Frisbie by Sandra Myers

Frisbie was born August 5th, 1998 here in my home. Of all of her brothers and sisters, she was the only one that looked like an Irish Wolfhound. From the time she could understand what was going on in the world, she had a disposition as she was not a sociable dog. She just didn’t like being around people except for me. As she was growing up, she loved to bark. Anytime she was hungry, believe me, she let me know. She had a really sweet personality, and always loving and she loved to be petted.She had a place outside right next to the back bedroom where she loved to sleep and watch the world go by.And she could always tell when I was coming home from wherever I went. I loved it when she greeted me at the door each day. She became a part of my life for the past 9 years and losing her was like losing
a member of the family.

I could always talk to her and she would bark back at me. I remember one time while I was cleaning the living room, she had come into the house with something fuzzy in her mouth. She laid it down, stepped back and looked up at me as if to say, this is for you mom. It was a dead squirrel. I had to put a smile on my face.

I always thought I would have her forever, but it just didn’t happen. Several months ago, there was this thing that started growing on her left front elbow and of course I just thought it was a cyst. As it grew, it got nastier looking so I decided to take her to the vets to find out what was going on. Much to my dismay, it was a tumor and it was malignant. The vet put her on medication and it helped but still the tumor was growing. I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to have to have her put to sleep, but I didn’t realize it would be this soon. She started coughing one day, and I had a feeling the cancer was going to her lungs. So that is when I decided to have her put to sleep.

I loved her so much, that I just couldn’t bear the thought of having her suffer anymore. So, on October 29th, 2007 I had her put to sleep. It was hard, but I know in my heart that it was the right thing to do. It has been a week now, and I miss her terribly.She had a home filled with love, and all the spoiling she could handle. Frisbie, always know that I love you, baby girl. You are missed. You will always remain alive in my heart.

I love you.



Sandra Myers