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Emily’s Garden Arch

We are preparing “Emily’s Garden” Fragrances, Potpourris, Oils, and more Bath and Beauty items. They will be on my website and online store this year. The label looks like this:

The label has Emily walking in her cart and under the Rose arch.

The label has Emily walking in her cart and under the Rose arch.

Emily loved the gardens here and we think of her while walking and working out there. Glenn loved walking her in her cart around the rose and vegetable gardens each day. He took especially good care of her. Even in the snow, he would shovel all the pathways so she could still walk around. It was cute.

I have videos and still pictures of them. One of the photos was taken on Easter in 2014 and under the arch. Glenn loved that one so I have it enlarged and on a canvas photo with 3 others of Emily. I cropped the photo to make the label for Emily’s Garden products. The labels are oil and water resistant and came out well.

Glenn and Emily on Easter in 2014. She loved her walks.

Glenn and Emily on Easter in 2014. She loved her walks.

ALAS! AS Mom would have said, “Nothing lasts forever.” The western cedar arch was recently seen moving in the wind. A check on it showed that it is worse than a year ago.  Glenn took in down the other day. Now Emily’s arch is gone…

Glenn wants it back and misses it after it has been there 18 years. I agree and couldn’t plant the climbing rose bush I got last spring on it. I’ve just ordered an exact copy of the western cedar arch. Some things have to be replaced and others we can leave out when removed. Now, it is even more meaningful to have the rose arch back in.

It will come in about 10 days and will be in Memory of Emily. The rose that I got is in Memory of Mom so that will look good. We have Mom’s clematis from behind her home that she had growing in the climbing rose there. The rose didn’t survive so that was why I got a new one. Now they’ll be growing together again.

There are other memories that we have of Emily in our gardens here. She loved smelling the flowers as I showed her how to do that without tasting them. He favorite places were where she could watch over ‘her kingdom’ and all the other fur kids and keep them in line with a ‘bark, bark’ if needed.

Emily would be right there by Dad at his favorite place under a large, red maple in the back. Sadly, we had to remove that tree due to dangerous large branches. There, too, we had to have a replacement tree so “Dad’s Tree” is now a Japanese red maple. Under that I planted the oriental lilies that he liked.

Emily’s Arch will be put up before her birthday in May. We hope to have that garden fixed up for a photo then. We dearly miss them all. These areas are next to the Memory Garden where Mom’s bench is. Memories give us a smile and sometimes a tear but we are fortunate that we have them.  There’s nothing like a garden to sit in and reflect on the love that we shared.

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Emily is in Heaven Four Months Now

It is now easy some days. I think of her sometimes and cry. But the spans between those times are now greater. For Glenn also there are tears at times. We have many photos to see of Emily and that’s good. Many days that we look at them we can smile.
We’ve young Velvet to make us laugh and keep us company with Ginny and Corky. It’s very peaceful here. Thankfulness fills our hearts for these things. They are all happy and fairly healthy, with the older 2 having their arthritis.
Like with humans, the holidays bring back many memories of loved ones. This Christmas was nice but I had a sadness under it all with Emily gone. That also led to me thinking of my late parents… Times are different now.
So it is, that we move on in life. We can help others with our experiences but they alone have to make the choice at the end of their dog’s life. It’s a very personal decision and only they can do that. For us, we’ve made the right choice by letting God take back the life he gave Emily to Himself. But every person has their own beliefs.
As much as I want to comfort the other corgi owners who have lost theirs or are in the midst of making a choice, I can’t do very much now. I can provide a link to this blog but I cannot post to theirs or get into a big conversation about this yet. It is just too heart-wrenching still.
Glenn and I can talk about it to each other but not too much with other people. The hurt is still too raw and we don’t want to detail the end of her life. Still, it’s a new year and we are going on and will be able to discuss it perhaps later.
We will never forget Emily who latched onto our hearts for so many years.

"Where's Daddy?" Emily waited for Daddy to walk her in the cart. She loved it.

“Where’s Daddy?”
Emily waited for Daddy to walk her in the cart. She loved it.

It’s Been Two Months…

Emily was either at Mt. Vernon or Williamsburg, VA here. I had this hat on at both places and she was a real photo op for people. It was a fun day.

Emily was either at Mt. Vernon or Williamsburg, VA here. I had this hat on at both places and she was a real photo op for people. It was a fun day.

On Oct. 27th two months already passed since Emily went to Heaven. We still miss her immensely and there are times of tears that come. Our hearts, though, have been warmed by good thoughts of fun times.
I also had 2 fun pictures made into canvas prints for our living room. One is the Nat’l. Seashore picture with Emily having a t-shirt on in the sand and the other is Emily at either Mt.Vernon or Williamsburg with a Colonial hat on. They were fun times.

I still long to hold her, as does Glenn, and miss her fur by me. I would be out of it by now if it were not for God giving us Velvet. Velvet is warm and loving and has eased the grief a little more each day. She is my Best Friend now.

I haven’t trained her daily recently as we have been busy with other activities, fall house cleaning, etc. but I hope to do it more often after the Holidays. I am just taking my time with her mostly.
Many of the things Emily did, Velvet does, too, and it’s nice to have that same corgi-comfort.

We think of Emily daily as we do things that we did with her here. Knowing that she is safely in the arms of our Savior in Heaven, warms our hearts.

Emily, a Memorial at the Creek…

I took this picture the last time we were at this launch on July 7, 2014. It was a hot day and the sun was shining along the route. When we returned, Glenn carried her to the shade and loosened her life jacket but she wanted to nap.

Emily napping after our canoe trip July7, 2014

Emily napping after our canoe trip July7, 2014

Today, Oct. 7, 2014, we returned with Velvet, our new Hearing Ear girl, for her first canoe trip. We put the dried rose petals on that spot where Emily was. Just 3 months ago we had Emily there. It doesn’t seem possible.

Today is Oct. 7, 2014. We spread dried rose petals where Emily rested when we were there July 7, 2014

Today is Oct. 7, 2014. We spread dried rose petals where Emily rested when we were there July 7, 2014


I’ll always remember Emily there…

Daddy and I miss you so much, Emily!

Sweet Memories

Sweet Memories of Emily

Sweet Memories of Emily

Like myself, Glenn as profound grief, too. He carried and lifted her constantly. Now, his memories are in the gardens. Glenn said that he sees her everywhere as he walks around. Sweet memories will sustain us, Glenn…

Like other Service Dogs, Emily concentrated on me even when she wasn’t ‘officially’ working. I depended my life on her and she loved that. We had all these ‘conversations’ that would make Glenn laugh. Of course, Emily went right along with it all.

“What do you think, Emily, about this flower bed?”
“Get busy, Mom” , she’d say…

Wherever we were, we talked. Emily loved it. The thing that always got me, sometimes ever startling me, was looking at her as I worked inside and out. Emily was staring at me and watching my every move. Her concentration on and dedication to me was unwavering. I mentioned this to Glenn many times. He saw it, too.

Sometimes I’d sing to her, especially when traveling. Once in a while it seemed she was singing Bobby Vinton’s 1960’s song, “I love how you love me.”
I Love How You Love Me
Bobby Vinton

I love how your eyes close
Whenever you kiss me.
And when I’m away from you
I love how you miss me.
I love the way you always
treat me tenderly.
But darlin’ most of all,
I love how you love me

I love how your heart beats
whenever I hold you.
I love how you think of me
without being told to.
I love the way your touch
is always heavenly.
But darlin’ most of all
I love how you love me.

I love the way your touch
is always heavenly.
But darlin’ most of all
I love how you love me.

I love how you hug me
I love how you squeeze me,
tease me, please me
love how you love me

I love how you love me (fade)

I felt that way about her, too. Such was the bond and happiness that we shared.

A River of Tears-Part 3

Note: This is our experience but parts may be very emotionally upsetting to some.
You can see in the last photo on Aug. 20 in Part 2 that Emily looked very aged. She was weakening more and more. She started not wanting her canned prescription food in the days that followed. It was challenging for us to vary it, heat it, and get her to eat some at least. Emily also needed to have closer and more dishes of her Tramadol, too.
A few times she could not walk in her cart but after a couple of doses and food she was better. I could tell she was near to leaving soon. I spent my time with her and near her as much as I could. Emily slept much more now.
The last night we took our naps about 9 pm. She wanted my hand on her head for a massage and kept nudging it. I put my other arm around her, too, and she napped on my elbow. I awoke at 12 m to Emily curled up with her head under her blanket to block out the light. I didn’t want to wake her and got up for my medicine.
When I came back about 4 am, I put my arm on her and Emily’s heart was beating somewhat fast and hard. It felt uncomfortable so I moved away. When I awoke again, it was 7am or so, and I returned to bed shortly. Then I put my hand on her paw as usual and it was stiff.
My beloved girl had gone to heaven. I got up and went to see all of her and I felt relief and peace. It was over. August 27, 2014
Glenn checked on her, too. After breakfast, we brought her in the garden room and put her on her pad. The other 3 dogs came to say goodbye. Corky and Ginny just lost their mother. They now knew what happened which will help them with their grief.

Later, we took Emily to the vet for private cremation. When the pet cemetery returns the cremains, they will have her paw print, too. The vet said that we did the right things. Having her take increased medicine, doses, and her passing away at home is better. (This is a very personal decision for dog owners and each dog and family is different.)

Many vets do this now-increase medicine and number of doses to have a good quality of life to near the end. It was only about the last 3 days that eating and walking were more difficult for Emily. But she still was able to move about on the pad.

Were we “lucky” to be spared the “decision”? No, because we made it our choice not to take her life but to let God take it back to Him. He made her and gave her life. He gave Emily as a precious gift to us for 12 of 15 years.

A river of tears still flows but I’ll see her again in heaven. She’ll be young again and we will be, too.
Run free, my beloved Emily. Auf wiedersehen!

Emily in 2008. This is one of my favorite pictures. She is beautiful and her sable-colored head shines in the light. It was colored sable to the roots unlike Corky's red. His and Ginny's changes to black near the roots.

Emily in 2008. This is one of my favorite pictures. She is beautiful and her sable-colored head shines in the light. It was colored sable to the roots unlike Corky’s red. His and Ginny’s changes to black near the roots.

Grief Began a Year Ago-Part 2

Cont. from Part 1

The cart and experiences I posted here previously. Things were on a plateau once we developed a system. Emily did what she had to but seemed to enjoy the change of pace in getting outside in the cart. She did fairly well until June of this year. At that time, in mid-June, Emily seemed to deteriorate.
I started becoming more and more distraught and cried long hours and days, mostly away from her. I didn’t want to upset her but I think she knew. We took evening naps together and I massaged her head and back. She loved it.

I would take the back of my hand and caress her muzzle from her nose and backwards. She would immediately fall asleep. Emily seemed to tire more and more and wanted to go back to bed earlier. She loved my bed, with the deep mattress and pillow-top, the best. Glenn would put her there at 12m.
By mid-July I was extremely distraught. We talked about the “putting down”. I said that I couldn’t or wouldn’t take her life. Glenn agreed as he wanted her to stay. Since our fax was down, we took Emily with us to talk to our vet but the vet was out. That following Mon. or Tues. was our appt. to discuss Emily’s condition and for me to talk the vet about what I believed.

I told the vet that I wouldn’t and couldn’t take Emily’s life because God gave her that life. It was God who had to take it to Him. It was our job to take care of and do our best for Emily. The vet gave her stronger Rimadayl and found pop-up sores on her abdomen. These were from Emily wanting to be in one position. The antibiotic cleared that up by the beginning of August, and I had to bath or clean her daily, and be sure she kept dry.

This was very difficult as Emily would roll off the pad in the garden room a lot if not comfortable. (We cut a couple of pads from a memory foam, mattress pad that I no longer used. It was covered and then a cut-up rubber sheet, with fleece, used for cribs, was on top.)

It was challenging to keep her position moved all day when not using the cart for potty. Still, I kept reading vet’s articles on the End of Life, etc. online and thinking of the quality-of-life-dilemma. The decisions were not easy. I prayed with Emily each night.

Should I intervene now? I won’t and can’t. God made her and surely He knows if she is suffering. He has everything under control, I thought. So, by mid-August, after my prayers, the answer came as,” Wait patiently for God to act.” Of course, what was I doing trying to hurry this along! We continued Emily’s care and waited.

Cont. in Part 3

Cory and Emily Aug 20,2014. It was Corky's 13th birthday.

Cory and Emily Aug 20,2014. It was Corky’s 13th birthday.

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