| Location | Cambs |
| Age | 1 year, 1 month |
| Date of Birth | 07/08/2007 |
| Date of Death | 14/09/2008 |
| Visitors | 1,117 since 05/02/2009 |
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Abbey was a very special girl, she was the most beautiful dogue de bordeaux puppy with the heart of a lion, she was tragically diagnosed with major spinal disease and we sadly had to make the hardest decision of our lives and let our darling go to free her from pain and suffering, she slipped away in my arms while i held her tight and told her i loved her soooo much, she was just 13 months old with everything to live for. She was my baby and i will never get over losing her so young and i question my decision every single day. i only hope she knows how much i adored her and that i did what i did because i loved her so much, it would have been selfish to ask her to carry on for me, she was a baby and should of been running and playing but her body wouldnt allow her to and this was just not fair. i miss you every day darling and one day i hope i will get to hold you once again.
my once in a lifetime dog. Abbey has her own page on my website if you wish to read Abbey's story in more detail visit www.roychamps.piczo.com
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Under The Clouds
Ⓒ Ferna Lary Mills
I'm fascinated these days
by clouds, you see,
as they scoot across the sky.
Do they look the same
From Heaven above,
as they appear to my mortal eye?
Do they look as white
compared to angels wings
as they seem to be down here?
Or are they dusty,
gray and dim?
Not as surreal as they appear?
In my thoughts I wonder
about many things
seen from an ethereal eye.
For maybe that's what
it really takes
to thoroughly understand "why".
Why does grief
seem to take so long
and why does it cause such pain?
Why does someone
have to die
in order to live again?
Maybe my grief
is like the clouds,
and one day the hurting will stop,
when I begin
to look at it,
not from below, but from the top!
I know that God
has an order for things
designed with His own pure love.
Tears, like raindrops,
are down below,
but the Sunshine is up above.
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My friends & companions tried & true
I hope you know how much I miss you;
Though you have gone on ahead
Know our spirits will once more entwine
In given time, in given time.
May your spirit rise to meet the breeze
To take you here and there, as you please,
May you smile down upon us from above
Remembering always you are truly loved.
May we, who will surely come along behind
Catch you up when it’s time, when it’s time.
by Dee Campbell.
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Moonlight In Paradise
Like moonlight dancing across the water,
Your memory skips through my mind...
Leaving me with a feeling of serenity
Until we are together once again.
Ⓒ Janeane Bolton 2002
⋱♰⋰ Sweet Remembrance ⋱♰⋰
⋱♰⋰ Let fate do her worst; there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; ⋱♰⋰
⋱♰⋰ And which come in the night-time of sorrow and care,
To bring back the features that joy used to wear. ⋱♰⋰
⋱♰⋰ Long, long be my heart with such memories filled,
Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled; ⋱♰⋰
⋱♰⋰ You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. ⋱♰⋰
-- T. Moore
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❦ The soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tears ❦ ~ A Native American Saying ❦
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Carry You
Copyright Ⓒ 1997 Walt Zientek
When I brought you home, I carried you.
I held you close and made a promise that day.
As I breathed in that sweet, soft, clean smell,
I promised to carry you, and keep you safe and well.
I laughed and spoke so quietly to you.
I taught you your name. You showed me your heart.
And I showed you mine, as I carried you, that day.
When I take you home, I'll carry you.
I'll hold you close, as I promised that day.
I'll breathe in that old familiar smell,
and keep my promise to keep you safe and well.
I'll cry as I speak so quietly to you.
I'll say your name. You'll show me your heart.
And I will lose mine, when I carry you, that day.
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Song of my Soul
Ⓒ Ferna Lary Mills
The songs are all off key
The words just will not rhyme
The melody means nothing to me
The rhythm is not keeping time
The comfort just isn't there
The grief overshadows all
The spirit cries in despair
The clock slows down to a crawl
The span of my grief is immense
The heart is engulfed in gloom
The pain in my soul is intense
The song of my soul out of tune.
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A Pretty Place
There is a pretty place up in the sky,
Where special dogs go when they die.
A place to stay and wait all day
Until their master comes their way.
For some the wait is short and sweet,
For others time drags on leaded feet.
Row upon row by heaven's gate
The noble, furried creatures wait.
For a certain footstep that they know,
For a certain voice to say, "Let's go."
And so you left us on this day
For a place of no pain, to run, to play.
But keep your eyes upon the gate,
I'll try not to be too late.
I'll softly call your name and then,
Together, life will be good again.
-- Frank G. Nuanes
BIG HEART
by Anita Burney
One day up in heaven,
While God was looking down,
He saw people alone and sad,
And He gave a little frown.
He wanted to think of something,
To make those people smile,
Then the answer came to Him,
After He'd thought awhile.
He'd give them a companion,
One whose love was true,
Faithful they would be,
No matter what the people do.
Four legs they would have,
And they would never fail,
To greet these people every time,
With a happy wagging tail.
He'd give them a big heart,
To hold all the love inside,
That love would last forever,
Even after they had died.
For across that Rainbow Bridge,
Would be a special place,
Where they would wait and watch,
To see their master's face.
He thought of what to call it,
And then the answer came.
If you spell "God" backwards,
You'll have this animal's name.
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Big Teddy Cried
Kathleene S. Baker Ⓒ2009
I’m a well-worn, retired teddy bear
Now resting in a drawer.
The girl who always loved me most
Isn’t with me anymore.
She’s gone away to Rainbow Bridge
After so, so many years.
But often times in my dreams
Sweet Josey still appears.
One day while in the toy box, I heard,
“A new pup’s on the way!”
Out I climbed, so much to do,
I must look my best today.
I rubbed my eyes, fluffed my hair,
And struck my finest pose.
I prayed she’d take a shine to me;
I crossed my fingers and my toes.
When that tiny pup arrived
I was waiting on the floor.
I could replace her littermates
And even do much, much more.
At night we snuggled very close;
I kept her safe and warm.
She slept so peacefully next to me,
Even when it stormed.
Josey played naughty with many toys,
But I was set aside.
For I was something special,
Which filled me with much pride.
I didn’t have a fancy name,
But “Big Teddy” seemed okay.
The only thing I cared about
Was Josey’s loving gaze.
Every day she carried me
And paraded through the house.
She held me oh so gently,
With my right leg in her mouth.
After meals, when quite content
Away we two would prance.
And our routine had a name,
“The Happy Tummy Dance!”
I wasn’t chewed, torn, or
Ripped apart…to Josey I was real.
And I was not a toy at all;
I had a heart and I could feel.
After all our years together
The only wear that really showed.
Was from all the gentle love bites
Sweet Josey had bestowed.
I do come out from time to time
For hugs and an embrace.
Josey’s mom still misses her;
I can see it in her face.
While she hugs me tightly,
She takes one great big smell.
She yearns for a scent of Josey,
I know it - I can tell.
Above the drawer where I now rest
A lovely box sits on display.
Inside are Josey’s ashes;
See…she’s not too far away.
We were always best of friends
And always side-by-side.
And the day I lost my Josey,
A “Big Teddy” really cried…
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