Isis
TRAHERN SPELLBINDER
22-12-95 - 12-8-98
"Isis" our little princess. You were named after the Egyptian Goddess of the earth and moon, who possessed great magical powers. Her epithet was She Who Is Rich In Spells. I remember the day you were born and then at four weeks of age that gorgeous head of yours came on. You had the sweetest of personalities and you loved the cat. A gorgeous baby, not only in looks but personality and looking at the photos of you as a 9 week old puppy brings tears to my eyes. You were a fat rolly polly puppy, you were adorable. What a lovely memory you left behind.
You went on to go to some dog shows and you did us proud the day you won Best Baby Puppy in Show at the Bull Terrier Club INC (NSW) under Franne Berez from the USA. To top it off you gained enough points that weekend to win Best Baby Puppy bitch pointscore for that club as well. Your daddy had given me a surprise present that same weekend, a t-shirt with your photo on it.
Sadly during recent routine health testing, you were diagnosed with a grade 4 murmer. The heart ultrasound revealed even worse news, you had two heart diseases. The vet gave you another 3 more years to live, he did say we could lose you with a heart attack anytime. Well life went back to normal and we were so positive that you will live for many more years. Sadly that didn't happen, not even two months after your ultrasound a heart attack took you away from us.
I wrapped you up in that pretty floral sheet before you were buried near the house. I since have planted Treasure flowers on your grave, but I don't need them to remind me of you, I do that everyday when I look at your sweet face in the photographs I have of you, on the fridge, in my office and especially in my heart.
From the writings of James Whitcomb Riley
You cannot say, you must not say
that she is dead. She is just away!
With a cheery smile
and a wave of the hand.
She has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
Its needs must be, since she lingers there
So think of her faring on, as dear
In the love of These
as the love of these, these
Think of her still as the same and say
She is not dead she is just away.
But you left us for that journey much too soon, love Mum.