¸.¸✿´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥~*~♥´´¯`•.¸¸. ~♥~.
(¯`v´¯) Beloved Fur Baby ....♥
`*.¸.*.♥.✿ My Heidi´´¯`•.¸⁀°♡
Heidi and I came to belong to each other when she was just newly weaned puppy. She was just a little bundled of fur covered love.
She was so easily potty trained. The first few days after I got her was over a weekend so I was able to take her outside to potty every half hour or so to go 'pee' as she came to recognize the command. By the end of the weekend she was already going to the door to be let out to 'pee'.
She'd gotten spoiled to momma going out into the back yard with her and doing her little 'walk around' before she got down to business, so we had to adjust her to go by herself while I stood on the patio and waited for her. After more adjusting she would go by herself and come back to the door and get my attention either by bumping her nose against the screen of the patio door (which had bells on it) or she'd gently tap her toe nails on the glass of the patio door.
For her size once she was full grown, she was such a gentle, loving dog. Though she always thought she was still 'puppy size', she'd always try to lay at my feet between the couch and the coffee table like she'd done as a puppy... there wasn't even enough room for her to walk there much less lay down there, but she's squeeze in there and look up at me with those big brown eyes of hers and I'd just reposition my feet either on her back, which she was perfectly content with, or on the couch and let her have the space. If I did this she'd lay her head beside me on the cushion and nap.
She loved her chew toys and rawhide sticks. Her favorite toy was a small pop bottle with a few beans in it tied up in an old sock. She'd run until she gave out slinging that thing and making the most horrendous noise you ever heard. If I was trying to watch TV, that toy was traded for a treat and 'put away' for later.
My nephew, Byron, was a little over 4 years old when I got Heidi and they became great buddies. They rip and romp in the backyard all day if you let'em or until they were worn completely out. Whenever I'd hear them get quiet, I'd check and there they'd be, napping in the shade, either Byron with his head on Heidi or Heidi with her head on Byron. I guess the one that fell asleep first got to be the pillow.
My nephew loved to swing in a porch swing that I had on the patio. One day Heidi couldn't stand it any longer, she was tired of just watching, she wanted in on the action. I heard Byron yell for me to come look, I went to the patio door and here was Heidi cautiously climbing one leg at a time, slowly into the swing that Byron was holding as still as possible. Once she was there she sat down on her rump, leaned against the back of the swing, braced herself and the swinging continued. Byron always thought that was so cool for her to swing with him and he was always careful to hold the swing steady as she was getting on and off. She adored that little boy. Almost as much as me.
Heidi loved to travel, loved to ride in a vehicle. She was never one for hanging her head out the window much though. She was content to just sit in the seat and watch the world whiz by.
I took her with me a few times when she was small to stay in hotel rooms when I was out of town. She loved it. Especially when we'd go for our 'potty' walks. She was leash trained and a very well mannered dog. She loved all the attention that she got from the other people in the lobbies and around the hotel grounds.
She learned early on that it wasn't nice to 'jump' on people with her front feet, so even for such a large dog she was easily handled.
Even the few times that people would slap their legs or chests to get her to jump up, she'd roll those big brown eyes at me and with just the slightest shake of my head she'd simply 'bounce' in front of the person, but never put her feet on them.
She was never allowed on the furniture but she did have her own foot stool that she liked to sit on. And she knew it was hers. If I had company and someone sat on it and she happened to want it, she'd come to me, look at me then walk back to them and look back at me. After a time or two of this I'd just ask the person to sit in another spot and explain that the stool was Heidi's. She didn't always take her 'spot' but whenever she wanted it, she got it.
When she was a few years old I got two kittens from a litter that my nephew, Byron's, cat had. Alpha Lynn and Fred James. The first few weeks were a little trying for all of us. She would get so excited when I'd let her be near them, she couldn't wait to lick'em, but she was so big and them so small that when she'd nuzzle one, they'd always go flying. I had to tell her a few times... 'Heidi, be easy', she caught on quickly that they weren't just for her to play with roughly. She did get a certain devilish joy out of taking her nose and flipping them. It wasn't hurtful, it just really irritated the kittens and they'd bow up at her and hiss and spit to beat the band. Heidi's short little stub of a tail would start to wiggle and before long her whole rear end would be wagging back and forth.
Her favorite thing to do to Fred or Alpha was to catch one of them napping on the couch and give them a bath. Once she had them pinned against the back of the couch and a pillow she didn't stop 'til their little faces were wet from her licking them. They always gave me a look like, "Can't you do something here?" It was hilarious to watch. It would take them forever to get all the doggie cooties off, they'd wash and wash til every hair was back in place.
Heidi loved to play in the snow. She'd run and root around in it for hours if you'd let her. You just didn't want to get in her usual running pattern or you could get taken out.
The only thing she ever showed a fear of was opossums and that started quite by accident. One night when she was still less than knee high, she ran to the patio door needing to go potty and I turned on the light just as I opened the door. Heidi, as usual hit that opening at a good pace and the first I saw was her trying to put on the brakes to keep from hitting a big opossum that was right there within a few feet of the patio door. She didn't make it, they collided and all I saw for a long few seconds was the two of them scrambling and rolling end over end, first one on top then the other, both just trying to get away from the other. Finally the 'possum did what 'possums do, it 'sulled' and Heidi finished up her 'peeing' as she came between my legs getting back into the house. She stopped behind me, looked at the puddle there on the floor and you could see in her eyes that she thought she was in BIG trouble for peeing in that little bit in the floor. She was trembling all over. I scooped her up, hugged her to me and started talking to her about what a brave girl she was for kicking that ole 'possum's butt and protecting momma. The puddle in the floor was forgotten til later, after she'd had her treat and was distracted with it then I slipped back into the kitchen and cleaned it up. The 'possum left sometime while all this was going on none the worse for wear.
The only time Heidi ever barked was when there was a 'possum on the patio and then she'd let it rip. She'd cut lose with a series of the deep 'wolf wolf' barks, that always made my heart jump into my throat when I'd hear her, but I knew she'd 'treed' a 'possum, no matter what size if was a 'possum the whole neighborhood knew about it.
I came home from work one day and Heidi was no where to be found, I called and called her and she never came to me, which wasn't like her at all. I finally found her in her house just off the patio. I knew something was wrong because she was only left outside on nice days and she'd always be laying out in the yard or on the patio. The only time she'd get in her dog-loo was it happened to storm while I was at work and she was outside.
I finally managed to get her out of the doghouse but she was barely breathing. I ran into the house to get a rug to put her on so I could drag her to the car and get her to the vet. By the time I got back to her I could tell that she was struggling just to breathe. I sat down there on the patio, pulled her up onto my lap and held her close to my heart as she slipped silently away. It was almost like she hung on til I got home to let go of life.
Through tears I dug her grave behind the swing she loved so much.
To this day she rests there, a huge dog with a heart larger than she was.
I so loved having this big over grown animal in my home and in my heart. She was such a joy.
My beloved Heidi.
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
"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
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
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
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
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. The bright eyes are intent and the eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, they 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.
~ William (Bill) N. Britton
⋱ ⋮ ⋰
⋯ ◯ ⋯ My Heidi ~ God's
⋰ ⋮ ⋱ Special Creation
.✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿.
♥╬♥═╬╬═♥═╬╬═♥╬♥═╬╬═♥═╬╬═♥╬♥
(¯`v´¯) Beloved Fur Baby ....♥
`*.¸.*.♥.✿ My Heidi´´¯`•.¸⁀°♡
Heidi and I came to belong to each other when she was just newly weaned puppy. She was just a little bundled of fur covered love.
She was so easily potty trained. The first few days after I got her was over a weekend so I was able to take her outside to potty every half hour or so to go 'pee' as she came to recognize the command. By the end of the weekend she was already going to the door to be let out to 'pee'.
She'd gotten spoiled to momma going out into the back yard with her and doing her little 'walk around' before she got down to business, so we had to adjust her to go by herself while I stood on the patio and waited for her. After more adjusting she would go by herself and come back to the door and get my attention either by bumping her nose against the screen of the patio door (which had bells on it) or she'd gently tap her toe nails on the glass of the patio door.
For her size once she was full grown, she was such a gentle, loving dog. Though she always thought she was still 'puppy size', she'd always try to lay at my feet between the couch and the coffee table like she'd done as a puppy... there wasn't even enough room for her to walk there much less lay down there, but she's squeeze in there and look up at me with those big brown eyes of hers and I'd just reposition my feet either on her back, which she was perfectly content with, or on the couch and let her have the space. If I did this she'd lay her head beside me on the cushion and nap.
She loved her chew toys and rawhide sticks. Her favorite toy was a small pop bottle with a few beans in it tied up in an old sock. She'd run until she gave out slinging that thing and making the most horrendous noise you ever heard. If I was trying to watch TV, that toy was traded for a treat and 'put away' for later.
My nephew, Byron, was a little over 4 years old when I got Heidi and they became great buddies. They rip and romp in the backyard all day if you let'em or until they were worn completely out. Whenever I'd hear them get quiet, I'd check and there they'd be, napping in the shade, either Byron with his head on Heidi or Heidi with her head on Byron. I guess the one that fell asleep first got to be the pillow.
My nephew loved to swing in a porch swing that I had on the patio. One day Heidi couldn't stand it any longer, she was tired of just watching, she wanted in on the action. I heard Byron yell for me to come look, I went to the patio door and here was Heidi cautiously climbing one leg at a time, slowly into the swing that Byron was holding as still as possible. Once she was there she sat down on her rump, leaned against the back of the swing, braced herself and the swinging continued. Byron always thought that was so cool for her to swing with him and he was always careful to hold the swing steady as she was getting on and off. She adored that little boy. Almost as much as me.
Heidi loved to travel, loved to ride in a vehicle. She was never one for hanging her head out the window much though. She was content to just sit in the seat and watch the world whiz by.
I took her with me a few times when she was small to stay in hotel rooms when I was out of town. She loved it. Especially when we'd go for our 'potty' walks. She was leash trained and a very well mannered dog. She loved all the attention that she got from the other people in the lobbies and around the hotel grounds.
She learned early on that it wasn't nice to 'jump' on people with her front feet, so even for such a large dog she was easily handled.
Even the few times that people would slap their legs or chests to get her to jump up, she'd roll those big brown eyes at me and with just the slightest shake of my head she'd simply 'bounce' in front of the person, but never put her feet on them.
She was never allowed on the furniture but she did have her own foot stool that she liked to sit on. And she knew it was hers. If I had company and someone sat on it and she happened to want it, she'd come to me, look at me then walk back to them and look back at me. After a time or two of this I'd just ask the person to sit in another spot and explain that the stool was Heidi's. She didn't always take her 'spot' but whenever she wanted it, she got it.
When she was a few years old I got two kittens from a litter that my nephew, Byron's, cat had. Alpha Lynn and Fred James. The first few weeks were a little trying for all of us. She would get so excited when I'd let her be near them, she couldn't wait to lick'em, but she was so big and them so small that when she'd nuzzle one, they'd always go flying. I had to tell her a few times... 'Heidi, be easy', she caught on quickly that they weren't just for her to play with roughly. She did get a certain devilish joy out of taking her nose and flipping them. It wasn't hurtful, it just really irritated the kittens and they'd bow up at her and hiss and spit to beat the band. Heidi's short little stub of a tail would start to wiggle and before long her whole rear end would be wagging back and forth.
Her favorite thing to do to Fred or Alpha was to catch one of them napping on the couch and give them a bath. Once she had them pinned against the back of the couch and a pillow she didn't stop 'til their little faces were wet from her licking them. They always gave me a look like, "Can't you do something here?" It was hilarious to watch. It would take them forever to get all the doggie cooties off, they'd wash and wash til every hair was back in place.
Heidi loved to play in the snow. She'd run and root around in it for hours if you'd let her. You just didn't want to get in her usual running pattern or you could get taken out.
The only thing she ever showed a fear of was opossums and that started quite by accident. One night when she was still less than knee high, she ran to the patio door needing to go potty and I turned on the light just as I opened the door. Heidi, as usual hit that opening at a good pace and the first I saw was her trying to put on the brakes to keep from hitting a big opossum that was right there within a few feet of the patio door. She didn't make it, they collided and all I saw for a long few seconds was the two of them scrambling and rolling end over end, first one on top then the other, both just trying to get away from the other. Finally the 'possum did what 'possums do, it 'sulled' and Heidi finished up her 'peeing' as she came between my legs getting back into the house. She stopped behind me, looked at the puddle there on the floor and you could see in her eyes that she thought she was in BIG trouble for peeing in that little bit in the floor. She was trembling all over. I scooped her up, hugged her to me and started talking to her about what a brave girl she was for kicking that ole 'possum's butt and protecting momma. The puddle in the floor was forgotten til later, after she'd had her treat and was distracted with it then I slipped back into the kitchen and cleaned it up. The 'possum left sometime while all this was going on none the worse for wear.
The only time Heidi ever barked was when there was a 'possum on the patio and then she'd let it rip. She'd cut lose with a series of the deep 'wolf wolf' barks, that always made my heart jump into my throat when I'd hear her, but I knew she'd 'treed' a 'possum, no matter what size if was a 'possum the whole neighborhood knew about it.
I came home from work one day and Heidi was no where to be found, I called and called her and she never came to me, which wasn't like her at all. I finally found her in her house just off the patio. I knew something was wrong because she was only left outside on nice days and she'd always be laying out in the yard or on the patio. The only time she'd get in her dog-loo was it happened to storm while I was at work and she was outside.
I finally managed to get her out of the doghouse but she was barely breathing. I ran into the house to get a rug to put her on so I could drag her to the car and get her to the vet. By the time I got back to her I could tell that she was struggling just to breathe. I sat down there on the patio, pulled her up onto my lap and held her close to my heart as she slipped silently away. It was almost like she hung on til I got home to let go of life.
Through tears I dug her grave behind the swing she loved so much.
To this day she rests there, a huge dog with a heart larger than she was.
I so loved having this big over grown animal in my home and in my heart. She was such a joy.
My beloved Heidi.
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
"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
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
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
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
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. The bright eyes are intent and the eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, they 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.
~ William (Bill) N. Britton
⋱ ⋮ ⋰
⋯ ◯ ⋯ My Heidi ~ God's
⋰ ⋮ ⋱ Special Creation
.✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿.
♥╬♥═╬╬═♥═╬╬═♥╬♥═╬╬═♥═╬╬═♥╬♥
¸.¸✿´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥~*~♥´´¯`•.¸¸. ~♥~.
(¯`v´¯) Beloved Fur Baby ....♥
`*.¸.*.♥.✿ My Heidi´´¯`•.¸⁀°♡
Heidi and I came to belong to each other when she was just newly weaned puppy. She was just a little bundled of fur covered love.
She was so easily potty trained. The first few days after I got her was over a weekend so I was able to take her outside to potty every half hour or so to go 'pee' as she came to recognize the command. By the end of the weekend she was already going to the door to be let out to 'pee'.
She'd gotten spoiled to momma going out into the back yard with her and doing her little 'walk around' before she got down to business, so we had to adjust her to go by herself while I stood on the patio and waited for her. After more adjusting she would go by herself and come back to the door and get my attention either by bumping her nose against the screen of the patio door (which had bells on it) or she'd gently tap her toe nails on the glass of the patio door.
For her size once she was full grown, she was such a gentle, loving dog. Though she always thought she was still 'puppy size', she'd always try to lay at my feet between the couch and the coffee table like she'd done as a puppy... there wasn't even enough room for her to walk there much less lay down there, but she's squeeze in there and look up at me with those big brown eyes of hers and I'd just reposition my feet either on her back, which she was perfectly content with, or on the couch and let her have the space. If I did this she'd lay her head beside me on the cushion and nap.
She loved her chew toys and rawhide sticks. Her favorite toy was a small pop bottle with a few beans in it tied up in an old sock. She'd run until she gave out slinging that thing and making the most horrendous noise you ever heard. If I was trying to watch TV, that toy was traded for a treat and 'put away' for later.
My nephew, Byron, was a little over 4 years old when I got Heidi and they became great buddies. They rip and romp in the backyard all day if you let'em or until they were worn completely out. Whenever I'd hear them get quiet, I'd check and there they'd be, napping in the shade, either Byron with his head on Heidi or Heidi with her head on Byron. I guess the one that fell asleep first got to be the pillow.
My nephew loved to swing in a porch swing that I had on the patio. One day Heidi couldn't stand it any longer, she was tired of just watching, she wanted in on the action. I heard Byron yell for me to come look, I went to the patio door and here was Heidi cautiously climbing one leg at a time, slowly into the swing that Byron was holding as still as possible. Once she was there she sat down on her rump, leaned against the back of the swing, braced herself and the swinging continued. Byron always thought that was so cool for her to swing with him and he was always careful to hold the swing steady as she was getting on and off. She adored that little boy. Almost as much as me.
Heidi loved to travel, loved to ride in a vehicle. She was never one for hanging her head out the window much though. She was content to just sit in the seat and watch the world whiz by.
I took her with me a few times when she was small to stay in hotel rooms when I was out of town. She loved it. Especially when we'd go for our 'potty' walks. She was leash trained and a very well mannered dog. She loved all the attention that she got from the other people in the lobbies and around the hotel grounds.
She learned early on that it wasn't nice to 'jump' on people with her front feet, so even for such a large dog she was easily handled.
Even the few times that people would slap their legs or chests to get her to jump up, she'd roll those big brown eyes at me and with just the slightest shake of my head she'd simply 'bounce' in front of the person, but never put her feet on them.
She was never allowed on the furniture but she did have her own foot stool that she liked to sit on. And she knew it was hers. If I had company and someone sat on it and she happened to want it, she'd come to me, look at me then walk back to them and look back at me. After a time or two of this I'd just ask the person to sit in another spot and explain that the stool was Heidi's. She didn't always take her 'spot' but whenever she wanted it, she got it.
When she was a few years old I got two kittens from a litter that my nephew, Byron's, cat had. Alpha Lynn and Fred James. The first few weeks were a little trying for all of us. She would get so excited when I'd let her be near them, she couldn't wait to lick'em, but she was so big and them so small that when she'd nuzzle one, they'd always go flying. I had to tell her a few times... 'Heidi, be easy', she caught on quickly that they weren't just for her to play with roughly. She did get a certain devilish joy out of taking her nose and flipping them. It wasn't hurtful, it just really irritated the kittens and they'd bow up at her and hiss and spit to beat the band. Heidi's short little stub of a tail would start to wiggle and before long her whole rear end would be wagging back and forth.
Her favorite thing to do to Fred or Alpha was to catch one of them napping on the couch and give them a bath. Once she had them pinned against the back of the couch and a pillow she didn't stop 'til their little faces were wet from her licking them. They always gave me a look like, "Can't you do something here?" It was hilarious to watch. It would take them forever to get all the doggie cooties off, they'd wash and wash til every hair was back in place.
Heidi loved to play in the snow. She'd run and root around in it for hours if you'd let her. You just didn't want to get in her usual running pattern or you could get taken out.
The only thing she ever showed a fear of was opossums and that started quite by accident. One night when she was still less than knee high, she ran to the patio door needing to go potty and I turned on the light just as I opened the door. Heidi, as usual hit that opening at a good pace and the first I saw was her trying to put on the brakes to keep from hitting a big opossum that was right there within a few feet of the patio door. She didn't make it, they collided and all I saw for a long few seconds was the two of them scrambling and rolling end over end, first one on top then the other, both just trying to get away from the other. Finally the 'possum did what 'possums do, it 'sulled' and Heidi finished up her 'peeing' as she came between my legs getting back into the house. She stopped behind me, looked at the puddle there on the floor and you could see in her eyes that she thought she was in BIG trouble for peeing in that little bit in the floor. She was trembling all over. I scooped her up, hugged her to me and started talking to her about what a brave girl she was for kicking that ole 'possum's butt and protecting momma. The puddle in the floor was forgotten til later, after she'd had her treat and was distracted with it then I slipped back into the kitchen and cleaned it up. The 'possum left sometime while all this was going on none the worse for wear.
The only time Heidi ever barked was when there was a 'possum on the patio and then she'd let it rip. She'd cut lose with a series of the deep 'wolf wolf' barks, that always made my heart jump into my throat when I'd hear her, but I knew she'd 'treed' a 'possum, no matter what size if was a 'possum the whole neighborhood knew about it.
I came home from work one day and Heidi was no where to be found, I called and called her and she never came to me, which wasn't like her at all. I finally found her in her house just off the patio. I knew something was wrong because she was only left outside on nice days and she'd always be laying out in the yard or on the patio. The only time she'd get in her dog-loo was it happened to storm while I was at work and she was outside.
I finally managed to get her out of the doghouse but she was barely breathing. I ran into the house to get a rug to put her on so I could drag her to the car and get her to the vet. By the time I got back to her I could tell that she was struggling just to breathe. I sat down there on the patio, pulled her up onto my lap and held her close to my heart as she slipped silently away. It was almost like she hung on til I got home to let go of life.
Through tears I dug her grave behind the swing she loved so much.
To this day she rests there, a huge dog with a heart larger than she was.
I so loved having this big over grown animal in my home and in my heart. She was such a joy.
My beloved Heidi.
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
"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
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
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
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
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. The bright eyes are intent and the eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, they 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.
~ William (Bill) N. Britton
⋱ ⋮ ⋰
⋯ ◯ ⋯ My Heidi ~ God's
⋰ ⋮ ⋱ Special Creation
.✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿.
♥╬♥═╬╬═♥═╬╬═♥╬♥═╬╬═♥═╬╬═♥╬♥
(¯`v´¯) Beloved Fur Baby ....♥
`*.¸.*.♥.✿ My Heidi´´¯`•.¸⁀°♡
Heidi and I came to belong to each other when she was just newly weaned puppy. She was just a little bundled of fur covered love.
She was so easily potty trained. The first few days after I got her was over a weekend so I was able to take her outside to potty every half hour or so to go 'pee' as she came to recognize the command. By the end of the weekend she was already going to the door to be let out to 'pee'.
She'd gotten spoiled to momma going out into the back yard with her and doing her little 'walk around' before she got down to business, so we had to adjust her to go by herself while I stood on the patio and waited for her. After more adjusting she would go by herself and come back to the door and get my attention either by bumping her nose against the screen of the patio door (which had bells on it) or she'd gently tap her toe nails on the glass of the patio door.
For her size once she was full grown, she was such a gentle, loving dog. Though she always thought she was still 'puppy size', she'd always try to lay at my feet between the couch and the coffee table like she'd done as a puppy... there wasn't even enough room for her to walk there much less lay down there, but she's squeeze in there and look up at me with those big brown eyes of hers and I'd just reposition my feet either on her back, which she was perfectly content with, or on the couch and let her have the space. If I did this she'd lay her head beside me on the cushion and nap.
She loved her chew toys and rawhide sticks. Her favorite toy was a small pop bottle with a few beans in it tied up in an old sock. She'd run until she gave out slinging that thing and making the most horrendous noise you ever heard. If I was trying to watch TV, that toy was traded for a treat and 'put away' for later.
My nephew, Byron, was a little over 4 years old when I got Heidi and they became great buddies. They rip and romp in the backyard all day if you let'em or until they were worn completely out. Whenever I'd hear them get quiet, I'd check and there they'd be, napping in the shade, either Byron with his head on Heidi or Heidi with her head on Byron. I guess the one that fell asleep first got to be the pillow.
My nephew loved to swing in a porch swing that I had on the patio. One day Heidi couldn't stand it any longer, she was tired of just watching, she wanted in on the action. I heard Byron yell for me to come look, I went to the patio door and here was Heidi cautiously climbing one leg at a time, slowly into the swing that Byron was holding as still as possible. Once she was there she sat down on her rump, leaned against the back of the swing, braced herself and the swinging continued. Byron always thought that was so cool for her to swing with him and he was always careful to hold the swing steady as she was getting on and off. She adored that little boy. Almost as much as me.
Heidi loved to travel, loved to ride in a vehicle. She was never one for hanging her head out the window much though. She was content to just sit in the seat and watch the world whiz by.
I took her with me a few times when she was small to stay in hotel rooms when I was out of town. She loved it. Especially when we'd go for our 'potty' walks. She was leash trained and a very well mannered dog. She loved all the attention that she got from the other people in the lobbies and around the hotel grounds.
She learned early on that it wasn't nice to 'jump' on people with her front feet, so even for such a large dog she was easily handled.
Even the few times that people would slap their legs or chests to get her to jump up, she'd roll those big brown eyes at me and with just the slightest shake of my head she'd simply 'bounce' in front of the person, but never put her feet on them.
She was never allowed on the furniture but she did have her own foot stool that she liked to sit on. And she knew it was hers. If I had company and someone sat on it and she happened to want it, she'd come to me, look at me then walk back to them and look back at me. After a time or two of this I'd just ask the person to sit in another spot and explain that the stool was Heidi's. She didn't always take her 'spot' but whenever she wanted it, she got it.
When she was a few years old I got two kittens from a litter that my nephew, Byron's, cat had. Alpha Lynn and Fred James. The first few weeks were a little trying for all of us. She would get so excited when I'd let her be near them, she couldn't wait to lick'em, but she was so big and them so small that when she'd nuzzle one, they'd always go flying. I had to tell her a few times... 'Heidi, be easy', she caught on quickly that they weren't just for her to play with roughly. She did get a certain devilish joy out of taking her nose and flipping them. It wasn't hurtful, it just really irritated the kittens and they'd bow up at her and hiss and spit to beat the band. Heidi's short little stub of a tail would start to wiggle and before long her whole rear end would be wagging back and forth.
Her favorite thing to do to Fred or Alpha was to catch one of them napping on the couch and give them a bath. Once she had them pinned against the back of the couch and a pillow she didn't stop 'til their little faces were wet from her licking them. They always gave me a look like, "Can't you do something here?" It was hilarious to watch. It would take them forever to get all the doggie cooties off, they'd wash and wash til every hair was back in place.
Heidi loved to play in the snow. She'd run and root around in it for hours if you'd let her. You just didn't want to get in her usual running pattern or you could get taken out.
The only thing she ever showed a fear of was opossums and that started quite by accident. One night when she was still less than knee high, she ran to the patio door needing to go potty and I turned on the light just as I opened the door. Heidi, as usual hit that opening at a good pace and the first I saw was her trying to put on the brakes to keep from hitting a big opossum that was right there within a few feet of the patio door. She didn't make it, they collided and all I saw for a long few seconds was the two of them scrambling and rolling end over end, first one on top then the other, both just trying to get away from the other. Finally the 'possum did what 'possums do, it 'sulled' and Heidi finished up her 'peeing' as she came between my legs getting back into the house. She stopped behind me, looked at the puddle there on the floor and you could see in her eyes that she thought she was in BIG trouble for peeing in that little bit in the floor. She was trembling all over. I scooped her up, hugged her to me and started talking to her about what a brave girl she was for kicking that ole 'possum's butt and protecting momma. The puddle in the floor was forgotten til later, after she'd had her treat and was distracted with it then I slipped back into the kitchen and cleaned it up. The 'possum left sometime while all this was going on none the worse for wear.
The only time Heidi ever barked was when there was a 'possum on the patio and then she'd let it rip. She'd cut lose with a series of the deep 'wolf wolf' barks, that always made my heart jump into my throat when I'd hear her, but I knew she'd 'treed' a 'possum, no matter what size if was a 'possum the whole neighborhood knew about it.
I came home from work one day and Heidi was no where to be found, I called and called her and she never came to me, which wasn't like her at all. I finally found her in her house just off the patio. I knew something was wrong because she was only left outside on nice days and she'd always be laying out in the yard or on the patio. The only time she'd get in her dog-loo was it happened to storm while I was at work and she was outside.
I finally managed to get her out of the doghouse but she was barely breathing. I ran into the house to get a rug to put her on so I could drag her to the car and get her to the vet. By the time I got back to her I could tell that she was struggling just to breathe. I sat down there on the patio, pulled her up onto my lap and held her close to my heart as she slipped silently away. It was almost like she hung on til I got home to let go of life.
Through tears I dug her grave behind the swing she loved so much.
To this day she rests there, a huge dog with a heart larger than she was.
I so loved having this big over grown animal in my home and in my heart. She was such a joy.
My beloved Heidi.
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
"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
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
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
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
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. The bright eyes are intent and the eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, they 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.
~ William (Bill) N. Britton
⋱ ⋮ ⋰
⋯ ◯ ⋯ My Heidi ~ God's
⋰ ⋮ ⋱ Special Creation
.✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿.
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