May 23, 1992 - November 13, 2003
my forever dog
"I will always love you."
August, 1994 - Jan 2, 2005
He had a bladder of iron.
Loyal, but clueless. Not the smartest biscuit in the jar.
Angel died on July 4th, 2009. There was no reason for it.
She was terrified of fireworks. She jumped the fence and was hit by a car. Since fireworks only go off after dark, it must have been dark when she was running down the road. Probably between 8 pm and 11 pm. It would be difficult to see a dark, brindle colored dog at night. And she would have been running full tilt in terror. Her last moments were probably filled with pain and terror.
Why she was outside by herself, in the dark, alone, terrorized by her biggest fear, I have an idea. She didn't deserve to die this way.
Angel was a good dog. She was a very loving dog. She was a generous dog. She didn't hump. She was not a trash digger. She didn't paw or jump on you. She enjoyed a good game of fetch and would always bring the ball and drop it at your feet for you. She didn't play "keep away". She did not like the water and was very, very patient when a toy went in the pool. She would wait for it to drift to the side where she could reach it. Angel's best feature were her ears, which stuck out on both sides parallel to the ground. We called them her "Yoda ears". One of her favorite things was to snooze in the grass in a shady spot. Let's remember her this way.
February 23, 2004 - November 23, 2018
Ramses died November 23, 2018 at 1:13 am. It was as good a death as he could have wanted. The day before he spent the day with Candy and my parents. He was walking well and relatively pain free. I took my parents to Thanksgiving Senior Luncheon at the Kroc center and we were only gone for two hours. The rest of the time we were home with them. He had a nice nap with me, and he did the dog walk all of the way. He really enjoyed it. He didn't eat much but did have some treats.
The next day he wasn't doing so well so I called my Mom to beg off Thanksgiving Dinner with the neighbors who had invited us the night before. I stayed home all day with him. My little man was so strong. He was still able to walk up and down the back steps and did his very best to go outside. He always came back inside.
Even when he could only make it to his bed his chirped for me to come and stopped when I came. I finally brought him into the bedroom and up on the bed and he was happy.
This photo was taken right before his last pee, five and a half hours before he died. He had a lovely cuddle with me and really love it.
I stayed up with him into the night. He gradually pushed and pushed himself until he was pushed right up against me so I could reach over and pet and rub him. His breathing was a big labored but he napped on and off. Finally, a bit after 1am he became a bit restless and I started petting him again. Then he seemed to tremble and he stretched his legs out and I petted him and talked to him tell him he was my sweetie and it was all right. He started to spasm and arched his back and beared his teeth and I rubbed and talked to him telling him it was all right. Finally he relaxed and was gone.
Ramses had the death that Caesar never had. I hope Caesar, Goliath, Mitzi and Cuppy are all at the rainbow bridge waiting to greet Ramses and Ramses can tell them they are all still loved. And to tell Caesar once again that I love him very much and didn't abandon him.
Stryker, Belgian Malinois, killed in the line of duty 7:20 pm, Dec. 31, 2007.
Officer Stryker was a 6 year veteran of the Oceanside police force and partner to Officer Sadler. Officer Stryker was killed by Cory Byron, a 27 year old drunk, driving a GMC pick-up. Byron led police on a pursuit ending at the top of the Coronado Bay Bridge. Byron stopped the truck, got out, refused to surrender and started to approach police officers. Officer Stryker was sent in to take the suspect down, which he did. Byron then got up, picked up the dog and jumped 200 ft. off the bridge. The dog died on impact but Byron survived. Yes, like all drunken assholes, he survived but managed to take an innocent life with him. Byron can be sentenced up to 3 years in prison for all charges. May it be so. May he also be sued for the entire cost or replacing such a valuble and highly trained police dog, may he have to sell all of his worldly posessions to pay the settlement plus work the rest of his life in a crap-job and live in a shithole. May he live the rest of his life in squalor and suffering. May Cory Byron rot in hell when he finally manages to kill himself. Hopefully he won't take anyone with him the next time.
A lovely anonymous tribute from the internet:
The Postal Service no one hears about.
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4
year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she
missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when
Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.
She dictated and I wrote:
Will you please take special care of our dog, Abbey? She died yesterday
and is in heaven. We miss her very much. We are happy that you let us
have her as our dog even though she got sick. I hope that you will play
with her. She liked to play with balls and swim before she got sick. I am
sending some pictures of her so that when you see her in heaven you will
know she is our special dog. But I really do miss her.
P.S. Mommy wrote the words after I told them to her.
We put that in an envelope with two pictures of Abbey, and addressed it
to God in Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith stuck
some stamps on the front (because, as she said, it may take lots of
stamps to get a letter all the way to heaven) and that afternoon I let
her drop it into the letter box at the post office.
For a few days, she would ask if God had gotten the letter yet. I told
her that I thought He had.
Yesterday there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch.
Curious, I went to look at it. It had a gold star card on the front and
said "To Meredith" in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith took it in and opened
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers, "When a Pet Dies". Taped to the inside
front cover was the letter we had written to God, in its opened envelope
(which was marked Return to Sender: Insufficient address). On the
opposite page, one of the pictures of Abbey was taped under the words
We turned to the back cover, and there was the other picture of Abbey,
and this handwritten note on pink paper:
I know that you will be happy to know that Abbey arrived safely and
soundly in Heaven! Having the pictures you sent to me was such a big
help. I recognized Abbey right away. You know, Meredith, she isn't sick
anymore. Her spirit is here with me--just like she stays in your
heart--young and running and playing. Abbey loved being your dog, you
Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets!-- so
I can't keep your beautiful letter. I am sending it to you with the
pictures so that you will have this book to keep and remember Abbey.
One of my angels is taking care of this for me. I hope the little book
helps. Thank you for the beautiful letter. Thank your mother for sending
What a wonderful mother you have! I picked her especially for you. I send
my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I am in heaven but wherever there is love, I am there also.
God and the special angel who wrote this after God told her the words.
As a parent and a pet lover, this is one of the kindest things that I've
ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is some
very kind soul working in the dead letter office. Just wanted to share
this act of compassion.