If It Should Be....

Hello everyone, Tasha & Eva's Dad here. It is with tears in my eyes, shaking hands, and a hole in my heart that I tell you Tasha crossed the Rainbow Bridge at 2:00 p.m. yesterday. Her breathing had been getting progressively worse and she showed very limited interest in her food or treats. She seemed so sad and we had recently started seeing fear and confusion in her eyes. The latest test came back negative for blastomycrosis. This led the doctors to continue to believe that it was some type of cancer and they could continue to run more tests, but it just didn't seem fair to put her through additional testing when you could tell that she wasn't happy and she was going downhill so fast. Did we do the right thing is always the question. Seeing Tasha the way she has been this few weeks, I'm pretty certain that we did. I think she thought so to because as I held her in my arms, the last thing she did before she went to sleep was to give me a big kiss. Yes, I totally lost it there. I hope that was a sign from her that she knew she was going to better place where she can breathe easy and run without pain.

Here are some of our favorite shots of Tasha. First Night at Furever Home.

Keeping an Eye on New Dad.

Loving Snow at 12 Weeks Old

Tasha wasn't an only dog for long. Tia arrived in December 1998 to keep her company.

Showing Tia How to Attack Momma.

Resting Between Puppy Training.

A Little Rasslin'!

A Favorite Place to Relax.

Together at the Rainbow Bridge with Tia and Lola

Tia went to the Bridge in January of 2003 when she was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in multiple organs.

Tasha loved everyone and loved to go to the dog park, on walks and to go on other adventures. She thought everyone existed to pet her and rub her belly. Yet she was very protective of us and her house.

Saying "HI!!!" to Jeff. The Tails a Blur. Happy? OH YEA!

With Momma at the Renaissance Fair.

Hi Buddies, Nice to Meet You!

Socializing with Both the Pups and the Bipeds.

Playful Puppy.

Tasha loved to help.

Helping With the Leaves.

Helping Scoop Snow.

I think that playing in or just laying in the snow was Tasha's favorite pastime. She had to have been part husky.

Lovin' It.

Gotta Roll!!

Is There a Ball in Here?

Cooling Off on a Hot Day.

Tasha loved her pool almost as much as snow. She would get so excited when her pool came out every spring. She would spin in circles with her head in the water and her mouth open. Her head would come up with water streaming off her and her tail wagging furiously.

Happy Girls at the Dog Park.

Tasha

September 1997-May 24, 2008

Rest in peace and play pain free. We will miss you terribly.

Vicky and I want to once again thank all of you that have been so supportive through this extremely hard time. Your prayers, thoughts, comments, and Sibe Vibes have been felt and appreciated more than we can say. Thank you all so very much.

Tasha's Loving Momma and Dad,

Vicky and Doug

If It Should Be

If it should be that I grow weak

And pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then you must do what must be done,

For this last battle can not be won.

You will be sad, I understand.

Don't let the grief then stay your hand.

For this day, more than all the rest,

Your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years.

What is to come can hold no fears.

You'd not want me to suffer so:

The time has come--please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend,

And please stay with me till the end.

Hold me firm and speak to me,

Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see

The kindness that you did for me.

Although my tail its last has waved,

From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve--it must be you

Who had the painful thing to do.

We've been so close, we two, these years;

Don't let you heart hold back its tears.

--Anonymous--