Our Whippet Angels...

"It came to me that every time I lose a dog
they take a piece of my heart with them.

And every new dog who comes into my life
gifts me with a piece of their heart.

If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog,
and I will become as generous and loving as they are."
~ Unknown

Sadie Rose
The Queen
July 7, 1995 - May 3, 2008

Sadie Girl and her pink piglet

Sadie, Poppy and Mariah..............................Lucy, Sadie and Poppy

Sadie, Lacey, Mariah and Poppy

Poppy, Sadie and Lacey

Sadie left us due to complications of kidney failure.
She was diagnosed in April 2007 and lived with the disease for one year.
Her Auntie Lea Ann gave her sub q fluids and love every day.
Without this love and dedication, Sadie would have left us long ago.

Sadie was the perfect whippet girl.
She never got into trouble.
She was independent and very smart.

Sadie was the great hunter and
nothing escaped her keen eyesight.

She vocalized her wants and needs
with her own whippet language.
err err err err...er er er

Sadie would endearingly raise her little front leg up
and ask to have her armpit scratched.
She would sit on a lap and put her front legs on your shoulders for a hug.

Sadie loved to go for car rides and
demanded to sit in the middle with her front legs on the console;
nose pointed straight ahead... an inside hood ornament.

Sadie tolerated the rescue fosters who stayed in her house
and the friends who came to visit,
but she insisted on a calm atmosphere
and steered clear of any ruckus.

She loved her stuffed toys and
took very good care of them.
She was cremated with the little pink piglet toy
she had since a pup.

Sadie leaves behind a large family and many friends:
Her "sisters" Poppy and Lucy; "brothers" Henry, Sky, Noah and Chippie;
Her godmothers, Lea Ann, Lianne, Bette and Holly & godfather, Elton;
Her distant cousins twice removed, Ajax, Abby, Scout and Billy Bones;
and her dedicated friends to the end ...
The Carlson Family
The Muckridge Family
Karen & Cricket Comer

But most of all, she left me behind, her mama, and I miss her terribly.

Be at peace Sadie Girl.
You were always such a good girl.
You are dearly loved by many,
except the squirrels
who used to reside in your backyard....

roo roo roo Sadie Girl.

Whenever you visit my grave,
say to yourselves with regret
but also with happiness in your hearts
at the remembrance of my long happy life with you:

"Here lies one who loved us and whom we 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.

From:
The Last Will & Testament
of an Extremely Loved Dog
by Eugene O'Neill

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Zak
January 19, 1996 -January 31, 2008

Zak was a true gentleman.

When Zak could no longer live in sunny California due to skin cancer,
he moved to Oregon and was adopted by
Rick, Rhanda, Cosmo Whippet and Luna the Cat in 2006.
He loved his new family and soon a new kitty cat
and a new baby, Elizabeth joined the family.
Zak was a very happy boy ~

Zak and Cosmo in their jammies Winter 2006

Zak beachcombing April 2007

Zak, Cosmo and Papa Rick

Zak and his family
December 2007

To Rick and Rhanda,
Thank you for loving this special boy.

We will all miss our friend, Zak....

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"In one of the stars I shall be living.
In one of them I shall be laughing.
And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing
when you look at the sky at night."

From: THE LITTLE PRINCE
by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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Lightening Jack
December 27, 1996 - January 10, 2008

Jack
is, once again, with his
trusted buddy and brother,
Twister
who sprinted to heaven in 2006.
The boys are surely romping together
chasing bunnies in the clouds.
Thank you, Jack, for teaching us love
and humanity and how adopting a senior whippet
is one of the most rewarding times of a human's life.

A Young Jack

Jack and his beloved, Ruby.

Hugs to Kevin, Amy, the kids and Ruby whippet
for not being afraid to adopt an old guy and
giving Jack the wonderful last two years of his life.


Link to a tribute to Jack by his papa, Kevin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a-AhjppVRk

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"The one best place to bury a good dog
is in the heart of his master."
~ Ben Hur Lampman
Portland Oregonian September 11, 1925


Molly Mutt and Artie Deco
Artie was the one that started it all...

Lacey and Willie

Willie 1986 - 1998
Wild Will - Chasing squirrels from cloud to cloud
I see you in the evening sunset

Lacey Rose 1988 - 2002
Sweet Lacey Rose gently left us to join her love, Willie Whippet.
Lacey was 14 years old.
She was my dearest friend.

Mariah
1997 - 2003

Mariah, you left too soon !

There will never be another Mariah

"They Call The Wind Mariah"
By Jed Brighton

Away out here
they have a name
for rain and wind and fire.
The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe
and they call the wind Mariah.

Mariah blows the stars around
and sets the clouds a-flyin'
Mariah makes the mountains sound
like folks was out there a dyin'.

Mariah. Mariah.
They call the wind Mariah.
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Rudee
Forever chasing deer in the woods

Dickens
Fly like a bird, sweet girl

Cairo
The Ancient Wise One
You are loved..........

Murphy 2001 - 2004
Fearless One

we loved you....

Twister
1996 - 2006
Our days are empty without your smile...

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Princess Zelda Mae

Zelda is dancing on a cloud !

February 3, 2007: Princess Zelda Mae passed away this morning in New Hampshire, USA.

She was diagnosed with chylothorax http://marvistavet.com/html/chylothorax.html on January 16, 2007.
We had decided not to do surgery on her since it is a very invasive procedure with a low recovery rate.
We did everything we could to help her fight it but it was just too much for her.
She had her chest drained for the third time last Wednesday
and we knew she was getting worse as they drained out 2 liters of fluid,
twice as much as the last two times.
Her breathing was becoming more and more labored
and she developed a cough and we could tell she was starting to suffer.

She had a last walk around the backyard before the snow Friday
and sniffed all her favorite spots, watched James run like a maniac and even tried to run herself.
She spent her last night lounging by the fire and slept in bed with me and Rob.
We made the horribly difficult decision to let her go before she was in too much pain.
We know that she was a happy girl right up to the end.
We are grateful for the memories we have of her - she was one of kind!
I'm sure there will be more whippets in and out of lives in the future
and they are all special in their own way, but none will compare to Princess Zelda Mae.

Robert, Jill and whippet brother, James
New Hampshire, USA

 

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 objects they have not.

There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my loyalty. These I leave to all those who have loved me, especially to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me the most.

I ask my Master and 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 them in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in their happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain.

Let them remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and this I owe to their love and care for me), now that I have grown blind and deaf and lame, and even my sense of smell fails me so that a rabbit could be right under my nose and I might not know, my pride has sunk to a sick, bewildered humiliation.

I feel life is taunting me with having overlingered 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 a 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 that there is a Paradise. Where one is always young and full-bladdered. Where all the day one dillies and dallies. Where each blissful hour is mealtime. Where in the 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 Master and Mistress.

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

Perhaps, after all, this is best.

One last request, I earnestly make. I have heard my Mistress say, "When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one". Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another. 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, she cannot live without a dog!

I have never had a narrow, jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good. My successor can hardly be as well loved or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome as I was in my prime. My Master and Mistress must not ask the impossible. But he will do his best, I am sure, and even his inevitable defects will help by comparison to keep my memory green.

To him I bequeath my collar and leash and my overcoat and raincoat He can never wear them with the distinction I did, all eyes fixed on me in admiration; but again I am sure he will do his utmost not to appear a mere gauche provincial dog.

I hereby wish him the happiness I know will be his in my old home.

One last word of farewell, dear Master and Mistress.

Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also with happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long, happy life with you:

"Here lies one who loved us and whom we 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.

I will always love you
as only a dog can.

 

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