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Remembering Thule
01-19-2010
Someone knocked on our front door. Which was odd because I had put a sign up a few weeks ago asking people NOT to knock or ring the bell unless we were expecting them (due to the fact I could be nursing or sleeping at any given moment and unable to answer and didn't want to be awakened by dogs barking). So Clark peeked out the peep hole and decided whoever was on the other side of the door seemed decent. I heard "What color was the dog?" "Black" and quickly assumed the loose little blackish dog we spotted earlier was the topic. But then either I heard Clark SAY "Thule" or something because then as Clark ran out I assumed Thule was loose and he was trying to catch her. So I grabbed the closest shoes I could find to go out too when Clark ran back to the front porch to tell me "Thule was hit, she's dead." I yelled out something in shock. NO! She was supposed to be just loose, just evading our recall. Just visiting a neighbor or something benign. Not this. NO.
I caught up with Clark on the street side of our fence. He was already kneeled down by Thule. The young man who came to our door was not the person who hit Thule, but a very kind person who took the time to stop his car when he saw her there, look at her tag and find us.
Thule's Story
I had already either almost or completely chosen my doodle breeder...so I had no need for another doodle. But I still perused Poomixrescue.com and Petfinder regularly. In January of 2006 I came across a listing for a cute, black, labradoodle named "Truly" who was 11 months old. She was 2 hours away at a private rescue in Yakima, WA. For the heck of it I emailed a link to my then boyfriend Clark. I knew he eventually wanted to get a second dog while his senior border collie was still living. I didn't expect much to come of him looking at Truly's listing. But he apparently liked what he saw because he scheduled a visit to the rescue for a couple days later on Thursday!
I still was new to dogs and wasn't very good at assessing fit. So when I met Truly, in a house full of what seemed like 30 dogs...I was a bit overwhelmed. She seemed wild with a touch of ADHD. Didn't seem interested in us, yet still jumped on us manically. And evil of all evils...she PEED when Clark got close to her. I wasn't too sure about this energizer bunny doodle. I kept looking over at Clark trying to send ESP messages that this seemed like a a bad choice in dogs...yet without letting him see my apprehension. At the same time, I trusted his judgment on dogs. And he PICKED HER! Oh my...what had we done...here it goes!
We packed her into the crate we brought and off we went. One thing I distinctly remember is that she smelled REALLY good to me. Better than any dog I'd ever been around. It was a smell I never smelled again (after we bathed her), but it was NICE! And to think she'd been in a home with 30 dogs for the last two days.
Her previous owners were an older couple and one or both of them were sick and just couldn't manage her energy.
During the ride home we debated names for Truly. I wanted "Gypsy" or "J-Lo" because she had a BOOTY and she shook it! But Clark chose "Thule" (say Too-Lee!) and thus Thule joined our lives. That night we introduced Thule to Cass (Clark's border collie who was 10 years old) in a gated grassy area outside my house. Cass was FAR from thrilled about this new addition. But Thule was relentless in her attempts to befriend and be accepted by her new big sister.
For about two weeks, when Clark would bring Thule and Cass to my house, the two girls would bark at each other in the living room. Bark-bark-bark. It was a constant, benign, stand-off. "I am the Queen Bitch around here" from Cass. And "Get off your high horse, be nice! I LIKE YOU!" from Thule. Cass would hip-check Thule...it was hilarious, looking back. But at the time I was worried! Thule always adored Cass, and Cass learned to accept and secretly love Thule.
She got along with Rosco fine since the moment they met. Though from the time Rosco came home as an 8 week old, their relationship mainly involved Rosco hanging off her collar and wrestling her to the ground. She was sooo patient with him and his nightly humping rampages. Most of the time she'd continue what she was doing, whether that was drinking water or chewing a stick. I think she took comfort in knowing that although Rosco had more brawn...she was definitely smarter ;-) But when she'd really get sick of his antics, she'd let him know. He'd yelp and then go right back to bugging her.
Speaking of humping...Thule attracted her lot of humpers. I don't know what it was about her, but the boys liked it =)
Since Cass was essentially perfect without any bad habits I didn't learn much from her except that dogs were cool and obeyed every command! Thule introduced me to the world of REAL dogs full force. Early memories include showing up at Clark's house to let out his dogs while he was away and, forgetting that not all dogs mind doorways, left the front door wide open as I went to unlatch her crate. Thule immediately bounced outside, catching me by surprise and sending my heart into a panic! Luckily there was a plastic container full of lamb lung treats nearby and I was able to entice her back in in a jiffy! PHEW!
Another time early in my Thule babysitting days, I arrived at Clark's house to find Thule, wiggling with all her might in a crate full of poop! I'm not a big fan of poop. So off Thule was sent to the yard while I cleaned up the crate in his driveway...then walked Thule to my house for a bath because Clark only had a shower and because there was NO WAY she would be riding in my car if there was even a molecule of poop on her body.... Of course that meant we had to walk back later too! Eeek! We realized later she had some level of separation anxiety (neighbor told me the next day that she'd barked ALL night).
Luckily that separation anxiety demonstrated itself only when crated or when she was separated from us without us being off the property. So if we were in the yard and she was in the house...she made it clear she was lonely with the most high pitched whistles and whines and yips I'd ever heard. With time she learned she would survive just fine with us outside or in a different room. But the crate was put away for her sanity and ours and she did fine that way since Cass was near and there were no bars separating her from the big sister she adored. Except for some destruction early on. She was quite the chewer initially!
Thule had a stomach of steel and ate things that probably would have sent other dogs to the vet. Highlights of things Thule ate in part or in whole:
One of Clark's Tevas
2 books--one on time management.
Lots of paper, tissues, napkins, papertowels
1 soda can
Ketchup packets
Broccoli head off the counter
An entire Dove soap bar
1/2 an ear of corn
numerous Ear plugs
Pounds of Cherries off our tree
Glasses/shades
Tube of shaving cream
Contents of a tube of antifungal cream
Sandwich bag
I remember taking Thule to the vet for the first time, early in her life with Clark, and then walking her downtown proudly...Clark had recently begun leash training with her and she walked very politely. Couldn't wait to show her off. As Thule got further into training she became so dedicated to heel position that in order not to break heel, she'd poop like a horse in midstride.
YOU were her favorite thing. Whoever you are. She adored people and it was obvious by whole body wiggles, leaps, and the uncontrollable kiss-a-thon that she'd unleash upon greeting you. But she had lots of favorite things. Clark and I discussed this a few times. The monologue we imagined whenever she went anywhere fun went something like this: "It's Dad! My favorite thing! Oh and Mom...My favorite thing! Oooh outside...my favorite thing! Mmmm...grass my favorite thing! Weee--running my favorite thing! FETCH!? Fetch is my favorite thing! A car ride! My favorite thing!..." and so on with just about most things being her favorite thing =)
Rosco was the Therapy dog...the one with the CGC...the one who I'd spent time training, who obeyed and didn't jump on people or lick them. But most of our friends loved Thule most. Despite the OCD licking...none of our dog loving friends could resist her joy, exuberance and obvious love of life and people.
Ear cleaning, though, was NOT one of her favorite things. She could sense you were about to clean her ears (and thus run under the table or into her crate) if you so much as THOUGHT about it. Seriously. Psychic. Once, I picked a mug out of the cupboard (something that has about a 0.1% chance of meaning her ears were going to get cleaned) planning to mix some ear cleaning stuff in it and ... WOOOOSH she went to hide!
Thule loved to crawl into and snuggle in small spaces. Under the bed, under the table, in her crate scrunched as far back as she could squeeze. Sometimes I'd walk by her crate and glance in and see nothing...I'd have to get down on my knees and really look in she was so scrunched in the back, blended in with her dark grey crate pad.
She was both a very dainty girl and a dirt loving tomboy. Always pranced, crossed her paws practically every time she layed down. My mom described her this way: "She was the "cherry on the top", the most girly, gentle and funny, beautiful like a cinema star, with zest for life and naughtiness, sassy and loving."
Yet this dainty girl managed to surprise me on several occasions with foreign poop all around her collar and preferred dirty water over clean any day! The nastier the water, the better. She loved stinky perfume. The first time I brought home liver treats, she wouldn't take one from my hand. She sniffed it, but didn't seem interested. So I put it on the floor for her to explore further. After another sniff she bent down and attempted to ROLL in the liver treat! Silly girl!
Thule lived to fetch, but was not pushy about it. In fact she'd rarely bring you the ball. Instead she'd bring it within a few feet of you and then kind of play soccer with it using her front paws...hovering over it trying to keep you from retrieving it. The second you did gain control of the ball...she'd be gone and running before you even lifted your throwing arm. Her version of fetch was more like "catch" so she wanted to reach the ball's destination before the ball.
Her tail ALWAYS wagged when you walked by. She could be dead tired, almost completely sleeping, barely able to bat an eyelash, but her tail still waved a mile a minute. With our previous bed, she would nap underneath and you'd have no idea she was even in the room until you heard the Thule tail going. At times you tried to tell her to 'hush' but realize there was no control over that tail...it was happy whether you wanted the noise or not.
She was fearless and yet spooked when there were new items in the yard. A compressed air tank received serious woofs to hide her curiousity. She snuck up on our new wheel barrow cautiously to sniff it out...just in case. YET, she would throw herself into ocean waves without a second thought--and she'd never been to the ocean before! She loved to swim we found out when we took her to a lake the first time...as soon as her leash was unclipped, she dove into the water as though she'd done it all her life.
Thule was curious as all get out! She reminded me of me as a young girl. Couldn't let anything get past her. Had to be in the know about everything. She was a careful yard surveyor. Daily she'd go outside and inspect the whole perimeter, careful not let any new smells, leaves, or messages miss her sniffer.
Sometimes I'd look out and see her sitting, pleased as though she'd finished an important task, positioned ever so precisely in the far back of the yard where she could to see our house and keep an eye on her kingdom. Sometimes her love of yard duty would drive me crazy. I'd let the dogs out in the morning and after PLENTY of time for them to finish their potty tasks, I'd call them back in. 5 minutes later she'd ring the bell to go out again...because she never took the time for potty--being busy with her morning inspection and all.
She was quite good at ringing the bell 5 minutes (or less) AFTER I'd already offered her a chance to go out...as soon as I'd settled in on the couch or got involved in a task. Why didn't she go out when I'd encouraged her earlier? It wasn't her idea! If it wasn't THULE's idea, it just wasn't a very good one.
But she liked walks no matter WHO's idea it was. Nothing brought her as much joy as the sound of her collar or leash coming off its hook. With her tail as propeller, she would levitate, leap, dive into her collar and could barely contain herself until she was out the door. And then like magic, she'd transform from spastic to a perfectly mannered, focused, purposeful walking partner.
There had been few walks given the recent weather, but Tuesday morning was beautiful and sunny and perfect for a walk. That morning was Thule's turn to join me and Natalie on a stroll. That walk never happened. She spent the morning romping, wrestling with Rosco and chasing squirrels in the yard. But she was gone before we were able to leave for our walk.
Poor Thule. Our sweet girl. We butted heads a lot. Our personalities sometimes clashed--Clark said because we were too alike. She was curious and intrusive. She was stubborn (when it wasn't her idea). She couldn't control her licker. She sniffed with her whole head, pressing her stinky chin (to my dismay) on the objects she was investigating. She drove me crazy at times. She was a major watch dog, often leading out the barking frenzies that made me want to scream.
But she loved us more than we ever could. And I loved her too--despite it being far inferior to her love. Especially in the last few weeks--I was mostly an impatient, irritable, consumed with mine and my new daughter's needs kind-of-dog owner. Not the dog owner she deserved. Right now, I would LOVE some Thule kisses. As much as I had longed for a quieter house, this kind of quiet sucks. I miss sweet sweet Thulemonster. It was way too soon for her to go. It wasn't her time. Thule was supposed to accompany Rosco into old age. She really completed this family and we will miss her greatly for a long time.
I love what my teenage step sister, who upon hearing of Thule's passing, wrote: "I hope she licked every inch of God when she got to heaven."
Watch our Thule Tribute slideshow here.
Someone knocked on our front door. Which was odd because I had put a sign up a few weeks ago asking people NOT to knock or ring the bell unless we were expecting them (due to the fact I could be nursing or sleeping at any given moment and unable to answer and didn't want to be awakened by dogs barking). So Clark peeked out the peep hole and decided whoever was on the other side of the door seemed decent. I heard "What color was the dog?" "Black" and quickly assumed the loose little blackish dog we spotted earlier was the topic. But then either I heard Clark SAY "Thule" or something because then as Clark ran out I assumed Thule was loose and he was trying to catch her. So I grabbed the closest shoes I could find to go out too when Clark ran back to the front porch to tell me "Thule was hit, she's dead." I yelled out something in shock. NO! She was supposed to be just loose, just evading our recall. Just visiting a neighbor or something benign. Not this. NO.
I caught up with Clark on the street side of our fence. He was already kneeled down by Thule. The young man who came to our door was not the person who hit Thule, but a very kind person who took the time to stop his car when he saw her there, look at her tag and find us.
Thule's Story
I had already either almost or completely chosen my doodle breeder...so I had no need for another doodle. But I still perused Poomixrescue.com and Petfinder regularly. In January of 2006 I came across a listing for a cute, black, labradoodle named "Truly" who was 11 months old. She was 2 hours away at a private rescue in Yakima, WA. For the heck of it I emailed a link to my then boyfriend Clark. I knew he eventually wanted to get a second dog while his senior border collie was still living. I didn't expect much to come of him looking at Truly's listing. But he apparently liked what he saw because he scheduled a visit to the rescue for a couple days later on Thursday!
I still was new to dogs and wasn't very good at assessing fit. So when I met Truly, in a house full of what seemed like 30 dogs...I was a bit overwhelmed. She seemed wild with a touch of ADHD. Didn't seem interested in us, yet still jumped on us manically. And evil of all evils...she PEED when Clark got close to her. I wasn't too sure about this energizer bunny doodle. I kept looking over at Clark trying to send ESP messages that this seemed like a a bad choice in dogs...yet without letting him see my apprehension. At the same time, I trusted his judgment on dogs. And he PICKED HER! Oh my...what had we done...here it goes!
We packed her into the crate we brought and off we went. One thing I distinctly remember is that she smelled REALLY good to me. Better than any dog I'd ever been around. It was a smell I never smelled again (after we bathed her), but it was NICE! And to think she'd been in a home with 30 dogs for the last two days.
Her previous owners were an older couple and one or both of them were sick and just couldn't manage her energy.
During the ride home we debated names for Truly. I wanted "Gypsy" or "J-Lo" because she had a BOOTY and she shook it! But Clark chose "Thule" (say Too-Lee!) and thus Thule joined our lives. That night we introduced Thule to Cass (Clark's border collie who was 10 years old) in a gated grassy area outside my house. Cass was FAR from thrilled about this new addition. But Thule was relentless in her attempts to befriend and be accepted by her new big sister.
For about two weeks, when Clark would bring Thule and Cass to my house, the two girls would bark at each other in the living room. Bark-bark-bark. It was a constant, benign, stand-off. "I am the Queen Bitch around here" from Cass. And "Get off your high horse, be nice! I LIKE YOU!" from Thule. Cass would hip-check Thule...it was hilarious, looking back. But at the time I was worried! Thule always adored Cass, and Cass learned to accept and secretly love Thule.
She got along with Rosco fine since the moment they met. Though from the time Rosco came home as an 8 week old, their relationship mainly involved Rosco hanging off her collar and wrestling her to the ground. She was sooo patient with him and his nightly humping rampages. Most of the time she'd continue what she was doing, whether that was drinking water or chewing a stick. I think she took comfort in knowing that although Rosco had more brawn...she was definitely smarter ;-) But when she'd really get sick of his antics, she'd let him know. He'd yelp and then go right back to bugging her.
Speaking of humping...Thule attracted her lot of humpers. I don't know what it was about her, but the boys liked it =)
Since Cass was essentially perfect without any bad habits I didn't learn much from her except that dogs were cool and obeyed every command! Thule introduced me to the world of REAL dogs full force. Early memories include showing up at Clark's house to let out his dogs while he was away and, forgetting that not all dogs mind doorways, left the front door wide open as I went to unlatch her crate. Thule immediately bounced outside, catching me by surprise and sending my heart into a panic! Luckily there was a plastic container full of lamb lung treats nearby and I was able to entice her back in in a jiffy! PHEW!
Another time early in my Thule babysitting days, I arrived at Clark's house to find Thule, wiggling with all her might in a crate full of poop! I'm not a big fan of poop. So off Thule was sent to the yard while I cleaned up the crate in his driveway...then walked Thule to my house for a bath because Clark only had a shower and because there was NO WAY she would be riding in my car if there was even a molecule of poop on her body.... Of course that meant we had to walk back later too! Eeek! We realized later she had some level of separation anxiety (neighbor told me the next day that she'd barked ALL night).
Luckily that separation anxiety demonstrated itself only when crated or when she was separated from us without us being off the property. So if we were in the yard and she was in the house...she made it clear she was lonely with the most high pitched whistles and whines and yips I'd ever heard. With time she learned she would survive just fine with us outside or in a different room. But the crate was put away for her sanity and ours and she did fine that way since Cass was near and there were no bars separating her from the big sister she adored. Except for some destruction early on. She was quite the chewer initially!
Thule had a stomach of steel and ate things that probably would have sent other dogs to the vet. Highlights of things Thule ate in part or in whole:
One of Clark's Tevas
2 books--one on time management.
Lots of paper, tissues, napkins, papertowels
1 soda can
Ketchup packets
Broccoli head off the counter
An entire Dove soap bar
1/2 an ear of corn
numerous Ear plugs
Pounds of Cherries off our tree
Glasses/shades
Tube of shaving cream
Contents of a tube of antifungal cream
Sandwich bag
I remember taking Thule to the vet for the first time, early in her life with Clark, and then walking her downtown proudly...Clark had recently begun leash training with her and she walked very politely. Couldn't wait to show her off. As Thule got further into training she became so dedicated to heel position that in order not to break heel, she'd poop like a horse in midstride.
YOU were her favorite thing. Whoever you are. She adored people and it was obvious by whole body wiggles, leaps, and the uncontrollable kiss-a-thon that she'd unleash upon greeting you. But she had lots of favorite things. Clark and I discussed this a few times. The monologue we imagined whenever she went anywhere fun went something like this: "It's Dad! My favorite thing! Oh and Mom...My favorite thing! Oooh outside...my favorite thing! Mmmm...grass my favorite thing! Weee--running my favorite thing! FETCH!? Fetch is my favorite thing! A car ride! My favorite thing!..." and so on with just about most things being her favorite thing =)
Rosco was the Therapy dog...the one with the CGC...the one who I'd spent time training, who obeyed and didn't jump on people or lick them. But most of our friends loved Thule most. Despite the OCD licking...none of our dog loving friends could resist her joy, exuberance and obvious love of life and people.
Ear cleaning, though, was NOT one of her favorite things. She could sense you were about to clean her ears (and thus run under the table or into her crate) if you so much as THOUGHT about it. Seriously. Psychic. Once, I picked a mug out of the cupboard (something that has about a 0.1% chance of meaning her ears were going to get cleaned) planning to mix some ear cleaning stuff in it and ... WOOOOSH she went to hide!
Thule loved to crawl into and snuggle in small spaces. Under the bed, under the table, in her crate scrunched as far back as she could squeeze. Sometimes I'd walk by her crate and glance in and see nothing...I'd have to get down on my knees and really look in she was so scrunched in the back, blended in with her dark grey crate pad.
She was both a very dainty girl and a dirt loving tomboy. Always pranced, crossed her paws practically every time she layed down. My mom described her this way: "She was the "cherry on the top", the most girly, gentle and funny, beautiful like a cinema star, with zest for life and naughtiness, sassy and loving."
Yet this dainty girl managed to surprise me on several occasions with foreign poop all around her collar and preferred dirty water over clean any day! The nastier the water, the better. She loved stinky perfume. The first time I brought home liver treats, she wouldn't take one from my hand. She sniffed it, but didn't seem interested. So I put it on the floor for her to explore further. After another sniff she bent down and attempted to ROLL in the liver treat! Silly girl!
Thule lived to fetch, but was not pushy about it. In fact she'd rarely bring you the ball. Instead she'd bring it within a few feet of you and then kind of play soccer with it using her front paws...hovering over it trying to keep you from retrieving it. The second you did gain control of the ball...she'd be gone and running before you even lifted your throwing arm. Her version of fetch was more like "catch" so she wanted to reach the ball's destination before the ball.
Her tail ALWAYS wagged when you walked by. She could be dead tired, almost completely sleeping, barely able to bat an eyelash, but her tail still waved a mile a minute. With our previous bed, she would nap underneath and you'd have no idea she was even in the room until you heard the Thule tail going. At times you tried to tell her to 'hush' but realize there was no control over that tail...it was happy whether you wanted the noise or not.
She was fearless and yet spooked when there were new items in the yard. A compressed air tank received serious woofs to hide her curiousity. She snuck up on our new wheel barrow cautiously to sniff it out...just in case. YET, she would throw herself into ocean waves without a second thought--and she'd never been to the ocean before! She loved to swim we found out when we took her to a lake the first time...as soon as her leash was unclipped, she dove into the water as though she'd done it all her life.
Thule was curious as all get out! She reminded me of me as a young girl. Couldn't let anything get past her. Had to be in the know about everything. She was a careful yard surveyor. Daily she'd go outside and inspect the whole perimeter, careful not let any new smells, leaves, or messages miss her sniffer.
Sometimes I'd look out and see her sitting, pleased as though she'd finished an important task, positioned ever so precisely in the far back of the yard where she could to see our house and keep an eye on her kingdom. Sometimes her love of yard duty would drive me crazy. I'd let the dogs out in the morning and after PLENTY of time for them to finish their potty tasks, I'd call them back in. 5 minutes later she'd ring the bell to go out again...because she never took the time for potty--being busy with her morning inspection and all.
She was quite good at ringing the bell 5 minutes (or less) AFTER I'd already offered her a chance to go out...as soon as I'd settled in on the couch or got involved in a task. Why didn't she go out when I'd encouraged her earlier? It wasn't her idea! If it wasn't THULE's idea, it just wasn't a very good one.
But she liked walks no matter WHO's idea it was. Nothing brought her as much joy as the sound of her collar or leash coming off its hook. With her tail as propeller, she would levitate, leap, dive into her collar and could barely contain herself until she was out the door. And then like magic, she'd transform from spastic to a perfectly mannered, focused, purposeful walking partner.
There had been few walks given the recent weather, but Tuesday morning was beautiful and sunny and perfect for a walk. That morning was Thule's turn to join me and Natalie on a stroll. That walk never happened. She spent the morning romping, wrestling with Rosco and chasing squirrels in the yard. But she was gone before we were able to leave for our walk.
Poor Thule. Our sweet girl. We butted heads a lot. Our personalities sometimes clashed--Clark said because we were too alike. She was curious and intrusive. She was stubborn (when it wasn't her idea). She couldn't control her licker. She sniffed with her whole head, pressing her stinky chin (to my dismay) on the objects she was investigating. She drove me crazy at times. She was a major watch dog, often leading out the barking frenzies that made me want to scream.
But she loved us more than we ever could. And I loved her too--despite it being far inferior to her love. Especially in the last few weeks--I was mostly an impatient, irritable, consumed with mine and my new daughter's needs kind-of-dog owner. Not the dog owner she deserved. Right now, I would LOVE some Thule kisses. As much as I had longed for a quieter house, this kind of quiet sucks. I miss sweet sweet Thulemonster. It was way too soon for her to go. It wasn't her time. Thule was supposed to accompany Rosco into old age. She really completed this family and we will miss her greatly for a long time.
I love what my teenage step sister, who upon hearing of Thule's passing, wrote: "I hope she licked every inch of God when she got to heaven."
Watch our Thule Tribute slideshow here.
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Comment by Eva on January 27, 2010 at 1:15pm
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Adina & Clark,
Please check your front door, you should be having something delivered there today from the Las Vegas Doodlers! We hope things are getting a little better for you and this should help make you smile. Love Eva
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Comment by Missi on January 26, 2010 at 7:31pm
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Oh Adina and Clark, I have been out of town and not at the computer all week. I am so sorry for your loss. I'm sure that every inch of God was licked when she arrived, like your step sister suggested. My thoughts are with your family.
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Comment by Jessica on January 26, 2010 at 5:32pm
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Hi Adina, I just found out today about Thule. What very sad news. I'm so sorry. My thoughts are with you all.
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Comment by Donna K & Quincy on January 26, 2010 at 3:05pm
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I am so sorry that you lost Thule, I am sure she will be in your thoughts often. In your tribute I can see so much of my doodle in Thule, sometimes he drives me to distraction and sometimes he is just perfect, but always I love him. Sometimes I think he is almost human. You will never forget Thule but it will get easier as time goes by. In the meantime enjoy your precious baby and the other doggies. Take care.
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Comment by Megan on January 26, 2010 at 12:32pm
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Oh Adina, I'm so sorry. I haven't been online in weeks and I just saw what happened to your Thule. I know your heart aches - I'll be praying for you. Take care of yourself and your beautiful baby girl.
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Comment by Ellen aka BeauBeau's Mom on January 26, 2010 at 12:18pm
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Adina, what a touching, heartwarming tribute for Thule! I am so sorry for this unimaginable loss for your family. May your hearts be healed and filled with the loving, funny, and sweet lady-like memories she brought to you. And what a coward that someone hit her and drove off.
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Comment by Dreamydoodles Northwest on January 26, 2010 at 12:57am
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I made this for you - I hope you enjoy it. Angel Thule Tribute I wish you peace and serenity during this hard time. Just remember you gave Thule her best times and she will be forever grateful and watching over you from heaven. Now you have your very own Angel!
"Angel Thule".. and when your daughter gets a little older you can tell her bedtime stories about a silly, sweet angel dog named "Thule" who loved her when she was just a baby and how she still watches over her... and you everyday. :) HUGS!
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Comment by Margaret Becker on January 25, 2010 at 4:52pm
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I haven't been on the site in awhile and was so sorry to see about Thule. Your tribute makes it so clear what joy Thule brought to your lives and how much Thule loved being with you and your family. Your sister's words are perfect. Take care, Margaret and Snickers
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Comment by Sally Terry on January 25, 2010 at 12:29pm
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Oh my, I am in tears. I can still remember losing our Bailey to cancer, very quick and too soon! I still miss her alot. I am so sorry, just remember all of the joy she brought to you and your family. I will alway remember Bailey.
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Comment by Jodi Rio on January 25, 2010 at 11:25am
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Oh Adina, I am so, so VERY sorry! I know how much you love your doggies! I just had a second to peak in on the site and saw your tribute! I know how hard it is to loose one, they are such a HUGE part of the family! Thule reminded me so much of our Faith girl! They sound like twins! Give Rosco a big hug from us (Cass too)! I'm sure they are missing Thule as well! BIG hugs :o) from Montana!
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