Morgan 11th Birthday

  Morgan  d. 12-02-07

     SID  d. 12-31-07

Sid,
    What can anyone who knew Sid really say but "What a guy".  He had
several names around here one being The Big Guy and another Sid the
Kid.  No matter what he was the epitome of LOVE wrapped up in 115# of
nearly hairless body.
    When Carol first asked us if we would foster Sid I had some
reservations.  We had just lost another one of our own and I personally
didn't think Sid was anything but ugly.   I thought no wonder he hadn't
been adopted yet, he is such a lug.  Then he came into our home and
became a fixture that we didn't think we could do without.  He was so
kind and tolerant of every other dog that came and went.   He loved his
walks both morning and night even up until December 31.  He loved his
toys too but those he didn't like to share with others.
    I can remember the first time he got up on the couch with me like it
was yesterday.  I was watching TV and apparently he needed some strokes
for some unknown reason.  He kept moving closer and closer until he had
his big head in my lap and then he kept pushing his body even closer.  I
thought maybe he was cold but as soon as I started petting him and
giving him some attention he settled down and went to sleep like a big
baby.
    He had a few habits that were difficult to handle at times like
eating paper, cloth towels, socks, and anything else he could find. 
This was usually when we had to be away for several hours.  It was as if
he would try and find something to shred then for the fun of it try and
swallow the evidence in some way.  He was a challenge when that happened.
    The day he left us was very emotional for us the humans.  But he
laid on the floor with his head sitting on his front legs like he would
do many times in the past.  His heart just gave up and he went on to be
with all the others he has known in the past.
    As with each individual dog there is a distinct personality but for
the Big Guy who loved to sit outside in the spring and summer and just
watch the birds fly, I think his spirit has joined with them and he will
always be God's ambassador of love.   Susie and Paul

My beautiful Maverick died this morning.  He passed peacefully, but unexpectedly…  but he was 12 and I know he was dearly loved and had a good life with us.  My heart is broken.  But testament to his kind and gentle heart, all my neighbors and friends who knew him are also terribly saddened. 

T. Via  10-2-07