>>nnl« In U M In 10 be tliene In nnd lU be nyone on the once ice at lonlnf 0' ») fi r * • 4. ByUNDA RHODESBAMBKY Special to Mirror-Herald (Ed. note —Linda Rhodea Ramaey la among the many animal lovers In town. Other dog owners will appreciate her story aiiimi ' jSaiiyj"*. who;;’. aSs rescued from the pound. Her story la entitled, "Ode to "Happy” Memories".) It was the first of the summer when I found her. I'U never forget It. My husband, Steve, and I had only been married since December and he had to go Into the hospital for a couple of days for minor surgery. The animal pound was on the way from the hospital, and I was lonely going home to an empty apartment, and couldn’t resist stopping by the pound since I’ve always been literally crasy over animals. I stopped by Just to waste some time. There she sat. A blonde female version of Benjl, sitting In that cage with three or four other animals, looking lonely, shaking with fear, and I thought I’d die from the need to hold her or put my hands on her. She seemed so grateful for the small pat I was able to bestow through the cage, and I Immediately turned to ask the man In charge how to go about getting her. Now this man was the last person I’d ever expect to be a keeper of animals..to say he was the pits Is the kindest thing I can think of. He carried a big stick or cane-llke ob ject which he used to beat on the cages, and possibly he’d had a bad day, but never the leas, he told me in a few choice words or less that these dogs were due to be destroyed and because I coulibi’t pay cash, he would not wait for me to go cash my personal check, and to say the least was a terrifying spectacle, and I was Infuriated. Being the martyr and lover of animals I am, the first thing that popped Into my head was city hall, and I proceeded to drive there within two or three minutes and hit It wide open. I ended up with one of the city councllmen going with me to the pound to get my pup, upon which I’m sure the pound was put Into better hands. She was trembling as the man placed her In my arms, and almost Im mediately she seemed to sense that she had been 'rescued, and began to almost talk her thanks to me as she whined and licked my face. To say the least, she was the happiest little dog I’d ever seen, and that’s what I called her...“HAPPY”. She was a Joy to us from then on. Now don’t get me wrong..that first year, she showed us she stlU had some dog In her, and went tactfully about chewing up every cord In the house, various magaslnes and books, stuffed animals, and on one particular day I remember dlatlnctly, she chewed up one each of every shoe I had. I took the last few dollars I had and bought a pair of summer sandals to wear until payday, since I’d been wearing a pair of tennis shoes, and a secretary can’t wear sneakers to work. Also, my husband’s family had never had animals, and he wasn’t the least bit desirous of having a dog In the house, let alone one who had taken over the left comer at the foot of his bed. When Steve came from the hospital, he was confined for a few days. You know, It only took that loveable bundle of hair and big eyes two days to melt his heart, and from than own, she was always Daddy’s girl. She was an official member of the family; loved to ride, and Linda’s Ode To Happy Thursday, June 14, l»T»-MIRROR-HERALD-Page SB START TODAY . . . LOSE WEIGHT BY FRIDAY with EXTRA STRENGTH SLENOER-X CAPSULES looked like a mlnature dumbo with ears flying back as she would hang halfway out the window, and went everywhere with us. She developed a taste for ice cream, water melon, applesUces, candy, and because of her sweet tooth, and love of cookies, feiv/Ko vlt?: nicknames she Inhertied along the way such as ”Happy-Joe’’, and "Joe- Joe”, she was occasionally called "cookie-monster” to which her ears would perk, and she would stand by wagging her tall knowing perfectly well the extra cookie or tidbit was hers. She hated leashes, and we soon learned that with her obedient nature that we both fared better when she walked by us and was Immediately In her place at the slightest murmer. She hated getting her feet wet,and on occasions both Steve and I resorted to taking her outside In bad weather under an um brella so she could go to the bathroom. She had only two major dislikes that I can recall. Flrst,ahe hated being without us, and secemd, she was terrified of loud noises, particularly gun fire,and we had * several ahreaded screens to prove the fact when she was left out and near-by hunters were In the ares, or on holidays when fireworks were going off. She had an unforgetable way of cocking her head sideways when you called her name, and I’ve no doubt that she understood my every word, and probably tolerated me better than any living thing In this world. Numerous times, I’ve had people ask me why In the world I wanted to have animals In the house,and pausing to think about her you reallMd what a friend you - Indeed had. She love yo«f' endlessly, regardless of your moods. If you don’t want to wash dishes or clean up, she still loves you. If you don’t wsmt to cut the grass or paint the house, she still follows you patiently, if you appear slouchy and need a shampoo. It’s alright with her. When you’re down and out, full of tears and anguish, and the whole world seems to have turned against you, she will still nuzzle against you and In general boost you back Into happiness with the slight cock of her head and a wag of the tall. We had other animals along that we took In and protected and found homes for, but she was always number one. She tolerated numerous cats and strays, and even once before we • had her spayed, we bred her with a little black terrier. Since she was so small, the vet said she would probably have only cne or two. Well, once again she out-dld herself and bore five. She raised her litter patiently, and with a protective eye. There was a black and gold one, a blonde one Just like her, and a solid white one, all three of these with her same poodle qualities. Where those two black and white beagle ones came from Is beside our knowledge, but they were all precious, and the whole neighborhood was eager for them because they were Happy’s. We sold them for a penny a piece since I’d been told If they were given away they would die. Hal I remember she looked almost relieved when we gave the last one away, and even though we left the big wicker basket out, she never went back to It, and resumed her place at the left comer on the end of the bed. I remember the fear of having to part with her when our little girl was bom. Several people had told us stories of animals that Injured children, or mapped from Jealousy, but Happy seemed to adore our little one and It was almost as If we’d brought the bundle home Just for her to protect. She even gave up her position on the bed for a while to sleep under the basinet. During the day, at the least cry from the baby, she would b® Bt the baby’s side, and guarded our daughter. Tiffany, as If she were one of her pups. For all the tugs and pokes she received from our little girl as a growing toddler, before we were able to instill Into Tiffany the fact that animals are to be loved and dealt tenderly with, Happy never once snapped or growled, and often gave me the urge to be more patient with things myself from Just seeing how si.e tolerated everything.Only In her old age did we notice a change, and then It was only that she chose to steal away from smaller children, and seemed to be avoiding any trouble by lying patiently out of the way. Actually, she was never sick untU the last few weeks, and I try to overlook my grief from the loss of her to thank God for the years he gave us with her. Oh, she had a few bouts with itching and worms, but was sdways well and "Happy”. She always hated the trips to the vet. We’ve always been fortunate In having good doctors, but she could never stand to be closed up, or away from us, so we tried to never leave her overnight at the veto unless It was absolutely necessary, which was only once, when we had her spaded. She was always overjoyed when ever we took her In for check-ups, and would run circles when we left, and Jump right up Into our arms as If to say..I knew you’d never leav^ me. I’ll never forget the night she first became sick. I stayed up with her all night while she seemed to pant and gasp for breath. I even called our vet at three In the morning and he was helpful In telling me what to do for her symptoms and told me to bring her In first thing In the morning. That next morning when I took her In and Dr. Yarbro told me her heart was beating tremendously faster than normal, and that her pressure was doubled, and It Just did not look good, was the first time that Steve and I really came to acknowledge between us that her age was taking a toll on her and that we couldn’t keep her forever. For the first time In my life, I came to grips with the fact that It was the living, breathing things on this earth that mattered. All the things that I had, material things, diamonds, the tom screen I fussed over, furniture that I grumbled over being covered with animal hair...can>et stsdns I had mumbled over where she drug her food from her dish, all my china and fine things I had held selfishly as mine and Important to me, I would gladly trade for the life of my little "Happy”. I wasn’t ashamed anymore of being animal crazy, of being the lady who will take In strays, and spend the last dime she has to buy them food. Steve and I must have called the animal hospital from our Jobs that morning a hundred times, and by lunch her condition had still not changed. I drove over at lunch, and q>ent my lunch hour with her. Just holding her and telling her I loved her and she seemed to be much more active. I almost died having to leave her standing there In the cage when I left to return to work, but when I called around four, she had Improved so much I could take her home. I was overjoyed. It was If the silent prayer I had whispered In my mind all day had been answered. She had bronchitis, and we thought that was the problem with her breathing. When I picked her up that afternoon, the whole family was over joyed, and she ran up on BIB f-Ji-ch, dij S *S’.V ?:?" Joyous circles as If to cover her territory,and flew In the door and Jumped up on my husbsmds lap, as If to say..! knew you’d never leave me. Tlie night before last, when I woke at two and she was panting again, I believe I knew In my heart that we were loosing her. I stayed up all that night with her. Just she and I, with her gasping for breath. A few times we ev sr walked outside when I felt the fresh air would make It easier for her to breathe. I thought morn ing would never come so I could take her to the animal hospital. When I left her that morning to go on to work, I told myself that I knew she was old. We’d had her with us for ten years now, and I ac cepted the fact that nothing could live forever ,but somehow I Just counted on going to gether that afternoon. When the vet called me at work, I accepted the news qultely, and did not weep until about thirty minutes later when I realized that she had died alone, without us. I couldn’t locate my husband and daughter who had gone Into town, and even though the animal hospital kindly offered to take care of her body for us, I knew I wanted to go get her, and so I did. I remember weeping uncon trollably and telling her I loved her as we rode home the last Ume, and telling her how sorry I was. I felt In my heart that God had seen fit to give us this extra week with her, but I believe the memories of her antics and capers over the years must have all run through my mind on the short drive home, and I thought I would die tor the need to gather her still bdy In my arms and see her wag her tall as If to say, 1 1mve me. When I arrived home, Steve and Tiffany were already there, and had already talked to the animal hospital. We picked out a place In the yard to bury her, under a shade tree, and while my husband dug her her grave, I went Into the house and found the piece of chsmtUly lace I’d saved for years. We wrapped her In the lace and the three of us wept as we burled our precious friend, praying for the time when the fond memories of her would replace Uie torment of the emptiness we felt at the loss of her. I can still hear my little girl saying, "Don’t cry Mama, she’s In Heaven now with Grand ma, and Grandma vrill take care of her.” I smiled at her and looked to God, hoping that somehow Happy could hear me as I walked away and said.."I love you Happy, and No, we’ll never leave you, for I know we’ll carry with us the memory of you, and because of the love you instilled In us, and the love we have for you, we’ll rescue another puppy from the pound smd never leave her. Fof over 15 ytars. inousaotfs hive Dnn losing weight with SIciKler-X Tablets NOW we are offering you a New Time-Release EXTRA STRENOTH SIENDER-X UP- tUlE. Try our amaiing. im- proveO formula Weguaramee Xtohelpthepoundsdropoffor your money back GRIFFIN’S DRUOS’TORE Disco Dance Course The Gastonia Recreation Department will offer a six-week disco dstnee class at Bradley Center beginning July 13. Class will meet on Thursdays, 8-9 p.m. Instructor Is ^nnle WeUs. Cost U 810 for Oty residents and 114 for Non- CKy residents. Fees must be paid by July 0. Make checks payable to Gastonia Recreation Department and mall to P.O. Box 1748, Gastonia, N.C. For more Information call Cynthia Byars at 864- 8211, Ext. 297. great giving for dad’s day We’ve got a lot of great new gift ideas for Father’s Day. All sorts of action sports wear and leisure wear. You’ll like...he’ll like... their top quality and inflation- fighting prices Get down and have a look. WemeK Qa/uln&Ci EASTUDGEMAU. GAST09BA. N.C. Open Thurs. and Fri. Nights 'Til 9:30 1

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