My granddog.
Shiloh was the beloved pet of the Bixler family, who adopted him in 2019 when he was two years old.
He was a taco terrier, or a toy fox terrier/Chihuahua mix. His adoring family referred to him as "seven pounds of love and cuddles."
Shiloh was just as cute as he could be ... an energetic and hyper but endearing little dog who was a sheer delight to those who loved him. With beautiful markings and a winning personality, he was smart and sweet and playful and funny and feisty. He had his own Instagram page lovingly kept by Allissa. He was an emotional support dog to Melanie, who is disabled, and a companion to Andrew.
Mom and Dad loved him too, but he was especially attached to Mom, beside whom he enjoyed relaxing at the end of the day to take a nap before bedtime.
Shiloh stayed with me for a week during Christmas of 2020 while his family were away for the holiday, and was never any trouble. We snuggled together in my chair and enjoyed one another's company. He was a good dog and I missed him when he had gone home. I will miss him forever.
Shiloh crossed the rainbow bridge unexpectedly following an attack in his own yard by a large neighborhood dog. Although he was taken to the vet and every attempt was made to save his life, the injuries to his little body were too severe and the decision was made to put him to sleep.
He will be remembered always by both his immediate and extended family. He may have been with us for a brief time, but he was so easy to love that his loss is hard to bear.
A precious pet is a treasure and a gift from God. Rest in Peace, sweet Shiloh.
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I shall foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.
The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.
= Carl Sandburg =
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Shiloh was the beloved pet of the Bixler family, who adopted him in 2019 when he was two years old.
He was a taco terrier, or a toy fox terrier/Chihuahua mix. His adoring family referred to him as "seven pounds of love and cuddles."
Shiloh was just as cute as he could be ... an energetic and hyper but endearing little dog who was a sheer delight to those who loved him. With beautiful markings and a winning personality, he was smart and sweet and playful and funny and feisty. He had his own Instagram page lovingly kept by Allissa. He was an emotional support dog to Melanie, who is disabled, and a companion to Andrew.
Mom and Dad loved him too, but he was especially attached to Mom, beside whom he enjoyed relaxing at the end of the day to take a nap before bedtime.
Shiloh stayed with me for a week during Christmas of 2020 while his family were away for the holiday, and was never any trouble. We snuggled together in my chair and enjoyed one another's company. He was a good dog and I missed him when he had gone home. I will miss him forever.
Shiloh crossed the rainbow bridge unexpectedly following an attack in his own yard by a large neighborhood dog. Although he was taken to the vet and every attempt was made to save his life, the injuries to his little body were too severe and the decision was made to put him to sleep.
He will be remembered always by both his immediate and extended family. He may have been with us for a brief time, but he was so easy to love that his loss is hard to bear.
A precious pet is a treasure and a gift from God. Rest in Peace, sweet Shiloh.
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I shall foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.
The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.
= Carl Sandburg =
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My granddog.
Shiloh was the beloved pet of the Bixler family, who adopted him in 2019 when he was two years old.
He was a taco terrier, or a toy fox terrier/Chihuahua mix. His adoring family referred to him as "seven pounds of love and cuddles."
Shiloh was just as cute as he could be ... an energetic and hyper but endearing little dog who was a sheer delight to those who loved him. With beautiful markings and a winning personality, he was smart and sweet and playful and funny and feisty. He had his own Instagram page lovingly kept by Allissa. He was an emotional support dog to Melanie, who is disabled, and a companion to Andrew.
Mom and Dad loved him too, but he was especially attached to Mom, beside whom he enjoyed relaxing at the end of the day to take a nap before bedtime.
Shiloh stayed with me for a week during Christmas of 2020 while his family were away for the holiday, and was never any trouble. We snuggled together in my chair and enjoyed one another's company. He was a good dog and I missed him when he had gone home. I will miss him forever.
Shiloh crossed the rainbow bridge unexpectedly following an attack in his own yard by a large neighborhood dog. Although he was taken to the vet and every attempt was made to save his life, the injuries to his little body were too severe and the decision was made to put him to sleep.
He will be remembered always by both his immediate and extended family. He may have been with us for a brief time, but he was so easy to love that his loss is hard to bear.
A precious pet is a treasure and a gift from God. Rest in Peace, sweet Shiloh.
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I shall foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.
The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.
= Carl Sandburg =
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Shiloh was the beloved pet of the Bixler family, who adopted him in 2019 when he was two years old.
He was a taco terrier, or a toy fox terrier/Chihuahua mix. His adoring family referred to him as "seven pounds of love and cuddles."
Shiloh was just as cute as he could be ... an energetic and hyper but endearing little dog who was a sheer delight to those who loved him. With beautiful markings and a winning personality, he was smart and sweet and playful and funny and feisty. He had his own Instagram page lovingly kept by Allissa. He was an emotional support dog to Melanie, who is disabled, and a companion to Andrew.
Mom and Dad loved him too, but he was especially attached to Mom, beside whom he enjoyed relaxing at the end of the day to take a nap before bedtime.
Shiloh stayed with me for a week during Christmas of 2020 while his family were away for the holiday, and was never any trouble. We snuggled together in my chair and enjoyed one another's company. He was a good dog and I missed him when he had gone home. I will miss him forever.
Shiloh crossed the rainbow bridge unexpectedly following an attack in his own yard by a large neighborhood dog. Although he was taken to the vet and every attempt was made to save his life, the injuries to his little body were too severe and the decision was made to put him to sleep.
He will be remembered always by both his immediate and extended family. He may have been with us for a brief time, but he was so easy to love that his loss is hard to bear.
A precious pet is a treasure and a gift from God. Rest in Peace, sweet Shiloh.
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I shall foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.
The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.
= Carl Sandburg =
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