by Dan & Bonnie O'Connor
One day in late September a little over twelve years ago a wonderful little black Labrador ball of fur named Barron came into our lives. He was the very first puppy that Dad ever had, Dad grew up with cats. This wonderful little guy grew into a loving, wonderful, beautiful boy. He loved to kiss and sit on our laps. We lived happily, we 6 until one day our little friend Alexander got sick and had to go away to the Rainbow Bridge. Alexander was a wonderful little Mynah Bird Barron you missed him so. We had two more Chip and Dale, you ignored them. When you were six we noticed that you were a little lonely so into our lives bounced a beautiful little German Shepherd girl called DazyDuke. You and Miz Dazy loved each so much and you took such good care of her. Then our lovely little girl got sick when she was about 3. She had epilepsy. When she had one of those terrible seizures you got so worried and scared as did Dad and I. She was Daddy's girl.
When we lost Chip and Dale because they got scared of the thunder you didn't seem to notice. We all lived on happily until that horrible awful day on July 18, 2003 when I noticed that big lump in your throat, you never complained. The Doctor told us it was cancer, "Baby Dog" we had to send you to the Rainbow Bridge that day because we didn't want you to suffer anymore, you never complained with your arthritis or your skin allergies either. We wanted you to be well again and to rest you deserved it. But Miz Dazy was so very sad, as sad as Dad and I were. Then the "Little Girl" got so sick because she ate those pennies. All that week I knew you were there, Barron, Dazy did too, she saw you didn't you Little Missy? Then on July 23, 2003 (she was 6 1/2) we took her to the Doctor who said that she would have to have surgery to get the pennies out. Dazy did you eat those pennies so you could be with your Barron? The doctor said that you might not live through the surgery. If you did live through the surgery you might not live through another seizure. Little Girl, Miz Dazy we didn't want you to die violently like that. And you were so tired and sick. We had to send you to be with your Barron. We know that you are not sick and old anymore and that you are happy and playing waiting for us. But we miss you so very much. I know that you don't like it when I cry, but I still do that a lot. I wish that you could be here with us and not sick and old. We still love you both so very much.
Although we have adopted new babies, the two of you have left such holes in our hearts and lives. Barron you and I had a connection that was so rare. And so my beautiful babies, forgive , when I cry it is because I miss you so much. We are happy for you though because you are in a wonderful place. And forgive me when I occasionally am late to light your candles on Monday. It isn't because I have forgotten you, I just loose track of the time. Rest in Peace my babies.
A tribute to our beloved "Holiday" babies Barron July 5, 1992-July 18, 2003 and DazyDuke, December 26, 1997-July 23, 2003