Our Thor



THOR

So Happy at Beach 
Surfer, Wise Sage, Sweetie, and The Most Handsome Rottweillor in the World












Thor Loves Loki, One Of His Sibling Cats


THOR

My "Teacup Rottweillor", was a sweetie. 
Rescued from a junkyard, literally, I and some other animal rescuers arrived to find a dreadful situation - three abandoned puppies and their parents in a locked area.
Because of his sweet spirit and his kindliness toward all God's beings, I called him my "teacup", even though he grew to huge proportions. A mix with some sort of larger breed, he had had a rough beginning.
The three pups, Thor, I would call him, giving him the benefit of a "tough" name since he was in need of overcoming his fear of thunder, naming him for the Norse God of thunder was rather silly, but I also called him "Thorable" since he was cute,  and "Thorminator", when he was naughty.
That first view of him was dismal.
He and his two sisters were on bare concrete and dirty beyond recognition almost.
The stench was palpable from far away, and they had no water, no food, and no way of getting themselves out and back to their mother and father, who were enclosed away from them.
His heroic parents sceamed at us in protection of their brood, and I promised, as did the other animal rescuers who'd come, summoned to take them to shelter by authorities, that I would take perfect care of her little boy.
Rescuers adopted each of the family members, and they were all, thankfully, given great homes.

After Having Brought Thor Home

HIs First Bath

Little Thor, who had severe need of a bath, de-fleaing, etc., was taken right home, and a warm bath was drawn for him. 

Love of Luxury

He stepped gratefully into it, and instantly relaxed into a reclining position like a bathing beauty in a TV ad, sighing. He had to be coaxed as the water cooled later into getting out!
He adored being clean, smelling good, and then...after having been dried with a fresh towel, Thor lay down on the carpet with his pretty little head resting on the towel, embracing it as a cherished treasure.
He luxuriated in his kingly surroundings, and always appreciated his home and all the benefits of civilized life he was given.


Group Wolf Howl I Began - Family Tradition Now

One evening, while watching a Nature series on wolves, I heard a beautiful group howl and decided that Sunny, who was instantly a loving brother to Thor, and Thor should understand that wolves are their ancestors!
So, I started howling along with the wolves we watched, and, after an endearingly cute and shocked look exchanged between the two dog boys, and back at me, blinking, and after a little hesitation, they both began to timidly howl along with me!
It was glorious!
Musical, and a great bonding experience.
I felt shivers down my back as we gathered close and continued to howl together.
This tradition was begun then, and with each new rescued dog, the elder ones teach this to the newer ones, and I often hear them howling together when I'm coming home.
It's great!




Widely Praised as "The Most Handsome Rottweillor in the World", (by others - including Rottie people, vets, admirers everywhere, not just by us)

JUST FEEDING LAST DISC OF PIX OF THOR INTO THE CDR DRAWER.

LAST PIX OF THOR.

THERE WON’T BE ANY MORE.


SAD.

END OF AN ERA.


IN THE BETTER WORLD - HEAVEN, WE’LL ALL BE CLOSER, SEE MORE OF EACH OTHER.

THEY’RE GETTING OLDER, AND WITH THEIR LIFE-SPANS, THEY NEED MORE FROM US. AS THEY GROW IN UNDERSTANDING, SO, TOO, WE MUST REMEMBER ALWAYS TO GIVE OUR OLDER DOGS AND CATS SPECIAL ATTENTION.



HELLO, THOR, I’LL ALWAYS SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS, AND ON REAMS OF FILM.


I LOVE YOU – WILL ADORE YOU FOREVER.



THOR AND BIRDS - 


Naturally, all beings, no matter what the specie they're a member of, have their own individual interests and hobbies.

Thor adored birds and could stare, wide-eyed, in astonished respect, at any bird on the wing, mouth open in awe.

Also, as we'd ride along on errands, Thor, who always loved all beings of whatever specie, would love to look at cows, horses, goats, and any other dogs we'd see along the way.

I'd call them all "puppies", as I would also call children, and Thor understood to look out the window whenever I'd alert him, saying, "See! Puppies!", and he'd quickly look out and enjoy seeing them and smile.



Thor, in gorgeous prime, was an official "Gentleman Dog", having just been awarded the honor he'd earned by attending a special class and evaluation.


THOR USED TO RAPUTURIZE, WATCHING THE FLIGHTS OF BIRDS AT THE BEACH, WHILE RIDING IN THE CAR, AND WHEREVER HE VIEWED THEM - STANDING IN PLACE, ON WALKS, JUST MESMERIZED WITH THE MIRACLE OF THEIR FLIGHT!


Thor with a favorite toy, wearing his famous smile


A LIFELONG HOBBY - BIRD-WATCHING - NOT AS SOME WOULD THINK OF DOGS WATCHING, BUT AS A FAN OF THE MAGICAL ABILITY OF FLIGHT, MY THOR WOULD BE SPELLBOUND, ADMIRING THEM, A SOFT SMILE ON HIS FACE, HIS LARGE, BEAUTIFUL EYES FILLED WITH WONDER.



I REM LAVISH MOONS, THE WAVES LAPING IN LIGHTED SHEETS LIKE SILVER...THOR'S BEAUTIFUL FACE, TRANSCENDANT WITH BLISS.....


Compassion for all animals is everything. We are one family.All .




Thor playing his favorite, and self-invented game - "Ball", with Cowboy, one of his sibling doggies, a rescue from Montana



At The End


When I'd First Suspected


AT NIGHT, SO OFTEN,  I, WITH THOR AND OFTEN ANOTHER DOG OR TWO, WOULD WALK THE BLOCK TO THE BEACH, CLIMB DOWN THE LONG SAND DUNE TO THE SHORE, AND WE'D WALK OR RUN FOR AN HOUR, AND ON THIS NIGHT, I'D FINALLY NOTICED THAT HIS LEG WAS NOT HEALING, OR WAS GETTING ARTHRITIC.

INSTEAD OF DOING THE SANE THING AND LETTING THOR REST, I GAVE IN TO HIS PLEA TO GO WITH US, SO HE LIMPED ALONG, AND EVEN RAN, SO GREAT WAS HIS LOVE OF BEING FREE AT THE BEACH WITH ME.


As Thor Declined


The little boy is doing well, and i'm waiting for him to get up. he sleeps late, or anytime he pleases, on our bed - we go to another whenever he takes the whole thing over.

He's the center of the universe, and he revels in it, I think, and would love to be petted and stroked non-stop.

His winsome quality - along with those long, thick black eyelashes, melt everyone - as they always have,  from the very first moment. His eyes are shining and his coat looks plush and healthy. He's pulling his own.

I keep the faith and try not to panic at every mood change or late breakfast. just holding the image of him running down the beach, or surfing, or playing soccer with us is helped by seeing his photos all over the place, grinning ecstatically in the surf or on the board, or gleefully doing the 'dig,dig,dig' game wherein he finds a big, beached log and proceeds to dig all along it, barking at it, saying,'how dare you land on my beach!', and no matter how huge the timber, Thor keeps at it until, one day, the log will dislodge and then he'll chase it into the surf and give it a resounding ,'take that!' in bark language.

They're all so unique, aren't they? 


And his steady love of birds continues, as he lays in the bushes and watches the little songbirds flit through the treetops. we call them 'fly-flys', and he's always adored them from the beginning. often he'll lie in bed next to the window and gaze as they frolic in aerial acrobaics right outside as he smiles and smiles.



Thor With Cowboy, His Protegee and Brother Rescue

AND TODAY, I MAY BURY MY THOR.

I MIGHT.

I MIGHT TODAY OR TOMORROW.

IT DEPENDS ON HIM, WHENEVER HE’S READY TO GO.

HE’LL LET ME KNOW, THE VET SAID, BY STOPPING EATING, BY NOT EVER GOING OUTSIDE AGAIN.

THEN I’LL CALL DOCTOR DEATH TO TAKE HIM OUT OF THIS LIFE ON A STREAM OF GOOD FEELINGS, LIKE A STREET JUNKIE, AND HE’LL DREAM HIMSELF AWAY.


HAVING LEARNED WITH SUNNY...



AT LEAST THOR IS GOING WITH LOVE, OUT OF A LIFE FULL OF LOVE.

AND HE HAS OTHER SPECIES IN OUR FAMILY WHO LOVE HIM.

SAD IS A DOG WHO ONLY HAS HUMANS TO RELATE TO IN LIFE, AND THOR HAS BEEN RICH WITH OTHERS OF HIS OWN SPECIES.


I JUST HOPE I CAN DO HIM JUSTICE WHEN THE MOMENT COMES, AND LET HIM SKIP OUT OF THIS BLOATED BODY WHILE I KEEP TMY SMILE HAPPENING FOR HIM.

LET HIM KNOW IT’S OK TO GO ON, AND NOT JUST HANG ONTO HIM WITH ALL MY MIGHT.

THAT WOULD BE UNFAIR.


AND THIS WEEK, I MAY BURY MY THOR.

I MIGHT.

I MIGHT TODAY OR TOMORROW.

IT DEPENDS ON HIM, WHENEVER HE’S READY TO GO.

HE’LL LET ME KNOW, THE VET SAID, BY STOPPING EATING, BY NOT EVER GOING OUTSIDE AGAIN.

THEN I’LL CALL DOCTOR DEATH TO TAKE HIM OUT OF THIS LIFE ON A STREAM OF GOOD FEELINGS, AND HE’LL DREAM HIMSELF AWAY.


I Say Good-Bye For Now


Until Heaven Reunites Us All


MY THOR 


HE WAS ALWAYS HANDSOME.

THAT WAS THE EXCLAMATION AND NAME MOST OFTEN ATTRIBTED TO HIM BY STRANGERS OR NEW PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE.

THEY COULDN’T HELP IT.

HE SIMPLY WAS, AS THE LADY – HERSELF A ROTTIE RESCUER WHO HAD FIVE OF THEM AT HOME – WHO HAD ASSISTED WHEN HE WAS OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE HIS “PROCEDURE”  TO GET NEUTERED, HAD BLURTED OUT ON SEEING HIM , “OH, THE MOST HANDSOME ROTTWEILLER IN THE WORLD!”

 HER OWN DOGS WERE NO SLOUCHES THEMSELVES IN THE LOOKS DEPARTMENT, AS I SAW IN THE PHOTO ON THE WALL

BUT HE WAS THE VERY MOST HANDSOME.

AND HE WAS HANDSOME ALL THE WAY THROUGH.

EVEN ON THE LAST VET VISIT – THE LAST ONE BEFORE HIS DEATH – THE NEW VET HAD ALSO – AS USUAL- CALLED HIM, “HANDSOME”, ON FIRST SEEING HIS PERFECT FACE AND FORM.

THE FORM NOW MARRED BY THE HUGE GROWTH ON HIS LEFT FORELEG, A FORM OF BONE CANCER CALLED CHLOROSARCOMA.

I HAVE NAMED THE VILLIAN WHICH HAS NOW TAKEN MY BABY AWAY.

NO, IT HASN’T.

GOD HAS.

HE’S SAFE NOW, WITH SUNNY, AND THEY’RE RUNNING ON THEIR OWN BEACH IN HEAVEN, WHERE HE CAN DO HIS FAVORITE BEACH ACTIVITY, “DIG,DIG,DIG”, DIGGING GIANT HOLES WHILE HIS BACK LEGS SUPPORT THE ENORMOUS SCOOPING JUMPS AS HE EXCAVATES LARGE BUCKETS-FULL OF SAND, HIS FACE ENTRANCED IN A GLEEFUL EXPRESSION, AND THEN, AFTER AWHILE, PAUSE, HIS LEGS IN THE WATER, TO WATCH HIS MORE SWIMMY BIG BRO SWIM FAR OUT INTO THE SURF TO SEE OUR VERY OWN DOLPHIN POD.


HE WAS A HERO. MAYBE NOT AN OVERT ONE, LIKE THE MORE FLAMBOYANT AND EXPRESSIVE SUNNY, BUT A BRAVE AND TOUGH ENDURING, AND A VERY KIND SOUL.

I KNOW NOW HOW MUCH HE’D ENDURED THE LAST SEVERAL DAYS, AT LEAST.

I’VE CRUMBLED UNDER THE KNOWLEDGE THAT HIS BEARING ARM, THE ONE LEFT, HAD A HUGE PRESSURE SORE, AND THAT THOSE OPERATIONS THAT ALLOW DOGS TO KEEP ONE FORELEG WOULD NOT BE AVAILABLE TO THOR WHO, WITH HIS HEAVINESS, WOULD NEED BOTH FRONT LEGS IN ORDER TO MANAGE HAPPILY.


WE WERE GOING TO HAVE TO PUT HIM DOWN.


I WAS IN DENIAL. IN SHOCK.

I KNOW I AM NOW TOO. 

MIGHT BE FOR QUITE AWHILE.

THEY PUT MY BABY DOWN TODAY.

MY PLAYMATE.

MY MAJOR CONFIDANTE.

MY SECURITY BLANKIE.

MY THOR.

MY THOR IS NO MORE.

AND YET, IS HIS SPIRIT HERE, BESIDE ME? CAN OTHERS , LIKE OUR OTHER DOGS, SENSE HIM HERE?

ARE HIS HUGE, BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT EYES STRAINING TO MAKE CONTACT NOW?

I WISH THAT I COULD STROKE HIS FUR AGAIN.

COULD GIVE HIM THE LONG MASSAGE I WAS PROMISING HIM THIS VERY MORNING.

WORKING AROUND BUSY SCHEDULES TO CREATE CUDDLE TIME WAS NOT EASY FOR ME. 

NEVER IS.


I’VE BEEN RUNNING IN FEAR AND TENDING HIM, BUYING HIM TREATS, WASHING HIS COVERS, FEEDING HIM, FUSSING OVER HIM, AND NOT REALLY SPENDING AS MUCH QUALITY TIME WITH HIM AS I WOULD HAVE LIKED.

IT’S TOO LATE NOW.



I HAVE MOVED FROM THE STANCE,’ NO, HE CAN’T DIE’, IN LIFE TO THE GRACIOUS, MORE ACCEPTING, ‘YES, HE WILL DIE, SOON, AND IT’S FINE’.

 I AM NOW A TRUE VETERAN OF THIS TERRAIN.

AND DEATH OFTEN WEARS A KINDLY FACE, AS NOW.

THOR HAS COUGHED UP BLOOD SINCE LATE LAST NIGHT.

ALL MY DELUSIONS, MY HOPES, MY DENIALS HAVE COME TO A SUDDEN HALT, AND ONLY PALLIATIVE CARE CAN BE OFFERED OR GIVEN FROM THIS, BRIEF, POINT ONWARD.

THE DAY ITSELF FEELS LIKE A ZONE BEYOND DESPAIR, WHEN ALL HANGS, HOVERS, NUMB AROUND THE VORTEX OPEN NOW INTO THE OTHER WORLD.


A trip, a last trip, a last phone call from the vet's to his closest human friend, and then...the kind route out of this world for Thor. A blessing that I wish all beings could depend upon, at the right time..


 His wound was too large and his illness had taken his strength. It would have been cruel and they’d said his wound could not be fixed. It was on his only good forelimb.


A friend. A fellow rescuer explained that all too often large breeds get this ailment at the top of a foreleg. A genetic timebomb.

Those breeders. Help us stop all breeders! Visit:




Thor is no more.


Think of our boy at his best.

He was, by far, the raddest athlete of a dog i've ever seen- even on TV.

Accomplished surfer, all-round player of balls - could jump and catch a volleyball in his two arms, then heave it in any accurate direction he chose. he could play our own game where we'd stand ten feet apart, and I'd kick the ball to him and he'd - accurately as always - kick it right back with his foot, or bat it to me with his sweet round 'chrome dome', as I called it ,of a head, then grin his joyous and handsomest Rottweiller in the world grin.

HowI wonder how to make it through this loss...

Those games are only a fraction of his accomplishments.

One of Thor's fans was reminding me how she was continually amazed that he so well understood absolutely everything Id say, and very intelligently and politely either nod, raise his eyebrows, turn his head cockily, or grin in approval, depending upon what his reaction would be.

He was, always, right on with his responses, proving to onlookers what i'd always known, since I' d spent every outing, every hour, talking to him, sharing sights with him, whatever.. i'd always known he had an uncommon gift of intelligence and communication skills.

He was the best company of all, and I'm so stunned right now.

We're both wondering how to continue and not go out of our minds.

Anyway, thanks for caring.

.

It means a lot to know you love your doggies as much too.




Seasoned surfer boy, Thor, watches newby, newly-rescued Brother, Peep, learning to surf with great concern


Surfer Boy Brothers, Thor and peep, Smiling at the End of another Perfect Day

i have essiac tea now and many other supplements - he's doing great on Dr. Pitcairn's 1 g of vite c for every 15 lbs. of weight 2x daily, plus other things. i found another pharmacist/herbalist who also suggested lots of bone-building minerals,like calcium.

his appetitie is fine, he sleeps well without meds. he's entirely on vites, nutrietns, and herbs. he fels great, is going outside ,eating lots, including eggs (his fave), and now happy i'm so stoked!

i ordered herbal cures from australia and they came today, so trying them too, and of course,making absolutely sure he feels no pain - he woulnd't let anyone near his leg when he did, and now he mingles with the doggies, lets me move around on the bed, etc without wincing, reclines on various positions,etc.

we're really hopeful for him.

i researched tramadol online and found that nausea is a standard reaction for dogs, and decided to drop all meds in favor of natural things. for two days he's been happier, healthier, eating tons, playing, and sleeping well, so i know i will continue on these natural cures.

of course, any mobile vet will be called if his swelling recurs, any sign of pain or extreme fatigue or panting,etc. returns.

i've consulted several herbalists, vets, pharmacists, and everyhone else, including dog nutritionists! 

i'm sure i'm on the right track for now, and hopefully forever with him!

i'm so happy about his recovery and believe it can happen now!

he jets upstairs to sleep in his hallowed position next to me, he jets downstaris to be the first outside in the morning, stands and looks at his bowl when hungry, etc., and is bossman agaiin. 

that essiac tea is wonderful! i think it did better ,it and the vite c in mega doses, than anything else.

plus milk thistle for his liver and dandelion, along with greens, great veggies, organic and great foods in general. i won't do raw meats, etc as many suggest cuz i read about how liver flukes are rampant in raw meats and that undermines whatever they'retrying to doto save pets, of course, and is deadlier than the little c.

that's my info so far, and we're so happy to report this!

he'lll be surfing again in  no time !

love,



UPDATE:

Once again, even after all we knew about Sunny and the treatments that had killed him, and why - for profit by the unscrupulous vets - we allowed ourselves to be manipulated by panic.

When Thor was limping, we were out of town, and went to two vets, and one was so convincing about a procedure - 'only slightly invasive', wherein he'd stick a long needle into Thor's chest above the leg and draw out substance to see if it was a malignancy.

Well, naturally, it turned out to be a horribly invasive and painful thing for precious, innocent Thor, and the news, naturally, was that he'd need a series of ultra-expensive treatments, chemo and raidiation.

At that point, we hesitated, wanting our Boy's wound at least to heal, and we never even contemplated putting our Darling through nauseating and misery-making radiation and chemo treatments. Instead, we'd put him out of his misery if he'd only get worse.

Then, two vets later, one of whom said to put him down that moment, we still could not get evidence of his pain, which now we know probably was a torn muscle.

One had suggested amputation, but since Thor was a heavy-chested, wide-angled breed mix, Rottie, the front legs are more crucial, so, again, we were bewildered and terrified about losing him.

Then, he began to cough, which now we think was due to the infection that was from a torn muscle in the first place and then that invasive stick into his body brought internal infection, or made it much worse.

Then, we knew it had spread, whether bacterial infection or viral or fungal - which is what cancer is - and after an X-Ray with spots on it convinced us, and other research, plus seeing his quality of life was nil, we decided to let Thor go, peacefully, in our arms.

He was ready to be with his Brother, Sunny, in Our Family Pack's Sweet Heaven.


Thor is very, very missed. His sweetness was so endearing, and his intelligence and sensitivity made him the best company to have around, the softest heart to lean on in times of trouble, and the msot fun to take on outings.

His adopted Sister, a Katrina Rescued Rottie, misses him SOOO much.

She sits, now, alone, whereas she used to lean into him. They were like a little couple.

She's crippled and probably escaped from a breeding farm.

Thor, rescued from a junk yard, and she, from breeders, so very lucky to have had each other - and all of us in Sunny's Pack.



THOR IS COUGHING A BIT.

THE MOBILE VET WILL BE ROLLING IN THIS AFTERNOON.

I SEE HIM SMILING, AND KNOW THAT ENDORPHINS FOLLOW THE LOWLY SMILE, SO I ALWAYS ENCOURAGE IT, AS MY FATHER HAD, GRINNING HIS SAME GRIN AND BEING ANSWERED IN KIND BY THOR, THOR HAD ALWAYS HAD HIS OWN GRIN IN REFLECION, AND WE BEAM IT TO EACH OTHER, ONE OR THE OTHER INSTIGATING THIS SUNNY REPARTEE THROUGHOUT HIS SCANT SIX YEARS.

SIX YEARS AND FOUR MONTHS.

I AM GOING TO GIVE HIM HIS BOILED EGGS AND HEAVY WHIPPING CREAM MEAL NOW. THIS IS ALL HE’S WANTED TO EAT FOR WEEKS.



I STAND IN NOW FOR THOR’S MOM, SO FIERCE, SO MAGNIFICENT, SO PROTECTIVE OF HIM THAT MY HEART BROKE AS I CARRIED HIM AWAY AND SHE STRAINED WITH ALL HER MIGHT TO BREAK THE CHAINLINK FENCE WHICH CONTAINED HER. 

ALSO, THOR’S SISTER, THE ONLY ONE THEN LEFT, WHIMPERING AND WHINING TO KEEP HER BROTHER. HOW I FELT FOR HER!

I’VE SO OFTEN WISHED WED BEEN THE ONES TO RESCUE HER TOO, THE SISTER, BUT ANOTHER RESCUER HAD ALREADY STEPPED FORWARD FOR HER.

THE ANIMAL RESCUERS HAD FOUND DEPLORABLE CONDITIONS ON A CONCRETE ABANDONED LOT, WITH THE MOTHER AND FATHER GUARD DOGS, THEN FRENZIED WITH WANTING TO BE NEAR THEIR PUPPIES, BUT SOMEONE HAD SHUT THEM AWAY.

THE PUPPIES, AND PROBABLY THEIR PARENTS,  NEVER KNOWN THE SOFTNESS OF GRASS OR THE COOLNESS OF SHADE.

I STAND IN FOR HER NOW, WITH THAT MOTHER TIGRESS LOVE FOR SWEET, LITTLE (ONLY I COULD SEE HIM AS THAT), THOR.

I CONSOLE MYSELF KNOWING THAT HIS LOT COULD HAVE FARED MUCH WORSE, AND THAT THIS LUXURY-LOVING SOUL HAS TASTED SUCH REFINEMENTS, SUCH ENTERTAINMENTS, EXTREME SPORTS, AND SUCH UTTER ADORATION THAT I KNOW WE HAVE GIVEN HIM A GOOD LIFE.



I KEEP MOVING TO STAY AHEAD OF DEATH, AND SOMEHOW...



I think of our boy at his best.

He was, by far, the raddest athlete of a dog i've ever seen- even on TV.

Accomplished surfer, all-round player of balls - could jump and catch a volleyball in his two arms, then heave it in any accurate direction he chose. he could play our own game where we'd stand ten feet apart, and i'd kick the ball to him and he'd - accurately as always - kick it right back with his foot, or bat it to me with his sweet round 'chrome dome', as i called it ,of a head, then grin his joyous and handsomest Rottweiller in the world grin.

How I wonder how to make it through this loss...

Those games are only a fraction of his accomplishments.

One sister was reminding me how she was continually amazed that he so well understood absolutely everything I'd say, and very intelligently and politely either nod, raise his eyebrows, turn his head cockily, or grin in approval, depending upon what his reaction would be.

He was, always, right on with his responses, proving to onlookers what i'd always known, since I'd spent every outing, every hour, talking to him, sharing sights with him, whatever.. i'd always known he had an uncommon gift of intelligence and communication skills.

He was the best company of all, and I'm so stunned right now.

We're both wondering how to continue and not go out of our minds.




When Sunny Died


Thor was beyond consolation - almost beyond reach.

I can never forget his face when, against my pleading, their Daddy insisted upon taking Thor to see his Brother, Sunny, in the pet hospital. Immediately traumatized, seeing that he, Sunny, was immobilized, tubes running all around, his mouth having a tube in it, and he, faintly trying to look with his sad eyes and to wag his tail for his little Bro, Thor, Thor's look was stricken - he turned his whole body toward me desperately, seeking in my face WHY I had allowed people to DO this to his Sunny! I had known it would be so horrible for Thor, and yet, their Daddy was determined that Sunny would have one more visit with Thor.

Thor was never the same. And, had Sunny merely never come home, and had I, as I do now, kept promising that yes, Sunny will come home "soon", in "just a minute", then Thor would have been peaceful about his absence, or much more so, the way these Babies are about his, Peep's and the Cats who are in Heaven's absence.


Immedaitely adopting the two other dogs was the saving grace for Thor.

I do not think he could have gotten through losing Sunny otherwise - so sensitive - so disconsolate was he.

They were the vital link, and helped our Thor get through losing his Sunny.


AT LEAST THOR IS GOING WITH LOVE, OUT OF A LIFE FULL OF LOVE.

HE’S BEEN MY SOURCE OF LOVE.

ANIMALS ALWAYS HAVE. OTHER ANIMALS.

OTHER THAN PEOPLE.

I JUST HOPE I CAN DO HIM JUSTICE WHEN THE MOMENT COMES, AND LET HIM SKIP OUT OF THIS BLOATED BODY WHILE I KEEP TMY SMILE HAPPENING FOR HIM.

LET HIM KNOW IT’S OK TO GO ON, AND NOT JUST HANG ONTO HIM WITH ALL MY MIGHT


    ON THOR - YEARS LATER


I'm looking at your photos, Darling.

It's been seven years I guess, or almost, since THor went to Heaven.

He's buried up there at the animal cemetary with Baby THing and the little tiny Babies, Rini, Aziza, Pandora and Sunshine.


The first time I'd seen you, Baby, someone had told us we could rescue a Rottie Pup, and we went to a real junkyard in Venice, CA, and there you and your three sisters were, your magnificent parents contained,


You were let out of the tiny walkway where you four were huddled on a dirty sheet against concrete, the whole complex a nightmare of concrete and coldness.

You ran around merrily, free for once, maybe the only time, and not near us. We two, my Soulmate  and I, sat down and were talking, and i was leaning on my arms, behind me, palms down on the concrete, legs out, and I felt a little moisture and a warmth, and turned to see that you were there, pushing your little nose under my hand, seeking petting from me.

It was so precious!

You ignored my significant other and catered solely to me in your subtle, sweet way.

I held you on my lap on the way home, and you reeked, little Darling, since you'd never had any other recourse, and had been in that hideous place on concrete your whole little, short life.

Immediatey on going home, we drew a warm bath and you sighed and were so blissful it was so endearing! You sat back and almost floated!

Then, after having a clean, soft toweling, you had another towel to lie on, and your little Baby Face lay against it, your little arms holding it in such a beautiful, peacful look on your face let us know how grateful you were.

Would that we'd always made sure you had only the best!

You had the best of it to date, Darling.

I miss you so!

My Handsome Prince Charming DogBoy.



Lil Bro, Ra accompanies Thor with toy



Thor Loving Couple with IshIsh


THE BUTTERFLY WE BROUGHT HOME, THE MIRACLE THAT DAWN WHEN A SOULMATE FOR HIM SHOWED UP, PERFECT, RIGHT AT OUR HOME THAT MOMENT!


GOING HOME WITHOUT THOR….

ADD TO THOR - THOR'S BOY

ADD US JUMPING AROUND THE ROCKS AND THE WILD SURF


Thor in the car and seeing "Puppies"!



I look at this beautiful photo of Beautiful Thor, and I recall the phrase from the great episode of "Little House", when the great film star, Patricia Neal, guest-starred, and her character said "Remember me with smiles, or don't remember me at all."


Thor and I Romp and Play

I so often used to run on beaches at night, accompanied by Thor and by my Giant Boy, Ulli, who has just joined Thor in Heaven. The silvery waves reflecting white moons on white beaches, with waters so translucent that they were see-through even at midnight. Thor was a mild soul, a kind spirit, helpful, cheerful, smilng always, and was such a vital part of us, that now, years later, it still feels as if he should be with us.

My faith knows that he is, and always will be.




In All Dogs' and Cats' Honor, Here is a helpful link to learn more about breeders and what they cause in innocent lives:



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