You've entered a page that has a little of my heart on it. If you have ever given your love, you must realize your heart might be broken or hurt because that loved one might leave you, whether it be by choice or circumstance the pain won't be any easier... BUT, if you had never given your love you never would have had the joy of that love especially if it was returned. . It doesn't matter what others say you can love a pet as deeply as a person and feel the loss just as much as if a part of your family had died, it's just alittle different but if you have never felt a deep attachment to a pet you won't understand... This place is a Gentler place .... So be it Person OR Pet it's a place I can pay tribute to those most dear in my heart yesterday, today and tomorrow.......
Updated on: February 22,
Hi, My name is Rags
& this is MY STORY.......
On one of the coldest days in January, I was abandoned..
My owner abandoned me with my brother and little sister on the steps of the concession stand, in the state park, near my home town, we had nothing but the raggedy blanket we were carried in to protect us from the cold...It wasn't enough ! The Ranger found us in the morning and took us to the Dog Shelter, well, he took my brother and I, but not little sister. You see, when we were put in the Rangers truck he wrapped little sis in another blanket and put her in front with him, and as we were taken by the pound keeper, he handed the blanket with little sis in it to another worker, I heard him say, "Poor little thing, she's still warm, if only she could have held on a little longer, we could have found her a home.. How could someone do this to a living thing?"
We were placed in a warm cage with clean bedding, then we were fed and bathed, the worker said " we were little balls of fur, and looked like a Lhaso apso mix." She also said," we were about 6 weeks old and would have no problem finding a home." She was right, a few days later my brother was adopted, and a couple days after that I was adopted. That's when I discovered the difference between an OWNER & a MISTRESS or MASTER.. An Owner feeds, shelters & trains you and can also sell, breed or abandon you...A Mistress or Master feeds, shelters, & trains you also and they love you unconditionally. LOVE is the difference. I'd had an Owner, now I have a Mistress....
Oh yes, that unconditional Love, well, it works both ways, and devotion as well, trust is in there to.
I learned trust first, because the first few nights I cried, I was so scared to be alone, and she brought me to her bedside, there, she put her hand in the box and petted me till I fell asleep. Devotion came next, you see, when I awoke in the morning her warm hand lay gently on my back, it had been there all night to comfort and protect me. Love, well, it started that 1st day and just grew.. From that day on I never went to sleep nor she, till she put her hand over the side of the bed and I'd come, to receive her goodnight pat on my head..
I learned pretty fast after that first few days. Where to go piddle and where not to go, to come when my name was called, and a few tricks like sit, sit-up, lay, come, NO!, and stay. Stay was a hard one. Even though it took the longest to learn, I learned stay, the best, I could sit and wait a looong time, till my Mistress gave the order OK! Once I sat for 10 minutes in the spot she told me to, till she returned to our yard from the mailbox.( I got a treat, and lots of hugs, so I did that pretty regularly for her).One time I sat up, and begged for her to share her popcorn with me for a whole 15 minutes.. Now don't you people get upset, you see, I was behind my Mistress and to the side of the couch and she didn't see me, after that I made sure she could seen me, I'd catch her eye to be sure, then I'd sit-up nice and straight and being built kinda squareish I could sit & sit &,well you get the idea.(I looked too cute to resist.)
Speaking of cute, I was introduced to my Mistresses other special friends, Tweety, a parakeet, and a smart one, it sat on her finger and sang and gave kisses. I learned right from the start that my Mistress protected all in her family, she didn't allow me to chase the birds, or the squirrels, that came close to be fed, and to leave the feline alone, when sleeping, and not drag him by the tail from his perch by the window.( that swishing tail was sooo tempting.)The feline, Sylvester, 15 pounds of lazy furball, unless after a mouse, or chasing ME! My Mistress didn't allow him to drag me down the steps by my scruff either. For the longest time I thought I was a cat, he'd hide under the bed, me to, he'd jump on the couch, me to, he'd chase mice, me to, he'd lick his paws to wash his face, me to, he'd race all over and jump to chair then back of rocker, to the floor, and land on his feet, me to.. well, almost, I discovered dogs don't always land on their feet from high places. I had a great life all was going so smooth, when a new addition was bought into our family, another dog, Sheba, a black lab puppy, the Boys dog. (Later to be known as the horse, lovingly, that is.). I quickly let her know I was here first, and tried to help train her, I had to nip a few times when she was to ruff with my Mistress. But she cared for my Mistress to, she proved it the day she seen the mailman hand my Mistress the mail, Sheba growled, until he backed up..
They were a wonderful family, It was shortly after I had become so close with these 4 legged friends, that another member of our family left. It was as we were racing up the stairs, Sylvester, had a brain hemorrhage and died instantly. Many days I saw my Mistress in pain and full of sorrow , but as always I wasn't far from her, so I could be of comfort.. (I was literally her shadow every waking minute)
There were so many wonderful times. I spent many hours at my Mistresses feet as she heard the tales of the Century farms beginnings, and the silly jokes and kidding from her dad, as well as the talks and walks and shared love of crafts and wildlife with her mom. They were very special people and I knew how much she respected and loved them.
I was close by, when my Mistress heard the news that her mothers cancer had come back ,and sat many evenings, curled in her lap overlooking the valley, in one of our two favorite spots, as she prayed for this operation to be the last...
I need to tell a wee bit about our favorite spots, because at least twice a day we would visit one of them, and this was a special time, a time of peace, reflection and also prayer. One place was the side acreage, it sat at the highest point for miles, and if I sat on the huge stump by the bench, I could even see the cows in the farm yard of the neighbors place, or just watch the sun set, between the mulberry trees(Her mothers favorite for birds), which I helped plant with my Mistress, there was a rock garden around the base of one tree, how I loved to try and catch the shrew that hid near the huge greenish corner stone. The 2nd place, was just off the patio, this section was a little lower, but if you sat on the grassy knoll, to the right of the dwarf lilac, a little in front of the dwarf burning bush, and with in sight of my Mistress, you could see the whole length of the landscaped area of yard. Sometimes the baby owls would land in the bush right beside me, and sometimes I'd dash closer to my Mistress because the neighboring eagle was always looking for a small furry thing, and I didn't want to be dinner. We have sat here for hours to watch rain, thunderstorms, and blizzard like weather. Thru the years we have seen many meteors, a comet or two, and a few sunrises. These 2 places and our walks around 'The Kingdom' as we joking, yet lovingly call this little piece of heaven on earth, are the two best places in the world to me.(If my Mistress is near by.) Here's 1 spot..
My Mistress loved to brush me, especially after a bath, I could always make her laugh at my antics and when she was done, I looked like a giant furry, cotton ball. During a routine brushing a lump was discovered. I had surgery and they removed a small tumor. We hoped that the doctor got it all, because lab. results showed it was cancerous. I healed quickly, but didn't have the same energy, nor appetite, and I couldn't run as fast, but, being built so close to the ground I cover it quick enough.
I have gotten along with all the old and new arrivals here, I even tolerated her moms little toy pom. When I was introduced to her, I almost attacked her. Here's what happened. When I came in from our walk, I saw something very tiny moving in a soup-bowl sized basket near the table, so thinking it's a mouse, the terrier in me went for it, I heard THE WORD =NO! just in time. It was like a hairy mouse, Missy, she weighed less than a pound sopping wet.(and has never gotten over 3 pounds since)She was just a baby, and would not leave me be. She was like a piece of scotch tape, I'd think I'd shaken her loose, and there she was again, till I'd jump to the relief of my Mistresses lap.
My Mistress was hoping Missy could help. You see, her mother endured 3 surgeries and in a month would have another. (they discovered more cancer in the other breast and she was ready to give up! ) This puppy, this endearing, fluffy, mouse sized puppy was one of the incentives to keep up a positive attitude.(Her mom had lost her 12 year old toy poodle, shortly after the 1st or 2nd surgery and missed her friend more than ever now.) Oh, by the way, Missy helped a lot, Here is a picture of Missy in her bed, compare her to the coffee cup. I'm the horse at 15 pounds compared to her.
The early spring of 97, that's when our lives started to unravel, the events in the next year would be 12 of the hardest months a family of loved ones can ever endure.
We have done lots of camping, in forests, on mountains, near rivers, by lakes, even in our back yard with a troop of Scouts, and I was looking forward to our next trip in a few days.. The trip never happened. The family joy was shattered. My Mistress lost her father to a stroke. I was there, quietly by her side, as she tried to comfort her ailing and devastated mother. Her fathers passing was a turning point for her mother as well, her health continued to decline only more rapidly.. After 2 hospitalizations and the strokes, my Mistress now devoted all her time, day and night to care for her. My Mistress relied on my companionship and comfort more than ever. Her shadow, always.
My strength was beginning to fail also, they had discovered I had another growth and needed another surgery to see if it was even possible to remove it. It was pretty scary for me and My Mistress stayed there, as she did for the other surgery, she was the last face I saw, when I went under, and the first, when I woke up. She was sitting on the floor by my cage, with her hand gently petting my head. This time the tumor had grown into vital organs, and could not be removed. It wasn't a good diagnosis. It became more difficult to run and I wasn't as perky, still, I remained in close proximity to my Mistress, she relied on me, if only for silent comfort, I'd be there just as the other family members during these painful times.
During the next few months, there were many times when my coat was wet from the tears of my Mistress. Times when my Mistress held her mother as she once was held when the pain was nearly to much to bear. There were times when they were closer then ever before. There were the happy times also, the pain free, and silly, fun times. These months as they say 'were the best of times and the worst of times'...
My Mistress still getting over the loss of her dear father, was dealt another blow. It was 6 month's, almost to the day after the loss of her father, her mother succumbed to the devastating cancer, and from the loss of her beloved husband. I felt her pain when she held her mothers hand as she took her last breath, I heard the anguish in her sobs and cried with her.
I made it through Thanksgiving, the tumor is taking it's toll, I don't know about Christmas.. I have tried to be there for my Mistress as much as I can. It was hard to climb the stairs, now I needed to be carried. I can barely make it outside on my own, and can keep nothing down, the medicine helps my pain, but I can't help my Mistresses pain. She wraps me in a blanket and sits with me at our favorite spots, but tears blind her view of the valley these days. She has lost so much, so many loved ones in the last few years, and I feel now I must go to.
I knew the end was near the night she had to carry me to my box, by her bedside. She dropped her hand over the side of the bed as always, to pat my head, I tried to go to her ,I wanted to go to her, but I couldn't even raise my head to feel her loving touch, that was the 1st time I'd whimpered, since her mother had died. I was always there for her, I was there for the worst of it, she is healing, slowly but she is healing, she has a loving caring family unit, that's a blessing in itself...
Now, I must leave my beloved Mistress, I must turn over my duties, and leave my job, and my joy, to the other 2, yes 2, she promised her mom, that Missy, would always have a home here with us. I leave Missy to care, comfort, and snuggles, and I leave Sheba, to be loyal, protect her and go on the walks with her, I asked her not to chase my Mistresses squirrels so much, and told Missy, to stay near Sheba or she might be that eagles entree.. I have lived a full, rich & loving life. I only hope all pets, be they adopted or abandoned will have a life, and find a family like mine, and if they are loved even half as much as I was, they'll also have there share of a little piece of heaven on earth.
How? How do you say, good-bye ?? The only way I knew how, with unconditional love and devotion in my eyes, I, for the last time, kissed My Mistresses hand, and while she tenderly held me, I closed my eyes....
Written by Pokeyim
o_goofus (all ME)
Every time I sit on the bench, overlooking the valley, I miss my dear sweet Rags, and when I see the Mulberry tree, the sun setting, and it's golden rays, kiss the big green boulder, I know My Friend will always be near. God never gives us more than we can bear.
(These are shortened chapters from My book)
I could never write a testament for, or about my parents to do them justice, it is too soon.
All I can do at present to honor them, is live as They would want me to, and dedicate the page below to them, and all other Loved ones, YOURS and MINE...
For Loved Ones
Yours & Mine