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I came to be Sandy's human quite by accident.
We were visiting a friend one evening and as I was going from the car to their front door I hear a low whimpering-whine. It was gettin dark and had rained and was still foggy. I soon found the source of the pitiful sounds. I discovered their new dog tangled in his chain in a position of standing on his back legs, braced against a stack of cord wood. He'd been in this position so long that his legs were trembling. Not to mention it had been raining and with being tangled he'd gotten soaked. If he'd slipped he'd have been choked to death.
I un-tangled him, got his bed all sorted out and tried my best to get him to go in it out of the damp and cold. He'd have none of it. Every time I'd lean down, he'd bathe my face with his soft tongue and look at me with the most beguiling brown eyes I've ever seen. After spending a few minutes with him I also saw that the long hair on his ears, front legs and hind quarters were matted with burs. Just huge bunches of snarled up hair. He was such a pitiful mess. He was so dirty and messy it was almost impossible to tell that he was a blonde cocker.
When I left him I went straight to my friend and told her the shape I'd found their dog in. She didn't seem concerned at all, saying that a man she worked with had given the dog to her son and he'd grown tired of him after just a few weeks.
I told her that if she didn't want the dog and wasn't gonna take care of it any better than that, then I'd take him home with me. She told me that as far as she was concerned I could have him, that her son and husband didn't care whether they kept him or not.
He was a 'registered' cocker spaniel, not that that mattered to me and his registered name was Anthony P. Edsel.
We'd gone to the couple's house for supper and as soon as we'd eaten and gotten the dishes washed I was ready to go. I wanted to get my dog home and get him cleaned up.
We stopped on the way home and got dogfood, shampoo, combs, brushes, toys and treats. You'd have thought we were coming home with a new baby. Little did I know how very much this dog would come to mean to me and me to him.
That night after we got home I sat down in the floor with Sandy in front of me. (I didn't care for the name he had and wanted his new life to start out fresh, even a new name. I tried brushing him but he was so matted and tangled that there was no way to work the burs free. So hour after hour, there we were, me with small embroidery scissors, slowly snipping away at the tangles. Some of the mats and tangles were so bad that there were open sores under them. Sandy would whine when it would pull, but there was no way around it. Little by little, clipping sometimes just a few hairs at a time to release the pressure of the pulling from the tangles, I was able to finally get all the burrs and tangles out of his hair. Then he got a bath. I got one also, or rather my face did. He is the only dog that I ever let lick my in the face. He never had 'dog' breath and never tried to lick me in the mouth, just my face.
In the weeks and months that followed my rescue of Sandy, he became my shadow. If I was at home he kept me in his sight.
He loved to ride in the car. He could hear the car keys and he'd start bouncing and head for the door.
He was so spoiled that whenever he heard a paper bag from the store rattle, (yes, back then there were paper bags), he'd have a fit thinking he was getting a new toy. He usually did, too. I finally started taking a few of his old toys out and leaving them in the car and whenever I'd go to the store I'd just drop one in the grocery bag and he was as tickled with that one as he would've been with a brand spankin' new one.
And he loved balls, oh, how he loved balls, any kind of ball, any size or color. If it was round he wanted it.
My son's dad played golf. One day when he was playing, my son, Tonka, and I took Sandy out to the course to hunt golf balls, our usual entertainment while his dad played a few holes. I had Sandy on a leash so he would stay close and not wonder out onto the fairways or greens. Golfers don't take kindly to having their concentration broken, not even by such a wonderful dog. As the three of us quietly roamed the wooded hillsides gathering golfballs, Sandy with a couple held firmly in his mouth, those were HIS balls, I heard a 'thwack' close by. Looking out onto the fairway I saw a ball go bouncing by on the ground, so did Sandy and away he went, leash and all. I was right behind him with Tonka bringing up the rear. By the time I got to Sandy he had HIS two balls in his mouth and also the new one he'd just FOUND. Needless to say the golfer was on us in a flash. He was furious when he saw Sandy drop the slobbery balls on the ground, He didn't appreciate that his golf ball had just gotten a free washing. He threatened to have us thrown off the course but with a bribe of a couple dozen new balls that we'd found earlier, he was pacified and went on with his game. Sandy was happy, he'd actually gotten to run down a ball and catch it. Tonka and I were tired. As the three of us rested in the shade of the surrounding woods, Tonka and I couldn't help but laugh at the look on the mans face when he ran up and Sandy had dropped three golf balls out of his mouth. As Tonka has said later in his life about good memories... 'that's a good brick'.
We learned the hard way that Sandy, like Tonka, would get car sick easily. If we were going anywhere with the two of them we'd make sure that neither one would have anything to eat for at least an hour before we left.
One Friday evening we were going to mommie and daddy's for the weekend. It was about a two and a half hour drive. We'd usually eat after we got there. Mommie would always have supper ready for us when we got in.
About halfway there we heard odd noises coming from behind the front seats. Pulling over we got out to see what was going on. Tonka and Sandy were both down on the floor-board, one on each side. You've heard the saying, 'sicker than a dog'... well the dog was pretty sick and I think Tonka was literally sicker than him. It seems that Tonka had sneaked out some cookies for him and Sandy to munch on. And being the buddies that they were I'm sure they'd eaten an equal amount. We got them both out, gave them a few sips of water and I went back to clean up the mess behind the seats. Not much of a mess really. It looked and smelled like cookie dough. I don't think either of them had had the cookies eaten long enough to really enjoy them. And Tonka, knowing that they weren't supposed to have anything to eat had coaxed Sandy down behind the front seat out of sight and gotten down there himself, not realizing that he was putting both of them in the hottest possible place to enjoy their forbidden treats. There was no need to say a word, the dog didn't know any better and Tonka had learned better in one hard lesson.
Believe me, it NEVER happened again.
Tonka still tells the story of a day that I'd gone to the store and Sandy was laying asleep on the floor, when suddenly Tonka said in an excited voice, 'Sandy, momma's home!' He said Sandy lept up onto the chair with that little short tail of his going ninety to nothing. When he didn't see the car out front, Tonka said he had the saddest look on his face, so sad that he was sorry that he'd pulled the prank. A while later Tonka was watching TV and Sandy jumped up, ran to the chair and was looking out the window and his tail was going again. Tonka said he looked and didn't see anything but Sandy kept looking out the window. Looking up the street, he saw me turn the corner onto our street. He believes to this day that Sandy knew the sound of my car and heard it before it was even in sight.
When we got Sandy we already had one pet, a cat named Buckwheat. It didn't occur to us to be concerned until we walked in and saw Buckwheat sitting in the middle of HIS living room. We set down in the floor with both of them and played for a bit and it was like they'd been around each other all their lives.
My two oldest nieces, Micah and Kortnie, were just starting to walk when we got Sandy. When they'd come to visit, which was pretty often, he'd go nuts trying to hide his toys. Along with all the different kinds of balls he had, he also had a small laundry basket full of every kind of squeak toy imaginable. They'd come in the door, throw their toys down and make for Sandy's. He loved playing with the babies and was gentle and patient with them but he sure didn't like sharing his balls and toys with them. They'd love on his and kiss him on his head. He'd look at me with this expression of, 'gee, can't ya do something to help me?'
One time after they'd been here for a visit and had left, Sandy walked to the middle of the living room and spit out four golf balls. Guess out of all his toys he was gonna make sure they didn't get their hands on all of them.
Since we'd had a bad experience with having him groomed, I'd started grooming and clipping him myself. It not only saved money but it kept him from being put in the position to be mis-treated. One day I was trimming him and was clipping the hair off his tummy. I noticed a lump about the size of an egg. Long story short, I took him to the vet and they found that he had in-operable prostrate cancer.
My baby was going to die. I felt like I was the one that had been handed a death sentence. The vet told me that I just needed to watch him and I would be able to tell when he was starting to be in a lot of pain whenever he went to the bathroom. A couple of months later I knew that it was time. I could see that it was hurting him terribly to just go pee a little bit. I'd already made arrangements with the vet to come to the house and put Sandy down. He'd always hated going to the vet's office and I wasn't about to take him there to die. I'd told the vet that when I called, to just come in, give him the shot and leave, not to say a word to me, just go.
I called the vet and he and his assistant came. They did exactly as I'd asked.
I sat on the floor with Sandy in my lap, snuggled up close to me, I talked to him and loved him as he slipped away. I don't know how long I sat there just holding him, crying, with my heart breaking.
I buried Sandy in the backyard by his buddy, Buckwheat. On his grave rests, what else... a golf ball.
Outside of my God, never on this earth have I known nor do I ever expect to know a love as unconditional as Sandy's was for me. I was HIS human. For him the sun shone for only me.
I still carry his collar in my car. Every now and again I pull it out, the jingle of the tags pulls at my heart and brings tears to my eyes. That noise also brings back wonderful memories of the most loving creature I've ever known.
For me there'll never be another dog like the one that owned me, my Sandy.
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"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
"our time with our fur babies is always shorter than we'd like, we know when we get them that we'll in all likely hood outlive them, but we get them anyway. I think it's God's way of showing us in one form on this earth what His unconditional love feels like. To be loved by a pet such as this one is to know the taste of that kind of love for just a season... but that wondrous taste is enough... just for a season." bjv
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I Am Here
I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were... crying,
You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly
as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times,
your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today,
Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels,
I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today,
You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you,
that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house,
as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you,
I smiled and said " it's me."
You looked so very tired,
and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know,
that I was standing there.
It's possible for me,
to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty,
"I never went away."
You sat there very quietly,
then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening,
I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile
and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless,
I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you
to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you
and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...
then come home to be with me.
By: Tijana V Spasic
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" THE RAINBOW BRIDGE "
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, sunshine and toys, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor, those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
Those who were abused or mal-treated have had their tears wiped away and sit for as long as they want on the Golden Flowing Robes of God's Lap. They feel the touch of Pure Love on their heads and finally know happiness. All the animals are happy and content, except for one small thing -they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent and his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
By: William (Bill) N. Britton
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You'll be the first one I look for. Of all my beloved fur babies, you're the most loved and missed of all.
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Specifically: buried in the backyard of his human's home beside Buckwheat, Bugs & Rat
Created by: Beverly Joe Vaughn
Record added: Jul 11, 2010
Find A Grave Memorial# 54822024