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Pebbles
In the depth of winter,
I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
And sometimes it barks and meows and bites.
(Author Unknown)
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From Pebbles' Foster Mom, Phyliss: Pebbles was sick when she returned to rescue as an owner surrender. Unfortunately her owners were not up front about her return. She had a large growth on her liver, that our vet felt was malignant.
I felt so sad that in her condition, she was uprooted from her home and had to get used to new surroundings and new people. She tried hard. Right up until the day she crossed the bridge, she enjoyed her morning walk. Her tail was held high and her feet were prancing. As the day wore on, she wore out, and by night she had to be coaxed out of her crate.
The tumor had grown more in the two week time since the vet last saw Pebbles. Pebbles left on her journey before she got to the suffering stage.
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 If it should be that I grow weak,
and the pain should keep me from my sleep,
then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand
don't let your grief then stay your hand,
for this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.
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We've had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears,
you'd not want me to suffer so,
the time has come to let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see. |
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Please do not grieve, it must be you
who had this painful thing to do;
we've been so close, we two, these years,
don't let your heart hold back its tears.
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| From her first Foster Mom, Sandy A:
Ariel (her original foster name) was a remarkable little cairn lady when I first saw her in a shelter just north of Houston TX in 2003. She had a smile on her face, knowing that life was for living, that someone would find her and love her. I fostered her, and she was such a treasure. Ariel loved to play and she loved to run.  Ariel never met a dog or person she didn’t like. She loved to play with toys and would get an expectant look when she thought you were going to take her toy and throw it. Her love of life was infectious, as it is with most Cairn Terriers. She would run and run in the yard with my other dogs, reveling in the ability to do so. One night she barked, and barked. I told her to hush….she didn’t. It finally dawned on me that this perfectly housetrained little girl might need to go potty…..and she did, badly. Poor little thing – she was quite horrified that she might soil her crate. For some reason she had a bout of diarrhea and I got up several times that night to let her out. Fortunately it was a just a one night event.
Ariel always had a smile on her face, and lots of love in her heart. She loved being held and getting scritches. She loved to be loved. I am so saddened that this wonderful little girl did not have a full and long life in her forever home. Ariel was returned to Col. Potter after five years. And then she was diagnosed with a malignant liver tumor. How can life be so cruel to the sweetest little girl with such a love and zest for life? As Ariel’s first foster mom, I am forever grateful to the second foster mom who loved her as much as I did, and for giving Ariel comfort when she needed love the most. Run pain free, little girl. Run with a happy heart. I will see you again at the Rainbow Bridge.
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