Missing my Oreo

• My happy home.
• My boy & cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys.
• The lap, which I loved so much.
• The hand that stroked my fur & the sweet voice which spoke my name.

amcm74 said:

This precious guy was my beloved Oreo. Today is two months since we had him pts. I miss him so much. He was only 4 when he passed. I had rescued him one night. The temp was going to be -35 that night. I intended to take him to out SPCA (no kill shelter) But they were full. I spent two weeks with him, and when they called back to accept him, it was to late. My heart was lost to my precious Fluffle. He was such a great cat. When I was three I begged my parents for a cat. I wanted a fluffy cuddly cat. In my dreams I wanted one exactly like Oreo. I used to tell everyone I waited 30 years for him and he was worth every second. My time with him was cut short by FeLV, he was neg I had him tested as a kitten. Sadly I never suspected he picked it up on one of the few nights he snuck out. My husband was crushed as well. No one expected to see an Army veteran brought to his knees in grief. But Oreo was our spoiled baby. I never intended to have a favorite pet, it's like picking between your children. But Oreo was a smile and a laugh every day. My facebook was full of funny pictures, stories, and a detailed reaction to his diet. The picture on the right is a "sit protest" because I had watered down his milk. When I failed to relent he tossed pieces on the floor and eventually took a few off to hide.

It's sad but the hair I used to brush and wash away on blankets and furniture cause me to pause now. One last chance to touch his fur. I wish I had a recording of his loud helicopter purring. There will never be another Oreo.

My oldest boy was just falling into such a deep depression being catless. He said to me one day, "It's hard not having anyone yelling at you for breakfast. It ruins my whole day." I also found this:

Before humans die, they write their last Will & Testament, give their home & all they have,
to those they leave behind.  if, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I'd ask...

To a poor lonely stray I'd give:

• My happy home.
• My boy & cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys.
• The lap, which I loved so much.
• The hand that stroked my fur & the sweet voice which spoke my name.

I'd Will to the sad, scared shelter dog, the place I had in my
human's loving heart, of which there seemed no bounds.

So, when I die, please do not say, "I will never have a
pet again, for the loss and pain is more then I can stand."

Instead, go find an unloved dog, one whose life has
held no joy or hope and give MY place to HIM.

This is the only thing I can give..
               The love I left behind.



As I sit here in my living room by myself I have tears streaming down my face!  I had heard of this poem right after my sweet, loving amazing dog Sadie died from Hemalitic Anemia in 2005.  Sadie was and always will be my first child, I loved her to the ends of time and back!!  Sadie was my constant companion through school, moved away with me when I went to college, was by beast friend and a comfort at all times.  I never felt lonely, scared or in danger with my Sadie by my side (she was a Rottweiler).  I got Sadie as a small pup one year for Christmas (after some Major begging to my parents as I was only 17).  She and I were never apart from that moment on, not for the next 10 years!!!  When Sadie was 10 in July of 2005 she became ill, not wanting to eat/drink and no energy.  I took her to the vet and received the devastating news that she had Hemalitic Anemia, Sadie died a week later at the vet office, never having gotten to come home and spend her last hours with us   I knew she had died at the moment it took place because I was driving home and I felt her energy come through me and then I felt her saying "I am free now, be happy for me and find the same joy for you, do not mourn to long for me"  I then felt a rush of air/energy  go through and I felt a wave of emotion take over. 
,    I had to pull my car over and simply scream and cry historically for about an hour before I could collect myself to move from the grief.  Sadie has been gone from me for six years now and there is not one day that I do not think of her, miss her and mourn her.  I was seven months pregnant when I lost Sadie and the grieve of her loss put me into pre=term labor that took months to stop.  I know that almost seven years have passed, but I still hear her "bear" noises she always made when happy.  I find myself getting glimpses of her when I turn around quick and she will be standing in the yard or sitting by her food bowl.  I swear it feels like Sadie never left. simply  changed forms!!  I have just now opened my heart and home to another animal and while it is hard and even painful I think it is right.  Oreo and Grey needed me and I needed them so much more!!!  I can Finlay love again and while the fear of loosing them is very real I can try to enjoy the great moments every day!!!!!  Thank you Sadie Bear for teaching me how to love and loving me so unconditionally, you will always hold a special place in my heart and I look forward to hugging you again one day!!!! 



I still get such joy looking at this photo because it reminds me of how she was and what we had together!!!!!!!!!!!

Sadie Bear, I love you forever, I miss you for always, as long as I'm living my friend you will be 

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