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In Memory

This page is dedicated to all of my devoted wolfhounds, those who I’ve have had the good fortune to own and love and been owned and loved in return over the years be it for only five months as I recently had happen or 5, 6 or 7 years of age.  Time makes little difference in grief.  The loss of a beloved pet, and yes I did use that word, ‘pet’, because though I may now breed my Irish Wolfhounds they will always be my pets first and if, as my former mentor told me, that makes me a poor breeder then so be it, because they will always be ‘pets’ first and my ‘show dogs’ second.  This page should have perhaps been the first I put up on the site but I must admit I knew it would be the hardest.  As I told a veterinarian just recently, I fell in love with this breed when only eleven years old.  My Irish Wolfhounds and I just fit, the feeling is hard to describe.  I love them for many reasons both obvious and some not.  I joke and say that someday I’ll probably end up with a smaller dog, say a Lab, but I’ve never wanted any other breed but a wolfhound since day one and once I finally had my beautiful Ciara the love affair with the breed has continued to deepen over the years.  I will admit when the time comes to say good-bye to one of my boys or girls, I still hesitate and deep inside rail at the injustice of their shorter life spans.  But then my love for them and the necessity of what needs to be done always come to the fore and I remember once again the words I read while grieving for the loss of my second wolfhound, Chewie.  A vet had written an article and shared with people such as myself the words of a child he had met while  performing euthanasia for an aged wolfhound.  I still remember them and would like to share them with you now.  Perhaps they too will help you some day when facing such decisions and loss.  “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?  Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”  I guess wolfhounds then are very good at loving as they are so often taken before we want them to go.  For better or worse my wolfhounds and I have chosen each other and I am in for the long haul.

To all of those who wish to own an Irish Wolfhound I can only say.  He/she will love you like no other and will ‘always’ be there for you through thick and thin.  All they ask is that you give a small part of your love in return.  For their loyalty, though it to may break your heart some day you must be prepared for the day to let them go and remember that though you may not have them as long as some other breeds you truly won’t regret it, I know I don’t.

Words from a Beloved Pet

Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you....I loved you so - ‘twas Heaven here with you.

Aru my beautiful boy, son of Kia, father of Olcan.  I miss you still.  Lost to Lymphoma at four and a half years of age.

With his sister Noa.

The Rainbow Bridge Poem

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.  There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.  There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All of the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor.  Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.  The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.  His bright eyes are intent.  His eager body quivers.  Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.  The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.....

Author unknown.

My Kia with his buddy Bassie.  Kia died from pneumonia, and Bassie from cancer.  Bassie I never had a chance to breed, but Kia has fathered many, survived by his son Mannie, and daughter Noa and of course the next generation.  I’m sure he will be leading them all when the day comes that I too cross the Rainbow Bridge.

The sentiment expressed in this card was so true I felt I had to share it.  It came from a vet tech who had become very attached to my Grimmie, who has gone much too soon over the bridge.

My beautiful Noa son Hercules.  Still miss him so.  Such a goof and so loving as so many of this breed are.  At 16 months he was 39 inches at the withers.  Unfortunately he had a condition known as PICA.  Perhaps you have heard of it in humans.  Apparently it can also occur in dogs.  My big, brave boy managed with difficulty to survive the first bowel blockage surgery but when months later he had another 3 blockages his prognosis was so poor due to his sensitivity to the anesthetic that I made the extemely difficult decision to say goodbye.  We all tried so hard to make sure you wouldn’t get a hold of anything to swallow my big boy.  We were successful for four and a half years.  They were four and a half beautiful years big fella.  God bless you Hercie.  You are over that rainbow bridge now and running free with grandpa Kia and your mother, Noa.  Run free my boy, we will meet again someday.

Tears may last for a moment, Memories will last forever.

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