Great News for Those of Us Who Love Our Doggies...

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Great News for Those of Us Who Love Our Doggies...

Post by Mortuus Fakeuus » Sat Dec 13, 2014 9:51 pm

http://rt.com/news/214071-heaven-animals-pope-francis/

His Holy Father, Pope Francis, made a statement to the effect that, to borrow the title of a Disney movie from three decades ago, "All Dogs Go to Heaven." When asked by a little boy, who was grieving for his recently deceased dog, if the animal would go to heaven, the Pontiff answered, “paradise is open to all of God's creatures.”

“One day, we will see our animals again in the eternity of Christ,” said the leader of the Catholic Church, according to Italian news outlets.

This is wonderful news for those of us who completely -- and without any hesitancy or limitation -- love our dogs more than just about anything else in the world. I've always enjoyed and completely related to Will Rogers' statement that "if there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die, I want to go where they all went."

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Dolly Clementine
1999 - 2011
Somewhere in Heaven :cry:

When asked for comment, my beloved, three year-old little canine, Daffodil Clementine, said the following:

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"Yawn"

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"Woof"

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"Mama, I don't wanna go for a walk...Mama? Mama! Mama! Oh, Jeezly-crow!"

Thanks for humoring a hopeless lover of all things canine...
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Re: Great News for Those of Us Who Love Our Doggies...

Post by svaglic » Tue Dec 16, 2014 11:34 am

This little guy is going to go to hell in a handbasket if he doesn't get over his pampered self and start going potty outside. I guess he has decided it is too cold out, the last 3 days he has gone pee pee in the corner of the kitchen. Thank god it is easy to clean off tile, but I'm about over it. Every 2 hours, I get my coat and hat on and he won't go out, he goes to the kitchen.

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Re: Great News for Those of Us Who Love Our Doggies...

Post by svaglic » Tue Dec 16, 2014 12:42 pm

AJC wrote:Svag, is he a pup? Mine is just over a year old and just recently got over his fear of cold/wet weather.


My little devil is 3 1/2. We never had this problem in Hawaii and last winter he was a champ about it all. He was confused about snow, but loved playing in it. I think the initial awe of cold weather has worn off. I don't live in a mansion, but it is a nice, decent house and I just can't deal with this much longer. I'm thinking about putting a pet door inside so he can get down to the garage and go. I just hate the thought of having a hole cut in such a nice door from the 20's.
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Post by Mortuus Fakeuus » Tue Dec 16, 2014 4:14 pm

Oh, no, those doggies aren't spoiled... :roll: You both are excellent doggie parents...I can tell. I can still recall your story of how you came across your baby, Svagy, and you're always going to hold a special place in my heart for stepping in the way you did. I love the expression on his face: "Spoiled? Pampered? Who, me?"

Sounds like you've got a way-cool house, AJ. We were able to train Daffy by just taking her out every 30-45 minutes or so, until she figured out that she had to produce results or stay out in the "cold." (I say "cold" because this is SoCal, after all...) It worked well, and she does her thing outside with no problems (knock wood)...

GREAT pix by both of you...
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Post by kahuna74 » Tue Dec 16, 2014 7:48 pm

svoglic wrote:
AJC wrote:Svag, is he a pup? Mine is just over a year old and just recently got over his fear of cold/wet weather.


My little devil is 3 1/2. We never had this problem in Hawaii and last winter he was a champ about it all. He was confused about snow, but loved playing in it. I think the initial awe of cold weather has worn off. I don't live in a mansion, but it is a nice, decent house and I just can't deal with this much longer. I'm thinking about putting a pet door inside so he can get down to the garage and go. I just hate the thought of having a hole cut in such a nice door from the 20's.

I don't know if this is something you might want to check out. They make these pads that are basically a diaper. You lay them on the floor and a dog can do his business on them. Very good product. I use to work in a shelter and we would use them for the older dogs. They really do work great. We had people that would come in and adopted the older dogs that no one would want. This one couple would come in every couple of years and adopt two. I would get very teary eyed. Not many people would do this. Most give them up instead. Hope it works out for you.
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Post by Mortuus Fakeuus » Wed Dec 17, 2014 6:43 am

A few years ago, several months after our little bichon, Dolly Clementine, passed away at 12, of pancreatic cancer, I went to a local organization called Bichons and Buddies, and adopted a beautiful little 12 year-old girl bichon, named Betty. The organization members were up front and honest about her; she had several tumors in her little body that left her with about 12 months of life, and they wanted to find her a home where she would receive full-time love during the amount of time remaining to her on this earth. I'm fully retired from the USN, and as the boss at Mortuus Aviation, LLC, I can take off as much work as I see fit, so I signed up for little Betty.

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She earned the name 'Betty White' from the folks at Bichons & Buddies,
because she looked a bit like Ms. White...


She and I felt an immediate love for each other; her sweet little tail would zip back and forth whenever she sensed me approaching her little 'day bed.' I say "sensed" because my little Betty was just about completely blind when we found each other, but that didn't stop me from wanting her as daddy's little girl-baby. After a couple of days living with us, she had already found her own special places she liked to walk, and all we had to do is follow along and not get lost. We'd come back after the walk, I'd feed her and give her a backrub with heated Absorbine Junior liniment, then I'd wrap her up in a soft old baby blanket from my childhood and bundle her into our bed. After my own bed preparations, I'd head into the bedroom and hear that sweet tail zipping along, side-to-side, once she heard me. I'd climb into bed, and she would pull herself over to me and slip off to sleep. If she needed to go out and do her bidness at any time in the night, she'd crawl over to me and pat the back of my hands with one of her sweet little paws, and I'd take her out so she could take care of bidness. I'd gently pick her up and take her back to the nice warm bed that was awaiting our return.

On the morning of the sixth day, I woke up and neither my wife nor our little Betty were there. I got one of those "free-fall" moments where it felt like my tummy had just dropped a few hundred feet. I was shivering badly from the cold of the morning air, though in truth that wasn't the only reason.

I went into the living room, and there was a rush of relief when I saw that my wife held Betty in her lap. The relief turned out to be very short lived, when my eyes met those of my wife. They were full of silent tears that rolled very slowly down her cheeks and then dropped ever-so-slowly to the blanket that held the body of my sweet little girl, Betty.

Betty had crawled as close to me as she possibly could and had started to softly cry in her sleep. This had gone on for the better part of an hour, when Betty awakened for the last time, looked up at me and began to give me a nice morning face-wash, something she'd given me every morning for her all-too-short time with us. As usual, I fell asleep. Betty also fell asleep a few minutes after I did and, as my Missus watched, quietly sobbing, she saw betty take her last few breaths, trying to get closer and closer to the man who'd been her loving daddy since she'd come home with us. My lady says that I put my arms around her and, without waking up, began to stroke her soft, sweet fur. A couple of minutes later, she quieted down very slowly took her final breath. My wife had then very gently pulled Betty from my arms.

A couple of hours later, it was I who sat there, holding the still, blanket-wrapped body of our sweet little rescue girl, and it was me doing all the sobbing over here. Stayed that way for three hours, just crying and crying...and crying.

Within a week, she'd been cremated and returned home to us, and for several nights, her little cedar box, filled with her ashes, 'slept' with us every night. We'd had her for just over five days, but in that impossibly short little period, we loved that little doggie a lifetime's worth. And sadly, we signed up for a lifetime's worth of suffering as part of the deal. That's just the way it is when you choose to love a little doggy. Sweet, sweet little Betty, we love and miss you so much.

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Betty White Praesepultus
1999 - 2011
A Gift Made All the More Sweet -- and, Yes, Sad --
by the Shortness of the Time We Three Had Together



"The Power of the Dog"

by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie --
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find -- it's your own affair --
But . . . you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone -- wherever it goes -- for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept'em, the more do we grieve;

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long --
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?


In loving memory of our Dolly Clementine
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1999 - 2011

And our beloved Betty White
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1999 - 2011

Thanks for slogging through this, fellow doggy lovers...
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Re: Great News for Those of Us Who Love Our Doggies...

Post by biglove » Fri Dec 19, 2014 10:07 am

Dang it, Mort...I cried! That's so sweet! Great pics of the pooches Aj and Svag! Warms my heart knowing so many of us are dog fans!

I LOVE the fact that Pope Francis brought this up, too. All dogs go to heaven; but, only a handful of cats will be there and they will all be with my late and oh, SO crazy, "Aunt Shirley."

My Boxer, Mandy, passed at age ten in 2/2013 from a stroke. We held her at home for an hour before we took her to the vet and held her for her last breaths. As is our custom, I brought her back home and buried her in our back yard. Had done this with a couple of our cats and our smaller dogs. You cannot imagine what it takes to dig a hole for a 50# dog in LA clay...

Gone but very much not forgotten in the last 15 years...

Roxie (American Bulldog/Boxer mix), sadly, killed by a truck after running across the street to greet the mayor as he came out for the AM paper:
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Toughie (Pug), our runt who was as tough as they come and the happiest dog in the world. My wife's baby that was killed by a possum in the back yard. No, seriously...
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Mandy (Boxer), our champion blood line "show dog" that lived her life as a family pet. She never knew what an incredible dog she was. Everywhere we went she was fawned over by dog lovers and breeders. She was my baby and I miss her so...
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Mandy with my wife's pup, Sweetie, who we bought as a rescue for Mandy to raise (who is going to the vet with my daughter at this moment as we think she has diabetes... )
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"Courage is knowing it might hurt, and doing it anyway. Stupidity is the same. And that's why life is hard."-Jeremy Goldberg
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