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Newman Hardy
Crossed the Rainbow Bridge on January 3, 2006
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To all our special friends:
I just want to let you know that Newman crossed the Rainbow Bridge today. He
could no longer deal with the pain his body wrenched on his precious soul. He
paced, panted and could not lay down; afraid of the pain that made him cry out
when he stood up. Damn the back yard breeders who breed these dogs to a size
beyond what their joints can withstand - all in the name of money.
Newman was a rescue dog, having spent his life in a kennel neglected the first
part of his life. Rest assured when he came to us for the last two years of his
life, he was finally happy. I always called him "Newman Hardy" because I wanted
him to know he had a family. When I pulled him from a shelter, he had surgery
to remove the large growth on his gums the vet believed was from pulling on the
kennel fence. He also had two surgeries to correct the eye entropia that since
birth had left his eyelashes to scrape and irritate on his cornea. But despite
the joint supplements and anti-inflammatories, we couldn't fix his hips and the
damage of two vertebra fusing together - most likely caused by his breeding and
jumping up and down in a kennel begging for attention. I also want you to know
Newman had a heart of gold, kind to every rescue dog that we fostered and also
to our grandson. Newman's tail would wiggle like crazy - and he thought he was
the bomb when a female was here.
Tonight I hugged Annie and told her I'm sorry she lost her dear friend. She was
with Dave as he laid Newman to rest out by the barn where he loved to run and
explore in the hay field. I remember when Newman came to us two years ago and
he didn't know what to do with all the space to run. The only thing that eases
our pain is the happiness he felt as a member of our family. He slept in our
bedroom, and if I got up before Dave in the morning, he would wait for Dave.
Then he would let out a big, loud, deep yawn, knowing that Dave did the fun
morning routine of feeding the horses, the barn cats and the walk around the
field for all the great smells. He truly lived for days outside with Dave and
our other animals.
What we will miss so very much is pulling into the garage and seeing Newman
come running to the car door, prancing and giving us that big smile showing us
every huge tooth he had. Most people would have thought he was going to eat
them up - we knew it was his way of saying, "I'm glad you're home, I've missed
you, and I'm so happy to have a family."
These are a couple of my favorite pictures of Newman. Every time the sun came
out, you could bet he would be sleeping sunning his belly. So tonight, please
go hug those special in your lives - do it in Newman's memory. He would be
happy to know that he could spread some of the love and acceptance he felt as
"Newman Hardy."
Gina and Dave Hardy
Airedale Terrier Rescue and Adoption
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