My beautiful dog daughter
January 18, 2021
Dear Tina Jane, my love for you will never die big girl. You brought so much joy into my life. You gave me the most pure and unwavering love...love I've never felt from a human being. I wish people were like dogs. This world would be a much better place.
...hello welcomed guest. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to stop by and visit my beautiful girl who I miss more than any words I could ever say.
This is a very slow and painful journey, in progress. I've never in my life felt this kind of grief, never. I can only do a bit of Tina's memorial at a time. Please stop back by one day and check in on us. I'll be adding many more memories in between my heart-break and tears. It is truly amazing how "they" affect our lives. Amazing!
This picture was taken three days before her malignant cancer was confirmed. I've tried to write the story of her cancer, but it seemed like it was diagnosed...and then, my precious angel was gone.
WHY? Why so fast? Why at all? Why couldn't someone stop the cancer? I'm sobbing as I write this. We weren't done yet! Why? There was such a thick haze in the final months of our journey...so much grief...so much heartache.
Tina Jane, THANK YOU. You were always smiling or grinning. You are so beautiful my darling angel Pucky, Puck-Puck, Chicky-Puck, Munna, Muck Muck, Chena), and you responded all your silly nicknames. Us dog lovers are goofy sometimes aren't we? It takes a "special breed" to understand my pain. Even then, they cannot feel what I feel about you or the loss of you. Look at me girl...ramblin' on and on again.
Deep conversation
I love you and miss you so very...very much pretty girl, and I am so lost without you. I just don't know how to handle this kind of pain...the deepest I have ever felt in my entire life. Only a few people really understand; I mean really.
You were always smiling, grinning or laughing. I've never met a pooch like you. I've had many throughout my life, and you were the frosting on all my cakes.
Tina Jane Turner is a Pitt/Lab mix. She came into my life in September of 2002. She was an abused eight week old puppy who now weighs in at a healthy 89.7 pounds. I had just pulled up in front of my house after work one day. There were four teenage boys that were throwing something black into my front shrubs, which I thought was a black plastic bag. I found out "it" was a puppy when she fell out of the shrubs onto the sidewalk. The boys (punks) were all laughing about it when I got out of my car. There was also a little girl and her brother that were standing a ways away, and were both crying. They told me that they had followed the boys begging them to give the puppy to them. The little girl said that they were throwing her against the fences in the alley, and she also saw them swinging her around by her tail. I ran over and grabbed Tina while I was screaming at them to get away from my property, and then I ran into my house with her in my arms.
A man came to my house four days later and told me I had his nephews dog. I explained what happened and told him I didn't feel comfortable giving her back. He was not concerned that she was being abused, as he said, "boys will be boys", as he chuckled. I told him I did not find the humor in it. He then said he would call the police, if I didn't give her back, and I told him to go right ahead so I could also call animal control and make the "abuse" report. I asked him if I could be her from him, and he immediately told me (without hesitation) that he would have to have at least $20. I told him he was disgusting, and to get off my property, and that I would go inside and get his money. I rolled "two" twenty dollar bills up into balls, opened my door and threw them at him. He picked them up off the ground, took off and I never heard from him again. Tina still has scars on her face and stomach from being abused when she was a baby. She's been a vey happy girl since I rescued her. I was so happy the day I was blessed with her. Tina was named by the San Diego Department of Animal Control. I sent her dog license in as Tina, and it came back as Tina Turner. I never thought of using this as her licensed name, but I loved it.
...hello welcomed guest. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to stop by and visit my beautiful girl who I miss more than any words I could ever say.
This is a very slow and painful journey, in progress. I've never in my life felt this kind of grief, never. I can only do a bit of Tina's memorial at a time. Please stop back by one day and check in on us. I'll be adding many more memories in between my heart-break and tears. It is truly amazing how "they" affect our lives. Amazing!
This picture was taken three days before her malignant cancer was confirmed. I've tried to write the story of her cancer, but it seemed like it was diagnosed...and then, my precious angel was gone.
WHY? Why so fast? Why at all? Why couldn't someone stop the cancer? I'm sobbing as I write this. We weren't done yet! Why? There was such a thick haze in the final months of our journey...so much grief...so much heartache.
Tina Jane, THANK YOU. You were always smiling or grinning. You are so beautiful my darling angel Pucky, Puck-Puck, Chicky-Puck, Munna, Muck Muck, Chena), and you responded all your silly nicknames. Us dog lovers are goofy sometimes aren't we? It takes a "special breed" to understand my pain. Even then, they cannot feel what I feel about you or the loss of you. Look at me girl...ramblin' on and on again.
Deep conversation
I love you and miss you so very...very much pretty girl, and I am so lost without you. I just don't know how to handle this kind of pain...the deepest I have ever felt in my entire life. Only a few people really understand; I mean really.
You were always smiling, grinning or laughing. I've never met a pooch like you. I've had many throughout my life, and you were the frosting on all my cakes.
Tina Jane Turner is a Pitt/Lab mix. She came into my life in September of 2002. She was an abused eight week old puppy who now weighs in at a healthy 89.7 pounds. I had just pulled up in front of my house after work one day. There were four teenage boys that were throwing something black into my front shrubs, which I thought was a black plastic bag. I found out "it" was a puppy when she fell out of the shrubs onto the sidewalk. The boys (punks) were all laughing about it when I got out of my car. There was also a little girl and her brother that were standing a ways away, and were both crying. They told me that they had followed the boys begging them to give the puppy to them. The little girl said that they were throwing her against the fences in the alley, and she also saw them swinging her around by her tail. I ran over and grabbed Tina while I was screaming at them to get away from my property, and then I ran into my house with her in my arms.
A man came to my house four days later and told me I had his nephews dog. I explained what happened and told him I didn't feel comfortable giving her back. He was not concerned that she was being abused, as he said, "boys will be boys", as he chuckled. I told him I did not find the humor in it. He then said he would call the police, if I didn't give her back, and I told him to go right ahead so I could also call animal control and make the "abuse" report. I asked him if I could be her from him, and he immediately told me (without hesitation) that he would have to have at least $20. I told him he was disgusting, and to get off my property, and that I would go inside and get his money. I rolled "two" twenty dollar bills up into balls, opened my door and threw them at him. He picked them up off the ground, took off and I never heard from him again. Tina still has scars on her face and stomach from being abused when she was a baby. She's been a vey happy girl since I rescued her. I was so happy the day I was blessed with her. Tina was named by the San Diego Department of Animal Control. I sent her dog license in as Tina, and it came back as Tina Turner. I never thought of using this as her licensed name, but I loved it.