Action Jackson was the love of my life; a special needs animal that we rescued within hours of his schedule euthanization. He taught us what it meant to live in the moment, how to give love no matter what abuse you've suffered in the past, and how to live with pure joy in your heart. He suffered from cluster seizures, and I always knew that because of the length of time he suffered (one time he went through six straight hours of seizing) that he could go to spirit due to the stress on his heart. My heart is broken from missing my "sweet pete" in my everyday life. He brought me joy when I had none and I miss him every moment of every day. You can read about his life in my blog Tail Talk by doing a search on "Jack" and you'll read of all his happy antics and the joy he brought to everyone he met. I pray that everyone has a Happy Jack to share their in their lives.
Wolffie was the original love monkey, and our first born. He passed from a burst spleen from cancer that is caused by the inbreeding brought about to get that look (and he was beautiful). There is never a day that goes by that we don't miss him. He didn't know he was a dog. He like to sit on his haunches with his elbows on the table while we ate because that's where he thought his place was. I love you Wolffie and I can't wait to feel your full body hugs again.
Budward was the original Christmas bubby. No one loved toys more than Dink and he was the smartest dog I've ever known. He knew me better than anyone, and he got me to lay down when I needed it and get up and move when I needed that more. I miss you every moment of every day Budward. Thank you for teaching Jack to be as close to being you as it's possible to be. I love you forever Dinky!
Girlie was Wolffie's best girl and was with us for over 16 years. She was the ultimate protector, the one thing she wouldn't give to the people that gave her up but they didn't give her what she needed, love. Once she came to us and we loved her she became Girlie Sue, Warrior Princess. My heart still aches with loneliness for you Girlie. I miss my girl. There aren't a lot of pictures of Girlie because she was afraid of storms and whenever she saw the flash of the camera she ran, so as soon as it came out of the drawer she moved to the other room. But when we could sneak one off we got some good ones!
Bart was the first cat we lost. He went out one night and never came back. I miss his sweet disposition and call to every cat I see that looks like him, but they never answer...
Purt was the biggest love monkey of the cats. He ran over and laid his head on mine when I cried out from pain while trying to get up out of bed, something I've never had an animal do before or since. He came into our home like he'd been here before, knew everyone and loved them passionately. He loved to go outside, that's why we adopted him from the shelter, but he was a giant white target and one day someone decided to use him for target practice and left him laying in the field for Tim to find his lifeless body. We were lucky to have Purt in our lives even though it was for such a short while. And I know whoever shot him will ultimately pay for his misdeed, but he took something really special from this earth that can never be replaced.
Tommy was one of our original cats, and we really thought he would live to be a ripe old age, but it was not to be. We think he had trouble seeing and that may have ultimately been his downfall, but something got him when he was running the fields, hunting for mice. They are always so proud when they bring a critter home from the hunt, showing off how they've supported the farm, but when they don't come in for dinner you always know. At least we found him. He's buried in the side yard, next to Booger. They came together, and they'll spend eternity together while they wait for us...
Elizabeth the fox lived in the holler of the 3 acre mid-town homesite that was our home in O'Fallon, IL before our move to Randolph County, IL. We took an old, abandoned 4-bay construction shed and turned it into our home, starting my carpentry career at the tender age of 46 and literally breaking my back but turning out to be the one accomplishment I am most proud of in this lifetime. It was all so overgrown from years of non-use that the foxes had taken it over, and Elizabeth decided we were okay from the beginning, and took to us like we were her long lost friend. She was my best friend for many years, making the dogs nuts every time she came by to visit, and surprising all our visitors by showing up to say hello as they were getting out of their vehicles. She died of mange right before we moved. I had medicine to give her but without seeing her every day I wasn't able to cure her and it's a terrible thing to watch them suffer. I have been especially blessed to love and be loved by a fox.