| Location | Livingston |
| Age | 9 years |
| Date of Birth | 01/12/1996 |
| Date of Death | 01/10/2006 |
| Visitors | 300 since 09/01/2009 |
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Our lovely Santy was left to us, through a marriage break up( not mine) I had never owned a dog before and wasnt sure of it especially as we have two cats, but he came into our lifes and was incredibly sad he could tell he was getting left behind, he lay around for days not eating properly and with big sad eyes that looked all red and blood shot as if he had been crying, when he eventually settled in he was like a new dog and within days my heart had been lost to him, he was a great big daft soft lump with beautiful eyes like a deer and a little dent in the top of his head which I loved to kiss, he had a beautiful smell, strange I know cause dogs usually stink but he didnt, he smelled something like cut grass fresh air and old books.
He meant the world to me especially when I spent seven months at home after an accident, he became my friend.
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Sally xxxx
YOU WERE HERE
As I sit in those moments of quiet,
When sadness invades me,
I know that yesterday,
You were here.
Now you are away from us,
Not knowing your future,
Or when you'll come home, but yesterday,
You were here.
It has now been a week,
A week since you last were in the house,
An entire week since we carried you away,
To the place where we did not know your future,
But just last week,
You were here.
Another day passes;
a week ago, you were still with us,
In daily reports from the clinic,
They did not know your future,
But we could still hope, and,
You were here.
More days pass,;
A week ago you left us,
Your head cradled in our hands,
Your spirit gracefully moving upward,
But for a few hours of that day,
You were here.
Sadness invades again,
As I know that once those hours pass,
I can no longer look back,
Over the span of a familiar week's time,
To find that comforting point when,
You were here.
More time will pass;
Sadness will not so much invade as menace,
And I will mark the days,
Saying things like,
"last month, last summer, last Halloween, last year,"
You were here.
I dread that day,
One year from now,
That first marking of the time,
That your body was no longer with us;
Though we will never forget you,
Your tangible memory fades,
The feel of your fur, your head, your back, your weight against us,
The smell and sounds of you when,
You were here.
The emptiness is beginning to fade,
To change into another reality,
One with you still playing a part,
But a role of ethereal presence rather than physical comfort we crave;
Your memory, your spirit, your essence and counsel,
Dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same as when,
You were here.
Author: Jenine Stanley
Copyright (c) Jenine Stanley, 1999
Have you a dog in Heaven, Lord?
Is there room for just one more?
Cause my little dog died today;
he'll be waiting at your door.
Please take him into Heaven, Lord.
And keep him there for me,
just feed him, pet him, love him, Lord,
that’s all he'll ask of Thee.
For Santy,xxx.
Have you a dog in Heaven, Lord?
Is there room for just one more?
Cause my little dog died today;
he'll be waiting at your door.
Please take him into Heaven, Lord.
And keep him there for me,
just feed him, pet him, love him, Lord,
that’s all he'll ask of Thee.
This Beautiful poem was left for me by Marion Madden,
and now i leave it for you, xx
With Love xxx
The Everlasting Light
Those we love must someday pass
Beyond our present sight.
They must leave us and the world we know,
Without their radiant light.
But we know that, like a candle,
Their lovely light will shine
To brighten up another place,
More perfect and divine;
And in the realm of heaven
Where they shine so warm and bright,
Our loved ones live forever more
In God's eternal light.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm dead. Because you cannot see me with your human eye, cannot feel me with your hands or hold me in your arms, you think I am gone forever.
You recall how I looked when I left this place, and you cannot remotely imagine that I could possibly be alive in another place. You are racked and torn by the pain of our separation and it blinds you to that which is right in front of you... me..............
I'm here to tell you different. You were worthy of my love and undying devotion on earth as I of yours. Do you really believe this love would be snatched from us forever by a loving Creator simply because I wasn't human? Was I not a living, breathing creation with personality? How could I have been so if I didn't possess the energy of soul, spirit and loving light? And if this energy is and always will be, then how can it be that I am dead?
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You say that all you have left are memories. Not so. You see, when I took leave of my earthly body I left a little something behind for you. You can't touch it, hold it or examine it for what I left behind is far too uninhibited for confinement. I left behind a piece of my soul. I placed it right next to your own which is quite fitting as we were always side by side in our earthly life together. I love you too much to have left you with nothing but memories, which tend to fade and grow cloudy as the years go by.
I love you too much to have vanished without a trace. How selfish it would be of me to remove love and light from your life.
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I understand your tears, each one you shed is testament to your love for me and I am honored and humbled. But don't forget the good things we shared - remember and smile. This is an honor for me as well. And when you need me I will be here. Close your eyes, relax, take slow, deep breaths and picture me in your mind. Shut off the world and your notions of what death is and give me a chance. Look for the subtle signs I send you. Don't stop being proud of me, I am a friend to be proud of, I am still your friend and soul mate.
Don't memorialize the death of my body but instead honor and celebrate my never-ending life for it is eternal and forever as is my love for you.
Until we meet again...
Author Unknown
(Passage from UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN)
Moocher
Santy Moocher, still missed so much but you've got company now someone who loved you as much as me, don't let her take you on to long a walk, and lets hope your still mooching.
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