Silver's rabbit

[GraceAAA]

Its taken me just about all day to write about this day...May 30th...as Silver has kept us very busy! Today marks the two year anniversary of our beloved Silver's death. Silver was my Service Dog for over 12 years...she was one of the first Rottweilers trained as an Assistance Dog and may remain to date the only Rottweiler trained as both a Seeing-eye and physical Assistance Dog. She was incredible...'perfect' does not even begin to describe Silver...she was truly an angel living amongst us. The memories of the day she died...will remain etched in my memory forever...only 5 days after we brought home her prosthetic leg...only 5 days after she had been deemed "cancer-free". But more than the memories of how she died...are the memories of how she lived...with such amazing grace and boundless love...and self-less dedication. Her life was all about caring for others...for me...for each person she met. How fitting that today she sends us a little soul in need of care.

This morning out in our back pasture my mother spots an angelic looking creature resting in Silver's favorite spot...in the cool moist grass under the apple tree. On approach, we found this little one to be a domestic pure white rabbit...turned loose to fend for itself. To fearful to be caught, we had to leave for the day putting out a small bowl of food, carrots and water...along side an empty rabbit cage for shelter.

Upon our return, there was no white bunny to be found...Silver's favorite spot was once again empty. But as we returned from the field and turned back to the house...there s/he was resting by our barn door. With Joy's help...literally sending her one way with a go-out and down...my mother heading the other way...and I straight in for the dive...we all herded the rabbit into our barn and to safety. S/he is now resting comfortably in his/her new luxiorous rabbit mansion...munching on fresh greens and dandelions.

Silver always loved rabbits...she use to lay in one of our stalls with our since departed rabbit, Rebe...sharing a pile of hay for bedding. Rebe would curl up right under her chin...and she was use him as a pillow. I can't help but think Silver had a part in this angelic rabbit in need arriving on her very anniversary.

I have called all of our neighbors and no one is missing a rabbit...so, it seems yet another animal has been dumped at the farm. They all have safe haven here...but we are endlessly disappointed that people continue to dump their animals.

In memory of Silver...I share this piece that I wrote for her birthday (September 21st)...it speaks to Silver...and to our love...no words I have now do any better to express what we will always share...:

It was 13 years ago today that a beautiful angel was born. Upon her birth, she was not recognized for the magnificent being she was...she was beaten and chained...scarred and abused...abandoned in a shed and nearly starved. She was confiscated by servants who sought to heal her wounds but after five months and three different homes...she was deemed unadoptable and unfit for a future in service. She waited...patiently...silently...as many months past...her calling, perhaps, already determined...her mission in life yet to be revealed.

Our first meeting felt anything but divine...I didn't want her...she didn't like me. She was a "blob"...I was a kid....it just felt like some things aren't meant to be.

To many she was known only as Silver...to me she was known as end-less self-less love, as independence, as compassion, as safety, as humility, as security, as vision, as trust, as fortitude, as strength, as courage, as innocence, as purity defined. She was broken yet she was whole...she was lost yet she was found. She was my eyes, she was my arms and legs, she filled my soul and completed my spirit. She made good of the bad and great from the good. She was everything I ever needed and more than I could have ever asked for her to be.

Many of you came to meet her only in her 'golden years'....after she tore her cruciate ligament on her 11th birthday when she went bounding down a hill stepping in a huge hole on her way to go fishing. She was a fisher-gal to the utmost degree...she fished for the thrill just as she lived. In many ways, fishing was like a metaphor for her life...embodying the passion, energy, enthusiasm, commitment, drive and persistence she exuded with every inch of her being. She never gave in and never gave up...no matter how many years past without catching a fish!

Many also may think of her as an older girl whose time was simply up...after all she could not live forever. But her death will always be marked by the tragic path her Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy cruciate repair surgery led us down. While she was older she was young...she was the girl at 12.5 years old whose white hairs could be counted on one hand...as they numbered less than mine! She was the girl who celebrated her 12th birthday by a days long fly-fishing adventure...surrounded by strangers who quickly became friends at her most favorite place on earth. She was the essence of age-less spirit...so full of youth-full vigor that someone completely unaware of her increasing age asked to breed to her with their show male that was 10 years her junior!!

She was the girl who was never daunted no matter the task at hand. Her courage in the face of any adversity was an inspiration to untold numbers. She was the girl who braved two surgeries for her cruciate repair in less than one weeks time...and who still stopped limping only four weeks after the first surgery despite her bone not healing for over 5 months. She was the girl who slapped the ground and huffed a "hello" when we greeted her within 30 minutes of her amputation surgery. She was the girl who walked on that wobbly broken cancerous leg for as long as she possibly could. She was the girl who stood proud as she was fashioned to her new wheel chair and went for her first roll...headed only in one direction, of course...into the water to go fishing! She was the determined girl who trembled and shook and gritted her teeth...and stood unassisted for the first time in five months on her new prosthetic leg just four days before she died. She was the girl who climbed aboard her big green wagon with her favored pillow in tow to carry on her work as a Therapy Dog. From her throne on wheels, she continued to live...often being spotted sneaking into hospitals, taking up the entire elevator in her all-terrain wagon, as she went to visit her favorite patients. She was even gracious enough to allow patients to share a ride in her big green wagon!

We received word the other day in update about Silver's fruit trees planted in her memory in India by her veterinarian. There had been a terrible storm in the small village leaving much destruction in it's wake. Many of the new immature plantings of the season had been destroyed. Yet, tall and proud stood Silver's ten trees...unscathed by the brutal winds and fierce rains...ready to thrive in their mission to serve a village.

The 'Dear Silver' campaign was a beautiful letter writing project that the cancer ward at a local hospital had established for the children Silver visited. The letters we received throughout Silver's life were incredibly moving as were the tributes we were blessed with after her death. A particularly touching letter was written by a little boy who has since lost his battle with cancer; he thanked Silver for being with his own friend/hospital roommate as he past away. He was very sorry, though, that he knew his own death would not be graced with her presence in his hospital bed as Silver had stayed with his friend through this child's death. But he said, he knew Silver was would be with him "on the other side where all are well and love abounds" because she never left him in spirit.

We all miss her terribly. Not a day goes by that she is not spoken of with our ending love for her...I wish I could still share her with the world. People wondered out loud how we could do all that we did for Silver in her last siege and I wonder how we could have done anything but all that we did. She did everything for me...she took care of me with such amazing patience and such unconditional love. She pulled my wheelchair through the darkest of times following my brain injury and I was given the chance to pull her wagon through her darkest times...down all the same trails to all the same ponds...she brought me in my wheelchair, we brought her in her wagon. She cared for me 24 hours a day...never ever leaving my side...providing for my every need...and I was honored to do the same for her in her most time of need. Upon her death there was no 'burden' relieved...I would have taken care of her forever.

My eyes still burn, my heart still aches, my soul still bleeds...time does not erase the pain as it is what it was in the beginning...but true to the life she lived, in the end Silver gave us a final gift...through all the pain, Silver brought us Joy.

My angel on earth and in heaven...I love you more than anything in this world...forever and always.

I love you sweet Silver...please remember Silver today...as we celebrate the day an angel was born.

In Loving Memory of Silver

Service, Seizure-Alert and Seeing Eye Dog

9/21/91--5/30/04

[spoiledbabies3]

As tears roll down my face, my heart aches for the loss of Silver. Your touching tribute to Silver defines the unconditional love and loyalty you both shared. You were blessed to share each others lives. She has gone before you, but only to wait for you at the bridge.

I understand the horrific disease of cancer as I lost my girl Sasha in Feb and my boy Samson has been diagnosed. We are enjoying daily the borrowed time we share and the cherished memories we are forming.

Silver is now your rottie angel and watching over you and guiding you daily. She remembered you with the arrival of a new bunny to love. I will keep you in my daily thoughts and prayers as you endure this special memory.

Silver, you are missed greatly. Fly on your wings of gold sweet girl...you deserve them.

[Chele]

I have to admit I could not finish reading this beautiful tribute. The tears are already brimming in my eyes though from what I did manage to read. Thank you for sharing Silver's story with us. She was truly a remarkable Rottie and you were both blessed to have found one another. It does my heart good to know that they do still find a way to touch our lives even after they're gone.

[mejab]

Thank you for sharing Silver's story. Silver is still watching over you...and always will. Some pretty incredible things can happen with life and death, your new rabbit is a sure sign of that!

[Rotty4Me]

My heart is with you Andria....love never ends....

Maureen

[flyballmom]

Andria, I promised you last night I'd read this when I was able. So...here I am Congrats on the new addition...I'm sure Silver thought you could handle just one more creature to take care of!

[JuneyB]

In many ways you have been blessed.....in many, many more ways have the animals that have found their way to you been blessed.....

Keep stroking girl.....thank you for writing such a beautiful tribute....I am learning to bring my eyeliner into the office these days!!!!

[rottie girl]

Your words speak the hugest of volumes of your love for her. An amazing dog for sure, and my heart fills with happiness to read of the joy you all shared.

[Madrocs]

Originally Posted by GraceAAA

Its taken me just about all day to write about this day...May 30th...as Silver has kept us very busy! Today marks the two year anniversary of our beloved Silver's death. Silver was my Service Dog for over 12 years...she was one of the first Rottweilers trained as an Assistance Dog and may remain to date the only Rottweiler trained as both a Seeing-eye and physical Assistance Dog. She was incredible...'perfect' does not even begin to describe Silver...she was truly an angel living amongst us. The memories of the day she died...will remain etched in my memory forever...only 5 days after we brought home her prosthetic leg...only 5 days after she had been deemed "cancer-free". But more than the memories of how she died...are the memories of how she lived...with such amazing grace and boundless love...and self-less dedication. Her life was all about caring for others...for me...for each person she met. How fitting that today she sends us a little soul in need of care.

This morning out in our back pasture my mother spots an angelic looking creature resting in Silver's favorite spot...in the cool moist grass under the apple tree. On approach, we found this little one to be a domestic pure white rabbit...turned loose to fend for itself. To fearful to be caught, we had to leave for the day putting out a small bowl of food, carrots and water...along side an empty rabbit cage for shelter.

Upon our return, there was no white bunny to be found...Silver's favorite spot was once again empty. But as we returned from the field and turned back to the house...there s/he was resting by our barn door. With Joy's help...literally sending her one way with a go-out and down...my mother heading the other way...and I straight in for the dive...we all herded the rabbit into our barn and to safety. S/he is now resting comfortably in his/her new luxiorous rabbit mansion...munching on fresh greens and dandelions.

Silver always loved rabbits...she use to lay in one of our stalls with our since departed rabbit, Rebe...sharing a pile of hay for bedding. Rebe would curl up right under her chin...and she was use him as a pillow. I can't help but think Silver had a part in this angelic rabbit in need arriving on her very anniversary.

I have called all of our neighbors and no one is missing a rabbit...so, it seems yet another animal has been dumped at the farm. They all have safe haven here...but we are endlessly disappointed that people continue to dump their animals.

In memory of Silver...I share this piece that I wrote for her birthday (September 21st)...it speaks to Silver...and to our love...no words I have now do any better to express what we will always share...:

It was 13 years ago today that a beautiful angel was born. Upon her birth, she was not recognized for the magnificent being she was...she was beaten and chained...scarred and abused...abandoned in a shed and nearly starved. She was confiscated by servants who sought to heal her wounds but after five months and three different homes...she was deemed unadoptable and unfit for a future in service. She waited...patiently...silently...as many months past...her calling, perhaps, already determined...her mission in life yet to be revealed.

Our first meeting felt anything but divine...I didn't want her...she didn't like me. She was a "blob"...I was a kid....it just felt like some things aren't meant to be.

To many she was known only as Silver...to me she was known as end-less self-less love, as independence, as compassion, as safety, as humility, as security, as vision, as trust, as fortitude, as strength, as courage, as innocence, as purity defined. She was broken yet she was whole...she was lost yet she was found. She was my eyes, she was my arms and legs, she filled my soul and completed my spirit. She made good of the bad and great from the good. She was everything I ever needed and more than I could have ever asked for her to be.

Many of you came to meet her only in her 'golden years'....after she tore her cruciate ligament on her 11th birthday when she went bounding down a hill stepping in a huge hole on her way to go fishing. She was a fisher-gal to the utmost degree...she fished for the thrill just as she lived. In many ways, fishing was like a metaphor for her life...embodying the passion, energy, enthusiasm, commitment, drive and persistence she exuded with every inch of her being. She never gave in and never gave up...no matter how many years past without catching a fish!

Many also may think of her as an older girl whose time was simply up...after all she could not live forever. But her death will always be marked by the tragic path her Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy cruciate repair surgery led us down. While she was older she was young...she was the girl at 12.5 years old whose white hairs could be counted on one hand...as they numbered less than mine! She was the girl who celebrated her 12th birthday by a days long fly-fishing adventure...surrounded by strangers who quickly became friends at her most favorite place on earth. She was the essence of age-less spirit...so full of youth-full vigor that someone completely unaware of her increasing age asked to breed to her with their show male that was 10 years her junior!!

She was the girl who was never daunted no matter the task at hand. Her courage in the face of any adversity was an inspiration to untold numbers. She was the girl who braved two surgeries for her cruciate repair in less than one weeks time...and who still stopped limping only four weeks after the first surgery despite her bone not healing for over 5 months. She was the girl who slapped the ground and huffed a "hello" when we greeted her within 30 minutes of her amputation surgery. She was the girl who walked on that wobbly broken cancerous leg for as long as she possibly could. She was the girl who stood proud as she was fashioned to her new wheel chair and went for her first roll...headed only in one direction, of course...into the water to go fishing! She was the determined girl who trembled and shook and gritted her teeth...and stood unassisted for the first time in five months on her new prosthetic leg just four days before she died. She was the girl who climbed aboard her big green wagon with her favored pillow in tow to carry on her work as a Therapy Dog. From her throne on wheels, she continued to live...often being spotted sneaking into hospitals, taking up the entire elevator in her all-terrain wagon, as she went to visit her favorite patients. She was even gracious enough to allow patients to share a ride in her big green wagon!

We received word the other day in update about Silver's fruit trees planted in her memory in India by her veterinarian. There had been a terrible storm in the small village leaving much destruction in it's wake. Many of the new immature plantings of the season had been destroyed. Yet, tall and proud stood Silver's ten trees...unscathed by the brutal winds and fierce rains...ready to thrive in their mission to serve a village.

The 'Dear Silver' campaign was a beautiful letter writing project that the cancer ward at a local hospital had established for the children Silver visited. The letters we received throughout Silver's life were incredibly moving as were the tributes we were blessed with after her death. A particularly touching letter was written by a little boy who has since lost his battle with cancer; he thanked Silver for being with his own friend/hospital roommate as he past away. He was very sorry, though, that he knew his own death would not be graced with her presence in his hospital bed as Silver had stayed with his friend through this child's death. But he said, he knew Silver was would be with him "on the other side where all are well and love abounds" because she never left him in spirit.

We all miss her terribly. Not a day goes by that she is not spoken of with our ending love for her...I wish I could still share her with the world. People wondered out loud how we could do all that we did for Silver in her last siege and I wonder how we could have done anything but all that we did. She did everything for me...she took care of me with such amazing patience and such unconditional love. She pulled my wheelchair through the darkest of times following my brain injury and I was given the chance to pull her wagon through her darkest times...down all the same trails to all the same ponds...she brought me in my wheelchair, we brought her in her wagon. She cared for me 24 hours a day...never ever leaving my side...providing for my every need...and I was honored to do the same for her in her most time of need. Upon her death there was no 'burden' relieved...I would have taken care of her forever.

My eyes still burn, my heart still aches, my soul still bleeds...time does not erase the pain as it is what it was in the beginning...but true to the life she lived, in the end Silver gave us a final gift...through all the pain, Silver brought us Joy.

My angel on earth and in heaven...I love you more than anything in this world...forever and always.

I love you sweet Silver...please remember Silver today...as we celebrate the day an angel was born.

In Loving Memory of Silver

Service, Seizure-Alert and Seeing Eye Dog

9/21/91--5/30/04

I am crying to much to type, my conolences, and my heart gots out to you guys

god speed silver!

[JudyP]

A beautiful gift to her Mom from a beautiful girl...