Pitt County Pets

By Gabe's mom

November 7, 2006 10:05 AM | Link to this

When I found the body of Jem, my border collie, in the back yard last year, I didn’t know how I would get over the sudden death that robbed me of my best friend. Gabe provided the answer.

After spending most of his young life in a veterinarian’s office, Gabe needed care and training beyond anything I would’ve imagined. Lacking socialization, he was afraid of every movement, every person in the outside world.

Helping him helped me. I still miss my Jem, but Gabe helped me to see that growth takes many forms. Every day brings more strength to him and more commitment from me.

When Jem died, I couldn’t understand how (or why) I could lose a healthy, happy dog who was such a wonderful pet. Recently, I realized that Jem’s death provided a real opportunity for another great dog to find a warm, loving home.

By Cherie Speller

November 7, 2006 10:18 AM | Link to this

Prince, my childhood collie, was king of the neighborhood. He was top dog among the other dogs, commanding attention and respect wherever he roamed.

But he also was very gentle and kind to people, especially our family. He was a great playmate and protector, often walking my uncle and grandmother home a few doors down after they came for a visit.

I think about Prince often as the ultimate companion, and I’m very grateful he let us be his family.

By Ebony's mom

November 16, 2006 11:54 AM | Link to this

My Ebony needed to be bottle fed until she was old enough to eat on her own. She was a prankster and loved to hide in the shadows and jump at anyone who passed her way. Sleeping with me, under my covers, was a routine very seldom broken for her. My Ebony crossed Rainbow Bridge in January of this year. It was very unexpected as one day she was doing so good, then the next she was deathly ill. Our Vet said she passed away from diabetes and liver failure. I cried so hard when she left me. I’d had her for nearly nine years and I still cry when I think of her. Ebony’s ashes sit on a stand, along with her favorite dishes and pictures, in my livingroom. I believe Ebony left me so that Sox, an abandoned kitten at the time, could have a safe and loving home. Like Ebony, Sox had to be bottle fed and she wasn’t very healthy. We have two other cats, and it’s like Ebony stayed long enough to “train” Sox as to what to do and how to act because Sox now comes to me for some loving and she likes to lurk in the shadows to jump on her next victim. Now and then Sox will lay on the stand with Ebony and just stare at the wall and “coo”. I know my Ebony is still with me and that she is helping Sox along the way. I miss her so, but I love Sox very much too.