|Mario was such a sweet boy. Always willing to please and full of love. On Labor Day weekend 07, I was grooming Mario and he acted a bit nervous. He calmed down within a few minutes but when I repositioned him he acted a bit nervous again. So I decided to move him to a bigger table. When I picked him up he started having a seizure and his heart stopped. I was mortified. We did CPR on him for 30 min. and restarted his heart twice but it eventually stopped again for good. I was so devasted. My vet thinks it was possibly an aneurysm. I know in my heart God has a reason for everything but sometimes it is difficult to accept. We will never forget our precious Mario.||
We will miss you always!
|Marlee was such a sweet, adorable girl. She had a huge loving heart and was a super great Mom. One week before Christmas 2009, Marlee went into labor. I could see a puppy's head was stuck. So I whisked her up and took off for the Vet. Once there, Dr. Randall realized he could not get the puppy out so he did an emergency C-Section. That puppy did not make it but there were 3 others that did. At first, Marlee seemed to be overly groggy but was trying to care for her new babies. The next day she started throwing up so I took her back to Dr. Randall. He said she had Toxemia and gave her fluids and numerous shots. He told me to keep a close eye on her and bring her back in the morning. I checked on her all through the evening up until 2 AM and she was stable. I took a 2 hour nap and by 4 AM she had passed away. I was devastated and not prepared for this. Dr. Randall was in shock as well. We both thought she would be ok. I will always remember my beautiful Marlee girl. I kept one of her females from this litter to carry on her fabulous looks and terrific personality.|
Cami was my first Cavalier (along with her sister Carly) She was so sweet and always had a gentle soul. She was the one that would stand back and let the others go first and wait patiently for her turn. This worked out well since her sister Carly always had to be first. Cami was a wonderful Mom as well and gave us some gorgeous puppies during her time at Kingston. Once we retired her we found a wonderful family who gave her the best retirement home imaginable complete with a young girl who loved Cami to pieces. They also had a Beagle who became Cami's best canine friend. Sadly Cami started having severe back issues and became unable to walk. She was peacefully put to sleep under the Vet's recommendation. We will never forget Cami and enjoyed the time the Lord allowed us to be with her.
My grandson, Garrett with Cami and Carly. Our first two Cavaliers. Cami is on the right.
You are always in our hearts!
I will lend to you for awhile,
For you to love him while he lives
and mourn for him when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe two or three
But will you, 'till I call him back,
take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
and (should his stay be brief)
you'll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise how long he'll stay,
since all from earth return
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life's land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take my puppy back again?
I fancied that I heard them say
"Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,"
For all the joys this Pup will bring,
the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness
we'll love him while we may
And for the happiness that we've known,
forever grateful stay!
But should you call him back
much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed,
your wishes to achieve!
In memory of him we loved,
to help us while we grieve,
When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,
Please send us yet another Pup and we'll love him all his life.
Hi Becky,Sadly, my sweet girl passed away in my arms yesterday. About a month ago, Emma began coughing and hacking sporatically during the day, but at night, it was much worse. We took her to her vet, and they confirmed that she had fluid in her lungs and diagnosed her with congestive heart failure. I was told by the vet to prepare - that Emma could "go" at any time. I took her home, loved on her a lot, gave her lots of table scraps and belly rubs, and we had family portraits done with her. She was continuing to take her heart meds (Vetmedin) and a diuretic (Lasix), and we prayed that we'd have more time with her. Depending on how you look at it, we were fortunate to have 1 more month with her to take photos and have them to remember her always, and we were unfortunate in that it was only 1 month and not enough to celebrate her 9th birthday in May.
I don't know if you'll remember me, but my name is Shannon Graham. I used to be Shannon Neary. I live in Virginia, and I bought a beautiful Blenheim puppy from you back in 2004 when you had your first 2 litters of Cavaliers. I named her Emma. Maybe that rings a bell? :)
Over the years, Emma had been my sweetest companion. I married a wonderful man who loved Emma so much that I felt like she replaced me with him as "her person." He created a voice for her, and she would have conversations with us on a regular basis. We took her everywhere. My in-laws adored her, and my mom used any opportunity to "puppy-sit" for us. Last fall, my husband and I had our first baby, and I was thrilled to see how Emma took to the baby as if he was her own. We called her our son's guardian because she would lie on my side of the bed, overlooking his co-sleeper, watching him while he slept. If he played on the floor, she was right there beside him. If I put him in his car seat, she escorted him out of the house. He's almost 7 months old now, and I have pictures and video of him playing with her, grabbing her fur and reaching for her paws. Never once did she snip at him, bark, or act out. She would simply wiggle if his grasp was a little tight, and then give him a good lick on the face. Best surrogate mama ever!
Anyhow, I don't mean to send this or tell you my sob story for nothing. I truly want you to know how much Emma has meant to me. I will mourn her for the rest of my life, no doubt. That girl stuck it out with me through the roughest times of my life, and she was always a beacon of joy that everything would be okay. Now that she's gone, in the 24 hours since she's passed away, our lives have been rocked by how different it is. Our house feels so empty without her. Had it not been for you, I wouldn't have had her.
Thank you, oh so much, Becky. You have no idea how thankful I am. (I'll keep an eye out for upcoming puppies - particularly blenheim girls - on your website this fall and next year.)
PS - I attached the family portrait that we had done. Look how happy she is! The picture was taken just the weekend before last. She was like a little puppy again, running around everywhere, jumping up on the couch, and barking at everyone.
JUST A DOG
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up,
it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog."
understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved
for "just a dog."
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.
Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person.
Because of "just a dog", I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog", but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man or woman."
So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog", just smile -- because they "just don't understand."
"Musings" by Richard Biby,