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In Loving Memory of our dear friend Lady
This
page is devoted to the loving tribute to Lady, our friend and companion
for eight years. "I'll
sure miss her too. Best pooch I've known for a long time" -Z
"Lady
was a cheerful, sweet, well-behaved model of pet dog-hood. She
liked people. She wasn't a working dog, except for occassionally
working the crowd -- politely -- for handouts. She was gently
enthusiastic about being petted. She was a pretty black dog. She was
trustworthy around children, and people who weren't used to dogs. I
will really miss getting my 'dog fix' around her and you." -'c
One
memory I have is from when Lady stayed with us while Jeff &
Sharon
were out of town. Lady came into the living room & looked at
Lissette --
with her head held 'just so'. Lissette said "alright" and headed off. I
followed because I was curious. Lissette led Lady to where we'd stored
her treats & Lissette got her one. Lady ever so gently took the
treat
from Lissette & wagged her tail. Lissette said "you're welcome"
and they
both headed back to the Living Room. I am
not sure what unspoken communication was agreed upon by them during
this visit, but it seemed to work for both of them. My
son has met several dogs in his tender years, most of whom scared
him. Lady was a gem amongst dogs. She was kind hearted, generous,
and loving. Due to Galen's experiences with other dogs, he became
acquainted with Lady in a tentative manner. It was a precious thing
to see him sitting on the couch with Lady in his lap watching a movie.
Because of her kind spirit Galen realized that the right dog can be a
wonderful companion.
As an
ambassador of her species, she lived up to her name as few
humans and dogs ever could. "Do not stand at my grave and
weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die..."
-Anonymous
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