Our Friends at the Rainbow Bridge


HUGO

image:  Hugo

Last Friday my beautiful baby boy Hugo died of a serious brain infection. It was such a shock and so fast. We did everything we could to save him. We took him to Ste Hyacinthe's Hospital past Montreal where a world renowned neurologist took care of him but it wasn't enough. He was only 14 months old and the best thing that ever happened to us.

We have owned many dogs but this one was so special, he made us laugh and cry every single day, reminding us to always live in the moment, to get out of bed every day and greet the day with joy and exuberance. Never slow down unless it's to kiss someone quickly and run. Always play, if no one wants to play with you play by yourself and entertain everyone until they want to join you. Love everyone equally while making each person feel that you are their favourite person in the whole world. Eat only what pleases you, leave the rest there is always more where that came from.

Race around the yard like a mad maniac, then power nap and do it again until everyone around you is laughing and dizzy. Make friends with the world and the world will be your friend. Listen carefully then do as you please, people will be so captivated by your obvious intelligence they won't even notice you carried on where you left off. Charm the pants off the mailman, he will tell the whole neighborhood what a great guy you are and make your parents proud.

I never knew anything could hurt so much. I feel like someone ripped my heart out of my chest. It was our job to protect this incredibly happy, innocent creature and we failed miserably.

He brought such light and love into our lives and to everyone who knew him.

Sharon McKeil,  June 2009

 

 

image:  Spike sitting on the deck

image:  Spike on blanket

SPIKE

Spike was my best buddy, my constant companion for the past 14 years. Sometimes I think he was more human than dog; we knew each other so well. A typical Jack Russell terrier, he was a real rabble-rouser but he also loved to be "sucky boy". He loved to cuddle.  I will miss him, and love him forever.

Jane Mundy

 

 

Patches Smiling

Patches

THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF

PATCHES SINGER
1995 - February 27, 2007

I, PATCHES SINGER, because the burden of my years and infirmities is heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my last will and testament in the mind of my Mistress. She will not know it is there until after I am dead. Then, remembering me in her loneliness, she will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask her then to inscribe it as a memorial to me.

I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property. They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain the objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my faith. These I leave to all those who have loved me, to my Mistress, who I know will mourn me most, to Sara, Marty, Mickey, Daisy, Annabelle, Nellie and Echo. But if I should list all those who have loved me, it would force my Mistress to write a book. Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near death, which returns all beasts and vanities to dust, but I have always been an extremely lovable and well-behaved dog.

I ask my Mistress to remember me always, but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to her in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in her happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause her pain. Let her remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and this I owe to her love and care for me), now that I have grown blind and deaf, my pride has sunk to a bewildered humiliation. I feel life is taunting me with having over-lingered my welcome. It is time I said good-bye, before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me. It will be sorrow to leave them, but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What may come after death, who knows? I would like to believe with my fellow Cockers, that there is a Paradise where one is always young and full-bladdered; where all the day one dillies and dallies all day with a squeaky toy; where each blissful hour is mealtime; where in long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams, remembering the old brave days on earth, and the love of one's Mistress.

I am afraid this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect. But peace, at least, is certain. Peace and long rest for weary old heart and head and limbs, and eternal sleep in the earth I have loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best.

Now I would ask my Mistress, for love of me, to have another dog. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me in the family, now she cannot live without a dog! I have never had a narrow jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good (and one cat, the black one I have permitted to share the living room rug during the evenings, whose affection I have tolerated in a kindly spirit, and in rare sentimental moods, even reciprocated a trifle). Some dogs, of course, are better than others. Cockers, naturally, as everyone knows, are best. So I suggest a Cocker as my successor. She can hardly be as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and beautiful as I was in my prime. My Mistress must not ask the impossible. But she will do her best, I am sure, and even her inevitable defects will help by comparison to keep my memory green. To her I bequeath my collar and leash and my overcoat and toys. She can never wear them with the panache I did, all eyes fixed on me in admiration; but again I am sure she will do her utmost not to appear a mere gauche provincial dog.

And for all her faults, I hereby wish her the happiness I know will be hers in my old home.

One last word of farewell, Dear Mistress, say to yourself with regret but also with happiness in your heart at the remembrance of my happy life with you: "Here is one who loved me and whom I loved". No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.

Originally written by Eugene O'Neill for Silverdene Emblem O'Neill, see http://www.eoneill.com/texts/blemie/contents.htm, revised by Joanne Singer for Patches.

 

 

Murphy

August 1996 – August 2007

It is with great sadness that we say goodbye to our beloved Murphy. Our best friend, Murphy inspired a new, life-changing passion in Calvin, sharing the deepest bond and dedicated companionship for 11 wonderful years. Murphy offered us unconditional love, strength and quiet solace over the years. Words cannot express our thanks and privilege to have known Murphy and share his spirited character. We will forever remember him with the fondest of memories and we pay homage to him, for he taught us life lessons of simplicity and happiness.
 

Goodbye sweet Murphy.

Murphy

Calvin Thompson and Chantal Bordeleau    
 


 

Isaac

ISAAC - NOVEMBER 1995 to MAY 2008
 

May 13, 2008 Isaac passed on at the age of 12 ½ years.  Being an exceptional guide dog he continued working even after it was discovered that he had epilepsy.  After retirement he became a companionable walking partner for Nancy, Travis, and Amy as well as an important family member.

Isaac was a multi talented sort of dog .  As a puppy he was given the opportunity to train in the Movie and Entertainment field.  This added confidence to his guiding ability.  He was tenacious, loyal and curious with a strong personality.  He was always willing to help around the house whether it involved dragging groceries in from the car or inspecting workmen’s tool boxes.  His ability to focus allowed him to catch individual snowflakes and raindrops while guiding.

He had a good sense of humour.  After retiring I recall the time he stepped into Wazey’s harness without me realizing he had done so.  Isaac guided me downtown for the day and I did not know the difference till that evening when arriving home I was informed by my daughter that I had left Wazey behind.

There are numerous similar situations that come to mind but too many to list.  His personality endeared him to many. 

In his declining years as a blind diabetic he was not deterred from his daily walks or enjoying the outdoors.  It gave him immense pleasure to sun himself in the backyard.

He was popular at the Blair Animal Hospital.  We would like to express a special thank you to the staff for the caring attitude and compassion shown throughout the years.

Rest in peace, Old Buddy.  Wazey misses you and Elton is waiting.

Ian and Nancy Martin


Olive

Olive Kitchen-Molsberry

Playmate, Companion, Teacher, Best Friend:  Sept. 16, 1999-April 27, 2010

Even before we got to know her winning personality, Olive’s appearance alone made it clear she was going to be special dog right from the start.

In addition to the black-and-silver variety of the mini schnauzer breed being quite rare, it’s common for this striking coloring to completely fade to shades of grey in the first year.   Not so with Olive who, much to her breeder’s delight, kept her distinctive jet black fur and silver markings all her life.

Besides her silky silver paws, muzzle, chest and underside of that cute little tail, Olive’s delightfully fuzzy silver eyebrows were the source of many amused comments in the dog park, as they gave her face great character and perfectly contrasted with her soft, soulful dark eyes.

These infamous eyebrows were coupled with a set of exceptionally expressive ears that were downright telegraphic.  We lost count of how many positions she could put them in, each one communicating a very distinct meaning, including excited, quizzical, blissfully happy, curious, content or out-and-out mischievous.  Our favourite quickly became her ‘airplane ears’ -- stuck straight out to the side Pippy Longstocking-style, flapping gloriously in the breeze whenever she gleefully took off in a run.

Although her sweet temperament was typical of a mini-schnauzer -- outgoing, intelligent and extremely affectionate – Olive defied other terrier characteristics and marched to her own drum, living in perfect harmony with our two cats and a younger schnauzer, and most notably never chasing a single squirrel who crossed her path.

More than anything, she just wanted to do whatever her two Moms were doing, whether it was going for a jog along the Canal, puttering around the garden, nuzzling on the couch together or enjoying a jaunty stroll around the neighbourhood with her signature walking style of ‘step-step-hop’, due to a spinal condition remedied by monthly canine chiropractic adjustments.(Another indication of which species really ran the show in our house!)

Exceptionally bright and well trained, Olive loved to perform for an adoring audience and was happy to work for Cheerios.  In addition to being litter-trained while we lived in an apartment during her puppyhood, Olive could perform a range of tricks, like selecting specific toys from a pile, putting her paws together and bowing her head to ‘pray’, ringing a bell to let us know she wanted to go outside, or putting a paw on members of the household by name when requested.  Her specialty, however, was dramatically falling to her side and playing dead if we said “Bang!” and ‘shot’ her with a pointed finger.

Olive enjoyed a wide circle of canine companions, and especially relished play dates with other mini schnauzers, like her gentle step-sister Cleo and next-door best buddy Farley.  She also made exceptions to the ‘all-schnauzer rule’ for Gala the Golden Retriever (pals since they were wee pups), Sadie the sassy Shih Tzu, and Bijou, the late feisty Bichon Frise from her St. Paul’s University park days.

This is not to say Olive did not have enemies – since puppyhood she was steadfast in her hatred of snow shovels (she remained convinced a stern barking would to keep them in line) and her ultimate nemesis: basketballs (they deserved a good nip if she could get close enough).  In fact, in her zeal to protect the world from the scourge of large balls she once managed to pull out the plug on our fitness ball and got quite the surprise when it subsequently went shooting around the room as it rapidly deflated!

Olive was well-known in the Glebe and Old Ottawa East circles both for her extensive multi-season wardrobe (colourful, weatherproof and fashionable!), as well as her various appearances in the local media as the ‘poster pooch’ fighting for off-leash dog rights in Patterson Creek Park.  Most recently, the EMC Community Newspaper published a fetching photo and description of her as their ‘Pet of the Week’.

As our very first dog, Olive will forever hold a special place in our hearts.  She was everything we’d ever hoped for in a canine companion, enriching our lives to a degree we never thought possible and forging a bond with us rivalling (if not surpassing) that achieved with our closest human friends.

Not a day nor a season will go by without us thinking of the unmitigated joy she brought us and missing her sweet, soulful eyes and exuberant approach to every activity.  Regretfully, we will now have to rely on an actual alarm clock to wake us up instead of the familiar furry paw to the head and wiggling tail greeting us each morning to signal the start of another special day together.

Although we would trade anything for another minute with Olive, we are grateful we had 10 and a half exceptional years with this magical little being that transformed our lives, gave each day meaning, and helped us become a true family.

No one on the planet could have loved this dog more than we did, and she returned everything we ever gave her a hundredfold. Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge, we will always be grateful for having Olive in our life, and teaching us about the boundless love that is possible between a dog and her humans.

We are blessed to be able to keep her spirit alive by sharing these lessons with Olive’s three remaining canine and feline ‘siblings’, whose affectionate and concerned behaviour during Olive’s last hours at home made it clear they cared about her as much as we did.

Together we are slowly moving through mourning what we have lost and replacing it with celebrating what we were so fortunate to have.   So thank you Olive:  now Sit, Stay, and Rest – good girl.

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