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September 15, 2009...

 

Tyler,my beloved Westhighland White Terrier passed away early in the morning today at the age of 14 1/2. He died in his sleep last night from what the vet says to be some form of cancer. Tyler went blind at the age of 11 and def at 14. If I had a picture of him I would post it, but there aren't any on this computer. He is very well missed already and will never be forgotten. If you can see me writing this Tyler, please give me a sign you are still with us in some way! I miss and love you! I have wrote you a little something here... I hope you like it ...

 

 

The life of a dog,

For the life of a dog.

A little short story

Of a wonderful life of a beloved dog.

 

Though the life span of a dog is not as ours,

They still make it through

With laughs and smiles

Kind of like a little Westie named Tyler.

 

He may have been born

In the hell of all places,

But the little fighter didn't give in

To the sickness and filth.

 

That little puppy soon came home

With a young lady

Treated with the up most affection

Groomed, bathed, and fed so precicely.

 

The tiny pup was small enough,

To stand in your hand.

He could probably fit

In your coffe' mug.

 

Some holidays went by,

Soon to his suprise,

That same little pup,

Ended up at my grandmother's doorstep.

 

That first Christmas,

At my Grandmother's,

He found himself part of the famliy

And presents raining down on him.,

 

He would sometimes get bones,

Sometimes chew toys but his favorite,

Has and always will be forever,

His jerky and flavored bones.

 

He would growl and run with them,

Hiding was sometimes put to use.

When we would finanally get them from him,

They would be pretty much gone.

 

Soon I came along,

With new smells and toys,

He peeked into that crib I was layed in,

Sniff, Sniff, Sniff.

 

He knew what was mine ,

And what was his,

Although I played with his toys ,

He didn't do anything to mine.

 

Not one bite,

Not one bark,

All this curious terrier would do was growl,

Once but never again.

 

I grew older,

As did he.

We would play dress up,

And pictures would taken.

 

My Grandmother and I,

Would make him sing to,

Martina Mcbride's,

Safe in the Arms Love.

 

The adorable sound,

Of his beloved howl,

Rang through our home,

Laughing and singing along.

 

When that wet little pup

Got out of the bathtub,

He would roll, and run around,

to dry himself.

 

We always had to spell out B-A-T-H

or he would run and hide.

And when he was still in the bathroon,

He would roll all over Granny and I.

 

More christmases, birthdays

And more went by,

Soon something I called "Yellow Butt"

Came over him.

 

He recovered slowly but surely,

But soon better than ever.

Playing, running...

And chasing squirles.

 

I had heard rumors,

That he had caught, 

Two chipmunks and ,

A squirle before.

 

Soon we noticed,

that he was sniffing,

for his food and for us ,

He wasn't as active either.

 

Our rambunchous terrier,

Had gone blind.

At the same time,

We had found out that he had cushings.

 

He learned to adapt,

With his new way of life.

His other sences became keen,

and his earing was good.

 

Years went by ,

And no compications.

But, yet again,

We saw tall tail signs.

 

Hearingloss was next on

His list of things

He learned how to

deal with this, too.

 

It was tough,

To live with a blind and deaf dog.

But it always intrested people.

All you heard was BUMP,BUMP,BUMP.

 

After we knew about,

His hearing problem,

He would wee and poo in the house,

We were all concerened at that point.

 

Our fighter didn't change for a,

long, long while,

Until this happed.

It hit his frail body very hard.

 

There is too many things,

To list about what he had.

It is just ,too painful

To remember and think about.

 

The night he passed,

He nudged Granny's hand,

As if saying "Goodbye"

To her, but she didn't know that.

 

My Paw-Paw made him

A beautiful box

With pictures,toys,and pillows.

He had always loved those pillows.

 

I will never forget the

Piter-patter of his toenails

On the kitchen floor and,

His whispy breathing when he was in deep sleep.

 

The sweet sound of his "oosing",

under the table during dinner time.

And those huge dark brown eyes

Of his when it was dinner time.

 

I'll never forget him

Snuggling up to me during

Thunderstorms and the Fourth of July.

And his soft, warm ,furry coat he had.

 

And The time we had to "hide from the flood"

Up on the top of the stairs at Granny's.

Or the way he took food or treats

From your hand so gently.

 

Then the time when

I was younger

"Tywer! Tywer Reece! Get back here right now!"

I screamed with my hands on my hips.

 

Dedicated forever in our hearts,

To our one and only,

Little, loving, loyal, protiective, friend

Tyler, the beloved dog of a life time.

 

By Samantha Reece