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
Oh this made me cry….I have 3 babies in the rainbow bridge……
I’m sorry Ivonne 😦 Daughter # 2 came in and saw it and she began to cry.. as did I when I did it… they are happy where they are – we must console ourselves that this is so.
Our little doggie-a min schnauzer- is aging quickly now that she’s 13. I dread this day.
I wish her many years with you. Be strong when the time comes. I thank you for your visit and comments .
I’m sure Tarsha is in a better place now. She must have been a wonderful dog I’m sure. I feel that one doesn’t know what true love is unless they are captivated by a dog’s love..
So true RG …nothing quite like it 🙂 x
Such a cute photo – Tarsha sounds like she was a wonderful dog!
That she was Gabriela that she was 🙂 thank you x
She had grand floppy ears and a nice spot around her eye to spy you with *smiles* … she looked to be the cutest dog in my head.
And nods on the Rainbow Bridge ….
Thanks sweety – yes we did love that large spy spot *hugs* …. thank you xxx
This is so beautiful…made me well up for sure. I love my stinky, dauschaund- he’s 14 and still kicking. He can’t see too well, really can’t hear and has a fat growth on his chest we lovingly refer to as the fat blob. My husband and I think Rudy is our constant reminder of the life we may still face in the years to come. Thanks for these lovely words about how much our pets mean to us and contribute to our lives.
Tarsha was covered with lumpy bits too, a sign of age. You are welcome Beck, may your family be able to enjoy more time with Rudy 🙂 xxx
Tears in my eyes as I type this. I have several who have crossed over, as well. My dear Rudy, who is about to turn 13 and still thinks he’s a puppy – he’s also a mutt, a mixed breed – continues to be a complete joy. I’m not looking forward to the day when he has to leave.
Another Rudy? sorry for upsetting folks – not my intent – just wanted to reiterate how much love they give us and how we should love equally in return, hopefully you also shall have many years with him. xxx
It’s important to sometimes be reminded of their value to us. Please don’t worry about my tears!
…..I feel you, we had to put Josef (our first dog) down for similar reasons…The pain is unbearable….and I lost Charlie (my second dog-a dachshund) when he was run over by a car at the age of 6…Horrible, horrible times…Then again..you gain so much love when you have them around…(I will let you in on my secret…I think we have a winner…I have found OUR dog and have semi-convinced N. to adopt him!!!!) xxx
Yes I guess the few weeks of real pain is forgotten by the years of love and smiles they bring to us. Love the names of these fur-babies, Rudy, Josef and Charlie 🙂
OMG T that is brilliant news!!!! you must keep me updated !! Please 🙂 Fingers crossed. xxxx
They are family aren’t they? Beautiful tribute.
Yes Kyred – they are exactly that – family and when I read what some pigs do to them – …blood boil. Thank you hun. xx
They never leave your heart.
No desert they never do, no many how many years pass 😦 xxx
Now now there will be no crying, I did enough of that 7 years ago and now and then a tear is shed when I speak to her on her rainbow bridge we must think happy thoughts of our beloved lost pets … but thank you honey xx
She is absolutely adorable! A beautiful poem and I remember you saying you got a tattoo in her honor. A great tribute to a wonderful pup!!
Mel what a memory you have! Yes I have her name and a paw print on my stomach above my left hip …joining with unseen dots to my heart. Thank you sweetheart 🙂 xx
awww, wipe tears.
but mumsy, you have so much love to give another puppy. it isn’t fair to either of you to not do so, I know how hard that last “Godly” decision is to make, and how painful. It is one of love too though, and they give you so much.
pssst, a puppies love is waiting for you, it’s tail wagging in anticipation. Excited and looking eagerly to see if you are yet coming…… go….
I perhaps will when I retire and can devote my time fully to another fur-baby. At the moment with working I cannot, but I think I would like to have another little one around my feet – I think dogs are the most precious animals on this planet and would dearly love to share my life with one again… hopefully it will happen 🙂 Thank you sweetheart. xx
Lyn – very important *nods* 🙂 xx
You sounded so beautiful and your mummy and sisters talked highly of you. Rest in peace sweet Tarsha! Mwaaah xxxx
You know when you get that warm inner glow in your cheeks when you read something & have a tear start – you just did that when I read this – thank you sweet girl xxxx