My Cocker Spaniel Memorial Archive
Carly
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Carly was l0 and just passed away from congestive heart failure (CHF). I am so sad, but she is my angel looking over me now. She was a female l0 and lives in Rancho Mirage, CA. She was my best friend and stuck around me like glue. She went everywhere with us. She was so smart. I miss her.
Thanks
R. Anderson
Charlie
9/94-5/03
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Charlie say "hello" to all the nice people who are seeing you. This is Charlie a male American Cocker Spaniel (buff) who was born on or about 9/5/94. He was a gift given to me when my other Spaniel got stolen out of my back yard! Charlie was my best friend. Every day he would howl (sing) in the morning so I would get up. After washing up and getting into my work garb, I would go outside and throw his little yellow football. He would run in the wet grass to bring me the ball so I could toss it again. When it was time for me to leave for work I would rub my nose on his muzzle and say to him, "Charlie switch to guard dog mode." His little stub would be wiggling so fast. As I left he would be at the fence looking back at me. When I would get home at 4:30 he would be there with his ball in mouth waiting for me (My wife would get mad cause I would go to Charlie first then her. She would tell me "If I put the ball in my mouth would I be first?") Charlie was always with us when we watch TV or barbeque etc.etc.
Life was going great for Charlie and us then came August of 2000 when I noticed that he had these bumps in his arm pits, I took him the vet. The doctor sat me down and explained what those bumps were. After that I was just devastated to find out that he has lymphoma. I started to cry. The doc told me that there is treatment but no cure. Well I could not just let Charlie go so I put him on the chemotherapy. Knowing that there is no cure but that we would give him the very best quality of life.
His last 2-1/2 years I made them his best. We played with him everyday till he passed. I came home on May 15, 2003 and Charlie was not at the gate so I went to the back to see what was up. He was on the porch in his doggy bed just lying there. I took him to the vet and waited and waited then doctor came out told us that the cancer had spread to his kidneys and liver and there was no hope and asked if I wanted to do it. I told him that we wanted some time together with Charlie and he said ok and gave us pills for Charlie to make any pain go away. I held Charlie in my arms all night long (I did not even go to work) Charlie fell asleep in my arms as I fell asleep when I woke up at 8:45am May 16, 2003 Charlie had already left us. I cried and cried as I buried him in his favorite part of the yard where he would like rolling on the grass and chewing on pecans. A pecan tree was planted on top of Charlie so his sprit would always be in the yard with us.
Corey
My dear Corey went home to be with Abby and Brittany on December 8, 2004 he was one dear boy he was one of kind. Corey save my life one day. He was there in the good times and bad times. He was one dear boy. I miss him very much. Life was very much better with Corey, Brittany in my life. I lost dear Brittany december 29, 2003 and Abby December 26, 1997.
Joy Turner
Bear, Delaware
Curly CB Bond
Born Jan 5, 1987
Died Oct 23, 2002
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Curly was my best pal in the whole world for over 15 years. I lost curly on Oct 23, 2002 as Curly fought cancer. Curly passed away peacefully with us at his side, when his heart finally could take no more.
Curly was a fun loving active cocker who loved to dress up and get his picture taken.
I have done a memorial site in Curly's honour for cocker lovers to see how much fun it was to know Curly Bond. The URL is http://sites.nexusisp.com/leathers/public/cindex2.htm
If you love cockers like I do have a look into the world of Curly CB Bond. Goodbye Curly you are safe now at the rainbow bridge. You are healthy again chasing that ball.
Love
Ed Bond
Cybill
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Although she was the November rescue of the month my sweet Cybill has now gone to the Rainbow Bridge. She overcame many difficulties in her short time with me (4 years) including a rare immune disorder in her gums, she was unable to conquer an internal growth in her rectum. The growth caused her rectal opening to be too small and she would cry out when she had a bowel movement; strike that-she would scream out. It hurt me every time I heard her scream and she even became afraid to try to go potty knowing there would be pain. I took her to her Vet several times and she was treated with pain pills, stool softeners, and eventually surgery to attempt to open up the growth. We were blessed with a few pleasant days of no pain but then it returned. I had to make the terrible decision to let her go and be free of fear and pain. I cried for days but I know I had to let her go. She was 12 years old and will remain in my heart forever.
Cindy Clark
Daisy
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this was my daisy... she had difficulty breathing and her vet couldn't save her. she lived such a short life and its just not fair...daisy was supposed to grow up with me but god had other plans I guess. im lost without her I don't know what im gonna do. I loved her so much its just not fair that she had to go. I miss you daisy so much. I miss you everyday.
**missing my daisy in California**
Daisy
Breed: american cocker spaniel
Name: Daisy
Born: Dec 19, 1989- May 19, 2004
Daisy was my boyfriends dog and I met her 5 years ago. She was born on Dec.19, 1989. She was the cutest little girl, maybe 23-24 lbs. However, I always remembered Daisy having really bad ear infections and she would shake her head alot because her ears would bother her. She eventually went blind and even deaf because of her severe ear infection and her life wasnt as good as it used to be. Even being blind and deaf, she still made it outside through the patio and into the grass to roll around on her back and wag her tail. She always got excited hwen i used to go over to her and pet her and bring her the food and water. Unfortunately, 2 days after my birthday, May 19, 2004..my boyfriend and I had to bring her to his sister's animal hospital to put her to sleep. While i was holding her in the car, a song came on the radio, "Stairway to Heaven" and then we knew what we were doing was the right thing to do. We went there and she was wagging her tail and she let us know that she was happy to be there because she had no quality of life anymore. We all miss Daisy so much, and i will miss seeing her sleeping under the tree this year..but she really was the greatest cocker spaniel and because of her, I fell in love with cocker spaniels and now I have my own. :)
Dusty
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Dusty is what I like to think of as a miracle. When we got him we were shocked at how little they wanted for such a gorgeous little doggy. Later on we learned that he suffered from epilepsy and was not a 1 year old as his previous owner had told us but was anywhere from 2 to 3 years old however, I would never change bringing him into our family. I was 7 when he first became apart of the family. I was always close with him but it was in the last 3 years of his life I dedicated every free moment I had to him. He began losing weight, sleeping more and having trouble with his joints but was always so happy. He slept in my room every night and I woke up to every little sound he made making sure my baby was ok. He'd wake me up at 6 in the morning by poking me with his little nose telling me it was time to go outside. It's our mornings I miss the most him huffing and jumping around and poking me awake and the excited little pounce when he realized I was awake. About 1 month before his death he began having really intense horrible seizures that were nothing like the ones he had, had before. They would last for 5 - 10 minutes and he wasn't able to stand for a good half hour afterwards. He had, had 3 in a week and then seemed to be getting better. Two days went by seizure free and I really felt he was going to be ok again but then a seizure happened again. Now I stayed up all hours of the night just watching him making sure he didn't have to go through one by himself. Then on July 11, 2006 a Tuesday night he had one while I was downstairs with my friend, luckily my parents were upstairs with him. When they told me I asked my friend who works in with animals if he thought it was cruel to let him go through life like that? He said it was fine but if he started having multiple seizure we should probably let him go. I spent that night with my baby and we went through 2 more of those awful attacks I begged god to take him in his sleep peacefully. He made it through the night and I thought maybe he would be alright now but then at 6 in the morning another one occurred I couldn't believe this could be happening to such a sweet soul. Then came Wednesday July 12th his last day. I didn't want to leave my babies side but I had to go to work that morning. 30 mins in and my mom called to tell me he had another they continued from 10 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. My sister took the day off work to stay with me and we pleaded with my mom to take him to the vet because he didn't deserve to go through all of that. The reason they waited so long was because my father was to distraught to take him. He had always believed Dusty would go when it was his time. Finally my mother told him she understood how upset he was but it was too cruel to put him through this as he was barely breathing anymore. My father lined a box with Dusters blanket and put him inside...he didn't even move. My dad had my uncle drive him and Dusty to the vet and when they got there he couldn't bare to go in so my uncle had too. Me and my sister have a feeling he had already left us on the way to the vet but either way he had grown to weak to go on. Because we don't know the true age he was when he came into our family we believe he lived from 14 - 15 years old. Me and my sister got home from work just as my dad came down the driveway. We got to see our baby one last time I kissed him twice on the head and squeezed his little paws. I've never been through such heartbreak. We buried him in the backyard in a spot where the sun always shines down on him and flowers hang right above him. It's almost been three weeks and it hurts like it was today. Three days after he past I got a tattoo in his honour it's four paw prints and his name in script on my ankle because I always put my feet under him to keep warm in the winter. I sleep with his sweater and his little booty's every night and I still have his bed rite beside mine. He may be gone but he will never be forgotten. Dusty you will always be in my heart and may you rest in peace --<-@
Dusty
Date of death -- July 12, 2007
American Cocker Spaniel, Buff
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My sweet boy "Dusty Rusty," as I called him, was such a beautiful dog. He was my best friend, my confident, my buddy, my forever puppy. I will miss him infinitely. When my son Andrew and I first saw Dusty by chance in 1993, it was love at first sight! It was when we were delivering sandwiches for Andrew's school group as a fundraiser. We found out that he was "for free" as the runt of the litter and had to fight for his food. No family function was complete without our Dusty. At Christmas, he had presents to unwrap and he helped with our other presents as well. Without fail, he managed to know which presents were his. Over the many years we spent together, he shared Easter ham dinners with us as well as hot dogs and hamburgers on Memorial Day. And he loved his summer doggie ice cream. Although he lost much of his hearing during his last years, Dusty always hated the sound of the 4th of July fireworks, barking and searching to find the source of the whistling that precedes the fire-burst of their color. Dusty also was my companion, riding "shot gun," as the two of us drove across the state over four years to visit Andrew at his college. He was the darling of the dorm on those days. He always was with me in the car when it was time to pick up Andrew from extracurricular activities. I will always remember how Dusty loved to see Andrew approach the car; he would smile his unique grin and wag his entire rear to show his welcome. And even as I began to use a walker due to several surgeries, Dusty always knew just how to walk in front of me, slow and sure, when we went outside. He developed lymphoma and, after one chemo treatment, subsequently developed tumor lysis syndrome. It was totally heartbreaking to see him suffer and lose his appetite. It was truly one of the worst things I ever went through in my life. Sleep in peace, my sweet boy -- I'll meet you at the Rainbow Bridge, where we will both walk and run together in the sun-dappled grass.