When our dog Winnie
crossed over that bridge
that we all dread when we
bring home a new puppy
or adopt a special dog,
~ the rainbow bridge ~
our then five year old
daughter cried off and on
about her loss for years.
Not every day, but when
she was super tired or
feeling lonely or if any other
strong emotion rose to
the surface, she mourned
for Winnie, all over again.
At the time that Winnie passed
away, I also had an 18 month
old little boy and a gigantic
hole in my heart left from this
experience of saying good-bye
to my first baby, a 100-pound
Great Dane-Lab Mix who had
soothed a place in my soul that
craved mothering for five years
before our first human baby
The question of Can we get a
puppy? was therefore met with
this edict: When you are ten and
can help Mommy and Daddy take
care of a puppy, we will get one.
In the interim, my daughter became
increasingly enamored with the
canine species. Big dogs, little
dogs, pure bred, mixed breed,
she loved them all. At five she
even declared that some day she
would marry Scooby-Doo!
Boy those five years went fast.
Now we have a scrappy little
Toy Fox Terrier whose papers
dub her Gracie Marie, but whose
name I extended to Gracie Marie
Margaret Delilah. All seven pounds
of her have captured our hearts
and helped to fill the tear in the
fiber of our family that
was there after Winnie died.
her biggest collections: vintage dog
figurines. A Japan stamp on the
bottom of many of her dogs indicates that
they were made post World War II,
most likely in the late 40's and 50's.
their age, though. Often she just falls
in love with one and its pedigree is
really secondary to the beauty that it
holds in her eyes.
a linky party to show and tell some
of my collections and I hope you will
join in and give us a glimpse of yours.
I am fascinated by collections, their
history and how they got started, so
please, come back and share!
Dogs are our link to paradise.
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a
glorious afternoon is to be back in
Eden; where doing nothing was not
boring--it was peace.
~ Milan Kundera
Have a wonderful weekend!