Helen's Home World: Happy Birthday Tucker

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Birthday Tucker

Tucker would have been twelve years old today. Since he was born on Halloween, I always dressed him in costume and I told the little trick or treaters that came to my door that it was his birthday. The reaction from the littlest ones was priceless, they would tell him "Happy Birthday" and usually run and tell Mom or Dad, "It's the doggie's birthday." I'll miss that this year.

Devil Prince

Tucker's passing still brings me some worries; should I have taken him to the vet, could they have saved him, was he in real discomfort? I think I kind of knew in my heart though that it was his time and wanted to have a few more hours with him; I thought that if I took him the vet's office I might have had to make that last decision and would left the office without him and not had the chance to spend those last few hours with him.

Tucker and big brother Gryffon

I found this poem on line shortly after his passing to the Bridge. I had never seen this one before even though I looked for poems such as this when Ceilidh passed away. Perhaps my heart did hear the whispers of Tucker's voice. Tucker seemed to have a peaceful passing and even though I was with him, he went without a sound while I was asleep so I didn't actually see him leave on the journey.

While you could not speak the words,

I could hear the whispers of your voice.

Telling me it was time to go,

to celebrate your life and rejoice.

You decided it was time to go and

find your resting ground.

You lay down your tired head and

went without a sound.

In my heart I know you loved me,

as much as I loved you.

I pray you've found the peace,

that's helped to see me through.

I thank you for all the joy in my life

and the smiles you've brought to me.

May God guide you on your journey and

may your spirit always run free.

Anonymous

Tucker Remembered

Thank you, Tucker, for all the wonderful memories!!

Happy 12th Birthday, Tucker!!

Tucker and Ceilidh

Fly free, Tucker Boo! See you on the other side.

9 comments:

DianaOctober 31, 2012 at 5:18 AM
Happy Birthday Tucker. Its always hard to make that decision and everyone questions themselves, "did I do the right thing". Im sure you did and he knows it.
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SaraOctober 31, 2012 at 6:03 AM
Happy Birthday Tucker.

I'm not sure there ever is a "right thing", you simply do what you think is best at the time. I think Tucker was lucky to die at home, where he felt safe and loved.
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UnknownOctober 31, 2012 at 6:39 AM
Happy Birthday Tucker! I like your Halloween costume and you were the most handsome Devil Prince.
I think you had made that right decision and I'm sure Tucker wanted to spend his last hours with you.
Thanks for sharing the beautiful poem.
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AnonymousOctober 31, 2012 at 12:00 PM
Heres hoping Tucker is having a fun filled HOWL-O-WEENIE. We are supporting you in your decision, what is best for Tucker was correct!!!

Your Furiends
Susie & Bites
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VonnieOctober 31, 2012 at 2:03 PM
Happy Birthday Angel Tucker! Halloween will be a difficult time, however it can be happy to as you think back to all those wonderful memories.

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CowspotdogOctober 31, 2012 at 5:09 PM
There is always that "what if question" when you lose a loved furbaby. I think I have done it with EVERY dog I have ever owned - could I have done more, why didn't I notice sooner - and so on. But you know what you have to remember the most - that for 12 years you gave all the love you could and he returned it - that he was a happy and centent little guy and you have WONDERFUL memories like halloween to remember. Remember the good things - not the what ifs because the good thing are what made Tucker - Tucker.
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Cat and DOG Chat With CarenNovember 1, 2012 at 10:10 AM
((((hugs)))) my heart broke when I read this. I went through the same feelings (and still do) every year since my cat passed in 2007. It was the hardest decision that I ever had to make and I do believe they "tell" us when it is time. Please do not beat yourself. Tucker was incredibly loved and THAT is what matters. The poem was beautiful. ((((hugs))))
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corbinwootenNovember 1, 2012 at 12:39 PM
Happy birthday, Tucker. Now every Halloween you will have all those great memories to cherish.
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andreaNovember 1, 2012 at 4:03 PM
what a lovely tribute ... hang in there.. always so bittersweet to remember them!
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A Title is nothing less than love and respect, given and received, permanently recorded.

Written by Sandy Mowery, Wisconsin

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.

You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end

And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;

We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Author Unknown

Beyond the Rainbow

As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,

I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.

I saw a wondrous image then of a place that’s trouble-free,

Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side

Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!

My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new

I wanted to run with them, but I had something left to do.

I needed to reach out to you, and tell you I’m alright

That this place is truly wonderful,

Then a bright Glow pierced the night.

Twas the Glow of many candles shining bright, strong and bold

I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.

For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,

We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.

So, whenever you need to find me, we’re never far apart,

If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.

Do you think the time is right?

May I say goodbye to pain filled days and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best, an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond, and set my spirit free?
I didn't want to go at first, I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now to a warm and living light.
I want to go, I really do; it's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid, because I see your tears.
I'll not be far, I promise that, and hope you'll always know,
That my spirit will be close to you wherever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too,
And that's why it's so hard to say goodbye and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time and let me hear you say,
Because you care so much for me, you'll let me go today.

I Loved You Best

So this is where we part, My Friend,

And you'll run on, around the bend.

Gone from sight, but not from mind,

new pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on; I'll find the strength,

Life measures quality, not its length.

One long embrace before you leave,

Share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,

But they be they, and they aren't you.

And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,

Will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,

The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.

And as you journey to your final rest,

Take with you this...I loved you best.

-Jim Willis

The Price We Pay

There is a cycle of love and death that shapes the lives of those who choose to travel in the company of animals.

It is a cycle unlike any other.

To those who have never lived through it's turnings and walked it's rocky path, our willingness to give our hearts with the full knowledge it will be broken seems incomprehensible.

Only we know how small price we pay for what we receive; our grief, no matter how powerful it may be, is an insufficient measure of the joy we have been given.

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