Accused dog-napper jailedtook neighbor's dog without permission, neutered it

Well, that's the first step - learning to catch a treat.

My dog catches them in the air, so the cats don't have a chance at them. She is pretty good at waiting and watching a treat between her front paws until I tell her to "take it," but we haven't mastered setting the treat on her nose and having her wait to flip it into the air and catch it. She can actually sneak her tongue up and lick it off her own nose without moving her head . . . we gotta work on that.

Thanks for your post (#32). It does bring back memories.

In my case, it was more than just a dozen years. I spent 17 years with my beloved Bradley and therefore I have lots and lots of memories. Unfortunately, right now they're painful to recall. I'm told that that will change.

Thank you so much for your beautiful post. I am so sorry to learn of your loss. And I know it is a terrible loss. You lost a dear friend, a "fur friend" who lived with you for 13 wonderful years.

I find it interesting that you still miss your dear dog even after a year's time. That is indicative of the strength of the bond.

One wonders whether there can be a "Rainbow Bridge." I certainly hope that there is. Call me sentimental but sometimes it is the hope that one can be re-united in the hereafter that can keep us going.

I think that you are right to worry about your Mom. When her baby (and that's what some dogs and cats become, your baby) passes on, it is going to be devastating to her. It might even affect her health (God forbid!); I pray that it doesn't. She'll need some heavy-duty counseling to get her over her loss. The good thing is that she has had her darling dog to comfort her all this time. That, girlangler, as you well know, is a blessing all to itself.

And thank you for that last paragraph. Dogs and cats are little angels, given to us for a brief time, to comfort us, make us happy. They truly are God's gift and we should treat them that way.

Again, thanks for your post. I really appreciate it.

My poodle, Prissy, died in 2001. I said I grieved over her for a year, but I was referring to the serious grieving part, where my heart still ached very badly.

Now, five years later, I still dream about her often. And I am crying as I type this, so I guess I'll really never get over losing her, but I can talk about her now (most of the time) without crying.

Her quality of life was getting pretty bad in the end, and, although she would never let on, to keep from alarming me, I could tell she was starting to suffer.

I cherish every moment I had with her.

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