Pet Tale

We were blessed with finding the sweetest puppy that God ever made in Denton, Texas in 2002. We named this precious little puppy Cee Cee because we found her in an area of town that was referred to as “Cement City”. We were blessed to have Cee Cee for 15 years until old age got the best of her, and she lost the ability to walk on her own. On October 8, 2017, we took Cee Cee to the clinic and had her put into eternal sleep, ending her pain. Her body was taken to Heaven’s Rainbow Bridge, where she was cremated. Her body was given back to us the following day in a very professional manner. Do puppies go to heaven? Of course they do. Cee Cee we love you and will be looking forward to seeing you again. Until then, be a sweet girl and we will see you on Heaven’s Rainbow Bridge.

I had always wanted a Little Shih Tzu so I saw at the vet’s office an add that there was a litter born. I went to see the pups & they were about a week old at the time. So each week I visited and saw how precious they were as they got bigger. I fell in love with my Buster and was told at 4 and a half weeks that his mother wasn’t nursing her litter, so they allowed me to take this precious little ball of fluff home. He was so little & unsure on his feet that he couldn’t stand on my tile floor. I fed him puppy milk & kibble and he grew & grew. I crate trained him & took him out every two hours. As he grew I taught him commands & tricks which he soaked up & by the third or fourth try, he had them down. He knew sit, lay down, come, shake & sit pretty.. He was house broke at 5 months and loved to go with us on trips. He was adorable from day one & we adored him. I fussed over him constantly and he loved to be brushed. His patience was so good with me when I trimmed his face or whatever I attempted to do. He loved cuddling & sleeping next to us or in his many beds. We bought so many toys but his favorites were little green & yellow donuts, which there were quite a few of. His leopard covered bone, red chew rope, a bear & puppy. Even though those were his favorites, he never chewed them up. They were all squeaky toys and he was a little possessive of them. His daddy’s morning routine was to have him sit in his lap in the morning or to go for walks. He followed us every step..even to take out the trash. He was so in tune that we swore he knew exactly what we were saying. We are so heartbroken to lose him. But thankful in every single way to have had this precious little boy in our lives. We showered him with all the love in the world. And miss him so bad. Rest In Peace angel baby. Mommy & Daddy will always love you and will never forget you❤️

Boss was a rescue for us; our first. He was left in a backyard in one of those small wire dog cages. We fell in love with him immediately and he was the first fur baby to live in our new house when we bought it a week later after rescuing him. He was goofy, loving, lazy, silly; the list could go on and on. He loved a bath; he would jump in the shower with you, or jump straight into his own awaiting bath. He was even accepting of the other two rescue pit bulls we brought home a year later.
His passing was in part our own naive fault. We fed him table scraps and didn’t pay attention to his weight getting out of control. We were too late in getting him to the vet on the day he passed, when we realized there was something not right. He had developed diabetes and was almost in a diabetic coma. Making the choice to put him to sleep was the hardest thing I have ever done. I let him lay his head on my arm as I laid my head on his body, and he passed peacefully. I wrote this for him today, when I brought him home;
‘You are back home, although this is not what I had in mind when I thought of bringing you home. I was thinking of the old tail wagging, licking and bumping into me as I try to walk through the door. Boss, I’ve missed you so much in the past week and I know you are gone forever now, but it still hurts. In time it will get better, I know. I have been trying to prepare myself for two days to go pick you up when they called. Now you’re back home boy, back where you belong. We all love and miss you.’

Big dog was a kind fun loving Bulldog that loved other Dogs and People as well! He was born in Madisonville, Tn and was raised in Maul Hawaii. We moved to Texas 3 years ago and he has been to 11different states. He loved to travel and was always up for a road trip! We Love and and we will miss everything about him!

Bobie’s Adventures

Bobie was born July 3, 2003, in a small town, Southeast of San Antonio, called Shiner, Texas, the runt of a litter of 9.

Since he was the runt, the puppy mills owner was going to put him down, because, supposedly no one wants a runt of the litter, and all these dogs are bred for registering thru the American Kennel Club. Bobie was eventually registered, under a different name, and does have papers, somewhere.

One of my sisters, who I don’t associate with anymore, holds the registration papers where she lives, if she even has them anymore.
Anyway, she took him home when he was three weeks old, so I have known this little man since he was a baby, literally.

In 2005, October I think, we moved her, Bobie, and one of my brother’s sons, back to the Texas Panhandle to live up here, and they did until late 2006, when she moved to New Mexico, then back to the Central Texas area. Little Bobie stayed here with my mom and I, where he has been since.

I pretty much referred to him in the beginning as, “My man Bobie”, and he went everywhere we went, and loved it. About the only time he didn’t get to go with us, is if we had somewhere to go where we were going to be, where it would literally be too long for him to stay in the car, then he would stay at home, where he could be more comfortable, and either watch tv, play with his toys, or sleep.

He loved going in the car with us, either to Amarillo, or Clovis, NM. Everywhere we went, people just had to pet him, hold and play with him. He was a little celebrity, and he loved the attention he was getting, and never met a stranger, he didn’t like.

When mom and I would eat at Golden Corral, I would always sneak some steak, ham, burger, chicken out to him in the car. He loved it, and learned where we were, when we pulled into a parking spot there. It was the same, if we went to Sonic, McDonalds, or another restaurant, he knew he was getting something too, and not just his food at home. Even when we stopped for an ice cream cone, at McDonalds, he knew he was getting one too. You might say, the little stinker was spoiled, and the sad part, he knew it too. He had me wrapped around his little finger, instead of the other way around.

He always did something to make us laugh, make us cry, make us proud of him in some way, but never disappointed. I called him our little person, and very rarely did I refer to him as a pet. He got to where he could think for himself, and basically tell you what he wanted, not in people talk, but his whining, growling, barking, and body actions. If he needed to go potty, he’d growl low, which meant, “Hey, I’ve got to go, so get up, and let me out. NOW!” Or, if he was getting hungry, a low whine. If he just wanted to go outside, he would go to the front door, and one or two barks, then he’d wait, and lots of times, he’d wait until you went into the bathroom, before he wanted to go outside. If you were around him very long at all, you would learn his actions, voices, and know exactly what he needed, or wanted.

It was funny too, anytime it rained, or snowed, and he’d start out the door, and see what it was doing, he’d stop, and decide, “Do I really need to go to the bathroom that bad, or can I wait a bit. Sometimes he’d wait, and sometimes he would go on, out the door, and take care of business, and get back in. He would always let you know when he was back at the door, with his one bark.

Mom passed away in July of 2014. Not only was I sad, and crying, so was little Bobie. He would jump up in my lap, and cry, and kiss me, and look down the hall to where her bedroom was at. I know his little heart was breaking, because mine was too. We would cry together, and he would try his best to give me a hug, which prompted me to hug him even tighter. I promised him, I’d always be there to love him, and take care of him, until one of us was no longer here.
That day came, yesterday, November 21st, at 7:18 in the morning.

He’d been feeling ill for almost a week, but had been eating, a little here, and a little there, but nothing like his normal eating habits. On Monday, he just wouldn’t eat at all. I continued to give him his baby aspirin, and allergy medicine. Later, he still did not want to eat, and I started getting concerned. I took him to the doctor (vet) office to be looked at. Because I didn’t have any cash on me, or checks (I don’t use checks), they wouldn’t see him. They don’t take debit cards, and that’s all I use. So, I brought him back home. He looked at me, and I didn’t know what to tell him, but I’m sorry. He just laid his little head down. At the time, he was breathing pretty good, nothing to be too concerned about. He had been sick before, and it had cleared up, without a problem, but Tuesday afternoon, his breathing had become clicky, and I tried to get him into another vets office, one that would take a debit card. But I found out, I was overdrawn, so I tried to pawn a 9MM hand gun, to get the money, to take him back to the doctors office, the pawn shop wouldn’t do it, because my gun had a little bit of rust on it, in the holster.

Because, I couldn’t take him to the doctor, I went back home, picked my little man up, and cried uncontrollably, telling him, “I am so sorry my little man. I don’t know what else to do.”
Later on, trying to figure out, how to get him into see the doctor, I remembered my insurance policy having a cash value to it, but not knowing how much was there, or how to go about getting a loan on it. So I called to find out. I got the paperwork faxed to them, but it was too late.

My little man; my little Bobie went home to be with the Lord. He knew he wasn’t going to make it, so he gave me a kiss, laid on my chest, gasping for breath. At 7:18 AM, he went to Heaven.

Big Daddy was a stray Great Dane that we took in when I was 19. He had a rough start before we found him, but since then, he has been the most amazing dog I have ever known. He had a love for me that was beyond words. It was like he worshipped the ground I walked on. Every time I walked by, he would reach out and lick at my feet. In 2008, when Kelley and I got married, he had the privilege of getting a mommy that would love him more than any mom should when she was not around from the beginning. We could tell that she was loved back as well. The love between us all was more than just for a dog. It was like that first child type of love…it was deep. He was so much fun and was very funny. He was scared of little noises, which was funny considering he was so big, but even little rumblings from a coffee maker would scare him to wandering away in the house as far as he could get from it. He loved rope toys and loved to play tug of war. We will never forget the time we got him a squeaker toy. He wanted to play with it so bad, but the squeak scared him. He would be so gentle with it to make it not squeak and would look at you like you were nuts if you made it squeak. Then within months, he couldn’t make it squeak enough and was going through squeaker balls right and left because he would squeak them until they were falling apart. That we got to share in his life was somewhat by chance, but it feels like it was 100% meant to be. There was something there that was not just chance. We loved going on walks almost daily, and every night around walk time, he would let you know what time it was and would watch your every move just waiting to see you put shoes on or a jacket, and he would jump up and be ready to go even if that’s not what you were doing. I will never forget how he would not let you leave him once you stopped petting him. He would nudge you until you pet him again, and he would lean on you so that you couldn’t just walk away. You would have to make him let you quit or you would be there for days. My friend, I will love you forever and ever and will never forget how awesome you were.
From momma–Big Daddy made me feel so protected every night and day; especially, when his daddy was gone. He was scared of little noises, but he growled any time he heard anything suspicious. I know he would have protected me if anything ever happened. He was also such a lover though. He loved people so much and would let anyone pet him for days. Anybody that knew him, fell in love with him. Thank you for sharing your daddy with me, buddy. Your love for him was so special. I will miss you forever. Tell Liza hi for me up there, and I can’t wait to get kisses from you again some day. I love you.

My precious BeBe girl went to puppy dog heaven on June 23rd 2015. She was my babe girl and my four legged soulmate. She saw me through highs and lows and loved me unconditionally for the past 11 1/2 years. I learned so much from her. She took a pieces of my heart with her but didn’t leave an empty space she left priceless memories with a priceless love…BUT most importantly an understanding for how our pets give us a glimpse of Heavenly Fathers unconditional love for us. I’ll ALWAYS LOVE YOU BeBe!!!!
I’ll miss you every day until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.

Auggie picked David, his dad, out when we went to look for a Standard Poodle. Auggie was a beautiful apricot poodle. He jumped up on David and seemed to be telling him, “It’s me you want. And do you have any food?” He grew to be a big boy who loved his family including 2 other standard poodles, Beauregard and Sissy. Auggie loved going for walks and running free at the park. He loved playing “find me”, chasing squirrels and cats, and carrying his big stuffed “baby” bear in his mouth. He loved life and was always a joy to his family. We will always miss our “big boy” who loved us so much too!

My Annie was not my first choice, her sister Sassy was, but she was supposed to go to my Mom. My youngest daughter told me I really needed to get another one because by the time I got Sassy trainedI wouldn’t want to let her go. So I went back and got my Annie girl. They were 7 weeks old and I fell in love with them immediately! Annie was the most loving little girl, she would always lay at my feet between my legs, that was her place she made sure Sassy knewit. She loved to have her chest rubbed, she would sit up, and it was never enough, no matter how long I would rub she would scratch at me to let me know she wanted more. She started coughing about 4 years ago the vet said she had a collapsing trachea. But the meds she gave her helped a lot, so we had her 4 more years. I love that little girl so much, and my heart is breaking! I have her resting in the perfect place on my mantle and beside my bed! I know you are healthy and able to breath and play like you always did, sweet girl! Your sister misses you dearly, she is lost. I know God has a special place for our special family! I love you Annie girl, will see you again!

Annie came into my life a little after 7:00 a.m. on April 12th, 2016. I was headed to work that morning. I turned onto NE 24th Street, and noticed a little white ball in the middle of the street. As I passed it, I realized it was a dog and she was still alive. I made a quick u turn and drove up to her. As I got out of the car, and stepped over to her, she looked up and tried to crawl away. I gently picked her up and put her onto the back floor board on my car. Bless her heart; she was so scared and extremely starved and skinny. She crawled in and cuddled up to hide. As I looked down at her, I noticed how starved she was. She was in bad shape. What in the world am I going to do with her? As I drove to work, I looked back at her. Who in the world had done this to her? This poor baby. I drove up into the school parking lot. Grabbed my things and ran into the building. I found an old t shirt and came back out to the car. As I opened the back door to the car, she had moved from her original position and looked up at me. I bent down and wrapped the t shirt around her cold, shaking body and held her close as I walked into the building.
April 12th: Took her to the Vet this morning. Started IV. She is in bad shape. Went to Vet to check on her. Still in bad shape. Sugar level is low…moving a little. But not wanting to stand up. Very very weak. Not sure if she will pull through. Praying for this sweet girl.
April 13th: Went to check on her today after work. Talked to Dr. Johnson. Her gums are pink and her sugar level is better. A bit more hope. I stayed with her for a while. Talked to her and told her to fight hard. She threw up a bit and is still very weak. She is still not out of the woods. Very weak, but a small improvement. I told her to fight hard and that I loved her.
April 14th: Annie’s eyes are more focused and follows people around. She seems more alert today. Still very weak and throwing up and diarrhea. Small improvement. She looks better than she did on the 13th. I saw a big difference with her being more alert today. I am hopeful. She still has a long way to go. Dr. Johnson gave her a Vitamin B-12 shot.
April 15th: I am off work today. Went to see Annie this morning. She is alert but still very weak. I stopped by again this evening and talked to the Dr. Dr. Johnson will check on her this weekend. I stayed longer and petted and massaged her. Talked to her a lot today. She seems more alert but physically, she really has to overcome a lot.
April 16th: Dr. Johnson called me this evening and told me that Annie ate some chicken she gave her. And as we were on the phone Annie ate on her own the chicken Dr. Johnson left in the cage with her. She is sitting up a bit now. Very encouraged with her progress. Baby steps with this sweet baby.
April 18th: Vet Clinic called me this morning at work and said Annie was doing ok. Still throwing up and diarrhea but holding her own. I will go see her today after work. They are open later on Monday’s. I am so amazed with this sweet baby. I went to see Annie today after work. She is eating a little on her own. She has a bowl of food in her cage. I stayed with her awhile and petted and talked to her. Dr. said she had thrown up alittle but did keep some food down. Still has diarrhea. One step at a time.

April 20th: What an incredible day this was for Annie!!! She was standing up and wagged her little tail when I came in. I even got a little lick/kiss from her today! Lisa came with me and we got to hold her!!! She got a bath also. She is still having diarrhea pretty bad, but she is out of the woods with the Parvo. This little girl is amazing!
April 22nd.: Annie is hanging in there. She seems a bit tired today. She is not eating as much, and is resting. She has slept a lot today.
April 25th: Annie is sleeping a lot but doing ok. I held her today and talked to her. She really loves being held. Hope I can bring her home soon.
April 29th: Annie is not eating well today. She is very very tired and not eating. They gave her some eggs and she ate them, but not eating like she was. Her gums are very white. I am really concerned. Dr. Johnson will start steroids on her and check on her this weekend.
May 2, 2016: Today, I went to the Vet to see her, and she was not doing very well. I held her as we put her to sleep. Annie was only in my life for 21 days, but she greatly impacted my life. I will always be amazed at how animals impact people’s lives. She knew she was loved these 21 days. Her spirit will always be close to me. I know that Jack met her at the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. She can now run and play and feel free. Lessons learned from each animal in our lives stay with us through eternity. You will always have a special place in my life. You were mine and were loved for the last 21 days of your life. You are free now. Love you Annie.