This is a photo of our girl Tarsha. She would have been about 5 or 6 when this was taken.
She was 16 years of age when her legs started to give way, when she lost control of her bodily functions.
When I had to make the most heart-breaking decision of my life – to end hers.
She was what you call a bitzer – a non descript, not a pure bred, but a cocker spaniel/blue heeler.
She crossed over the rainbow bridge 7 years ago this July.
She, like all fur-babies had their own personality – pedigree or not. Some may look at her and say ‘what an ugly dog…look at those ears’, she was not to know what she would look like, she just hoped that someone would take her into their home and love her. That is what we did – she didn’t have to be stunning, or a dog you could ‘pop’ into your handbag to have people say ‘Ohhh how cute”. She gave us unconditional love and laughter and joy. If her water bowl was empty I would find her in the shower.. giving me the hint that she was thirsty. This is where Tarsha or ‘Tarshy-girl’ rests now and every time I see a rainbow I talk to her. This is also why I can’t own another dog for I cannot go through that pain again. This is why I mind dogs to enjoy them, to get to know their personalities, to give them lots of cuddles. They told me when your pet passes over their soul is with you for a while and you will know that they have returned to let you know they are …ok. When Tarsha was cremated and brought back home, without a lie, I felt something brush past my legs 3 times in two weeks… I know it was her.
So to you my little girl I say this.
You are gone
the love you
you have crossed
the rainbow bridge
now, to run, be young
you have left
will never be the same
thank you for the
thank you for
we miss you
after all this
we miss our little