You are not forgotten!

It was just brought to my attention a little while ago that today is National Pet Memorial Day. I just couldn’t let today go by without paying tribute to the many four-legged companions I have had the privilege of spending time with throughout my life. Each contributed so much to my life. As difficult as it always is to say goodbye and let go, I would not trade that time with each of them for anything. When I think of my animals, I am always reminded of the poem, The Rainbow Bridge. I’m a firm believer that all animals go to heaven (not just dogs!). In order of their demise:

HAPPY

HAPPY

Happy was the first dog I had. I was about three years old. I remember my Dad coming home with a puppy and saying he was for me. Interestingly enough, if memory serves (old conversations when I was older) I believe it was his birthday! But for whatever reason, I named him Happy and for ten years he was my constant companion and playmate.

Gigi

GIGI

Gigi was a funny-looking little scrap of a dog. I kept asking my parents if I could get a dog. It had been about two or three years since I lost Happy. My parents kept saying no, we didn’t need a dog. But, being the obstinate child that I am (yes, I said am, not was), I took my $5 I had saved up, took a bus across town to look at some puppies that were in the paper. The rest, as they say is history. My parents got over their mad and let me keep her. Of course, she ended up becoming more of my Dad’s dog than mine! But only because I was a teenager and we all know how that goes!

CAESAR

CAESAR

Well, after I had been out on my own for a while, I decided I wanted another dog. I was going to go looking for a Mastiff. Then I saw an ad for Great Dane puppies. I went, I saw, I bought. Another good choice! He was not only my best friend, but was an excellent protector! I trained him well (obedience – he didn’t need to be trained for protection, that comes naturally to dogs). It was always interesting to see people’s reactions to him whether we were walking down the street or he was hanging out the side window of my VW Beetle!

PUNKIN (YorkiPoo) POOKI (B&W Party Poodle)

PUNKIN (YorkiPoo)
POOKI (B&W Party Poodle)

Years later, I just had to fill that void again. I was living in Dallas at the time. I saw an ad for Poodles and Poodle mixes so I went to look. I did not know what a Party Poodle was but it was love at first sight. I named her Pooki. After about six months, I started feeling guilty about her being by herself during the day while I was at work, so I went back to the lady and bought Pooki a companion. A little Yorki-Poo I named Punkin. More loves of my life!

GEORGE

GEORGE

This is a baby picture of George. I had never owned a cat in my entire life. Suddenly I had three. George was brother to Midge (still living) and Zuzu.

BUG

BUG

I had to include little Bug. He wasn’t with us a long time. He was one of those cats that showed up out of nowhere and just decided he was going to keep us. We fed and cared for him but he did not like staying in the house so, much to our chagrin, we let him come and go.

MOXIE

MOXIE

Moxie came as brother to Charlie and Freckles who were recently spotlighted on an earlier post. Both he and Charlie had urinary tract issues as young kittens. We were able to save Charlie (he is the most expensive animal I have) but Moxie did not make it.

BOBBY

BOBBY

We lost Bobby two summers ago to cancer. Bobby a/k/a Psycho. There is something so very special about Boston Terriers. But then I say that about every animal. His passing is still fresh.

ZUZU

ZUZU

My little (really big) kitty. She was part of the trio that were the very first cats I ever owned. She was so loving. She passed away last summer and the pain of her passing, too, is still fresh.

I still miss each of my little friends and I look forward to the day we are all together again.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea

Sea. What kind of emotions does the sea or ocean make you feel? Do you remember the first time you went in the water? Had a wave crash on you? Felt the sand burn your feet? Do you feel more peaceful around water? Do you hate the beach? What’s the most interesting thing about the sea for you?

I haven’t been to many beaches which is somewhat ludicrous since I live in Central Florida now. There are certain beaches and certain times at beaches where I find it most relaxing and pleasant. I’m not one to enjoy big crowds. The first time I remember going to the beach was around 1970 when I traveled with a couple as their daughter’s companion/babysitter to the Gulf Coast of Florida (Tampa, St. Pete area). The next time I went with a friend of mine from Kentucky to Daytona Beach in 1974. The next trip was to the West Coast in 1988, although I didn’t go into the ocean at that time. We did stop at Pismo Beach, though.

California Coast 1988

California Coast
1988

California Coast 1988

California Coast
1988

I think my favorite beach was when we went to San Carlos, Mexico in 1990. The attorney I worked for at the time offered his timeshare condominium to us since his family wasn’t going to be able to use it that year. We jumped on his offer. I don’t believe I would do that now, though. We drove hours into Mexico and it was not a comfortable feeling at all. But the water was crystal clear and beautiful and the beach was private and rarely had people on it! Every morning we walked a couple of miles up and down the beach. Probably the last time I had a really good tan! LOL

San Carlos, Mexico 1990

San Carlos, Mexico
1990

The last beach we went to was Cocoa Beach (Florida). It’s pleasant but always crowded. Walking on the sand there burns my feet so I don’t go barefoot in the sand until I get closer to the water where it’s wet! I don’t swim in the ocean anymore — I’ve heard way too many shark stories around here!

Cocoa Beach, FL

Cocoa Beach, FL

Be sure to check out the other entries in the Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea!