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Whitney Love Bug "Whitters" Jones 🐾
Birth: Sep. 23, 1993
Death: Apr. 2, 2006

My Fantastic Four Angel Zoo!
Rascal (1994 - 2008)
Tiffy (1991 - 2007)
Whitters (1993- 2006)
Charlie Bear (1991 - 2005)

Whitters loved everyone and let you know it. She greeted everyone with her bubbly personality. Whitney was also very smart. I called her my living vacuum cleaner because she had an eagle-eye watching the floors while anyone ate. Anything that landed, became hers! She saw it falling before you knew it hit the floor.

Whitney was my miracle dog. She had a mast cell tumor that could not be removed completely. They gave her 6 months. She lived many years after that. She survived on one pill a day for this. We did not put her through any chemo or other treatments. Her veterinarians did not think she had a chance.
Well, she showed them. She showed me, too. Listening to every thing the experts say is not always best. Their education and training usually guides us well and I cannot dismiss such importance. Yet, this brings us only so far. I had much more to learn.

About now, some may wonder why I would waste so much time writing this about a beloved pet. Some may roll their eyes as if there are more important things to discuss. I suppose this may seem more intellectual if you are reading about a famous historian or celebrity. However, the simple fact is that many of our lives are not even as glorious as that of man's best friend: a dog. Therefore, I take no doubts in judging how it is best for anyone to learn. God put this wonderful dog in my life because I needed to learn from her.

Whitney passed on my deceased brother's birthday. She was also born just one day before sharing the same date of his death. Why is this important? What does my brother have to do with this now? It seemed to add to my grief. The fact that Whitney did not succumb to the cancer but complications from intestinal disease that led to, ugh, kidney failure, once again... Oh how I thought this is another whammy and why must I revisit both my brother's and sister's deaths, again.

For one, we can worry about the big "C" (Cancer) and other diseases and miss other blessings in life. When faced with such afflictions, claiming a quality of life along the way becomes difficult. Taking care of oneself, addressing concerns of friends and family is a delicate operation itself. Yet, most importantly, moving on so that the disease does not control you, or those around you, seems to be one of the harder lessons to learn.

I have seen so many times where the focus becomes: What did I do wrong? Why am I being punished? What can I do to change? These are all mortal questions we must all face in some ways. I often catch myself wondering why I face this so much. My mind wants to take me on some philosophical journey. But, Whitney made this much simpler for me.

You can waste time trying to beat someone's predictions or be defeated by others expectations. You can ask over and over, "Am I going to die from this?" Brutal honesty may provide a positive answer or a less defined one such as, "Sure, unless you die from being hit by a bus or having a heart attack first." These are only brain-numbing answers. Most of us do die from some form of cancer if we live long enough these days.

So what did I see in my beloved Whitney? I saw a beautiful dog enjoy life. She enjoyed being "top dog" around the house after Charlie's passing. Even through her illness that simple change showed me a different dog in my eyes.

I see that there is a time and place for everything and I do not always need to realize why. Only God understands the great plan and what needs to lie before me to direct my path where it needs to go. I may not like everything I see. I may look bad in some people's eyes. I can withstand a few disgraceful moves compared to a lifetime list of nothing truly noble.

I can stomp my feet and be angered about undeserving things dished out to me. I can feel life owes me more and that there may be some better plan to earn good graces. I can flounder trying to determine what is best. All this effort, a laundry list of lifetime awards and memberships means little…if I miss out on achieving what is best for me and those around me. If there are no smiles along the way like the ones my Whitters gave me.

If you someday look at a picture of me and see only physical attributes, then I am only a picture. If, however, you look into my eyes as I am looking into my Whitney's eyes right now as I write this... Should you happen to see the window to a lifetime full of happiness around me, with puppy tails wagging or a beautiful flower I picked specially for you. Then you will sit here today with your teeth showing and a smile in your heart.

Heaven...where all the animals you ever loved will be waiting for you at the gate.

Biography by Kristi L. Jones
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Burial:
Cremated, Ashes scattered.
Specifically: Pebblebrook Pet Memorial
 
Created by: Kristi L. Jones
Record added: Dec 25, 2007
Find A Grave Memorial# 23548516
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