Chloe was a very special little girl, when we found her she was very sick even at just a couple months old. Karen saw her and just couldn't leave her no matter what the cost. We spent weeks bringing her back to good health, then noticed her rear legs would pop out of joint resulting in operations to repair the problem. Healed once again, still wagging her tail, she never complained about her discomfort in correcting poor breeding issues. Over 11 years she was always happy, people that met her would remark how Chloe would wag her tail when meeting them or how she was always smiling. We had 11 wonderful years with our daughter. |
This little dog was full of love like no other, she would wait for me to come home from work, Karen would yell "Dad's Home" and she would run as fast as she could to meet me every time. I have shoveled miles of paths in bad winter storms for her to use to go to the bathroom. She refused to use the "Pee-Pee Pads" and didn't like anything touching her belly when going to the pot, yet would chase me in the snow when it was over her head. I have taken falls to prevent stepping on her, even got bit by a large mixed breed dog, he tried to grab Chloe and I stuck my arm in his face. Have sold some very nice original antique flintlock firearms to cover operation costs when needed, didn't matter it was for Chloe. We try and talk about the funny things she would do to try and get me to chase her, like pulling the grass out and dropping it on my feet or grabbing something you were using and run with it while looking over her back to see if I was following. She loved to ride in the truck, with all her toys, bed, blankets, water and food there was hardly room for us to get in, that was fine it was for the kid.
She was always there for us. Once I had fallen face first on a tile floor knocking myself out. I woke hearing the garage door open when Karen came home after not being able to reach me for this period. Then I realized that Chloe was licking my face, I had been out for over several hours. Chloe stayed by my side helping me through that event, just one of many. What a special little girl.
Times like mentioned will always be with us and probably making it hard to let go. We both agree with Will Rogers "if dogs don't go to heaven then when I die I want to go with the dogs".
God Bless you Miss Chloe Catherine Conner and please wait for me I'll follow shortly.
We love you.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and his dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book....
'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'