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"Lake Tahoe"
April 2007-©Renee Buchanan

 

“God will prepare everything for our perfect happiness in heaven,
and if it takes my dog being there, I believe he'll be there”
~~Reverend Billy Graham

 

Booker
July 17th 1996-May 14th 2007.
 

 

Booker lived 10 years and 10 months. I got Booker on Aug. 24th at just 6 weeks old. Booker weighted 3 pounds at the time and was the size of a furry little football! This pup was the cutest thing I had ever seen and I just had to have him. Booker grew up into a 42 pound very smart and well trained friendly dog, or son as I thought of him.  I did everything I could with him.  Booker learned many tricks and things. Sit, lay down , roll over, stay, come, do the bear (stand on hind legs and growl), dance, give hugs and kisses, catch food off his nose when you snap finger, got the mail and paper. Things Bookie dog liked to do was mainly be with me and followed me everywhere I went. He also loved chasing squirrels and rabbits. He loved the water and walks. Booker also knew so many words and spellings. He did not like power outages as the lights going off suddenly and the clicking noises they make. If I would say "are we going to lose power", he would lower his head and tuck in his tail and rub up against me! That is just one example. I lost Booker on May 14th 2007 suddenly to Hemangiosarcoma, an undiagnosed cancerous tumor on his heart. I awoke that morning and from my bed said hey Bookie, he jumped up on my bed and gave me a big kiss. I said, "are you ready to go outside". I let him out back and he ran across the deck and into the yard. I closed the door and went out the front door. I walked to the back driveway gate and he would not come up to it as I was trying to tease him by making noises. I opened the gate and after calling for him with no response, I seen him lying down in his pit against the fence. I ran over and found him breathing slowly and eyes wide open. I lifted his head up and it just rolled back. I carried him to the car and rushed to the emergency vet. Bookie died on the way about 3 blocks away and I could hardly see to drive after hearing his last gasp for air. Later the vet told me that a tumor ruptured and filled the heart sac up with blood till it could not pump blood. This was so sudden and quick that I was in total shock, agony and tears and still am to this day! Bookie may you rest in peace forever and never be forgotten! Bookie dog was a true son of mine and human to me!
Love my Bookie dog forever!


 


 

Below is an oil painting of Booker when he was 2 years old- in 1998.
This painting was made by Bill's Aunt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?
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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 in a while, 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 in 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 than for me to 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 me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor. With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying 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."
 By Chuck Well

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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