Gone but never forgotten.
” We cannot
lose the things we love;
For those that we truly
become … a part of
Helen Keller (1880-1968)
CH Strathraer Hyland Brae
4/04/91 – 9/01/04
Stroyka was our first Aussie Golden, and
He went to Rainbow bridge after a long
I still miss him everyday.
CH Camuka Monarch ofthe Glen
I brought you into this world nearly 15 years ago and
The toughest decision to make, but life was getting too hard, you were in pain
Archie you were our first homebred Champion, and we had so much fun, you were a
RIP our beautiful boy, may you find plenty of tennis
Forever loved by Mark, Jane, Nick, Tom and all at Camuka.
Chaleur High N Mighty
14/12/2003 – 2/10/2013
25.1.98 – 10.2002
Ana is behind all our current breeding
our dogs are to be
with our own, it would
than an Archangel to
Camuka Peaches n Creme
Jasmin passed away at the grand old age of fifteen & a half.
RIP Sweet Jassie
Camuka Caitlins Gold
1996 – November 2011
Katie passed away at age 15, exactly to the day of her mum Jasmin
Katie is now resting peacefully in her
She spent hundreds of hours over her fifteen year life lying outside, nose in
Camuka Rhapsody In Blue
Our beautiful Jolie, recently left for
That are so
Leda Of Western Lodge
Emma was my first Golden, and it was her
Our faithful dog shall
FOR EVERYONE WHO HAS LOVED A PET
A Living Love
ever love an animal, there are three days in your life
you will always remember….
first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new
friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked
numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder.
Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking
mutt in a shelter—simple because something in its eyes reached your heart. But
when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special
place in your hall or front room—and when you feel it brush against you for
the first time—it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you
through the many years to come.
The second day will occur eight or nine or
ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional.
But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age
where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw
energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw activity. So you will begin to
adjust your friend’s diet—and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you
may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness.
And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally
And on this day—if your friend and God
have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your
own–on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own
deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you–you will
feel as long as a single star in the dark night.
If you are wise, you will let the tears
flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find
that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand
your grief, or comfort you.
But if you are true to the love of the pet
you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul—a
bit smaller in size than your own–seems to walk with you, at times, during the
lonely days to come.
And at moments when you least expect
anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against
your leg—very very lightly.
And looking down at the place where your
dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay—you will remember those three
significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache
in your heart–As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of
its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you
reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either
way, it will still be an ache.
But there will be, I assure you, a fourth
day when—along with the memory of your pet—and piercing through the
heaviness in your heart—there will come a realization that belongs only to
you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we
have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love—like
the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this
Love will remain and grow–and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have
earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may
keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we
ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets–it is a Love we will always
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