Ickle

My deepest condolences Bk, I know the pain you are suffering but you 're dear little friend is out of pain and as you say running free at the bridge Bless her & you. Ickle

[b]Try to keep smiling Horsefeathers doing the rescue in shelties over here I understand some of the problems you are having but please remember these poor dogs would be lost without someone like you caring enough to help them What you do really counts. Blesss you. I hope & pray they find out what the problem is with your hubby eyes and put it right pretty damn quick In my thoughts & prayers |Ickle[/b]

:laola: [size=6][color=red][b]To everyone who is travelling to England to exhibit or just to share in the excitment of the show I hope you have a safe journey and to those of you coming with dogs may I wish you a very successful day[/b][/color][/size]. Ickle

[b]That was just beautiful Cournek thank you for sharing Ickle[/b]

God bless you all for your kindness Ickle

As someone who is working there all four days I think they are good in their own way and really it depends on what your personal interest is When ever you decide to go have a great time and wear comfortable shoes Ickle

Looks a lot brighter in real life

Terrier/collie I think

I voted too Good luck Kira Ickle :laola: :laola:

You are lovely people and I feel so lucky having your support at this time Bless you Ickle

[b]Bless you all for those kind thoughts Ickle[/b]

I have just had to have my last sheltie pts yesterday He had failing kidneys which were diagnosed the day Rosie died and though my vet gave him a small chance of life with a course of injections I had to make the ultimate decision to end his pain. Feel like someone has kicked the stuffing out of me but I take comfort in the support of my friends and knowing he is now with Rosie at the bridge Ickle

[b]My sincere thanks to you all for your kind words & thoughts,I appreciate them so much. I would like to say special thanks to Roo who really does no what I am feeling at this time as she too had to have her beloved Emmma her last great dane put to rest on the same day at almost the same time Bless you Emma and all my sympathies to Roo,Patrick & Jake Ickle[/b] :cry: :cry: :cry:

[b]An email received today Sent from the Internet (Details) If A Dog Were Your Teacher" ... you would learn stuff like..... . When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. . Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. . Take naps and stretch before rising. . Run, romp, and play daily. . Thrive on attention and let people touch you. . Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do. . On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass. . On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree. . When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body. . No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout... run right back and make friends. . Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. . Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough. . Be loyal. . Never pretend to be something you're not. . If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. . When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently Ickle[/b]

Thanks K I needed that Ickle

[b]12th February today I had to have my blue merle sheltie Rosie put to rest as she had liver failure , She was only 10 and the last of my blue line so its the end of an era, We miss her so much it hurts God bless her and I will see her one day at the bridge[/b] Ickle

[b]Thought the group would appreciate this Reply-To: [email]showbostons@yahoogroups.com[/email] Had to share this email I AM YOUR DOG Author Unknown I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of other of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still. Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short. --Love, (on behalf of canines everywhere) [/b] Ickle

[b]Sent from the Internet (Details) Subject: Exhibitors Prayer EXHIBITOR'S PRAYER Dear Protector of Dogs and Fools: When that intelligent, hardworking, honest judge finally sees what I see in this dog I've worked so hard and long with, help me to accept my win with grace and dignity. And, when that blind, clueless idiot -- I mean, judge -- somehow fails to see what a fine job we've done, (well, at least better than the so-and-so he placed ahead of us!), help me to accept my defeat with some of that same grace and dignity. Lord, you alone know how I've sweated blood over this dog, the hours I've spent getting her ready (and, Lord, are any of them ever ready?) You (and probably only you!) understand why I've spent good money on this animal.....money I could have spent on lots of other things ---- things that just might have afforded me a little more pleasure and a lot less frustration. Lord, tolerate my disappointment when I lose, and help me keep it all in perspective. Help me remember that when some dog show judge gives me the gate, it's not as if St. Peter just gave me those pearly ones. Lord, clear my eyes and help me see, before I open my big mouth, that the so-and-so with the cow-hocked, pony-gaited dink walking out of the ring ahead of me is actually a fellow exhibitor who has also worked hard, maybe even sweated blood over his dog too, and probably deserves to enjoy this moment to its fullest while it lasts. Lord, you know there are sometimes -- but not nearly as often as I tend to suppose when I lose -- such ugly things as Politics, Prejudice, and Unethical Practices, which may cause my dog to get beaten unfairly -- sometimes. Help me, then, to remember that several wrongs won't ever make a right, and that none of the wrongs gives me an excuse to act like an idiot. You know I'm a competitor, Lord; I make no bones about that. I love to win and I hate to get beat. There are few things more abhorrent to me, Lord, than placing sixth out of six. If I didn't love to compete, I'd stay home and knit afghans. But then, there are probably Afghan shows, and people who hire professional knitters with high-tech knitting machines, and most likely there are afghan show judges who raise sheep whose wool goes into some of the winningest Afghans, and there I'd be -- still frustrated, still getting beat, and without a dog to share half the blame. This year, Lord, help me to have a little more faith in my fellow dog folks, and for Heaven's sake, help me win, or lose, with a little class. Amen[/b] Ickle

So sorry to hear your sad news Pitgal my thoughts and prayers are with you both Ickle

Signed Good luck with petition Ickle

Sent from the Internet (Details) This is a beautiful poem, it was used as a memorial for my Rottweilers grandfather when he passed away, it still brings tears to my eyes to read it. Thank you for sharing. Nikki Donna Cron <frogdog@erinet.com> wrote: A friend sent this to me....and it reads like it was written by a Frenchie owner :). Donna When I Got My New Dog I asked for strength that I might rear her perfectly; I was given weakness that I might feed her more treats. I asked for good health that I might rest easy; I was given a "special needs" dog that I might know nurturing. I asked for an obedient dog that I might feel proud; I was given stubbornness that I might feel humble. I asked for compliance that I might feel masterful; I was given a clown that I might laugh. I asked for a companion that I might not feel lonely; I was given a best friend that I would feel loved. I got nothing I asked for, But everything that I needed. Author Unknown

[b]I know what I would like to do to him Rowie but I am to much of a lady to put it in print. (Hint --He would have great difficulty walking for a long while) Give Rowie a hug from me Ickle[/b]

I have one which says This house is for the comfort of our dogs Visitors must take second place If you love dogs you'll understand If not [b][size=6]What are you doing here[/size][/b] or another saying This house is maintained for the comfort and security of my dogs. If you cannot accept that Then you cannot accept me [size=6]So Go Away [/size] [color=darkred]or words to that effect[/color] Ickle

[b]Amen. Bless ALL their little hearts:) -Beth -- In [email]frogdoggers@yahoogroups.com[/email], bbunch1024@a... wrote: > In a message dated 12/25/2003 9:12:42 AM Central Standard Time, > > << Subject: If I didn't have dogs..... > > > If I didn't have dogs..... > > 1) I could walk around safely barefoot in the dark; > 2) My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated; > 3) All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of dog > hair; > 4) When the doorbell rang, it wouldn't sound like the SPCA kennels; > 5) When the doorbell rang, I could get to the door without wading thru four > or five dog bodies who beat me there; > 6) I could sit how I wanted to on the couch without taking into > consideration where several little furbodies would need to get; > 7) I would not have strange presents under my tree....like dog bones, > stuffed animals and have to answer to people why I wrap them up; > 8) I would not be on a first name basis with a vet; > 9) Most used words in my vocabulary would not be: potty, outside, sit, down, > come, no, and leave him/her ALONE; > 10) My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates; > 11) My purse would not contain things like poop pick up bags and dog treats; > 12) I would no longer have to spell the world B-A-L-L and F-R-I-S- B-E-E; > 13) I would not buy weird things to stuff into "kongs", or have to explain > why I'm buying them, or what a "kong" is; > 14) I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside; > 15) I would not look strangely at people who think having their ONE dog ties > them down too much; > 16) I would not have to answer the question why do I have so many dogs from > people who will never have the joy in their life of knowing they are loved > unconditionally by something as close to an angel as they will ever get. Who > else has a friend who considers you the MOST important thing in the whole > wide world all the time. > Author Unknown[/b] Ickle

May God keep you and Kyle safe Courtnek You are in my thoughts & prayers Ickle