The end of an era

In 1968 Charlie and I bought a small black puff of fur we named Wilhelmina
that grew into the most spoiled toy poodle in the world. She lived until
1983. I was bereft when she died as we had been extremely close for fifteen
years. If I was sitting down or sleeping she was right next to me. Always.

After a few months we found another golden ball of fur we named Brandie
Alesandra. She was smart and independent. A delight to train. And turned
out to be a very good and easy Mamma dog as well. She had two puppies at a
time for five litters, and we kept the two little girls from the last
litter. We named the babies Taffee and Sugar. That was over seventeen
years ago. And for several years the three little golden poodles ruled our
home and our life. Taffee and Sugar looked so much alike that I could not
tell them apart from across the room if they were newly clipped. And felt
to different I could tell them apart at the slightest touch. Taffee died a
year ago.

Yesterday I finally had to make the choice that Sugar was too ill and in too
much pain to have any benefit in extending her life. She had been deaf and
blind for years and suffering from congestive heart failure, but still
managed to enjoy cuddles and sunshine warmth. And just being close. There
won't be any more poodles for us. Its the right choice but it still breaks
my heart. For close to thirty seven years now, there has been a little
curly head close by. Wanting a cuddle or a snack or a walk. Or just
someone to curl up next to.

Jo

Jo Firey wrote:
Yesterday I finally had to make the choice that Sugar was too ill and
in too
much pain to have any benefit in extending her life. She had been
deaf and
blind for years and suffering from congestive heart failure, but
still
managed to enjoy cuddles and sunshine warmth. And just being close.
There
won't be any more poodles for us. Its the right choice but it still
breaks
my heart. For close to thirty seven years now, there has been a
little
curly head close by. Wanting a cuddle or a snack or a walk. Or just
someone to curl up next to.

Aww. I'm so sorry about Sugar. They all sound like such sweeties.

I know that it's horrible when it comes time to make that choice.

Katz

On Sat, 19 Mar 2005 12:26:17 -0800, "Jo Firey"
yodeled:

In 1968 Charlie and I bought a small black puff of fur we named Wilhelmina
that grew into the most spoiled toy poodle in the world. She lived until
1983. I was bereft when she died as we had been extremely close for fifteen
years. If I was sitting down or sleeping she was right next to me. Always.

After a few months we found another golden ball of fur we named Brandie
Alesandra. She was smart and independent. A delight to train. And turned
out to be a very good and easy Mamma dog as well. She had two puppies at a
time for five litters, and we kept the two little girls from the last
litter. We named the babies Taffee and Sugar. That was over seventeen
years ago. And for several years the three little golden poodles ruled our
home and our life. Taffee and Sugar looked so much alike that I could not
tell them apart from across the room if they were newly clipped. And felt
to different I could tell them apart at the slightest touch. Taffee died a
year ago.

Yesterday I finally had to make the choice that Sugar was too ill and in too
much pain to have any benefit in extending her life. She had been deaf and
blind for years and suffering from congestive heart failure, but still
managed to enjoy cuddles and sunshine warmth. And just being close. There
won't be any more poodles for us. Its the right choice but it still breaks
my heart. For close to thirty seven years now, there has been a little
curly head close by. Wanting a cuddle or a snack or a walk. Or just
someone to curl up next to.

Jo


I am so sorry for your loss of your dear old friend. Purrs for both
of you, and your family.





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"Jo Firey" wrote in message
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In 1968 Charlie and I bought a small black puff of fur we named Wilhelmina
that grew into the most spoiled toy poodle in the world. She lived until
1983. I was bereft when she died as we had been extremely close for
fifteen
years. If I was sitting down or sleeping she was right next to me.
Always.

After a few months we found another golden ball of fur we named Brandie
Alesandra. She was smart and independent. A delight to train. And
turned
out to be a very good and easy Mamma dog as well. She had two puppies at
a
time for five litters, and we kept the two little girls from the last
litter. We named the babies Taffee and Sugar. That was over seventeen
years ago. And for several years the three little golden poodles ruled
our
home and our life. Taffee and Sugar looked so much alike that I could not
tell them apart from across the room if they were newly clipped. And felt
to different I could tell them apart at the slightest touch. Taffee died
a
year ago.

Yesterday I finally had to make the choice that Sugar was too ill and in
too
much pain to have any benefit in extending her life. She had been deaf
and
blind for years and suffering from congestive heart failure, but still
managed to enjoy cuddles and sunshine warmth. And just being close.
There
won't be any more poodles for us. Its the right choice but it still
breaks
my heart. For close to thirty seven years now, there has been a little
curly head close by. Wanting a cuddle or a snack or a walk. Or just
someone to curl up next to.

Jo

I can empathise completely. I said goodbye to my last 17 y.o, whippet in
2003. I had them for years, up to 11 of the little devils.
I can't describe how I felt when any went to RB. You know, though.
I like poodles, when I was 18 I had a Saturday job shampooing and grooming
them. Poodles are underestimated.
Purrs for your aching heart. I know it only too well when a beloved dog
leaves for the RB.

Tweed

Jo Firey wrote:
Yesterday I finally had to make the choice that Sugar was too ill and
in too much pain to have any benefit in extending her life. She had
been deaf and blind for years and suffering from congestive heart
failure, but still managed to enjoy cuddles and sunshine warmth. And
just being close. There won't be any more poodles for us. Its the
right choice but it still breaks my heart. For close to thirty seven
years now, there has been a little curly head close by. Wanting a
cuddle or a snack or a walk. Or just someone to curl up next to.

Jo

Awwwww I'm so sorry, Jo. It's terrible to have to let them go. My
heart goes out to you.

Jill

in article , Jo Firey at
wrote on 3/19/05 2:26 PM:

In 1968 Charlie and I bought a small black puff of fur we named Wilhelmina
that grew into the most spoiled toy poodle in the world. She lived until
1983. I was bereft when she died as we had been extremely close for fifteen
years. If I was sitting down or sleeping she was right next to me. Always.

After a few months we found another golden ball of fur we named Brandie
Alesandra. She was smart and independent. A delight to train. And turned
out to be a very good and easy Mamma dog as well. She had two puppies at a
time for five litters, and we kept the two little girls from the last
litter. We named the babies Taffee and Sugar. That was over seventeen
years ago. And for several years the three little golden poodles ruled our
home and our life. Taffee and Sugar looked so much alike that I could not
tell them apart from across the room if they were newly clipped. And felt
to different I could tell them apart at the slightest touch. Taffee died a
year ago.

Yesterday I finally had to make the choice that Sugar was too ill and in too
much pain to have any benefit in extending her life. She had been deaf and
blind for years and suffering from congestive heart failure, but still
managed to enjoy cuddles and sunshine warmth. And just being close. There
won't be any more poodles for us. Its the right choice but it still breaks
my heart. For close to thirty seven years now, there has been a little
curly head close by. Wanting a cuddle or a snack or a walk. Or just
someone to curl up next to.

Jo



Awww. I am so sorry to hear this. Purrs from my Sugar to your Sugar that she
crosses to the Bridge pleasantly and purrs of comfort for you.

On Sat, 19 Mar 2005 12:26:17 -0800, "Jo Firey"
wrote:

In 1968 Charlie and I bought a small black puff of fur we named Wilhelmina
that grew into the most spoiled toy poodle in the world. She lived until
1983. I was bereft when she died as we had been extremely close for fifteen
years. If I was sitting down or sleeping she was right next to me. Always.

After a few months we found another golden ball of fur we named Brandie
Alesandra. She was smart and independent. A delight to train. And turned
out to be a very good and easy Mamma dog as well. She had two puppies at a
time for five litters, and we kept the two little girls from the last
litter. We named the babies Taffee and Sugar. That was over seventeen
years ago. And for several years the three little golden poodles ruled our
home and our life. Taffee and Sugar looked so much alike that I could not
tell them apart from across the room if they were newly clipped. And felt
to different I could tell them apart at the slightest touch. Taffee died a
year ago.

Yesterday I finally had to make the choice that Sugar was too ill and in too
much pain to have any benefit in extending her life. She had been deaf and
blind for years and suffering from congestive heart failure, but still
managed to enjoy cuddles and sunshine warmth. And just being close. There
won't be any more poodles for us. Its the right choice but it still breaks
my heart. For close to thirty seven years now, there has been a little
curly head close by. Wanting a cuddle or a snack or a walk. Or just
someone to curl up next to.

Jo


{{{{{Jo}}}}}

I am so sorry for your loss. My heart goes out to you.

Purrs for Sugar on the way to the Bridge, and for your heart to heal
in time.

Blessings,

Ginger-lyn

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It's so hard to let them go.
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"Jo Firey" wrote in message
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Yesterday I finally had to make the choice that Sugar was too ill and in
too
much pain to have any benefit in extending her life. She had been deaf
and
blind for years and suffering from congestive heart failure, but still
managed to enjoy cuddles and sunshine warmth. And just being close.
There
won't be any more poodles for us. Its the right choice but it still
breaks
my heart. For close to thirty seven years now, there has been a little
curly head close by. Wanting a cuddle or a snack or a walk. Or just
someone to curl up next to.

Jo