Author: BerNadett

This tribute in in memory of my little “Midget” Gidget, the last of my babies. Gidget has now joined her brothers Booboo, Smoki, and her sister Yogi. I rescued Gidget 8 years ago from an abused home she was living at. I don’t really know how old my baby girl was; but I just say 8 because that is how many years I had her. Gidget was a Cairn Terrier who sure did alot of barking. She may have not been a big dog, but she sure was a good watchdog. She always let me know when someone unwelcomed was around. She always let me know when the mail man was here.

I sure do miss this beautiful dog. Whoever said that silence is golden sure lied. I didn’t know how much I missed my baby until the silence of her not being here hit me. I cry everyday for my baby girl. It hurts so much. Her and Booboo died 7 months apart. What is even sadder is that they both died during my vacations. I thank my Lord Jesus that she didn’t suffer. Gidget had been having seizures for about 2 months prior to her death. But I believe in my heart ever since Booboo died, she got lonely. She seemed to have lost all her spunk when he died.

On my baby’s last day on earth, I was taking her to the hospital when she had a heart attack. So I am grateful to God she died in my arms. My little “Midget”, I will never forget those little cute button eyes or that wagging tail everytime there was food around. You lived to eat. That’s for sure. I love and miss you so much, the silence is hurting me so bad.

I still look for you in the kitchen when I’m cooking or unwrapping cheese. You were always behind me my baby girl. I kept your little yellow duck that you loved so much. I wish you were still here in the present. I know you live in my heart forever. Remember, what I told you, Booboo, Smoki, and Yogi. I will never get anymore dogs. No other dogs will ever take your places. Sleep in peace my sweet girl, and kiss my other babies for me. I also miss your wet kisses all over my face. I love you forever.

 

In loving memory of my special Booboo bear; Well my sweet and precious Bo, you are finally with your sister Yogi, and brother Smoki. I have already written tributes to them on this website. I am so grateful for the 18 years you were lent to me. Your death came so suddenly. I thought for sure I would get to keep you longer. Maybe I was just to selfish. I just didn’t think that evil cancer would get you like it did your brother and sister. I was so sure you would be the blessed one not to get it. But I guess it runs in your type of mixed breed.

Anyway, your death this past Friday hurts so much. I can still see you sitting on the sofa in your favorite spot. You were so beautiful you cuddly black bear. I am so glad I rescued you from that abused home when you were only three. At least I know you are no longer having trouble breathing. Putting you down was so hard.
You had not barked in three weeks; how strange.

When the vet gave you the shot; you tried to bark one more time. Someday my boy; I will see you again in Heaven with our Lord Jesus Christ. My mom is watching over all three of you now. I will always remember your cute little eyes; they were crossed; but you were so handsome still. Your ashes are next to your brother and sister. You were extra special Bo. You know why. I will always love you my boy. Thank you to the people here again at this website for letting me express my grief. God bless you all.

 

This tribute is in memory of my beloved dog Yogi or “Licky lulu’s”. Some time ago I wrote a tribute to her brother Smoki. Smoki died five years ago and now Yogi has joined her brother. I am so blessed to have had Yogi for 18 years. When I took her to the vet, he could not believe
how long she had survived.

In January of this year I took my babies for their yearly checkup. It was then that I learned that my poor Yogi had cancer in her mouth. My gosh; I never thought a dog could get cancer in their mouths. After Smoki had died of cancer in his leg; I thought I was careful to check Yogi for symptoms of cancer. I just never thought about mouth cancer. Anyway, for two months Yogi lived off of medication. But I knew in my heart I was going to have put her down. Trouble was; I didn’t know when. She had good days; and bad days. I used to ask her each day; will this be the day? It wasn’t until the Lord sent a beautiful pure white dove on the roof of my house for two days in a row that I knew it was time. After I took Yogi in, the dove never came back. That’s how I knew it was a sign from God to let her go. So my Yogi is now with her brother.

I can hear Smoki telling his sister; “Well it’s about time”! Then Yogi would say something like; “Well you know mom; she refused to let me go”. Now all I have left are my what I call my misfit animals. They all came from abused homes. I raised Smoki and Yogi from pups.

Yogi; I will never forget your wagging tail. It never stopped wagging until you died. And your face; it always looked like you were smiling. I knew you were a happy dog. Even when the skunk sprayed you, you still wagged that tail! I know you are no longer suffering my “Licky lulu’s”. Always licking too! You gave me 18 beautiful years and I will always love you. I thank our Lord for lending you to me.

Yogi; your brother Booboo, your sister midget Gidget, and the three cats:
Panda, Patches, and Thomas all miss you, too.