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A Weekend With Freckles

Indiana — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 07:04:48 +0100

Hi Freckles:

I can't tell you how wonderful it was to meet you and how much I miss you now that I am home. You did amaze me with your tricks and your kisses. Your mom told me that you only kiss her and Uncle Brian. When she saw you kiss me, she was astounded. Thanks for those special kisses. I will keep them forever.

Thank your mom and Auntie Ruth for bringing me to Winnipeg. I had such a wonderful time, met great people and beautiful dogs. (You were the cutest!)

I promise I will come out again for a visit and you can give me more kisses and show me the new tricks you have learned.

I miss you, your mom, Derbles, Frodo and Mau.

Love, Auntie Andrea

Christmas Time Blues

Indiana — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 09:13:15 +0100

As many of you may have experienced, the first year after losing a dog is the hardest. For me, it is around Christmas time. I lost my first Belgian, Schuyler, December 13th, 1992 and thus acquired Indiana on December 19th. The first few years without Schuyler was tough. He was only 5 when he got killed when he was it by a car. It was snowing and he ran off in the woods when the person who plowed my driveway started up the plow. He was found the next day dead on the side of the road. That’s why I got Indiana.

For those of you who knew her, she was my heart and soul. Wherever I was, she was. We did all sorts of sports together including Schutzhund, Herding, Obedience, Agility and Tracking. No matter what I asked her to do, she put 150% into it. She never wavered in her loyalty. Even though I had other dogs in my house, she was my special girlie. I loved her with all my heart.

And now that she is gone, I miss her so much. I miss those little Idgy kisses, the games we would play, and her little breath on my face. She was my heart dog, my one in a million, my soul mate.

At Christmas time even though the tree would be up for a week, and presents underneath it, she would not bother with them. However, she must have known it was Christmas, because that morning, she would tear into the presents when I sat next to the tree. My husband and I would let her open up our presents. She got so much joy in doing that.

Now, I don’t have that little one to help open those presents. I don’t have those Idgy kisses, or that puppy breath. I no longer can experience those game we played nor hold that little body that I loved. She’s gone! Christmas will never be the same without my girlie.

I’ll do my best to put on a happy appearance, but I’ll be thinking of my Indiana. She was special, she was beautiful, and she was awesome.

For those of you who have lost those pups that were your heart dog, grieve as long as you can, as long as you need to until you can finally feel that you can let it go. For me, it may take a year, it may take 5. Indiana was one in a million. I miss her so much, that it hurts each day. Some may say that it is only a dog, but until you’ve experienced what I have, the unrelenting love and affection, honesty and courage, you’ll know they are much more than dogs. They are heroes.

Indiana — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 09:11:51 +0100

Hi:

My name is "Wildlands Indiana Jones". Well, at least that's what is on my official papers. Mom used to call me "Indiana", "Indy", "In", and "Girly". It never mattered what she called me, I was always there for my mom. But now I'm in heaven.

The last time I saw my mommy we were both in the back of a car. Mommy's knee was real bad and she couldn't walk, so daddy and mommy's friend Pat took me into the vet's office. The vet gave me a shot and I wound up here in heaven.

It's a real nice place. I'm with Auntie Barbara now. Mommy would take me for walks in the woods with Auntie Barbara and her dogs. Some of her dogs are here now; Cibelle, Pandora and Ebony. Auntie Barbara is still waiting for Caleb and Sabrina. They are down there with her husband Jeff. Mommy's other dog is up here, Schuyler. I didn't know him, but Auntie Barbara did. She says that he's a nice boy and that she and mommy used to have fun. She also said that when Schuyler died, mommy got me to help heal her soul. I guess Schuyler must have meant an awful lot to mommy too!

I miss you mommy, please come to heaven.

I love you. Indiana