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In loving memory...

SEDONA, CDX, HT,CGC, TDI


Sedona


Dear, sweet Sedona,
You were just a Cattle Dog, with many of a Cattle Dog's ways. But those who knew you, understood just how really special you were to me...
You wanted so to be with me, you slept by my side of the bed. I knew you were there so I always took care not to step on you. For the past week, Kyle, had been a bit afraid, as ten year olds, can be at night. Too old to want to sleep with Mom and Dad, yet afraid to be alone. You loved me so much that you stayed and slept with him when I bid you to do so. He felt safe with you near, he loved you, you gave him confidence, you took care of him for me.
Sedona, most people only know their dogs as pets, sometimes a nuisance, sometimes a chore, a lot of the time ignored. It was never thus with you, I knew from the beginning, the day that Diann picked you out for me, because you were marked just like your father, Bucky. She picked you up and said that you were the one for me, oh God, I will owe her forever, she was so, so right.
A tiny prick eared, half masked blue baby at six weeks of age, you were always at my feet and went with me everywhere.
You were a bit of an embarrassment in puppy kindergarten, growling at every puppy that came near you, we dropped out, not a very auspicious beginning to a wonderful obedience career.
We worked together, always a team. Because of this you became my certified Service Dog. A bigger help than ten people.
I cannot say, I don't have the words, I hope you knew how very much I love you, how cherished you are...
I ache at your loss, there will never be another Blue Heeler for me, no other can ever come close, you were the dog of a lifetime...
If dogs love then you loved me well, with your whole being. I loved you, too, 'Dona dog...
In loving memory of
SEDONA, CDX, HT,CGC, TDI
April 21, 1991-February 16, 1997



What is an Obedience Title Really?

"Not just a brag, not just a stepping stone to a higher title, not just an adjunct to competitive scores, a title is a tribute to the dog that bears it, a way to honor the dog, an ultimate memorial. It will remain,
in the record and in the memory, for about as long as anything in this world can remain. Few humans will do as well or better in that regard.

And though the dog himself doesn't know or care that his achievements> have been noted, a title says many things in the world of humans, where such things count.

A title says your dog was intelligent, and adaptable, and good-natured. It says that your dog loved you enough to do the things that please you, however crazy they may have sometimes seemed.

And a title says that you loved your dog, that you loved to spend time with him because he was a good dog, and that you believed in him enough to give him yet another chance when he failed, and that, in the end, your faith was justified.

A title proves that your dog inspired you to that special relationship enjoyed by so few; that in a world of disposable creatures, this dog with a title was greatly loved, and loved greatly in return.

And when that dear short life is over, the title remains as a memorial of the finest kind, the best you can give to a deserving friend,
volumes of praise in one small set of initials after the name.

An obedience title is nothing less than the love and respect, given and received and recorded permanently."
Author Unknown

The above appeared in the Miami Valley Labrador Retriever Club newsletter, was posted to the tracking list by W. Orrin Eldred II, and is reposted here with his permission, which he said extends to other club newsletters, etc. It would be wonderful to credit the author if anyone knows who wrote this lovely piece.