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Yearly Archives: 2003
Our big boy Booker came into our lives when I was only 4, but I still remember his big puppy paws clumping all over the kitchen floor. He didn’t realize how big and strong he actually was, and would often barrel into buckets of water and furniture at full speed, not realizing what a mess he was about to make! He very quickly became my dad’s most loyal friend. Wherever my dad went, Booker was close behind him. When my dad went to work out-of-province, Booker was the one who slept next to his bed every night, making sure my dad was safe and keeping him company. I often watched Booker when my dad would approach him, and he would bow his head to my dad in loyalty. He listened to my dad’s every word with respect and obedience.
When Booker started to get older, he began having hip joint problems because of his large size. Some days he found it hard to walk, and this was heartbreaking for all of us, most of all my dad. Finally, on January 23, 2003, when Booker was 13 years old, my dad tried to get him to jump out of his van, but he just couldn’t walk anymore. My dad couldn’t bear to see his boy suffer like this, so he made the decision that day to let him go and pass onto heaven, where he would be free to run all day long. It broke my dad’s heart to have to watch him go, but we all knew that he would be happier in heaven.
Booker was a good boy, who took very good care of his little sister Princess Baby Boomer on earth. We know he is taking extra good care of her now in heaven, because she went to join him in August of 2005. We took comfort in knowing he was waiting for her when she crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.
We love you Booker, and are looking forward to the day when we will see you again.
Your dad Gary, mom Joan, human sister Katie, doggy sister Daisy, and doggy niece Maggie
I often find myself comparing him to the story of “Old Yeller”. He was the most loyal dog you could ever find. No matter where you went Shiner was always there beside you. As he got older he may have been trailing further behind but you always knew he was there. Shiner first joined our family at the age of six. As soon as Mom brought him home from the SPCA everyone knew he was meant to be our dog. He loved the farm life we had and adapted to it like he was born there. It’s been about a month since he finally rested… I miss him like crazy… I’m sure he’s following around an angel as I speak. Shiner will always be in my heart. Forever. Love you Shiner.
To anyone out there doubtful about adopting from the SPCA or the Pound; I have had three dogs, two of those from the SPCA. They don’t need to be puppies to fulfill your life.
“Animals will always be as good as you treat them. Don’t EVER forget that.”
Annette Thornley, Newfoundland
So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you’ll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you’ll surely find.
I will go on, I’ll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren’t you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you’ve taught.
Your place I’ll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this…I loved you best.
” If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
Barry, Debbie, Amanda, Michael and Krista Jacobs ( Mt. Pearl)
Storm (“Stormy”) (1993 – 2003) was a Husky/German Sheppard mix and she was very special to me and my family (especially my sister, which originally owned her). Once Storm and my sister moved back home, Storm became very close to our family and our dog, Curlymoe. Storm and Curly became best of friends and no matter where one of them was the other was right behind. Storm loved going for walks and cuddling up on the couch next to Curly or myself in the evening. Once Curly died, a piece of Storm died with him. She took his death very hard and that was when she became close to me. I miss her deeply and she will always have a special place in my heart.
Christina Churchill, St. John’s, Newfoundland & Labrador
On April 1, 1990, a very shy little beagle mix from the SPCA, St. John’s, came into our lives and won our hearts forever. We named her Shelby and for the next 13 years, she was our constant and ever-loving companion. When illness took her from us on April 11, 2003 we lost a part of our family. We miss “our little girl” and remember her with fondness every time we look into the gentle, loving eyes of a beagle.
Thank you Beagle Paws for helping others find the unconditional love and affection of these wonderful family pets.
Della Coish, St. John’s, NL