Sierra Skye
and her friend Jake
Our beautiful blue Skye …
who shared our bed at night snuggling between us … now runs with all the others in the special place where there is no pain … no little brothers to torment you … all your toys intact as they should be … there will be no thunder, lightening or loud noises for you to worry about … but always sunshine and love and many hugs .
You will be missed so deeply … you were our bright star … who never learned to “woo” even though we tried to teach you … you always came over for loves at the table and wouldn’t take no for an answer, so quietly that your head would be in our laps before we knew it … taking your place front row of the wood stove during winter months … worried when others tried to share ‘your’ couch or sit in ‘your’ spot … who loved to travel in the RV and didn’t want to leave it when we returned home … Always ready for that walk or trip on a moments notice.
You left us much too early … too young … you touched our lives in every way … and you will never ever be forgotten. We miss you so much Skye and will love you always … You will be in our hearts forever … dream your dreams … bask in the forever sunshine … and wait for us … Until we meet again …
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~ Jake ~
"Mountain Dog"
3/1992 – 4/28/2006
He
came out of the cold of the mountains that 23rd day of
December
in 1992 onto our doorstep. We thought he was from the
neighborhood. We recently moved full time to the foothills and didn't
know our neighbors. He seemed
so happy to have
someone around.We didn’t feed him that night … I wanted him to go back to his own home … but the next morning he was still there. I relented and put some food in a bowl, and he dropped down and wrapped his paws around the bowl to eat. I couldn’t turn him away … He was limping and had so many ticks on him that it was as if they were living on top of each other like “ Condo ticks “… We put up flyers in a 50 mile radius … we put an ad in the local paper… no one inquired about him … He had lived on his own for a while. We thought maybe he fell out of the back of a pickup or hurt himself while living off the land. Maybe he was out with his owner and they were hunting and he became frightened and ran away. He changed our lives that December day. We were waiting to complete the sale of our townhouse and buy a large sailboat to live on, and do some extensive cruising. Now with 2 dogs and a cat we chose to build our house instead. I believe he came to us for a reason. We had some health issues the following year and may not have gotten the correct care if we had been cruising the Pacific.
He also fell in love with Mobie,
our
Mantle Dane … on his 2nd day with us he ran after the car
when
Mick and Mobie left to go to the Post
Office. The vet
said he was young … probably 8-10 months
old.
We named him on the 2nd week he was with us. He was protective of anyone coming to our property. But he was very afraid of gun fire. Living in the foothills we have many folks that will sight in their rifles for hunting season or just for the heck of it. He would look for cover at the first hint of distant gunfire … or thunder. The last years of his life the flash of a camera would send him heading for the darkest corner of the crate because although he couldn’t hear, he ‘knew’ that where there was lightening there was thunder.
He was cunning. He could kill a skunk without getting sprayed … and did so 5 times.
We nicknamed him Mountain Dog because that name fit him. He loved going for our walks in the morning down the hill to pick up the paper. He loved to travel with us in the RV, but as the years gained on him, it was harder to get up those steps. He spent nights outside on the enclosed covered deck but would sneak in through the dog-door to sleep in the living room. He was our furry fur-kid and a ‘pig-pen’ with all his hair. He was the outside guardian of our property. His early morning bark would get Skye and Sailor running out the door to find out where the enemy was.
As life goes on, payback is always repaid. For all the torment he gave Mobie, he was repaid in full with Skye as a puppy growing up … then with Sailor …
Our days and nights are quiet now. There is only one voice instead of three. We miss the early morning warnings and the sound of thundering padded feet on the deck. Sailor doesn’t know why he is alone and he grieves for you and Skye.
Enjoy the sunshine and the meadow Jake … and wait for us to catch up with you … we love and miss you Mountain Dog …
One month and a day after Skye left us, Jake went to play in the meadow with her and his first love Mobie …
Pat Dousman
Skyranch Danes
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