October 30, 2017 (eblast)
It was 4 years ago, in November, so close to Christmas…
3 little beagles from Kentucky
waddled their way through our door and straight into our hearts.
They had been unceremoniously
dumped by the same owner.
2 female beagles and 1 male. The male was the only one who came
with a name, if you can even call "Bull" a name.
And so we gave them names of
Laura-Bell (after a singer/actress who made it to Broadway!)
Haven (after Haven Gillespie, famous for writing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town"!)
and Grandpa Louis (after a celebrated banjo player on Hee Haw!)
All 3 beagles tested
Positive for Heartworm, but there were other concerns. They had been so badly neglected.
had a severe case of ear mites and a heartbreaking fear of people.
Haven had ear mites
too, along with some concerning mammary tumours, but she couldn't get enough cuddles.
oldest of the 3, Grandpa Louis, had a significant heart murmur in addition to the Heartworm.
couldn't get enough of the garbage can in the examination room.
We lost precious Haven
to cancer in May 2015.
We lost shy little Laura-Bell to the same thing the following year.
But she'd come a long way to loving cuddles as much as Haven had.
And now, we've lost
A light has gone out at Sheba's Haven.
Louis was the apple of Catherine's eye.
He was also her Tiny Tim! Wherever he went, and he was always going somewhere, he would tiptoe there!
Picture a butterball turkey doing a tiptoe through the tulips. That was sweet Louie.
also enjoyed a good bum paddle.
Allow Catherine to explain…
"He loved his bum paddled.
He would be' tiptoeing' by and I would say, I'm going to paddle your bum and he would stop in his tracks just
so I could do it. Loved him to pieces."
We will miss the Patriarch of our Kentucky Trio.
This past weekend, I sadly attended the Memorial Service for a much loved friend and supporter of our beagle
Fred Schulz was an incredible man and a very wise teacher.
Even at his Memorial, he was teaching us.
Live life to the fullest. Make every day count.
Be good to others. Love, Love, Love.
What would we do without the people and the animals who inspire us to be better?
I'll end these thoughts with a Welsh lullaby that
was played at Fred's memorial. Listening to it felt a lot like a cuddle.
ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian Angels God will send thee,
through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping
through the night.
Look, my love, the stars are smiling
All through the night.
Lighting, soothing and beguiling
Earth's sombre plight
So when age brings grief and sorrow,
From each other we can boroow
Faith in our sublime tomorrow,
All through the night.