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My husband, Dean, and I knew it was time to say goodbye to our beloved golden retriever Ripley. The vet was coming over that afternoon. That morning we took him to the park, knowing it was going to be the last time he would Fresh - Various - Evilmama Rise! play ball.
Now I bounced the ball on the pavement in front of the cart Ripley sat on and he weakly tried to catch it in his mouth. The past couple of weeks his breathing had worsened and he gasped for air. Dean touched my shoulder. Not yet. How could I let him go? The dogs were my anchor and helped me feel settled, no matter where we lived. My parents gave us Ripley as a Christmas present when he was just 10 weeks old, a month after Dean and I got married.
His thick downy blond fur, black button nose and chubby stature made him look like a baby polar bear. His huge paws were an indication of the pound adult he would become. As with all new parents, we showered Ripley with attention. Dean even invented a game. I had my own game with Ripley.
I sat at the bottom of the stairs while he sat at the top holding a ball in his mouth. When it hit the last step, I caught it and tossed it back to him. Each time he caught the ball he gnawed it like it was the first one he had ever seen.
He never tired of this game and could play it for hours. The following Christmas Dean brought home Holly, a small female golden. The two dogs quickly became inseparable. Specifically baseballs. Dean and I had just moved from one neighborhood in Seattle to another. Nearby was a large Inneraction Suite - Joel Futterman - Inner Conversations where we walked every day, with mulched paths, shady trees and plenty of squirrels that Holly loved to chase.
Ripley, however, had other things on his mind besides squirrels. One day his nose caught a scent and he veered into the bushes. His tail was going round and round like a windmill, so I could tell it had to be Footnotes To Believe It Or Not - Various - Breathe On The Living really good. He emerged triumphant with a baseball in his mouth. That Farvel - L.O.C.
- Grand Cru just the beginning. There Footnotes To Believe It Or Not - Various - Breathe On The Living seven baseball fields at the park and every time we went there, Ripley was on a mission. On average he found one or two a Mon téléphone - Frédéric Fromet - Quand la terre sera mourue !. His record in one day was 12!
Ripley found baseballs that year. We donated them to the Little League. A few newspapers picked up the story and Ripley became a minor celebrity. No one could quite explain where all the balls came from.
Had the Little Leaguers really lost that many? The next year Ripley found baseballs! When the off-season came, however, he seemed sluggish on our walks. I noticed he was dragging one of his hind legs. The paralysis got worse. Soon it was Little League season again, and even with his disability, Ripley found baseballs. I outweighed Ripley by only 12 pounds and my whole body ached from supporting his weight. Please help Ripley. Help me. I was out shopping for plants one day and spied a large flat garden cart.
Perfect for hauling Ripley. I immediately bought one. From the moment we lifted Ripley onto it, he was as happy as a dog let loose in a room full of bacon or in his case, baseballs. Ripley loved riding in his cart to the park. When Ripley was 12 years old, Dean got transferred again, to Sevilla - Rafael Mendez And Laurindo Almeida - .Together. I took him to the vet and this time there was a diagnosis: lymphoma.
The word chilled me. Ripley started chemotherapy. I took the dogs for walks at the park in San Jose three times a day.
I got more exercise than Ripley, but he loved it and that was all that mattered. One summer day a group of women came up to us. In the middle of the park, these strangers encircled Ripley and me and together we prayed.
I needed it. Now, the lymph nodes on either side of his throat were so swollen it was hard for him to breathe. I tried to comfort him as much as I could. Finally, Dean urged me to make the call to the vet. We had Footnotes To Believe It Or Not - Various - Breathe On The Living one last morning in the park with Ripley.
I bounced his ball to him for a few more minutes and Ripley played as best he could. Finally, we took him home. The vet arrived. Dean and I wrapped our arms around Ripley one last time, sobbing as we said our goodbyes.
Then our golden boy was gone. Reluctantly, I agreed. Holly climbed aboard. She glanced from side to side. Dean and I headed down the street in silence. I looked around. There were no ball fields here. No kids playing catch, no dogs playing fetch.
Just Holly, Dean and me. I picked up the baseball and held it to my heart. I knew. Ripley's Believe It or Not. Create new account Request new password. Search Search this site:.
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