30 October 2012

In Loving Memory Of My Sweet Silly Suka


There is honor in being a dog.

~~ Aristotle, Ancient Greek Philosopher and Polymath, student of Plato and teacher of Alexander the Great,
384 BC – 322 BC


No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast,
When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.

~~ Alexander Pope, English Poet, 1688 - 1744


You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

~~ Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson, Scottish Novelist, Poet, Essayist, and Travel Writer, 1850 - 1894


It is with very heavy, crying heart that I write of the passing of Suka. He passed away sometime very early Monday morning, 29 October 2012. I woke at approximately 4:20 a.m. to hear the sounds of Silvius barking and I went outside to shush him so he would not wake the neighbors. Silvius often woke me up with his late night/very early morning barking so I did not think anything of it. When I got up later that morning and went out to check on Suka he had already passed. I now wonder if Silvius was barking to alert me and I am angry at myself for not paying more attention.

Suka loved to cross his paws. Here is just a sampling of his 'crossed paws' photos from over the years:

Silvius spent all day Monday, Monday night, and until late this afternoon staying near Suka's body. I took Porgy to see Suka many times on Monday, and a few times today. I explained to Porgy that Suka is now in Heaven but still with us in spirit. I know Porgy understands, he went through this with our previous dog, but Porgy still keeps walking to the back glass door where I find him pacing back and forth scouring the deck and back yard looking for his Suka.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

~~ Excerpt from the poem, The Power of the Dog, by Rudyard Kipling

My California pool boy!

Alpha Male Suka in his glory.

Eight months after losing my previous dog I started to entertain the idea of another adoption, and one day while browsing Petfinder.com I came across the lovely face of sweet Suka. For two months I debated if I should adopt him and on the third month, I did. One of the best decisions I ever made in my life. He had been at the humane society for over four months with only one couple having shown interest in him. Upon learning the couple did not pass the adoption screening I became convinced that Suka was meant to be with me. I was extraordinary blessed to have such a beautiful, loving, delightful, charming soul enter my life and grace me with over eight years of happiness and joy.

A few of Suka's favorite things:

Suka hanging out in his yard.

Suka loved to run and at the dog park people were amazed at how fast he ran. One day we met an Ethiopian and his dog at the dog park and he told me that in Ethiopian language "suka" meant "very fast."

Suka loved to take walks, but would have loved them more if he were leash free.

Mud and Suka seemed to always find each other. On warm days it was a great way for Suka to cool off his paws.

Every once in a while Suka would dig a hole, or "paw rest" as he preferred, to rest his weary paws after a busy day.

We had a beautiful midnight burial ceremony for Suka on Monday/Tuesday under the stunning brightness of the full moon, aptly named the Hunter's Moon as Suka was a hunter at heart - a hunter of adventure, friendship, and fun. We had candles on either end of the grave and had incense burning. I placed Suka's two favorite stuffed animals into the grave with him, along with a beautiful green feather from Porgy and two personal items. Poems, prayers, and personal words were read. Silvius was there, but it was much too cold for Porgy. I left Suka uncovered in his grave all night so that he could have the light of the Hunter's Moon to guide him on his journey. I brought Porgy out this morning to say one last good-bye to Suka, and then covered Suka with his favorite napping blanket. This afternoon we completed Suka's burial.

Beautiful Suka ready for his close-up.


Murray, taken at the Buffalo Humane Society in Buffalo, Minnesota, circa December 2003
The very first photo I ever saw of Suka.

Suka, taken in Suka’s front yard in Kansas, circa October 24, 2012
One of the very last photos taken of Suka.

Back to memorial for Suka...

Thank you all for your friendship. Suka and I always felt so blessed to know each and every one of you. We admired all the unique, lovely, fun, beautiful, caring, kind, and creative personalities that made up the pet blogging community. And we especially were always so proud when the community came together whenever one was in need or suffering. And now it is my turn to suffer, and you have answered the call with your love and support which has touched me deeply. Thank you for the extremely touching and tender words of comfort and sympathy. Every comment has touched my heart and means the world to me.

Suka's Heaven:

I would like to give a "woof-out," as Suka would say, to those friend's of Suka who have written special tributes to him on their blogs. Their memorials to Suka are beautiful and poignant, and Suka would be both humbled and honored by such wonderful gestures from his dear friends: Alfie, Chicco, the FiveSibes, Raelyn and Rose, the White Dog Army, Finn and Khyra. Also, Terra De Duendes {The Land of Elves}, the FiveSibes, and Bailey Be Good have all added a beautiful photo of Suka to their sidebar, with a lovely little sentiment, in memory of Suka. Thank you all for your outpouring of love toward Suka. It is truly overwhelming. For those not familiar with the amazing dogs just mentioned, please visit their blogs and follow them. [If I have missed someone, I am truly sorry. Please let me know and I will add you and a link to your blog. Thank you.]

To end, I would like to share a poem by Rudyard Kipling that I read at Suka's ceremony:

A Dog for Jesus
(Where dogs go when they die)

I wish someone had given Jesus a dog.
As loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.

As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog,
Would have followed Him all through the day.
While He preached to the crowds
and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away.
To face death alone and apart.
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Master's Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand
and barked it's delight,
For The One who died for all men.

Well, the Lord has a dog now,
I just sent Him mine,
The old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears
on this first day alone,
Knowing they're in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, "Wait,
I'm coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.

~~ Rudyard Kipling

I will miss hearing my sweet Suka's voice. He loved to howl with the coyotes. Music to my ears. And my heart.

Your leash is forever gone and you are forever free.

Yes, Suka, you may go. I will miss you terribly but I will see you again.

Goodbye my sweetie silly Suka. I love you forever.

Birth Date - Unknown
Adopted - April 2004
Passed Away - October 29, 2012

28 October 2012

A Failing Heart Creates A Broken Heart


The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.

~~ Blaise Pascal, French Mathematician, Physicist, Inventor, Writer, and Christian Philosopher, 1623 - 1662


It is not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.

~~ Epictetus, Greek Sage and Stoic Philosopher, born a slave, AD 55 – AD 135

What the...? Who are you? And why is this photo askew?

So the Kung Fu Bunnies sent a witch to take my color. Very interesting. It must have been because of that bunny leg.

Suka remembering last month...Hello! What have we here? *drool...yum.


Did it work? I am afraid to open my eyes.

Oh my dawg. It worked! Look at all the lovely colors! Ha! I defeated you witch! Now please go and take your creatures with you.

Now, about those Kung Fu Bunnies...


Paolo Morando Cavazzola, Saint Roch, circa 1518 (National Gallery, London, England) [Note: St. Roch is the Patron Saint of Dogs, the Plague, Pestilence, and more.]

Bartolomé Esteban Murillo, Saint John of God {Aiding the Lame with the Archangel Raphael}, circa 1672 (Museo Municipal de l’Almodi, Xátiva, Spain) [St. John of God is the Patron Saint of Heart Patients, the Sick, and more; Archangel Raphael is the Patron Saint of Bodily Ills, Sick People, and more.]

Back to me...

If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.

~~ Winnie The Pooh

I am sure you are wondering about the title of this post. Well, here is the poop scoop.

I saw the Vet on Friday. I have heart disease. He said it is incurable and that it will only get worse. We don't know how much time I have left. The Vet said anywhere from a few weeks to a few years.

It makes me very sad. So sad that I did not even care that I got rained on, hence my disheveled look.

I won't let my sadness take over. It is almost Winter which means I can look forward to snow. Lots of snow (paws crossed!). Nothing makes me happier than romping in snow.

Truth be told, I don't have much energy anymore, and I cough and hack a lot. I am still eating, but hardly anything. I have lost a lot of weight.

My failing heart has broken K's heart. I woofed to her not to worry. We both believe in miracles, they happen all the time. Perhaps a miracle will happen to me.

Having this disease feels like I am in a prison, and I don't like that. I miss my walks and my runs and playing and just having fun. Porgy is very angry. He already suffered through the death of one dog and he is not ready to let me go so easily. I think stupid Mr. Heart Disease better watch out for Porgy.

We estimate that I am only about 10 years old, so we feel that is much too young for me to have a death sentence. I have a lot of life left to live and I am not ready to leave. But, if God needs another Angel Dog by His side, I will gladly fulfill my duty. I just hope He is not ready for me yet. I still have my Bucket List to get through. And those Kung Fu Bunnies to deal with. I'm just sayin'...

11 October 2012

Color Me Black & White

There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart’s controls.

~~ Aeschylus, first of three Ancient Greek Tragedian and often described as the Father of Tragedy, 525/524 BC – 456/455 BC


Keep your fears to yourself but share your courage with others.

~~ Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish Novelist, Poet, Essayist, and Travel Writer, 1850 - 1894

Hey everybody! I am so excited! It's October so that means SNOW is just around the corner!

Porgy, look around. In a month or two all this will be covered in a beautiful white snowy blanket. Bliss.

*yawn. Time to go dream of my snowy heaven! See ya' later Porgy.

*dreamy snooze...


ack! ack!


Luca Signorelli, Damned Cast Into Hell, fresco, circa 1499-1502 (Orvieto Cathedral, Chapel of the Madonna di San Brizio, Piazza Duomo, Orvieto, Italy)

Albrecht Dürer, Knight, Death and the Devil {Ritter, Tod und Teufel}, copper engraving, circa 1513 (Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam, The Netherlands)

Back to me...


What just happened?

Hey...where did all my color go?

I know who did this. The Halloween ghosties, ghoulies, and goblins.

Curses! Give me back my color!

Every October the Halloween ghosties, ghoulies, and goblins mess with me. I never know what to expect from them but taking my color is a low blow. I feel so two-dimensional without my color. They say when you are really afraid all the color drains out of you. Since I have no more color I guess I will just drain away to nothing. I'm just sayin'...

25 September 2012

Awards Galore Some More!

For it is in giving that we receive.

~~ St. Francis of Assisi (born Giovanni Francesco di Bernardone), Italian Catholic Friar and Preacher, founder of the men’s Franciscan Order, the women’s Order of St. Clare, and the lay Third Order of Saint Francis, 1181 – 1226.

Each day provides its own gifts.

~~ Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emperor from AD 161 - AD 180 (co-Emperor from AD 161 – AD 169), last of the Five Good Emperors, Stoic Philosopher, AD 121 - AD 180.

Hey everyone! Long time no woof! All is well and I am pretty much maintaining the status quo of my illness/old age. Adjusting nicely and still living the leash-free life! But at a cost. While enjoying the new-found freedoms of being leash-free I have become remiss in a few of my duties, such as blogging. A few of my good friends have kindly bestowed upon me some fabulous awards and I dropped the bone and have yet to acknowledge them. So, without further ado…

I received this “One Lovely Blog" award from my sweet friends Raelyn and Rose at Beautifully Unique. Raelyn and her “beautifully unique” dog Rose are a pleasure to know. Their blog offers up very distinctive and honest insights and perspectives on many human and animal issues. They are both beautifully unique in my eyes and I am furry happy to know them. Thank you Raelyn and Rose! I am very humbled by this charming award.

I have also been presented with two {yes, 2!!} lovely awards from beautiful Sheba, my very smart and delightful friend from England, of the blog, Sheba’s Life Story. Sheba graciously conferred to me the “Beautiful Blogger” award and the “One Lovely Blog” award. Marvelous awards, and I certainly hope I can continue to live up to those standards. Thank you, Sheba! And you are definitely a beautiful blogger yourself!

Last, but certainly not least, my witty and fun friend Haopee of My Dogs Love Me has kindly given me three {yes, 3!!!} awards: the “Sisterhood of the World Bloggers" award, "Illuminating Bloggers" award, and "Very Inspiring Blogger” award. How pawsome is that? Thank you very much, Haopee! They are great awards and I am honored to have received them. I will continue to strive to present "illuminating" and “inspiring” blog posts. However, since I am an Alpha Male I don’t qualify as joining the “sisterhood” but my human, K, is female so I will pass that award along to her.

I am truly flattered by these very kind tributes, and feel very blessed to have such amazing, wonderful, and giving friends. Thank you all!


Francesco Botti, Abigail Bringing Gifts to David, circa possibly 1680s (Private Collection, France)

Master of the Saint Barbara Legend, Abner’s Messenger Before David (?); The Queen of Sheba Bringing Gifts to Solomon, circa 1480 (The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, New York, America)

Back to me...

Jeepers creepers! A very creepy-crawly scary time is approaching. Yes, Halloween is frighteningly close, and to help me get into the spirit of the holiday my wonderful and lovely friend at Terra De Duendes has created this perfect gift for me:

Boo! Isn't it pawsome? I really love it! And it has made me so excited for Halloween! Thank you very much Duendes! You are such a terrific friend!

For my costume this Halloween I have been considering going as a Trick-or-Treat bag. That way I could go door to door with my mouth open and the treats could be thrown right into my mouth. Am I smart or what? The quicker the food reaches my tummy the better. I'm just sayin'...