How can one put into words how one feels about a pet?
She was so much more than that…she was a pal, a friend, and a confidant...
She was there to listen, to love, to give no matter how busy we were.
No matter how much I hurt or how angry I may have appeared at times.
She loved me whether I had taken a bath, washed my hair or if I was digging in the dirt
planting flower bulbs…she love me when I was bad, sad or indifferent.
I miss those big brown eyes, that velvet nose, the cute little butt (her wiggle was precious)…
I miss her proud demeanor, her independent nature…I miss watching her play with Teddy, sucking her thumb or just lying there dreaming of running on the beach chasing waves.
We loved to watch her on the beach…she would run so far we could barely see her and then all of a sudden she would stop in her tracks and run back to us as fast as her short little legs could carry her…she would be so tired when she reached us she would just flop at our feet. She loved the tide pools and would try to jump across them but falling into them many times and having to swim across…she loved to play with her toys but over the years narrowed that down to one…her beloved Teddy!
She nipped almost every grandchild (even her servants) letting us all know she would not have us doing anything that displeased her (especially try to take a bone away)…she nipped a friend’s toe when he delivered a stuffed dog to one of her servants…she was obnoxious at times, even mean…she was playful, loving and precious. She had moods just like us…she hated it when we were standing! She thought we were fighting and then she wanted someone to sit so she could hop on a lap.
She was always there to greet us when we returned (even if we just walked to the mailbox and back) with such love and joyfulness that one had to bend down and pet her. She loved to have her belly rubbed…she loved us to caress her ears and she loved her baths (once I found her after she ran when she saw me getting her soap, towel and combs ready) and she insisted on a treat immediately after brushing her.
She LOVED cheese….none could sneak into the fridge and unwrap the cheese without her being there lickity split!
Do we miss her…Oh yes, with a passion…I sometimes feel I shall burst with the empty feelings that come over me…will we get another Tiffany…of course not…but someday we will find the right little dog to fill that lonely empty spot that she left behind. The memories we have of our precious Tiffany will sustain us in the meantime.
We love you Princess Tiffany Toi…
When I was a puppy I was very cute, smart and spoiled…I loved my teddy (still do) sucked my toe (still do) and I also loved to run away.
The first time I disappeared, my servants and I were leaving my aunt’s home in California…whilst saying their good-byes, I sneaked out of our trailer. They took off and fortunately had to stop in a little town just a couple of miles away. My mama servant went to the trailer to get something and no Tiffany! They hurried back to my Aunt’s home and there I was…I tried to follow them as far as my little legs would carry me. I got so tired that I found my way back to my Aunt’s house and just sat on her porch waiting for my servants (I knew they would come back for me)
The second time…I was getting a bath when my mama servant had to go outside and talk to someone…she left me alone so I sneaked out of the motor home when she wasn’t looking. My servants of course panicked again, searching high and low, asking everyone in the park if they saw a little Peke? No where to be found but about an hour later there I was scratching at the door. Muddied but home safe.
The third time…My tie-out broke…I wondered through the park until some nice lady took me in (gave me a treat) and kept me there until my servants found me again.
I could go on, but it would fill a whole page to just telling of all my escapades.
I have lots of character…I am bossy, obstinate, strong-willed, loving, funny, pretty, cute, and truly quite wonderful.
My favorite toy is My ‘Teddy’.
I have had at least 5 different teddy bears over the last 10 years, brown, red and now a blue and white ‘Teddy’ that is so old and ragged that my mama servant would love to throw it out…but “NO”, I will not have it. My servants bought me at least a half dozen different teddy bears but I turn them all down. There is only one ‘Teddy’ as far as I am concerned.
I do all kind of tricks … I pray, lie down, I give a high-five, I say ‘Please’, I play dead, I shake hands and I dance.
I love Oreo cookies and chew toys…
(my owners only allow a tiny bite because chocolate is bad for dogs)
"To My Mum From Her Sunshine"
This beautiful Gift of Appreciation was given to me in honor of Tiffany by another AMOE mom and I want to thank her for being so thoughtful
Thank you Terri, it truly is beautiful.
The three of us.
This picture was given to us by a wonderful lady...she also made a beautiful stepping
stone for Tiffany's grave. I will take a picture of it this summer and put it on the page too.
Thank you Lue, you are special.
The beautiful stone my friend 'Lue' made for Tiffany's gravesite.
Thank you Lue.
Before I grow too frail and weak
And all that's left is peace in sleep,
I know you'll do what must be done
To end this fight that can't be won.
I don't fear death as humans do
So let me try to comfort you,
Come; let us take a quiet stroll
And share some quietness soul to soul.
No need for words 'twixt you and I,
No need to say a last good bye,
We've grown so close in mind and heart
It seems so cruel that we must part.
Be sure I sense the pain you'll feel,
Without me walking at your heel,
The days will feel full of despair -
Your "Sunshine" simply won't be there.
In time the pain will slowly wane,
You'll think of me and smile again,
You'll speak with love and pride of me,
Your extra special puppy.
Now take me where my needs they'll tend,
And stay there with me till the end,
Hold me close with soft good-byes,
'Til life's bright light has left my eyes.
The final sound I need to hear
Is your soft voice upon my ear,
Your loving face will fade and dim
As the rush of heaven closes in.
author unknown
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I submit this poem in memory of all our little furry friends we've had
to say good-bye to, and all our elderly or ailing fluffs whom we may
have to face parting with in the near future. They are so much more than
*just* Pets to us. We will never forget them.
The precious snowglobe on this page was made by Diane, if you would like a snowglobe of your own click on the icon, but please do not take this one.
Thank you, Diane