Loving Memory of Tyler
adopted Tyler (a.k.a. “Cake” because he was so sweet)
in August, 1999. He was a young fellow, about 1 or 1 1/2 years of
age. He’d had a pretty rough life in that short time, left
to die he had pneumonia and heartworms when Ann Rutledge went to
rescue him in Tyler, Texas. The Blankenships, his foster parents,
nursed him back to a healthy pup. That’s when we entered his
life and gave him his forever home. We had 11 wonderful years with
him. We gave him lots of love, his own doggie door and a big back
yard to play in. In return he gave us lots of love, kisses, snuggles,
laughter, and more love.
He loved to play ball, and sometimes he’d drop it at my feet,
and other times he’d make me chase him for it. He also had
a basketball we called Big Orange. He loved to attack it, and it
was fun watching him try to wrap his mouth around it. He chased
it all over the yard. Another favorite toy was his “flippy.”
It was a large braided piece of yarn he liked to chew on. He also
liked to flip it in the air and catch it. He went through several
flippies over the years. In the summer he liked to attack the water
sprinkler. He’d run and jump and bite at the water. He was
so much fun to watch, a real character. He always made us smile.
He was a very sensitive and intuitive dog. If Scott or I were sick,
he’s come and lay beside us draping his head over a leg or
ankle and snuggle close as if to say, “I know you don’t
feel good, but I’m here to make you feel better.” That
was Cake, sweet and loving.
He also loved his walks. Every night we went for a walk, usually
between 8 and 9 PM. If we got engrossed in a TV show, Tyler would
place himself between us and the TV to let us know that it was time
for his walk. When we were younger, we’d walk all over the
neighborhood. As we got older, the walks got shorter. The last couple
of years Tyler developed arthritis in his hips that turned into
dysplasia. Even though his back legs were giving out on him, right
up to the last day he always wanted his walk.
Tyler went over the Rainbow Bridge on Monday, April 5, 2010. He’s
no longer in pain. I like to think of him gamboling in a meadow,
attacking Big Orange or flipping his flippy, and having a good time.
We miss him very much; but I know the good and fun memories of him
will overwrite the pain of his loss. In our book, he’s the
best Dalmatian ever.
In loving memory,
Scott & Karen Whitfield
to the Rainbow Bridge on April 5, 2010