Our Beloved Grumpy

Our beloved Grumpy went to the Rainbow Bridge at 11:00 on the Sunday morning of
January 30, 2000.
She fought so hard to stay with us, and we fought to keep her here.
Unfortunately, as life is very unfair,
Her cancer took her life.
I would never trade the seven years that we had with her, but I feel the loss of her, right into the depths of my soul.

I know that we all will never be the same. I felt her leave us the morning she died.
When she left, I felt a huge piece of me go with her. I know that I will never be the same again.
The years flew by so fast, right before our eyes. We always knew it was happening, but were powerless to slow it down.
 

I want to give a very special THANK YOU to Judy Becker, whom advised me and consoled me through this whole experience. She stood by us right from the very beginning of Grump's diagnosis, right through her tragic death. She cried and prayed with me, and still consoles me now. Without a friend like her, I don't know what I would have ever done. I have never met her, but if we never do meet in life, I know she will meet me at the Rainbow Bridge with Dux and my Grumpy. It is just a matter of which one of us gets there first.

Thank you so much for being my friend Judy. People like you make me think there is a better place after we die. People like you deserve it!

Diana & Grumpy
 
 

I want to share the many things that Sheena loved in her life.
I want to show how much she meant to us, and all the great and happy times we shared.

Fussin'

Sheena LOVED to spend endless hours "Fussin'" at Molson, the dog that lived in the yard below us.
They would wait all day to see each other, and "exchange words".
She was not a malicious dog, she just loved to be Grumpy.

I used to laugh myself silly, just watching her try to out do Molson below.
She ALWAYS did...

I could never have even imagined the day that she would not be out on her deck.
Molson still comes and looks for her, it breaks my heart.
I loved every moment she was here, and I know she did too.

Her Family

This is me, with a rescue puppy. I have no pictures of myself with my beloved Grumpy.
I cried about it today, because I put it off.
Now I will never have the chance.

I was also the person taking the corny pictures, that I treasure so much.

This is Sheena and her beloved Frank. They were so close, and I had never seen a man love his dog as much as Frank did. I can't even explain how much these two loved each other.

When she died the other day, I saw a part of Frank go with her.
They were such a wonderful couple...

Frank and Sheena  at the park.  Frank always ensured that she looked her best.

I know that it is a horrible picture, but it is the last one of Frank and Sheena together. It is also the last picture of Sheena...ever.

Sheena loved her yard and her grass.

I am so sad that she could not have lived to see another summer.
I know how much she missed her green grass, and the smell of flowers.
I never wanted her to die in the winter.

She especially loved her deck.

This is Damian. We brought Sheena home to be his hearing. He came into my life when I was only twenty years old. I fell in love with him at first sight. He was born deaf, but I knew that he was destined to be mine. He really misses Sheena, as we all do, but they had a very special bond, that no human could understand. They really loved each other so...

Damian is turning eight years old on March 24, 2000.
I really thought my Grumpy would be here for it. Life is so unfair. We all needed her so badly...

These three individuals are the loves of my life. I wish things never had to change.

Please go to the links below. They outline the last days of her life, her disease, a page my friend made for her, and my poems to my dogs.

(Grumpy's final tribute which will appear in the Calgary Sun on March 8, 2000)