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Showing posts with label memorials. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memorials. Show all posts

Thursday, February 4, 2021

In Memoriam: Andy 2011-2021

Our sweet, soft, pretty Andy passed away today, Feb 4, 2021, of heart failure. He was about 11-12 years old. It was not entirely unexpected; a December vet visit revealed he had a mass in his chest and fluid around his heart, which was drained off. We were blessed to let him be "Andy" these last two months.

In May 2011, Andy came to his forever home.
He was a bit dubious about his new family.

He had to learn his manners, potty training, and a new name.  It was a lot to take in.


His "brother" Ben showed him where all the squirrels and chipmunks lived.


He learned, that with some effort, he could escape from his outside kennel. Remarkably, both times he escaped he stayed in the yard, patroling his paths. Yes, you are cute, you little escapee.



It was sad when Ben passed. But after a few months he got a new "brother", Kepler.
Kepler has a lot more energy than Ben did.



Andy was such a sweetheart. I'm going to miss you so much!





Tuesday, January 17, 2017

In Memoriam: Ben 2002-2017

2006
Our neurotic but happy-go-lucky little English Setter Ben passed on Friday, Jan 13 at age 14 1/2.  A series of seizures on early evening left him unresponsive, ending a slow health decline that began back in September of 2016 when he got Vestibular Disease (senior dog vertigo).



sleepy pookie ~2006
Ben came to us in Sept of 2002, a wee little sprite of a thing, all floppy ears, uncoordinated paws and long of tail.  His "sister" Kia took an immediate dislike to him - we found out later she had an under active thyroid and wasn't feeling well so that explained a lot.  Sibling relations slowly improved and we soon had the dynamic duo making us laugh, groan, and occasionally gnash our teeth. 

 
Ben and Kia ~2008


While the Husband had hopes to train Ben as a bird dog, we soon found out he was gun shy - which included fireworks,  thunderstorms, and the vacuum cleaner.  While guns, thunderstorms and fireworks were his bane until his passing, in his senior years, he decided the vacuum wasn't all that bad.
              Cody       Kia       Ben  ~2009


Ben and Andy  ~2012
Ben's absolute favorite was car rides.  He was happiest in the back of a car - it didn't matter if the car was parked in the yard, a parking lot, at the Folks house, he wanted to be in the car.  A bit problematic sometimes when the weather drops below 0*.

His second favorite was his pool.  Ben loved the water.  When he was a puppy, we took him down to Lake Superior to introduce him to the water while we threw sticks for Kia.  When we next looked, this 9 month old puppy was heading for Wisconsin!  There was a bit of angst about getting him to turn back around.  All was well. 

swimmy poo!  2008


Ben's favorite place to sleep was under the bed or couch.  Amazing really, to watch a 50lb dog crawl under the bed, but it was his safe spot until his hips wouldn't let him do that any more. 

Hard day of digging


Ben-pup will be with us a long time, even though he has physically gone:  his fine English Setter hair is in everything.   Years ago my folks sold a suburban with a black, carpeted interior  - we joke to this day that Ben's fur is probably still embedded in that carpeting.  I'm sure I will be finding "Ben" for years to come in nooks and crannies around the house.



So we wish Ben a fond farewell. 

 
May you find many mice to hunt. 
 



Friday, May 11, 2012

In Memorium: Maggie 2003-2012

Maggie was the bro and SIL's Great Dane.  A beautiful fawn colored dog with a black face, and in her later years, a beautiful white face.  I really don't think you could have found a sweeter dog.  Weighing in between 140 and 150, she let you know she wanted some loving by coming up and leaaannnning against you.  She stood tall enough that my Ben could easily run right under her legs.  

Sept 2005


As a puppy S would take her to work (she did before and after school programs for kiddies) and they would shove the desks aside and play tag.   Now that's a dream job for any puppy!

Over the last year or so, Maggie was "adopted" by a family down the street from K3 after they lost their dog.  Such loving Maggie got there!  Baths, attention, walks, it was a good situation for everyone.  Bro and SIL didn't have to kennel Maggie and Maggie got baths...

I was reflecting this past week as I was watching the morning sun stream in, that I still had Maggie-snot on my window.  Yes, a window that is easily 4' off the ground has her nose prints on it. 

You'll be missed puppy-kins. 



Tuesday, July 5, 2011

In Memoriam: Cody 1996-2011

 

Cody was my friends golden retriever. I met her – and him – when I first started working in my current job. She was so sweet, good natured, and a fun pup to be around. Cody was my first close-up exposure to a dog and dog training and my friend had to endure all sorts of dog training and etiquette questions.



Mostly what I learned was that we, as dog owners, can talk the talk and walk the walk, but when it comes to our four legged furry friends, they really train us.


 
Over the years Cody enjoyed pheasant hunting in South Dakota, camping on Kabetogema, boating, swimming, hiking on the Superior Hiking Trail, chasing balls and sticks, traveling, the two E2's company, greeting her extended pack (also known as the nutjobs Ben and Kia) and endured many comments about how “she was not Rose”.  No Cody, you were never Rose, but a wonderful sweet soul unto yourself!

Kia and Cody


May your rebirth be fortunate.  Heck, you had to put up with T;  your rebirth can only be fortunate!


Saturday, May 7, 2011

In Memoriam: Kia 1999-2011


Kia-pup came into our lives in November, 1999, a month after we were married.  She was from an accidental litter of 13 puppies (yikes!) and one of 5 females.  The Husband picked her because she just curled into his arms and chest like she was meant to be there.  And so she came home with us.

Kia was my first dog.  It was a learning experience for both of us!  I didn't do obedience school, but read and read and read and then attempted to execute.  My training wasn't perfect, but we came to a good understanding about who was Alpha in the house and what was expected. 


Hiking on the Superior Hiking Trail
 When she was three, we introduced her to her "brother" Ben.  After a rough month, we found out Kia had no thyroid function and was generally not feeling very well.  That certainly explained A LOT!  Three months later, while not the bestest of friends, she became more amiable to our fourth pack member. 

She was always a sweet, sweet pup; full of vim and vigor, loved her tennis ball (any ball really, but tennis balls were her favorite), hiking, walks...umm, walkies were probably somewhat reluctant because she didn't like her head harness.  She loved chasing thrown rocks on the shores of Lake Superior.  Kia didn't like to get her paws wet or dirty, loved to terrorize chipmunks and squirrels, pick raspberries and peas in the garden, and visit with my Mom and Dad - her 'extended pack'. 


I spy with my little eye something I would really like
 



Kia Boating
She was a small lab, chocolate and brown coat with blond highlights behind her ears.  She had little white patches between the pads of her feet that flashed when she walked.  Kia's ears and neck were the softest bits - just like an Angora bunny soft.   Her eyes a beautiful brown and so expressive!  Her tail should have been classified as a deadly weapon. 
Cody, Kia and Ben out for a snowshoe on Split Rock River
Frequent tummy rubs were the order of the day, and hip massages a close second.  She was my morning alarm clock, making sure I was up! up! up! and moving about. 

She loved her 'treats': bananas, carrots, strawberries, celery, green beans, brussel sprout stalks, peas, bacon grease dribbled on the kibble, cottage cheese, yogurt, and velveeta cheese.  Well, what can I say, she was a lab, she loved everything, but those were were favorites.

Kia's passing was sudden and unexpected - metastasized cancer in the abdomen and treatment options were limited to making her comfortable.  This was complicated by a partially collapsed lung and fluid in her lung and abdominal cavity.

Hiking in Grand Marais with the Parents



I hope the bright soul known as Kia has a fortuitous rebirth.  She was such a bright and happy pookie.  She will be sadly missed.


Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Ivy, 1907-2009

We received word on Friday that the Husband's Grandmother passed way, so Tuesday and Wednesday were spent on a trip to Fergus Falls for the funeral. This was by no means a tragic event - she was 101 years and 4 months old. For the last several years she resided in the Battle Lake Nursing Home. She was formerly of Underwood, MN and Amor, MN. All small rural farming communities around the Fergus Falls area.

Ivy was the last surviving sibling of 7 children: Maurice, Murray, Charles, Frone, Flora and Ann. She was born on Oct 31, 1907 in Maine Township of Otter Tail County, MN, to James and Hattie (York) Burns. Her family owned and operated Burn's store, and old time general store where Ivy was employed as a clerk. She enjoyed going to local barn dances and swimming in the area's numerous lakes.



On Dec 31, 1927 she married Leonard F. They continued to reside in the Maine Twp until 1941 when they moved to Amor Twp and took over the ownership and operation of the Amor Store. Ivy was not only in charge of the store when Leonard was working but also proceeded to raise their 12 children.



Ivy was a hard worker who enjoyed her family and friends. Her hobbies included gardening, crocheting afghans and playing cards and scrabble. She is also remembered as the Amor school cook by many of the local "kids". I found it poignant that one of the funeral home directors remembered her for her special cheese bread - a combination of bread, cheese and spices that only Ivy knew how to make.

She left behind 9 children, 30 grand children, 35 great grand children and 7 great-great grandchildren.

It is unfortunate that three sons preceded her in death: Bob, 1995; Jim, 2007; and Ronnie (Vietnam). Also preceding her were her parents and her 6 siblings.



I feel honored that I was able to meet this remarkable woman and I am even more amazed at all the historic events she lived through.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Zane 2003-2008





Zane was my brothers Great Dane. He was a sweetie of a dog who struggled from a inablitly to digest protien and arthritis in his hips and hind legs. He weighed only 90lbs - waaayyy under weight for a fellow who should have been 200lb. He was black with a white patch on his chest and toes, and had small brown eyes. I know, one is supposed to say "big brown eyes", but Zanes eyes weren't big.

For being such a big gangly fellow, he had an impressive knack for "rotent elimination". Squirrels, rabbits, mice and voles were not safe from his keen eye and quick paw. On the other hand, my brother didn't have to worry about the exploding rabbit population decimating his yard plants.

Zane had a plesant temperment and liked to receive a little lovin', but he wasn't an "attention hound" - that is his "sister" Maggie's place. He was curious, smart, and well-mannered. Unfortunately, Zane left us this week due to growing complications with his arthritis. He will be sadly missed.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Arthur C. Clarke, 1917-2008

Arthur C. Clarke, Premier Science Fiction Writer, Dies at 90


By GERALD JONAS
Published: March 19, 2008

Arthur C. Clarke, a writer whose seamless blend of scientific expertise and poetic imagination helped usher in the space age, died early Wednesday in Colombo, Sri Lanka, where he had lived since 1956. He was 90.

Rohan de Silva, an aide, confirmed the death and said Mr. Clarke had been experiencing breathing problems, The Associated Press reported. He had suffered from post-polio syndrome for the last two decades.

The author of almost 100 books, Mr. Clarke was an ardent promoter of the idea that humanity’s destiny lay beyond the confines of Earth. It was a vision served most vividly by “2001: A Space Odyssey,” the classic 1968 science-fiction film he created with the director Stanley Kubrick and the novel of the same title that he wrote as part of the project.

His work was also prophetic: his detailed forecast of telecommunications satellites in 1945 came more than a decade before the first orbital rocket flight.

Other early advocates of a space program argued that it would pay for itself by jump-starting new technology. Mr. Clarke set his sights higher. Borrowing a phrase from William James, he suggested that exploring the solar system could serve as the “moral equivalent of war,” giving an outlet to energies that might otherwise lead to nuclear holocaust.

Mr. Clarke’s influence on public attitudes toward space was acknowledged by American astronauts and Russian cosmonauts, by scientists like the astronomer Carl Sagan and by movie and television producers. Gene Roddenberry credited Mr. Clarke’s writings with giving him courage to pursue his “Star Trek” project in the face of indifference, even ridicule, from television executives.

In his later years, after settling in Ceylon (now Sri Lanka), Mr. Clarke continued to bask in worldwide acclaim as both a scientific sage and the pre-eminent science fiction writer of the 20th century. In 1998, he was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II.

Mr. Clarke played down his success in foretelling a globe-spanning network of communications satellites. “No one can predict the future,” he always maintained. But as a science fiction writer he couldn’t resist drawing up timelines for what he called “possible futures.” Far from displaying uncanny prescience, these conjectures mainly demonstrated his lifelong, and often disappointed, optimism about the peaceful uses of technology — from his calculation in 1945 that atomic-fueled rockets could be no more than 20 years away to his conviction in 1999 that “clean, safe power” from “cold fusion” would be commercially available in the first years of the new millennium.

Popularizer of Science
Mr. Clarke was well aware of the importance of his role as science spokesman to the general population: “Most technological achievements were preceded by people writing and imagining them,” he noted. “I’m sure we would not have had men on the Moon,” he added, if it had not been for H. G. Wells and Jules Verne. “I’m rather proud of the fact that I know several astronauts who became astronauts through reading my books.”

Arthur Charles Clarke was born on Dec. 16, 1917, in the seaside town of Minehead, Somerset, England. His father was a farmer; his mother a post office telegrapher. The eldest of four children, he was educated as a scholarship student at a secondary school in the nearby town of Taunton. He remembered a number of incidents in early childhood that awakened his scientific imagination: exploratory rambles along the Somerset shoreline, with its “wonderland of rock pools”; a card from a pack of cigarettes that his father showed him, with a picture of a dinosaur; the gift of a Meccano set, a British construction toy similar to American Erector Sets.

He also spent time, he said, “mapping the moon” through a telescope he constructed himself out of “a cardboard tube and a couple of lenses.” But the formative event of his childhood was his discovery, at age 13 — the year his father died — of a copy of Astounding Stories of Super-Science, then the leading American science fiction magazine. He found its mix of boyish adventure and far-out (sometimes bogus) science intoxicating.

While still in school, he joined the newly formed British Interplanetary Society, a small band of sci-fi enthusiasts who held the controversial view that space travel was not only possible but could be achieved in the not-so-distant future. In 1937, a year after he moved to London to take a civil service job, he began writing his first science fiction novel, a story of the far, far future that was later published as “Against the Fall of Night” (1953).

Mr. Clarke spent World War II as an officer in the Royal Air Force. In 1943 he was assigned to work with a team of American scientist-engineers who had developed the first radar-controlled system for landing airplanes in bad weather. That experience led to Mr. Clarke’s only non-science fiction novel, “Glide Path” (1963). More important, it led in 1945 to a technical paper, published in the British journal Wireless World, establishing the feasibility of artificial satellites as relay stations for Earth-based communications.

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