Dog Memories

moneylady · Joined: 06 Mar 2007 Posts: 284

I was visiting another Dog forum and read a post that reminded
me of some old memories of when I was a child, many years ago.
This lady had a dog who had been very ill throughout its life in her home and this lady had loved and nursed it through all the pain and sickness.
Now the dog is dying of cancer and she was saying how hard it would be
when this family member passes on.

As a child we had a dog that had been given to our family and we just
loved that old dog with all of hearts. With 3 kids in our family that old
dog didn't want for petting or hugs. That dog selpt on our beds and always was our close companion everywhere we kids went. When that dog died of old age, we could hardly bear the pain, and we cried for a
long time. I would ask my mother, if that dog would be in heaven when we
died. She said she hoped so. Memories live on in my heart of this dog
who loved us and especially me. I now have Missy J and that dog is so
close in my heart, that I know it would be so hard if any thing happens
to her. But, I want to build a memory to live on in my heart, with
pictures of her and taking more time to walk her and play with her.
You never know when death will come and NOW is the time to build the
memories that will live on.

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texbean · Joined: 19 Mar 2007 Posts: 180

Hi moneylady, been away and always miss on some of the
posting. You must be religious. Well my take is if God made these dogs
there must be a place for these special pets. My reddog is one, love this old dog. Had a good memory when reddog was small.

Reddog was about 5 mos old and I thought I had the most, the greatest little dog in the world. I took a walk and reddog was ahead of me. I kinda lost my balance on the creek bank and down I went into the water. It wasn't much water, but just enough to scare reddog. Into the water, and that little dog pulled on my shirt till I got up in a sitting position. I started
laughing, because reddog was washing my face and pulling on me like I was just saved from drowning. I always will remember that time, it was so wonderful and thats when I really understood this wonderful little bundle, which is now a large red companion who still pulls on shirt when I go near the creek where I tumbled in the water. Memory is long and memories are very sweet. There has to be a DOG HEAVEN. Very Happy

starbound · Joined: 19 Mar 2007 Posts: 41

I'm from AZ, the land where the sun shines and shines. In my heart of hearts, I have a very deep believe that there has to be a special place where these special little friends must have a home called Heaven. They give so much to our lives and give there whole love unconditionally. God must have a place where the essense of their little lives lingers for all to know how great the creation is. My little yorkie, Sweetie, has given me a album of beautiful memories that play over and over in mind. I know Sweetie is bound for 'Doggie Heaven' at least that is
what my heart says.

Emmalou · Joined: 08 Mar 2007 Posts: 52

I remember a story like this one and when I read your post I cried.
It must be the same with lots of us who have ever had a special pet who
left big holes in the heart of all who loved it. But the memories are sweet
and I remember our little Bull Dog who belonged to my grandfather. That old dog was so sweet and we kids just loved him with all our hearts. When
Bowbow died we all cried and cried. My grandfather was never the same after that dog passed on. But the memories lingered on with all of us and
the pictures were so wonderful and are still sweet to look at.

happyfeet · Joined: 09 Apr 2007 Posts: 33

Before I got Ginger I had been real sick and had some surgery.
It was a hard time for me and no one seemed to understand the very
hurtful time it was for me. And a friend came to see me at the hospital and than again when I came home and showed me her little teacup yorkie
that she had for some time. I just couldn't believe how small it was.
It was named JOY because of the happy way she looked all the time. I never forgot the friendly way this lady was and how wonderful she was when she came to visit, and always she told me how this little dog changed her life. Joy came when her husband died and brought her out
of depression, and Joy always did the same when she visited the sick
people. When Ginger came to me, I will always remember, because Joy
was our first visitor that day Ginger was carried home. Ginger is like
Joy, everyone feels good when they look and talk to her. Joy is a memory
and so is my little Ginger.

jazzgirl · Joined: 08 Mar 2007 Posts: 74