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|Tribute To Sandi|
|Sandi was born on March 1, 1982 and truly was the
love of my life, until crippling arthritis took her
precious life, when she was fourteen years old.
Sandi's Sire was King's Captain Eagle, and
her Dam was PJ's Rexa Eagle.
She inherited the best traits
from both. She was one of a kind.
In my lifetime, I know I will never again have
the priviledge of knowing and loving one
so intelligent and intuitive.
Words can't describe how special Sandi was, not only
to me, but to all who knew and loved her.
And, although I miss her terribly, I am
greatful that she had a wonderful life.
All of her days were happy ones, doing the
things she loved, and being with those she loved.
|Three Month old Sandi with her Mom (me).|
|Thank you for loving me,
and for allowing me to love you.
Thank you for accepting all,
and growing to love all.
Thank you for your patience with Tana,
and for loving her enough to teach her how
to love, be loved, and be happy.
Thank you for your intelligence, intuition,
and loyalty and for making us proud, always.
Thank you for your strength, and your gentleness,
and the good judgement to go with them.
Thank you for representing your wild brothers.
I know you made them proud.
And, most of all I thank you for allowing me to trust in
you, completely and unconditionally in the well being
of my children Charles and Chris.
For this I thank you most of all.
Thank you Sandi for sharing your life with us.
I love you more than words can ever say,
and will treasure your memory always.
|Her name was Casandra Alexi E.,......Sandi !
Both feared and respected, she shied from no man.
Her demeanor was fierce, she ruled without strife,
should her gaze fall upon you, she seemed bigger than life.
She was a faithful companion, keeping just out of sight,
never shirking her duties she'd watch through the night.
She refused to be left when Mom went to nursing school,
she'd do whatever it took to be by her side.
Through closed doors she'd try to get,
to lay on the bed until mom would appear.
And there she would lay until she would agree,
she was her best friend, and good company.
No one dared question, not even in jest,
it was Sandi that rode shotgun, backseat for the rest.
It did no good to argue, not one little bit,
cause nothing was worse than this friend in a fit.
In town most folks knew her and weren't too surprised,
and for those that didn't, it was there in their eyes.
"Will she bite? Stay out of her way."
There was always excitement when Sandi was there,
she got lots of attention when she came around.
Casandra Alexi E., you gave us your best,
then your time came to cross and join up with the rest.
The lessons you taught, the messes you made,
you gave it your all, your dues have been paid.
For all that you were, for all that you did,
thank you for being one heck of a girl!
Your memory continues to bring a sweet smile,
many thanks for sharing yourself for a while.
Much Love until we meet again......
In memory of Sandi..............Jessie
|If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle, can't be won.
You will be sad - I understand
Don't let your grief then stay your hand
For this day, more than all the rest
Your love and friendship 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
When the time comes, please let me go.
I know in time you too will see
It is a kindness you do to me
Although my tail its last has waved
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Don't grieve that it should 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.
|God saw you were getting tired,
a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
and saw you fade away.
Although we love you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
So when we saw you sleeping
so peacefully from pain,
we could not wish you back
to suffer that way again.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands went to rest,
God took you to prove to us
he only takes the best.
In life we miss you dearly,
in death we love you still,
in our hearts you hold a special
place, no one else will ever fill.
|Taking a nap with the grandchildren.|
|If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life
you will always remember...
The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring
home your young new friend. It instills a feeling of pure love
you will carry with you through the many years to come.
The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.
You will look at your longtime friend and see age where you
once saw youth. And you may feel a growing fear deep
within yourself. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, until
the third day finally arrives.
And on this day--if your friend and God have not decided
for you, then you will be faced with making a decision on
behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your
own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend
eventually leaves you, you will feel as alone as a single
star in the dark night.
If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and
as often as they must. You will find that not many in
your circle of family or friends will be able to understand
your grief, or comfort you. But if you are true to the love
of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled
years, you may find that her soul seems to walk with you,
at times, during the lonely days to come. You will remember
those three significant days. The memory will be painful,
and leave an ache in your heart---As time passes the ache
will come and go as if it has a life of its own. If you reject it,
it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you.
But there will be a fourth day when---along with the memory of
your pet---and piercing through the heaviness on your
heart---there will come a realization that belongs only to you,
that takes the form of a Living Love---like the heavenly scent
of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love
will remain and grow---and be there for you to remember. It is
a love we have earned. And it is a gift we may keep with us
as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone.
|The Last Will & Testament
of a Distinguished Dog
|I, Casandra Alexi E., because the burden of my years
are heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near,
do hereby, bury my last will and testament in the mind of my
mistress. She will not know it is there until after I am gone.
Then, remembering me in her loneliness, she will suddenly
know of this testament, and I ask her then, to inscribe it
as a memorial to me.
I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs
are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon
things. They do not waste their days hoarding property.
They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep
the objects they have, and to obtain the objects they
have not. I have nothing of value to bequeath, except
my love and my faith. These I leave to all those who
have loved me, to my master and mistress who I know
will mourn me the most....But, if I were to list all those
who loved me, it would force my mistress to write a
book, as I have always been an extremely lovable dog.
I ask my master and mistress to remember me always,
but not to grieve for me too long. In my life, I have
tried to be a comfort to them in times of sorrow, and
a reason for added joy in their happiness. Let them
remember that while no dog has had a happier life,
and this I owe to their love and care for me; now that
I have grown crippled and weak, my pride has sunk to
a sick, bewildered humiliation. I feel life is taunting
me with having over-lingered my welcome. It is time
I said goodbye, before I become too sick, a burden
on myself and on those who love me. It will be a
sorrow to leave them, but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do
not fear death as men do. We accept it as a part of life.
What may come after death, who knows? I would
like to believe that there is a paradise, where one is
always young, where there are cats who run
fast, but not too fast, where every blissfull hour is
mealtime, where in the long evenings there are a
million fireplaces with logs forever burning, and
one curls up and dreams, remembering the old
brave days on earth, and the love of one's master
and mistress. I am affraid this is too much for even
such a dog as I am to expect. But, peace, at least,
is certain. Peace and long rest for weary old heart,
head and limbs, and eternal sleep in the earth I have
loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best.
One last request, I ernestly make. I have heard my
mistress say, "When Sandi dies, we must never have
another dog. I love her so much, I could
never love another one." Now I ask her, for love
of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute
to me to never have a dog again. What I would
like to feel is that, having once had me in the family,
now she cannot live without a dog! I have never
had a narrow jealous spirit.
One last word of farewell, dear master and mistress.
Whenever you visit me in your minds, think of me with
regrets, but also with happiness.
Think, "Sandi loved us well...and as much... as we loved her."
No matter how deep my sleep........... I shall hear you.
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