On this beautiful summer morning, our Nena passed away. Nena was 19 years old, 133 in dog years! She was euthanized due to dimentia and everything that comes with that. Our hearts are broken, but we know that she is happy now. Her tail is wagging again and she can hear and bark like she used to. Not sure if she'll get the marshmallows that she so loved in Heaven, but she is probably getting something better.
She came to our lives on Mother's Day, 1989. A Pekingese and Beagle mix. For those of you that have lost your pets, you'll understand when I say that she was loved as our own child. She had the run of the house from an early age. Was only boarded once. She loved people, not so much other animals, though. She would chase the birds, the squirrels and the next door cat out of the yard whenever she was outside. It was fun to watch her.
Nena would never take food from your hands unless it was handed to her, and it had to be from your right hand, at that. From the time she was house broken, she slept in our room. She wouldn't have it any other way. Once we went on vacation and our friends took care of her at their house. Well she cried until they put her in their room. My friend said, "I don't even do that with our dog", but they had no problem obliging. She was so loved by everyone that met her.
On March 8, 2002, she had a stroke. With love therapy, baby vitamins and baby food; she was her old self all over again. Nobody could tell that she had gone through that. The only physical evidence was that her head was a little tilted, but it gave her character.
Many times we would take her to a nature center near our house and she would run from one end of the soccer field to the other, always waiting for that piece of bacon at the end of the run. We would say "park" and she knew where she was going.
For some reason she did not like thunder. She would come to us but I don't know if to protect us or herself. We were never away on Independence Day, because we knew how all the noise affected her. When she lost some of her hearing, then it was no longer a problem.
In many ways she was my comfort. Nena, only God knows how much I miss you, and you've only been gone six hours.
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People say that there are signs everywhere. As I was reading this morning's paper, just after my husband had called the vets office, just to find out how to go about putting her down, I came across the Marmaduke comic. There is a priest visiting and Marmaduke is looking at his master, and she said "All right, Marmaduke. I'll ask him if dogs go to heaven." That was a sign. Even though we did not know at the time that today was the day. We were only going to have her examined but once there, we were told that it could be done then. We knew that it would have been emotionally impossible to bring her back home and then back again knowing that she would be euthanized. She went to Doggie Heaven with our blessings.
She came to our lives on Mother's Day, 1989. A Pekingese and Beagle mix. For those of you that have lost your pets, you'll understand when I say that she was loved as our own child. She had the run of the house from an early age. Was only boarded once. She loved people, not so much other animals, though. She would chase the birds, the squirrels and the next door cat out of the yard whenever she was outside. It was fun to watch her.
Nena would never take food from your hands unless it was handed to her, and it had to be from your right hand, at that. From the time she was house broken, she slept in our room. She wouldn't have it any other way. Once we went on vacation and our friends took care of her at their house. Well she cried until they put her in their room. My friend said, "I don't even do that with our dog", but they had no problem obliging. She was so loved by everyone that met her.
On March 8, 2002, she had a stroke. With love therapy, baby vitamins and baby food; she was her old self all over again. Nobody could tell that she had gone through that. The only physical evidence was that her head was a little tilted, but it gave her character.
Many times we would take her to a nature center near our house and she would run from one end of the soccer field to the other, always waiting for that piece of bacon at the end of the run. We would say "park" and she knew where she was going.
For some reason she did not like thunder. She would come to us but I don't know if to protect us or herself. We were never away on Independence Day, because we knew how all the noise affected her. When she lost some of her hearing, then it was no longer a problem.
In many ways she was my comfort. Nena, only God knows how much I miss you, and you've only been gone six hours.
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People say that there are signs everywhere. As I was reading this morning's paper, just after my husband had called the vets office, just to find out how to go about putting her down, I came across the Marmaduke comic. There is a priest visiting and Marmaduke is looking at his master, and she said "All right, Marmaduke. I'll ask him if dogs go to heaven." That was a sign. Even though we did not know at the time that today was the day. We were only going to have her examined but once there, we were told that it could be done then. We knew that it would have been emotionally impossible to bring her back home and then back again knowing that she would be euthanized. She went to Doggie Heaven with our blessings.
On this beautiful summer morning, our Nena passed away. Nena was 19 years old, 133 in dog years! She was euthanized due to dimentia and everything that comes with that. Our hearts are broken, but we know that she is happy now. Her tail is wagging again and she can hear and bark like she used to. Not sure if she'll get the marshmallows that she so loved in Heaven, but she is probably getting something better.
She came to our lives on Mother's Day, 1989. A Pekingese and Beagle mix. For those of you that have lost your pets, you'll understand when I say that she was loved as our own child. She had the run of the house from an early age. Was only boarded once. She loved people, not so much other animals, though. She would chase the birds, the squirrels and the next door cat out of the yard whenever she was outside. It was fun to watch her.
Nena would never take food from your hands unless it was handed to her, and it had to be from your right hand, at that. From the time she was house broken, she slept in our room. She wouldn't have it any other way. Once we went on vacation and our friends took care of her at their house. Well she cried until they put her in their room. My friend said, "I don't even do that with our dog", but they had no problem obliging. She was so loved by everyone that met her.
On March 8, 2002, she had a stroke. With love therapy, baby vitamins and baby food; she was her old self all over again. Nobody could tell that she had gone through that. The only physical evidence was that her head was a little tilted, but it gave her character.
Many times we would take her to a nature center near our house and she would run from one end of the soccer field to the other, always waiting for that piece of bacon at the end of the run. We would say "park" and she knew where she was going.
For some reason she did not like thunder. She would come to us but I don't know if to protect us or herself. We were never away on Independence Day, because we knew how all the noise affected her. When she lost some of her hearing, then it was no longer a problem.
In many ways she was my comfort. Nena, only God knows how much I miss you, and you've only been gone six hours.
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People say that there are signs everywhere. As I was reading this morning's paper, just after my husband had called the vets office, just to find out how to go about putting her down, I came across the Marmaduke comic. There is a priest visiting and Marmaduke is looking at his master, and she said "All right, Marmaduke. I'll ask him if dogs go to heaven." That was a sign. Even though we did not know at the time that today was the day. We were only going to have her examined but once there, we were told that it could be done then. We knew that it would have been emotionally impossible to bring her back home and then back again knowing that she would be euthanized. She went to Doggie Heaven with our blessings.
She came to our lives on Mother's Day, 1989. A Pekingese and Beagle mix. For those of you that have lost your pets, you'll understand when I say that she was loved as our own child. She had the run of the house from an early age. Was only boarded once. She loved people, not so much other animals, though. She would chase the birds, the squirrels and the next door cat out of the yard whenever she was outside. It was fun to watch her.
Nena would never take food from your hands unless it was handed to her, and it had to be from your right hand, at that. From the time she was house broken, she slept in our room. She wouldn't have it any other way. Once we went on vacation and our friends took care of her at their house. Well she cried until they put her in their room. My friend said, "I don't even do that with our dog", but they had no problem obliging. She was so loved by everyone that met her.
On March 8, 2002, she had a stroke. With love therapy, baby vitamins and baby food; she was her old self all over again. Nobody could tell that she had gone through that. The only physical evidence was that her head was a little tilted, but it gave her character.
Many times we would take her to a nature center near our house and she would run from one end of the soccer field to the other, always waiting for that piece of bacon at the end of the run. We would say "park" and she knew where she was going.
For some reason she did not like thunder. She would come to us but I don't know if to protect us or herself. We were never away on Independence Day, because we knew how all the noise affected her. When she lost some of her hearing, then it was no longer a problem.
In many ways she was my comfort. Nena, only God knows how much I miss you, and you've only been gone six hours.
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People say that there are signs everywhere. As I was reading this morning's paper, just after my husband had called the vets office, just to find out how to go about putting her down, I came across the Marmaduke comic. There is a priest visiting and Marmaduke is looking at his master, and she said "All right, Marmaduke. I'll ask him if dogs go to heaven." That was a sign. Even though we did not know at the time that today was the day. We were only going to have her examined but once there, we were told that it could be done then. We knew that it would have been emotionally impossible to bring her back home and then back again knowing that she would be euthanized. She went to Doggie Heaven with our blessings.
