They Are All Angels...what Was Your Angel's Name?, And what was your favorite thing to do ? Options

[Cathi]

What was your favorite thing to do together?
My angel was Tico, a mixed breed husky...cream colored with grey markings.
We loved going anywhere in the car. He refused to be way in the back of the stationwagon and always snuck up to the front seat.
We also loved walking together-anywhere, anytime, any season.

May we all have peace and healing during this season.
hugs
Cathi

[Kim R.]

Thank you for saying those sweet things about my girl. She was just as you describe..regal. My family used to joke that the wise old golden retreiver on 'homeward bound' reminded them of how she would be if she could talk!

best friend and child ....words so true in my heart as well . I also relate to what you were saying about how things they did in life would drive us crazy, but are now deeply missed. For some reason, Sasha hated to get her nose wet when she would drink (she was such a diva ), so she would prop it up on the outside rim of the back of the water bowl(she had elevated food/water bowls, I hope you can picture that). When she did this, all the extra skin she had under her neck would touch the water. Then she would walk over for us to give her some lovin' and we would get soaked! We would yell "look out, here comes 'drippy neck'!! It was such a mess to me then...not such a big deal now, looking back. Or how badly she would shed and I would complain about the constant need for dusting and vacuuming, no matter how often she was brushed! What I would give to have my whole house buried in her hair right now . As much as I regret it now, I would even let myself get annoyed sometimes at how she always had to take every step I took. I went to the bathroom....there she was. I went to put some laundry on...there she was. I went to get a drink from the kitchen...there she was. I would say "Sasha, go lay down, mommy's not going anywhere!". I would sometimes even shut the bathroom door because she would just stand there and stare at me...I didn't need an audience....but I should have been more appreciative of the love she was showing me...I regret that now, and wonder if it hurt her feelings....I shouldn't have done that. I guess I just never thought about a day that she wouldn't be here with me.

My parents have a golden retriever that is 14 and I think he is a little senile. When he follows my mom around the house (which, unlike Sasha who had done that from pupppyhood, is a habit he just started) and she says to him "Rusty, go lay down! I say 'the day is coming when you will be willing to give your right arm to have him following you around...take my advice...deal with it now so you don't regret it later." I wish I would have had someone to remind me of that in Sasha's golden years . I hope she knows how much I love her, and did so even in my moments of 'human ignorance'. There are just so many emotions that come over me when I think of her, and I wish I could somehow release them onto this computer screen, but no matter how much I type, I always feel like I'm leaving out so much...does that make sense?

Your friend in grief,
Kim

p.s. If you have a picture of your Parker, and even one of your Norman, I know I speak for everyone when I say we would love to see them!