When Rebel came into my life I was so happy. He loved to sit in my lap and when he was full grown at 93 lbs. he still wanted to sit there. He loved every one and most loved him back. He never had a mean bone in his body.|
I knew it was nearly his time to go and I thank GOD for making the decision for me and letting him die at home with me holding him while he passed over.
I will never forget him and our special love.
memorys from my daughter Kristi
This morning, mom's 13 yr old Doberman, Rebel, crossed to the Rainbow Bridge. She's had him since he was 6 weeks old (I was 15 when we got him!) and he was her BABY. He had had two recent surgeries to repair some tendons in his legs and had a little trouble recovering from those and you had to help him get up and down steps here lately, but was otherwise in great health. This morning, he woke mom up to take him outside as usual. Then he ran around in good spirits, barking at the squirrels and birds. She brought him back inside and fed him and he just laid down and died in her lap.
13 is a LONG life for a Dobie but I guess we all wanted to believe one as good as him would never leave. He was EXTREMELY smart and good natured. You could have him perform all sorts of commands with hand signals alone from across the room and he was as gentle as could be. A great ambassador for the breed. When I first started driving, he liked to hop in my convertible and sit in the passenger seat with his head looking over the windshield while we rode around. His (uncropped) ears would flop every which way with the wind and turn inside out and we called him Mickey Mouse because he looked so silly that way. You could also start whimpering sadly to him and he would break out in the most God awful howling to sympathize with you LOL Lots of memories of that old boy. I'll miss him, but not half as much as mom. He was her shadow.
you have been gone a year now and I still feel your head on my knee as I type this.
I miss you more than I thought possible. I will never stop loving you
It is hard to believe it has been 2 years now.
Hey my love I still miss you so much.
Wow another year gone by and I still miss you more than any one knows. I cry every time I visit with you , but I know we will together soon. Go run and chase light beams with your floppy ears and happy bark have fun my love
So handsome I'm still up and kicking turned 68 last month. Seems I still tell stories about the silly and kind things you and I used to do. Of course there are stories about you riding with Kristi when she first got her driver's license so nobody could mess with her, but instead all the kids loved you. You took guard duties to heart, if you did not know someone that came to visit you sat on the floor and wiggled between their legs so they couldn't get up with out you knowing.
Here it is just you and me talking again. I still think of you often and miss you so much. I am 70 now and of all things had to have my leg amputated just below the knee on 12/3/13. got my new leg 3 weeks ago. you would not believe how good I can walk with it, even rode my horse 4 days after I got it. well goodnite my love see you on the other side some day.
here we are just us sharing a lovely bond, that will never end. I have trouble typing through the tears that fall. I know you are happy and enjoying your freedom hopefully you are with the whole gang.
2015 has been awful.My husband passed away, 2 more fur babies are gone too, then I had breast cancer again, and had it removed. they are slowly getting my parts, but the remade me and I am stronger.
2016 came and went. I still miss you. I can't seem to get very attached to the dogs living here now. I can't stand the hurt when something happens to them. Tomorrow is my birthday, 73 can you believe that?