Sebastian
At six-weeks old, he was cute, but he was a “he”. We wanted a “she”.
We had called ahead to ask whether any females were left from the half Bichon Frise – half Shih Tzu litter.
By the time we arrived, the females had been taken. Since we were there and the puppies were out, we stayed to watch them play and to get a better sense for the breed.
Disappointed that there was no female, but unable to forget the pup that came to Kay, we got back in the car and headed for home.
Two blocks from the kennel, Kay broke the silence. “I can’t leave him. I love that puppy. We have to go back and get him.” We went back and got him. Kay held him in a blanket on the way home.
We named him Sebastian. He just seemed like a Sebastian.
Thirteen years later, April 20, 2013, Kay held him once more in a blanket … on the way to the veterinarian.
I keep waiting for him to follow me up or down the stairs, settle by my feet at the computer desk, nuzzle up to my thigh during our nap, pester us to go upstairs when it’s bedtime. The house is not as full.
We got a “he” for a little while. A gift named Sebastian. We never “owned” him. We don’t really own a thing.
Views from the Edge 
I share the loss of a loyal furry friend. It was several years ago, seems like yesterday when we too lost our buddy, he would pester us for a walk, play ball or treat. We love him still and I wish for you a peace and an eternal memory of that loving friend. God bless
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Thank you, Ray’s Mom – and best wishes for justice for Raymond.
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Gordon, I said I would send you “Rainbow Bridge” if I found it. I hope this will go to you, and make it there in legible style. I’m afraid it isn’t Biblical at all, but it’s what many of us secretly hope for, whatever the catachism says.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
Author unknown…
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Thanks, Carolyn. I’ll never look at a rainbow the same way again.
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So sorry to hear – this for your and Kay’s loss. but the love lasts and the memories. A good reminder that life is fleeting. While we were in the Black Hills and i was was admiring all the rock faces (surfaces) as we were driving along, I said to Don that we are just a speck in time smaller than a grain of sand that makes up those rocks. What a wonder full universe we live in!.
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Karin, it’s like the conversation in Grand Canyon where Danny Glover, the tow-truck driver, tells the rich guy whose car broke down in Watts. “Those rocks have been there since the beginning of time. Get yourself to the Grand Canyon (Black Hills). Yes to your comment.
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I like this post very much…..the sweet day we met him……..how could I have known how special he was going to be…..the love started it all and the love continues through death. Nothing separates us from the love of puppies….isn’t that what the Bible says?
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Kay, You’re the one he came to. You’re the one he picked. He picked you. and then you picked him. That’s love…and that’s what the good book says (when you know how to interpret it)!!! 🙂
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I continue to be so sad for your loss — tears still. What a wonderful thing is the love of and for a dog like Sebastian.
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Thank you, Mona. It’s getting better slowly. We don’t have to get up every five minutes 🙂 But….
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