| Location | Javea, Alicante, Spain |
| Age | 9 years |
| Date of Birth | 11/09/1998 |
| Date of Death | 03/07/2008 |
| Visitors | 3,304 since 10/02/2009 |
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WELCOME TO JAY'S GARDEN XX
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He was a miniature bull terrier who was loved very,very much. No words really can tell of the love
we shared together. He was my confidant and friend. I just wish I could have him with me all over
again for another ten years. I miss him so much.
We used to live in Broxbourne in Hertfordshire.We actually got Jay from Redcar in Yorkshire, so we
used to call him our Yorkie boy, who then became a Broxbourne boy.He came from a litter of nine
puppies. We played on the floor with them all but he was the one that stayed with us the whole
time,so really he chose us and was determined to keep our attention.We said "that's got to be the
one" and that certainly was the case for the next ten years. When we came to Spain, we brought him
with us, driving all the way by car, he was so good we never knew he was there.He was my baby.He
suddenly got ill, it really was just a matter of a week. He suddenly stopped eating and looked so
sad. We thought that it might be the hot weather but after a couple of days we knew it wasn't right
and called the vet to our home as we didn't want to make life anymore difficult for Jay. He took
blood tests and said he would return the same day with the result. The result was as the Spanish vet
said "His kidneys, they are broken" and I can try to stabilize him with injections and we will wait
three days, then we must decide what is best for Jay.He had deteriorated even more by then and it
was decided that the kindest thing for Jay was to let him go.What a wonderful vet, he was so
understanding of our feelings.It was a very tearful and heartbreaking time and I have re-lived it
many times. We have his ashes in a most beautiful glass casket in a velvet pouch tied with
ribbon.The vet did everything for us and did it so well.Jay has been gone now seven months, my heart
still aches for him. Why, my little mate did you have to go? I loved you so much.
SOLACE
(Written by Lisa Carmel Singer)
From the Silence of your pain, I heard my name
and on the wings of light I have come
to see the sadness in your eyes
that cry without tears. Can you see me, I am here.
I will always be near you,
to calm your shattered heart
and to make you smile at the memories.
Do you feel me, perhaps a soft brush of fur.
You ache to believe it's real
but you are afraid to hope
you brush away a strand of hair.
But it was I, whispering
I am only here for a moment.
The silver thread gently quivers
I will leave behind my love in a dream
When you awaken and without really knowing why
Your heart will know at last
That it is all right for now
to say goodbye.
JUST MY DOG
He is my other eyes that can see above
the clouds; my other ears that hear above
the winds. He is the part of me that can
reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him,
I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a
private peace. He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me...
henever...wherever--in case I need him.
And I expect I will--as I always have.
He is just my dog.
--- Gene Hill ---
Gifts From Heaven
A tiny golden butterfly
Perched upon my sill
His wings he fluttered gently
To give my heart a thrill.
On the wind I heard a song
Sung with pure delight
Trilled by a tiny bluebird
Such a lovely sight!
Through my window drifted
A fragrance oh so sweet
From newly blooming flowers
Came this lovely special treat.
I'm touched by gentle breezes
The sun warms my frame
I feel the gentle raindrops
I count them all the same.
They are gifts to us from heaven
To cheer us each new day
Sent by someone special
With love in everyway.
xxx
unknown
It was hard but we did it because we loved you so much darling Jay.
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Author unknown.
The Journey (Part 1)
When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey. A journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet will also test your strength and courage. If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.
Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures -- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.
Your pace may be slower, except when heading home to the food dish, but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details: the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig.
Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching: summer insects collecting on a screen; how bizarre they are; how many kinds there are or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie with a cat in hot pursuit, all in the name of love.
Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound. You will learn the true measure of love. The steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together."
The Journey (Part 2)
Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race. And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.
If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be not just a better person, but the person your animal companion always knew you to be. The one they were proud to call beloved friend. I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go.
An animal companion's time on earth is far too short, especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for a while, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left. The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy now wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle gone to gray.
Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead, young and whole once more. "God speed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.
Crystal Ward Kent, 1998 (www.journeyforanimals.com) Reproduced by kind permission.
A touching story, and so true! We have a lot to learn from our precious 4-legged friends. x
♥═══♥ WHY HUMANS LIVE LONGER THAN DOGS ♥═══♥
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn some thing from the experience. The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him.
Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.
We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right? The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply, Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.
(Author Unknown)
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have not gone far...I still see...
Those tears you shed...are for me...
I am not unhappy...I am not sad...
I just thank God...For all we had...
I did not choose...To go away...
But God told me...I couldn't stay...
He reached for me...with loving care...
Come with me child...If you dare...
Reach out your arms...to those below...
Blow them a kiss...So they will know...
Let the breeze of your kiss... Pass across their brow...
Let them know you are safe...and happy now...
Now dry your eyes...And remember me...
For where I am...Was meant to be...
To you that I have left behind...
The love we've shared...Will always bind...
If a breeze should pass...Across your brow...
Remember from where it came...And how...
Until we meet again one day...
I've not gone far... I am just away.
Original Poem By: Joanne T. Romano (2001)
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Rest your weary head and drift off into dreams,
Frolic in the sunshine and bathe in God's moonbeams.
Use the stars as stepping-stones to take you to your peace,
The pain of life forgotten now you have found release.
Without rain a flower folds, the petals drop and die,
There was no way to save you, you couldn't even cry.
So we cry all the tears instead as we must let you go
To Heaven, and God's garden to blossom and to grow.
The little seed is planted, you'll be watered every day,
The angels will tend all your needs as in their arms you lay.
Your life will be amazing now and full of wondrous things,
Rest in peace, our dear, sweet Jay, go fly on angels wings.
(Author unknown)
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LOVING MEMORY JAY
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A dog has no use for fancy cars'
big homes or designer clothes'
water loged sticks will do just fine'
dogs don't care if your rich or poor'
clever dull smart or dum'
give him your heart and hei'll give you his'
how many people.can you say that about'
how many people can make you feel rear pure and special' how many people can make you feel extrodinary
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