|Birth: ||Dec. 12, 1990|
|Death: ||Jun. 13, 2005|
South Carolina, USA
The greatest buddy in the world. I still recall the time that I talked to the Minnesota kennel concerning getting a labrador retriever. The owner of the kennel keep mentioning they had the best duck hunting labradors in the country – several Champions came from their kennel. That wasn't a desire of mine – I just wanted a white male lab. He was not going to be used as a hunting dog but rather become a family member. It just happened that a new litter had arrived with several white males. I traveled from South Carolina to Minnesota in January 1991 to pick up this puppy! It was extremely cold at that time and the little thing was nothing more than a tiny "fur ball" when I first laid eyes on him - he was 6 weeks old. He had to have a tough name so I named him "Ranger". On arriving home, I took Ranger for a walk on the beach in front of my home – he seemed puzzled with the vastness of the ocean, sand and the crashing waves, but in time the frolicking in the surf became his favorite entertainment. You should have seen the yucky look on his face when he tasted the salty water for the first time. Of course, the chasing of the sandpipers and gulls soon began too. His wonderful personality was infectious, and as time passed, I began asking myself "How did I get this great dog?" It was not possible for me to look at him without smiling. To this day I don't know how Ranger truly came into my life but he did and remained in it for over 14 years. Without embarrassment, I can honestly say Ranger was my child. At 14 1/2 years old, Ranger was still a puppy to me. I don't remember the day he grew old, but the lil thing did. On June 12, 2005, he was his normal and adorable self, when, without any indications, a merciless ailment overcame him. I feared the unknown when he didn't eat his "din din" (dinner) that afternoon. A depressing and fearful look overcame his lovable face later that night. I now know that my boy Ranger was beginning to make that flight to another world, one that will be without me. With his head resting on my lap (I was holding his little hand), Ranger died at exactly 3:06 a.m. on June 13, 2005. It affected me much to watch him leave this world knowing I could not do anything for him. He was so innocent looking. I hesitated placing my hand on his chest because I knew his golden heart had ceased beating. So I sat there petting his face for what seemed an eternity. I told him that l loved him numerous times before, during and after his death. He never left my side in all the years I had him. That early morning hour was the first time and it was forever. I simply could not (and still don't) believe he died. I thought he was going to get better.
"To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."
Today, my boy Ranger is forever at rest on the bank of Lake Moultrie in Berkeley County, South Carolina. Mallards and Canadian Geese frequently fly over or waddle by this "bird dog" that never was. This beautiful spot is our summer home and a place where our beautiful boy had many happy days splish-splashing in the water.
Words cannot describe how much he is missed.
I am a student of America's Civil War and enjoy the traveling to the grave sites of those who made that tragic era remarkable. Ranger, a "graver" too, went every time. Many of the Civil War personalities have obelisks, and it is this reason that I placed an obelisk in the remembrance of Ranger - my lil Yankee.
Beloved pets are only with us a short time - Love and cherish them always. My heartfelt thanks to all who visit this memorial.
Shore of Lake Moultrie
Created by: Stonewall
Record added: Nov 22, 2005
Find A Grave Memorial# 12461830