Life Goes On

Everyting seems so different in our house.

Mom and Dad are still so sad cause da Tucker isn't wit us anymore.  Me tries to tell Mom dat him is still here butt her can't see him.  Silly Mom.  Guess me jus' has to sit on hers lap more so her isn't so sad anymore.

Her didn't even have da flashy beast out dis week so me has no new fotos to shows ya'll.

{BIG SIGH}

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Ok, Mom, now you says HELLO to everyones...

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Ok, Amber, it is different around here without my "little guy" as I would call him following me everywhere I went.  But he is in my heart and he always will be.

A very special THANK YOU for all your wonderful, kind comments on our loss.  That helped us more than anything.  Just knowing we aren't alone to face our grief is more cherished that words can say.

THANK YOU, FRIENDS

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Since we haven't taken any pictures since Tucker left us, I would like to share something else with you.  A friend sent this to me last week after Tucker died, and it really made me stop and think about every word.  I hope that you can all relate to it in some way.

(By the way, this also applies to our feline friends)

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I Am Your Dog

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like
to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have
to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are
running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly
grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your
computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy
now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft
muzzle.

You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you
see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no
other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior
wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To
slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you
have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of other of my kind,
passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly
it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly
before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when
we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the
love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free
in a distant land.

I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next
week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when
deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you
did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your
sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit
down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you
see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to
heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come
to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one
another's eyes, and talk.

I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a
tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life
in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul
to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I
can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of
you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all
your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world,
and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes,
and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will
know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.

--Love, (on behalf of canines everywhere)
Author Unknown