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| This page is dedicated to our Ricky... July 21, 1988 - January 12, 2004 We had him in our family for 15 1/2 years. We miss him terribly... |
| Ricky's last Christmas with us 2003 |
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| You're giving me a special gift, So sorrowfully endowed, And through these last few cherished days, Your courage makes me proud. But really, love is knowing When your best friend is in pain, And understanding earthly acts Will only be in vain. So looking deep into your eyes, Beyond, into your soul, I see in you the magic, that will Once more make me whole. The strength that you possess, Is why I look to you today, To do this thing that must be done, For it's the only way. That strength is why I've followed you, And chose you as my friend, And why I've loved you all these years. My partner till the end. Please, understand just what this gift You're giving, means to me, It gives me back the strength I've lost, And all my dignity. You take a stand on my behalf, For that is what friends do. And know that what you do is right, For I believe it too. So one last time, I breathe your scent, And through your hand I feel, The courage that's within you, To now grant me this appeal. Cut the leash that holds me here, Dear friend, and let me run, Once more a strong and steady dog, My pain and struggle done. And don't despair my passing, For I won't be far away, Forever here, within your heart, And memory I'll stay. I'll be there watching over you, Your ever faithful friend, And in your memories I'll run, a young dog once again. Author unknown |
| We got Ricky when he was about 5 weeks old. My daughter picked him out. I really wanted a lap dog, but it was around her birthday, and he was sooo cute! Needless to say, he bacame the love of our lives! I decided that I would really put forth some effort and train him well. As a result, Ricky did so many tricks, as well as behave! He would heal, come when I told him, and even potty in a certain place in the yard. All we had to say was "clear over, Ricky". He was great! He also danced (for which he won a ribbon in our county fair) rolled over, sat, shook hands, and if you said "BANG" he would fall down dead! He also opened and shut the door. When he came in from going potty, I would tell him, "Ricky, were you raised in a barn? Go shut the door" and he would! If he didn't get it shut tight, I would tell him to shut it tight, and he would run back a hit it harder! But the best thing Ricky did was when I asked him who loved him, he would say, "Mamma". It makes me cry just to write about it. He was very special, and we'll always have a void in our hearts. This poem fit perfectly, because he was so sick towards the end. It was a hard decision to have to make, but my daughter, who was 26 at the time, and I knew it had to be made. We love you, Ricky! |
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| Ricky's 1st Christmas with us 1988 |