Calliesmom
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our condolences as well- it's been a tough couple months.............
Gone far too soon
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corbinam
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I too am so sorry for your loss. Skye is smiling down on you as we speak, I just know it. 
Justicemom
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I am so sorry for your loss. RIP Skye.
wjo53
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So sorry to read of your loss.
rosesandlace
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Sorry for your loss ... God Bless!
danisgoat
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Dr. Mac- I have been away from the forums for a couple of days, and was so sad to read this post regarding the loss of your Skye. Please know that you are amongst people who totally understand your grief.
It is hard to come up with the right words to say in moments like this.
So I will end with a simple, I am so so very sorry for your loss. Take care of yourself.
Danielle
It is hard to come up with the right words to say in moments like this.
So I will end with a simple, I am so so very sorry for your loss. Take care of yourself.
Danielle
Mally's Mom
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I am so very, very sorry to hear of Skye's passing.
My heart and prayers go out to you and your family at this time.
My heart and prayers go out to you and your family at this time.
The Quahog
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Again, very deep thanks to you all. It means so very much.
And yet...
Who will protect me when I sneeze?
And who will keep me from going too near the wave's edge when I take her to the beach on a winter's day? (Her favorite thing, especially when the wind chill was about 30 below.)
And who will place her hot nose on my thigh to let me know that she needs- well, God knows what, but she needs SOMETHING... very badly. ('No Daddy, that's not it. Try again.')
And, of course, who will protect me from the squirrels, especially on a windy day when the moving branches means there is a killer squirrel in every tree, and SOMEBODY has to bark at them all.
If you'll indulge me, one more story about my little girl.
So she was a typical Sheltie Princess- she knew what she wanted, and what she DIDN"T want, and she made that clear with her beady eyed little stare.
And one thing she did NOT want was to play the 'chase game' with my (to her) obnoxious son Patrick. He tried, but she just would not play.
Patrick had several tricks to annoy Skye. When she was chewing on her rawhide he would lie down next to her and chew on the other end. (He is a molecular biology researcher at Yale, but he's kinda wierd- somewhere I went terribly wrong. But, in fairness, he is widely known as 'the clone.') And when she got up to get a drink of water he would lie down on her bed.
She would come back in, stare at him. 'Nose' him - 'This isnt right Patrick, there are RULES!' Then go to my wife and say 'Make him MOVE! That's MY bed! There are RULES!' (She was big on rules.)
When that didn't work she would bark and run and say 'Let's play the chase game! I LOVE that.' And he would chase her out to the kitchen, and she would sneak back around the stairs, and when he would come back and say 'I thought we were playing a game,', she would just look up from where she was lying on HER bed and smile....
And yet...
Who will protect me when I sneeze?
And who will keep me from going too near the wave's edge when I take her to the beach on a winter's day? (Her favorite thing, especially when the wind chill was about 30 below.)
And who will place her hot nose on my thigh to let me know that she needs- well, God knows what, but she needs SOMETHING... very badly. ('No Daddy, that's not it. Try again.')
And, of course, who will protect me from the squirrels, especially on a windy day when the moving branches means there is a killer squirrel in every tree, and SOMEBODY has to bark at them all.
If you'll indulge me, one more story about my little girl.
So she was a typical Sheltie Princess- she knew what she wanted, and what she DIDN"T want, and she made that clear with her beady eyed little stare.
And one thing she did NOT want was to play the 'chase game' with my (to her) obnoxious son Patrick. He tried, but she just would not play.
Patrick had several tricks to annoy Skye. When she was chewing on her rawhide he would lie down next to her and chew on the other end. (He is a molecular biology researcher at Yale, but he's kinda wierd- somewhere I went terribly wrong. But, in fairness, he is widely known as 'the clone.') And when she got up to get a drink of water he would lie down on her bed.
She would come back in, stare at him. 'Nose' him - 'This isnt right Patrick, there are RULES!' Then go to my wife and say 'Make him MOVE! That's MY bed! There are RULES!' (She was big on rules.)
When that didn't work she would bark and run and say 'Let's play the chase game! I LOVE that.' And he would chase her out to the kitchen, and she would sneak back around the stairs, and when he would come back and say 'I thought we were playing a game,', she would just look up from where she was lying on HER bed and smile....