is scared. He wants to run away from me. I let go. It's not fair to impose my pain and anger on him. He goes to my husband in his office. He feels safe there. There are no sad vibes. I keep telling myself I must not do this to him. He is a very senior guy. He is suppose to be happy and having fun. I should be outside with him playing ball and laughing. But it has to wait. Life is not fair. I must mourn with Michele and Bonnie. That is part of my life and the way I am. I sit and wonder how a veterinarian manages to deal with this. They have far more sadness in a year than a physician I'm sure. Through the years of writing columns and conducting classes I've had my share of sad news days. They don't get any easier. But I wouldn't change it for one minute. I have shared many wonderful companions with their families - the good times and the not so good times. I chose that path and am glad I did. Today is hard, yesterday was hard, my last year was hard but it gets easier with time. You never forget and the sadness never goes away totally but the happy memories come and carry you through. My previous posts on Goldwood and my Goldens have brought back so many wonderful memories. The journey will continue. But first we must get through these sad days.

NO MORE! PLEASE - NO MORE!