Katalace Whirlwind Traveler
In loving memory of my boy "Trevor". You may be gone, but you will live forever in my heart.
Have you ever had a special dog in your life that touched your heart in a certain way that none before him ever had? I had the honor to have just that dog in Trevor. We had a special connection, even though there had been dogs that I loved before him he was just 'special'. Sometimes I think he knew what I was thinking before I did! I searched a very long time before I decided on adding Trevor to my dog family, I was looking for something special and I found him at a wonderful breeder in the Carolina's with 45 yrs experience in breeding and showing poodles, I had not met him but purchased him thru photo's, pedigree's and lots of phone conversation with Helen his breeder. Trevor was 4 months old when he arrived here, we had never seen each other and I was a little worried about bringing home a 4 month old into our fold of farm life. The day Trevor arrived I picked him up at the airport and brought him home in the carrier, he had never met me so I didn't open the crate until I got safely in the house, when I opened that crate door I literally burst into tears-he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life! I knew he was worth the wait and all the searching. Trevor went everywhere with me. He was a big boy and we always got alot of looks when he rode right up front in the passenger seat looking out the window, soaking up all the sights. In his short 4 yrs of life he was never more than three feet from me. He tolerated little puppies hanging on his ears and swinging from his tail. He touched noses with the barn cats every morning and tip-toed around our old ducks. My son who was premature and very small learned to walk holding onto to Trevor's fur.
We had an old tree stump at the back of our first soybean field near the treeline and every morning while I fed the horses Trevor would trot back to the stump where we feed the wild animals to see what deer and turkey had came thru the night before, then like clockwork he would do his business on that stump as if to say "Hey this is my stump-there will be no free meal here!" I'd call him when it was time to go back in the house and he would burst into a full run to come to me-something Trevor only did at that time of day-he was a very mellow kinda guy. Life is full of wonderful things and Trevor gave us all some very beautiful puppies to carry on his beauty and charm. I lost my Trevor in the middle of the night, I never got to say goodbye, he was just gone in the morning from gastric torsion or bloat as it is sometimes known. I buried Trevor by his tree stump, I like to think he is still checking out who is coming and going every evening and watching over us all, one day I feel we will meet again. Not gone, just gone ahead.
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together. . .
I miss you buddy....
I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said, "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.
- Author Unknown
To learn learn more about gastric torsion or bloat please see: http://www.globalspan.net/bloat.htm and also
Trevor left his mark on the world and created beautiful puppies that have brought their new families much joy. His very last litter was conceived just before he passed away. After I lost my special boy I felt I needed to keep a puppy from that litter, really I wasn't ready, I was still grieving my loss and did for a very long time, even now I have a hard time talking about him without getting that lump in my throat, (and it's been several years) but this was his last litter, his last gift to me, I knew I wanted and needed one of these puppies. I had a hard time choosing as they were all equally nice, my heart just wasn't in it, but then, one cream female made my choice for me, she chose me, she stuck by my side while the other puppies ran off to play-almost as if she were trying to tell me something. I kept her and with the help of a friend we named her "Treasure" OKF's A Treasure Sent From Heaven, which she truly is. To those of you who were lucky enough to meet Trevor you know about his trademark 'smile'-well his smile lives on with Treasure as well as that nose under your hand til you pet her. You can never replace a lost love but sometimes as I look into those soft brown eyes I see a little bit of Trevor looking back at me
I had the pleasure of owning the most perfect dog in the world with Chauntae, she was everything I wanted in a Standard Poodle, she was beautiful, intelligent, loving, well behaved.....well except for her sweet tooth! One Christmas my mother made my now husband a tin of yummy Buckeyes (peanut butter balls covered in chocolate) Chauntae managed to get the tin, open it and eat the entire batch! So much for that gift! Her sweet tooth also got her into trouble when she learned how to open our pantry door and steal entire packages of cookies, take them to our guest room downstairs and devour them! I thought my kids were going thru way too many cookies until I discovered her stash! Chauntae was an excellent judge of character and when I met my husband I took her on our first date, I trusted her opinion entirely, a girl cannot be too careful these days! He passed with flying colors and when we married 5 yrs later she of course was in our wedding party. Chauntae was with me for 15 1/2 wonderful years and I miss her dearly, all I can say is that I hope there is a pantry full of unlimited sweets for her in doggie heaven! Until we meet again my sweetheart, until we meet again.