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Listener Stories

Maometto

Our beloved cat, Maometto passed away at the ripe old age of 19.  We loved him dearly.  He was a stray, took him in at about 18 months.  After Maometto passed, we went to the local shelter about a month later and adopted Edward.  He was a stray  around 18 months.   Had been at the shelter recuperaing for a month.  When he was picked up, he had fleas, an abscess on his right thigh and had not been neutered.  I brought him home and let him out of his carry carton.  He walked up the hall a few feet and then returned and rolled on his back.  I am sure he was saying, “nice digs, I think I hit the jackpot:.  I was born with a defective aorta valve.  About two years after we adopted Edward, I knew from the tests my time was coming to have it replaced.  In May of 2008, I came home from working 12 hours and went to bed.  Edward came to the bed, crawled down the bedspread and came up on my left side,  placed his head on my left side and extended his paw over my heart.  He knew something was wrong withe my heart.  A few weeks later my doctor told me it was time for my valve to be replaced.  I told Edward when I went to the hospital that it would be his job to take care of me during the day when I got home and Joe would take care of me at night.  The day I came home, Edward jumped on my lap, sniffed my chest and settled on my lap.  He is my angel.  Spends so much time with me.  When I pick him up, he wraps his arms around my neck and does not want to let go of me.  We love him so much.  Animals are truly miraculous.

— Sharron from Hillsborough, CA

Charlie

Well, both of my dogs are rescue dogs, but in particular my story is regarding Charlie. He is a Malinois hound mix and was nine months old when I rescued him in Indiana. However, through some really tough times,he was the one that really rescued me. Recently, he has been diagnosed with cancer and I am devastated. I do not have the money to treat him extensively (especially on teacher pay), but for now the visual portion of the tumor has been removed and he is on meds. I love him so much…he is my boy. Thank you for allowing me to share Charlie with you…

— Kim from Tampa, FL

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Tok

A Very Sad Day.
We had to say good-bye to our old friend Tok (pronounced Toke) this morning. He had cancer and had reached a point where he was noticeably suffering. He went peacefully and was well loved by all.
I’d like to think he’s chasing squirrels in the great beyond right now; tail waggin’ all the way!

R.I.P Tok (Pronounced Toke)

Born in Anchorage Alaska, around 2003 . A Capricorn. Named after a small town up there.
He had a nice family. They were in the service and being deployed to Iraq and thus couldn’t keep him.
He needed a home. He got one with us.
Very well behaved and overtly friendly. Trusted with children was he. In fact he was trained by a professional hired by his first family to protect an autistic child that was prone to wander off. He would block the child (gently) from going out the front door by simply making sure he was between the child and the door. He weighed 110 lbs.!
Turn Ons: Quit evenings with a fresh bone, bringing things back, reminding members of the bird family he was their superior, swimming in ice water, going clamming with George, long walks on the beach and pooping.
Turn Offs: Mailmen, audacious squirrels and rolled up newspapers.
He loved Patsy Cline’s Greatest Hits
He was a gentle giant and we will miss him very, very much.
I plan on burying him in the back yard and creating a nice flower bed in his memory.

— George from Kingston, NY

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Captain

It took about 18 months to get over the passing of Chloe and June, sister terriers who passed away within a year of each other (ages 14 and 15). We’d adopted them from the shelter in Charlottesville, VA when they were puppies and they were our family’s constant joy. A few months ago we adopted a three-year-old stray terrier mix from the Champaign (IL) shelter, a feisty, free-spirited male the shelter workers had named Captain because he thought he owned the place. There is nothing in the world better than a shelter pet. They are entirely devoted, eager to please, ready to fit in and be a part of the family. I’ve loved about 14 family dogs in my 50 years, and each one is “the best.” They are all such a blessing. God surely made dogs to be our singular companions.

— Julie from Philo, IL

Leon

I had the very good fortune of having known someone who lived each day with deep respect, asking and expecting little, while giving so much.  Every day he sought to find ways to show love, have fun, and demonstrate concern for his family.  In a time where many show little consideration, let alone respect for others, he was a fountain of real happiness.  Self-sacrifice was something he lived by, without regret, enjoying every day as it came.
We brought him into our home into a new and strange world, a tiny, somewhat frail little boy (runt) needing medicine to overcome his early weeks.  After that, he needed nothing except a desire to earn our respect.  He deferred to all members of the family, demonstrating faith in everyone regardless of their understanding of his capabilities. Leon was very intelligent, cowering if one of us was upset with something; never with him.  His love was unceasing and like a precious gift.  Nearly everyone who met him instinctively knew he was happy just to be around and play, picking up his ball and giving it to them to play with him if they could.
One day he realized that we were not always able to play as much as he wanted letting me know he was bored.  I looked at him and said be careful for what you wish.  That led shortly thereafter to Shelby, who came to us as a baby as well.  Because of his giving and caring nature, the first time Leon saw baby Shelby eating her baby food, he did not push her away to eat it himself, he was so happy to have a her, he took his favorite treat and dropped it in front of her, not understanding she was not able to digest it.  Once again, he demonstrated a very advanced ability to think of someone else over himself. That never really got him far with Shelby.
As Shelby caught up with Leon in stature, Leon was always able to run circles around her, but deferred to her at meals and treats. To me, Leon was the very definition of the words noble and appreciative. He had a mischievous side, but he was also highly intelligent, He understood over 80 words and gestures and was able to “speak” hi, hello, yes, and made other sounds with unusual expression for a canine.
Unfortunately, in August of last year, 2011 at only 8 years old, cancer ended his life. I still cannot talk about his early departure to this day writing is easier since no one sees me. I was truly blessed to have known such a noble spirit who appreciated every day with us and made my life and everyone who knew him better. Loving unconditionally, playing with full intensity, and always smiling, even when he was hurting. He was the little boy I never had and he left too soon. He is in a better place where an endless sun smiles upon him.

— Derek from Laguna Niguel, CA

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Guinness

After over 15 years of unconditional love and devout service to our family Guinness has left this world and journeys into the next. Now you might question my motive for writing an obituary for a dog but you need to understand what an integral part of our family he was.

Guinness provided companionship and a sense that one could never be alone. In an empty house and during my times of unemployment, when as Father and provider, I would began to question my worth in a “cruel” market place he was there. Laying next to me during the countless resume submissions, job letters, e-mail submissions and telephone interviews. He would follow me from one room to the next as I cleaned house or prepared dinner only settling down when I settled down. A “good listener” Guinness was a great sounding board to any mock interview question and answer session. He assisted me in live telephone interviews looking up with a “its going to be ok” “relax” smile

For my children, Nathan and Caitrin he assisted, in many respects,  in the raising our family. Providing a wag and a lick after rough days on the playground, A warm body to snuggle up against on a cold night and who knows how many countless childhood adventures Guinness was involved in. When no one loved you or “understood you” somehow Guinness did, always there and at the ready to give the love that was needed or asked for.

Vigilant he would greet you upon your return home or run up to greet you when you came out of the ocean water. Ocean water, turned that dog into something that at times amazed me. No matter how many times I threw the retriever into the ocean, no matter how far I threw it, he would charge in after it. Once the children and I were out beyond the first break, in surf that was easily overhead high. It was a time for a Father to explain and teach the wiles of the sea to his children. In the background I heard a steady thump..thump..thump turning around to see Guinness swimming toward us. He circled, with a huge otter like tail guiding his direction, assuring himself that we were safe and that the children were in good hands…proceeding back to the beach a quick shake of the water and up towards Dora. The kids and I floated there amazed.

Dora, never really had an indoor dog; let alone one that weighed in at 85+lbs at his peak. When she packed the car for a day at the beach Guinness never really bothered to help, I mean how could he. Yet once a few key items were witnessed he would “bolt” for the car with the anticipation of a young child. We all laughed because you could never really get him out. As we drove toward our destination his nose was often just behind Dora’s head at times  snorting away while he breathed in the “buffet” of smells. His anticipatory pacing back and forth from Nate to Caity always created quite a stir. On the ride home you could see he had given it his all as he sleep soundly at the kids feet.  When Dora waited up for our kid’s he waited up with her, when she had hours of paperwork Guinness was at her feet.

Unfortunately the hikes, got a little longer than he could bear, the waves at the beach a little taller. He wanted to continue on with both; the heart and spirit so willing but alas his body continued to age.

I am somewhat at a loss as to how or who will clean the Ice Cream Bowls or BBQ Platters. Who will eat the left over Pizza Crust or clean up the spill on the floor

In the end he needed to be assisted with the simple task of getting up and walking. Somehow he would manage to sit up and wait until you could pick the rest of him up. Even then he recognized you, knew your smell and your touch behind those cloudy eyes. Often laying his head in your lap enjoying what little he could of a vigorous rub of the nose, head and ears. We will miss him dearly and yes he was one in a million.  We know he is now in “good hands” his ailments and infirmities gone forever; running next to a horse on a beach that is never ending.

— Phil from Camarillo, CA