In Memory of

Peppee

This page is dedicated to my beloved dog Peppee, who I lost this past May. We had her for 14 yrs. and she was loved by us probably as much as she loved us in return. She was a mix of poodle and palmerainian. She was a character this one was. I think in my whole life I will never again see or have a dog that guarded her daddys (my husband Bill's ) tennis shoes. People would always laugh when they saw her doing this. She will for ever carry a very special place in everyone's heart that came to know and love her as much as we did....And she will be greatly missed.

        We all loved   her terribly, but we know that she is at peace now and no longer suffering. We will miss her and love her as long as our memories of her remain in our hearts, she will always be with us.

Continued after the pictures is an article that I cut from the local paper. It was a letter that was written to columnist Ann Landers. After reading it I found myself in tears due to the moving effect it had on me, so I wanted to share it with others.

More pics of her below

( 1984-1998 )

Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?

I remember bringing you home.

You were so small and cuddly

with your tiny paws and soft fur.

You bounced around the room

with eyes flashing and ears flopping.

Once and awhile, you'd let out a little yelp

just to let me know this was your territory.

Making a mess of the house and chewing on

everything is sight became a passion, and

when I scolded you, you just put your head down and

looked up at me with those innocent eyes as if to say,

"I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching.

As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window

and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day

at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging, just

to say, " Welcome home. I missed you. " You never had a bad day,

and I could always count on you to be there for me.

When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you

would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked

for anything more then to have me pat your head so you could go to

sleep with your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly.

Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't

stand on those wobbly legs anymore.

I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again.

You just looked up at meas if to say that you were old and tired

and that after all these years of not asking for anything,

you had to ask me one more favor.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet.

One last time, you were laying there next to me.

For some strange reason, you were able to stand up

in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant

turned your head and looked at me as if to say,

"Thank you for taking care of me."

I thought,"No thank you for taking care of me."

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