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A story from Terrence Power about Longest Trip Home Just wanted to say thanks for bringing back so many memories for me.The wax on the cassocks, the smells of the church and convent, the water and sand on those warm Michigan summer days, even the visits to the shut-ins (! Your book definitely touched a part of me that has been hidden for far too long. A story from April about Marley & Me book Hi John, I just finished reading your book, Marley & Me. We have a thousand stories like the disappearing 4 inch double pointed party pick (originally in a sandwich on a tray), the coyote poop encounter, our own many taled version of sit and stay training, our own compromises for walking on a leash every morning so that neither one of us died, the lost struggle to keep her out of our bed, the satisfaction of clipping toenails with a package of hot-dogs as a reward when the groomer told us our dog would need to be sedated to trim her nails and on and on and on.....The following day I found it necessary to write a letter to friends and family which I found helped me cope with the pain.Dec.25,1994~ Echo Noelle ~Sept.23,2008To the friends of Echo: Last night at PM Echo passed on to the Rainbow Bridge.A story from Paula about I feel a part of Marley belongs to me! Grogan, I bought Marley & Me some time ago but I couldn't bear to read it because I lost my beloved Keiko - also a yellow lab in June. I cried tears of joy and sorrow & was moved beyond words.Marley encapsulates Keiko in spirit at the end of his life.We will always remember Echo’s last moments, but we will take heart in what we said to her and how we hugged and held her as she slipped away.Perhaps that's the most any of us can ask – that we’re loved during life and that there will be someone there to hold us as we die, as we did for our beloved Echo last night.
They reminded us of how loved she was all during her life.
She was a great dog even visiting nursing homes in her youth as a therapy dog.
Then the evening of September 23rd came just two days after my fifty-eighth birthday when she just was unable to stand on her back legs any longer.
She too lost control of her hind legs but struggled to stay near us despite her discomfort.
She was a great girl who didn't leave my side when I suffered through the most excruciating migraines.
She was a dog who never found a food group she didn't like, nor did she miss a meal, but when I was sick she was vigilant.