In memory of all those 'little ones',
thousands upon thousands throughout the world who are born into appalling conditions
and who face an uncertain future.

In memory, too, of all those 'little ones' who never draw breath
or don't survive more than their first minutes, hours, days, of precious life.
No life should ever pass un-noticed, or un-mourned
without some attempt being made to find out 'why'?
These 'little ones' deserve some acknowledgement that they existed,
of their valiant struggle to grasp life, even though it may be for such a short time. ...
and to ponder upon lives with potential unrealised.
Many times it would seem there is no answer, no explanation,
or, at least, it's not apparent to us mere mortals.
Maybe they really DO become stars in the sky? I'm sure that they do.

How quickly the years fly by. Suddenly, it seems, that gorgeous little bundle of
fluff that was introduced to our home and our hearts, is no longer young.
Old age is catching up with some of the Yetholme 'babies', and sad as it is, that's the way life is.
We can only rejoice and be thankful for every blessed day we had with them, though it is never enough.
The list is growing......so many went to the Rainbow Bridge during 2009 and this year.

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Grand Champion Yetholme Make Mine Mink
'Makka'
9/6/98-28/8/11
There are, simply, no words....

Ch Yetholme Tender Fidelis - 21/8/11
Dear little Lisa....we will miss your happy little self and your busy-ness!
So unfair.
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I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground
But it’s not just a penny
This little coin I’ve found

... Found pennies come from heaven
That’s what my grandpa told me
He said “dog angels toss them down”
Oh how I loved that story

He said:
“When a dog angel misses you
She tosses a penny down”
“Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of your frown”

So don’t pass by that penny
When you’re feeling blue
It may be a penny from heaven
That your dog has tossed to you.
**

Yetholme Kahluas Dante...
one of Lulu's well-beloved 'Brat Pack'.
Too tragic for words.
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A Dog For All Seasons by Jill Acord

I've lost my puppy. Have you seen him? You know the one. I brought him home just last
spring. Silky ears and puppy breath, big feet and longer tongue, large soul in a small
warm body... unable to understand why he couldn't just jump into the truck like
the big dog. I just laughed and helped him in. Now . . .I can't seem to find him.

I've lost my playmate. Have you seen him? You know the one. He ran with me just last
summer. Ahead of my mountain bike he flew, big feet and longer tongue, large soul
in a powerful body... a gait so effortless and athletic, he soared into the truck with ease.
He made me grin. Where did he go?

I've lost my dog. Have you seen him? You know the one. He guided me up familiar
paths, just last fall. The elder statesman, face sprinkled in gray, big feet and longer
tongue, large soul in a big body... gait so steady and strong, making me smile as he
gathered himself so carefully before jumping into the truck. Now, I don't know where he went.

I've lost my puppy... my playmate... my dog. Have you seen him?
You MUST know the one. . . . You seem so familiar . . . though I don't recognize your face of
gray or the silver eyebrows that rest above your cloudy amber eyes.. Do you know where he went?

Hello, is it you? Is it you I see in those aging eyes? Why, it is you!!....... and you're
in there like you've always been . . . the puppy with silken ears that gave me so much
joy in spring, the playmate who ran so effortlessly through the summer, the dog
who shared my trail in fall. I haven't lost you after all. You've been there all
along, with big feet and longer tongue, large soul in an aging body, gait
slowed by time, the truck so high above you that you hesitate and look up at
me..... causing me to smile. Oh my friend, my dog, my playmate,
......... my wonderful puppy.. you don't have to worry. I'll help you
in.... just like I used to...... and we'll go through the winter together.

Dedicated to Chance and to all the gray faces who enrich our lives.

"Lacey"
Harley's Leather & Lace
October 18, 2009 - April 2 , 2011

Dear Mom,
"Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you.
Do not let the thought of me be sad
for I am loving you just as I always have.
You were so good to me & I loved you so....
'Twas heaven here with you."
Your Lacey forever

R.I.P. My little monkey
You took your first breath in my arms and your last.
Mommy's heart is aching without you.
**

You may feel me when
one crystal raindrop touches your hand.
Maybe I am gently nudging you.
Maybe you will feel me.

You may see me when
the wind runs through the tall grasses.
Maybe I leave no footprints now.
Maybe you will see me.

You may hear me when
you dream, in your heart, in whispers.
Maybe I speak your language now.
Maybe you will hear me.

You may see me when
you look into eyes filled with love.
Maybe for a moment, I am there.
Maybe you will see me. ..........
Rosemary Babb
**

I wish the Rainbow Bridge had a phone so I could hear
your barks again. I thought of you all today but that's
nothing new. I thought of you all yesterday and
days before that too. I think of you all in silence
and often speak your name.
All I have are memories and pictures in a frame ..........
**

- Akimura -
August 2010
Run free, my beautiful boy...
**

THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG
>
     There is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when
you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontier of death, and down the
well-remembered path, and to your side again.
>
     And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall
not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.
>
     People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear
no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you
shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
>
     The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
**

PeaBeau

Beloved member of the Boon family.
17/1/96-28/9/10
**

Gone from My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side
spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and
starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty
and strength. I stand and watch her until at length.
she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where
the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in
mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and
she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her
destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the
moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"

And that is dying.

-- Henry Van Dyke

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Robbie-dog Alexander
2/10/08-25/9/10
Victim of TICK poisoning!!!
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Yetholme Surrender To Me
'Callum'
5/3/98-13/4/10
A beloved member of the Murray family
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Aust Ch Yetholme Wild Mink

Another little star burns brightly in the sky following the passing a few days ago of
Ch Yetholme Wild Mink (Wilma) just
a few months short of her 15th birthday. Wilma had lived in retirement for
seven years with Kerri-Lyn from Sydney. She was the light of Kerri's life;
they went everywhere together. Kerri even took her all the way to Adelaide on
the train one Christmas and nobody knew she was
there. Wilma was litter sister to Ch Yetholme Touch of Mink (Tich)
and they are the older full sisters to Makka, their mother
being the beautiful bitch Ch Balbardie Blue Mink, from Jean in Scotland..

I will never forget Wilma being shown at Blayney when she was a puppy.
It was March, and breezy. As she went around the ring,
a cheeky leaf had the audacity to fly up and 'bite' her on the rear.
Well, she spun around as if she'd been stung and growled at the
offending leaf much to the amusement of the judge. Wilma went
into retirement with Kerri after her last 'child', a bitch
called Y. Wild Minx who was on loan to Gail to be shown when,
sadly, she was bitten by a snake and died. A great loss.....

I should mention that Wilma was the mother of Freebie (Y. Wild And Free)
who was, in turn, mother of the 'Free' family....Terri's Blossom (Am Ch Aust Ch Y. Born Free),
Marika's Maxi, Jodi's Cougar, ML's Sheila (Y. Free Flight), Terri's Carrie (Am Ch Y. CareFree)
Ruth's Am Ch Aust Ch Y. Free Cheers and my Aust Ch Y. Free Spirit.

Run free now, little Wilma.
**

Farewell

Farewell the battle's lost my love
But stay within my heart
I will not leave, I'll hold you tight
As your final journey starts
I'll hold you ever close to me
You won't be on your own
Be still, my love, within my arms
It's time. You're going home.

A piece of silk you came to me
A precious gift from who?

I'll never care from whence you came
They gave me years with you
The moment that my eyes met yours
You took my heart to keep
You gave me yours without a price
A price that's now too steep
So lay with me, and have no fear
Your head against my chest
I'm here until you've left, my love
And reached eternal rest

M .Peacock
**

Yetholme Exuberant (above) - 'Harley' - 13/12/95-Jan 2010;
adored by the Andresen family, in Denmark.
By Ch Aranthrue Sweet Ambition (Imp UK), ex
Ch Yetholme Opal Empress
**

Aust Ch Yetholme Skye Fantasy (above).....
another snake-bite victim, died protecting her little friend Paddy.
You died a hero, Skye.
With deepest sympathy to her adopted family, the Pollard's of Bathurst.
***

I dont think I showed her after that, and I dont recall why not.... She produced several very lovely babies,
nearly always to Makka, including almost-Grand Champion Y. Winter Tryst (owned by Mark in Qld),
Maia owned by Sonia is one of Tess's, the three little girls living in Ballina are hers,
she has an agility son and a couple of daughters in Hawaii, and a very pretty
son in Western Australia who sired Val's Puzzle, living in Singapore.

Rest in peace, Tessie......
and thank you!
**

Simba
1/11/09
Run free with your mum, Simba.
I'm sure she will lead you a fine dance.
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Yetholme Birthday Graces, aka 'Wee Geordie"
"To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die".

This little dog was born for a purpose, and that was to bring love and joy to
everybody who ever met him, and he did that in abundance.

Fragile Circle...
'We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own,
live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan.' Irving Townsend.

Tragedy struck, doubly, on October 2nd 2009 in the form of a forked tongue.
Our beloved Ch Yetholme Tickle Me Do ('Riley'), in trying to
protect his little friend Rocki (Aust Silky Terrier), also fell foul of the snake.
We are still in shock over this tragic double loss.
Riley was just short of nine years, Rocki, 11 months.
Rest in peace, together, boys.
**

**
Yetholme Weenys Wee Wun
beloved companion of the Warhurst Family
1/4/96-15/8/09
by Ch Balbardie Royal Scot (Imp UK) ex
Ch Yetholme Weeny One
Rest in peace, Tilly.
**

Pippa-Dippa
9/1/97-6/2/09
pictured above with his great-grandson, Shannon
Rest in peace, dear little man - you always made us laugh!
**

Yetholme Little Blessing ('Tiffany')
26/6/96-Dec 2008
little heart-dog of Jill in Belgium - so many wonderful memories!

1998-2008
She will remain in our hearts forever.
Rest in peace our sweet angel.
Sharon & Don.
**

* RIP, Toby (JRT) from Yetholme
* RIP, Bobbie, from Albury
* RIP, Patsi....

* RIP, Scarlett....owner of Brenda in Texas -
She was my Miss Scarlett!
Queen our our home!!
Our home was her Tara.
She will forever
live in our hearts until we meet again over Rainbow's Bridge!
**

So this is where we part, my friend, and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind, new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength, life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave, share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true, but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought, will remember well all you've
taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, the fur I stroked, the nose I
kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this,
I loved you best.

With so many tears my friend,
Farewell.
**

GOD'S LENT PUP

For a while a puppy I will to you, GOD said
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn for him when he is gone.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe for just two or three.
But will you, till I call him back
take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
but should his stay be brief
you'll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he'll stay,
since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life's land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labor vain
Nor hate me when I come, to take him home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done,"
For all the joys this pup will bring,
the risk of grief you'll run.
So Will you give him shelter and
love him while you may
And for the happiness you will know
forever grateful stay
But should I call him home
much sooner than you planned
Please brave the bitter grief
and try to understand.
If by your love you've managed
my wishes to achieve,
That in his life you gave him
everything that he would need

You knew the time would come
for me to call him home
In this place called Heaven
With me he will remain

Again his eyes are shining bright
His stride is straight and true
He runs and plays and has great fun
It's here he waits for You.
Those precious memories that you hold dear
are tucked inside your heart. So keep them safe
for they help fill that hole within your heart.
Hold them close and when you feel
that soft stroke on your leg
Know he has come to visit you
He couldn't stay away

In this place called HEAVEN
Where things are right and true
Along with me he loves you still
he sits and waits for you

- Author Unknown

Beyond The Rainbow

As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.
I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful -- lush and green and wide!
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do.

I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright Glow pierced the night.
'Twas the Glow of many Candles shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.

For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,
We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.
Author Unknown

INTO SPIRIT

I see you grieve,

I feel you grieve

But I am with you

And will stay with you 'til you laugh

When remembering the fun

We had in all those years.

Thank you for the courage to let me go.

No more weary, no more pain,

I am with you, you will feel me,

My cold nose, my waving tail,

You will see my smiling mouth and shining fur,

You will hear my happy voice.

I can run now, I can play now

With all my family and friends.

But I will love you and I will watch you

'Til we meet again.

By Ann Blairman
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