George, King of Skyes and a Baby Burger

If you are a regular reader you might know that this blog began as a way to record recipes for my kids. And stories. And stuff. So this is a spoiler alert. There isn’t really a recipe here unless you consider it a recipe for love. It’s a real simple recipe. It requires 1 black Skye Terrier and a family of four. That’s it. Plus about 11 years. That flew by. And also seemed to take forever. What a contradiction, I know. They were years of happiness and years of pain. The kids grew and my husband struggled. But we’ve weathered the course, and begun anew. And George saw it all.

George flew to us at the age of eight weeks in March of 2003. It took forever for me to find a Skye terrier puppy, but I did. And though he never replaced our other Skye, he carved a new spot in our heart. He arrived here in a crate with black furry ears that were as long as his length. He came with the name George and we never saw fit to change it. He was a George. A King George. And he quickly ruled the roost.


He loved to play tug of war. And he always won. He discovered snakes in our garden and came running at me with one in his mouth. I screamed. He freaked. I think it was the last time he caught one. He chewed up our rug. He acted like he owned our furniture. And being good, responsible pet owners, we allowed it. He attempted to jump on the bed but didn’t quite make it and never tried again-except once.  I’ll tell you about it later.

He couldn’t climb stairs. Or go up stairs. He was too long. And it freaked him. George was 36 inches long and 10 inches tall and weighed about 45 pounds. He had long, lustrous black hair and giant pointed ears. His eyes were pools of chocolate. They were gentle and dreamy and easy to lose yourself in. I often wondered what went on in his head. But I think I know.  His job was to keep us safe.

He worked hard at that. Whenever I worked in my studio, George would trot out the upstairs door, run down the lawnmower ramp and meet me downstairs. He always met me with a giant bark. George had a very big bark and if you ever rang our doorbell, you knew. George loved to bark. I think he considered that another mission in life.


George loved us and was loyal beyond belief. When Alex was younger and had many visiting friends, George always let them know who was boss. He would chase them into the basement and then bark at them while also trying to grab their feet. These were big guys and George let them know who was in charge. Trust me. When you see a long black dog with giant canines running after your feet, well, it can be a bit intimidating.

George was not a foodie. But he loved meat. He loved his baby burgers and whenever the grill was being fired up, he never left my side. But honestly, he really never left my side. He was my barometer and if George was good, then I was good. If I wasn’t good, George wasn’t good. He became anxious and protective.

George was the first puppy I had as an adult. Actually, he was the only puppy I saw make it to adulthood. I had puppies as a child but my father was not a good puppy man. He liked his rugs and furniture. And so, many of my pups found other homes. After Mitzi and Pussy and Peppy and Cokie and Clarence and Angel and Jangles and Honey and Reggie and Brady and Chelsea, well, then there was George. It took a lot of years to get ready for him. It will take a lot of years to let him go.


George filled my heart when my kids left for college. He filled my heart when my husband left the next day. Without George I’m not sure I would have made it through. Some days were tough. I was lonely.  George filled my void. He made me get up in the morning. He made sure I got up in the morning. He slept on my bed. He listened for sounds at night. He listened to me rant. He listened to me sing. He listened when no one else was there.

George was my dog. But I was his human. Some people say that dogs are just animals. They are so wrong. George was a reason for my being.

For 11 years I’ve had a bathroom buddy. George always came to me for a pet as I sat on the throne of thrones. He laid next to the shower door as I took my shower. Or he poked his  big, black nose in through the opening between the wall and the pocket door. George was always there.

The funny thing is that George never learned how to push a door open with his nose. But that never stopped him from being close. Patience was his middle name. He always stood guard if I was behind that door. And if Zoe was home he always kept an eye on her door, too. He adored his Zoe. She was his princess and he was the king.


When we walked on the canal people always were intrigued. Imagine a dog not 10 inches from the ground, proudly parading with his tail wagging and bouncing behind him and all that gorgeous black hair dragging in the dirt. They often commented that he looked like a giant dust mop coming in their direction. George always illicited a comment. He was just that kind of boy dog. (The last time I was at the vet’s two people took his picture.)

George had a quiet presence. He greeted you with exuberance and often scared friends with his loud bark. He also liked to jump up and George was not just tall, but he was big. After the visitor made it inside and George had his prerequisite sniff, George would calm down. But he was always in the room with me. He loved visitors and always anticipated their arrival by barking before they came.

After a few years with the kids and Manservant being gone, I decided to add to our family. We adopted a Havanese that was as tall as George but probably 1/3 of his length. George never liked big dogs and always showed them who was boss, which wasn’t always such a good thing… Freddie was the perfect size for George and he adopted her quite easily.  George took care of Freddie. He licked her ears that had countless ear infections. He played with her which was a miraculous thing to watch, as Freddie was not intimidated by George’s size. And this from a little dog with only one eye!


With Freddie as a new addition, George had to compete for our attention. He did it quietly and with great grace. Freddie loves to play and is forever bringing us the tennis ball to throw. George often brought the ball, to us too. But not to play. He just wanted attention. That was his way of showing  that he needed us too. But in his younger days there were those games of tug of war with the tennis ball. George loved it if you tried to pull the ball from his mouth; though not everyone loved to stick their hands into that giant mouth with such big teeth. He never figured that out.

George woke me every morning. He greeted me by placing his front paws on the bed and sighing. And when I looked over he practically crawled on the bed to kiss me and smell my eyes. He wagged graciously and the moment my feet touched the ground he bounded through the house to be let outside. Freddie always followed and George always went out the door first, but Freddie always made it off the deck before George. Long bodies do  not necessarily equate with speed.

But that never stopped George from trying. He loved to chase rabbits. Much to Manservant’s chagrin though, he never caught them. He spotted them as he sat on the deck and then quickly bounded down the lawnmower ramp to get into the lower yard. Sometimes there would be as many as four and they would scatter quite rapidly as George approached. He never knew what direction to run or turn.  But boy, did he bark! He would then come trotting back up with his proud gait as if to say, “I took care of them this time, Mom!”.


When it came to food, George was gentle. You could leave George’s food out all day and he’d only take what he wanted. But with the addition of Freddie I always had to make sure that George got his share because Freddie would do anything to get food. George loved treats, but savored them, and he ate cookies very slow. He relished them, where as Freddie wolfed them down. She ate so fast and if she could get one down fast enough she stole George’s out from under his nose. He never seemed to care. But he always looked a bit befuddled wondering where the damn thing went. George was gentle and polite and gracious when it came to food.

Manservant often complained that George was always between us. He did lay between us on the bed and he always stood between us during an argument. The only time that George jumped on the bed was when I was laying on Zoe’s bed and sobbing my eyes out. He knew I was in trouble and in one giant leap, he jumped on the bed. A twin bed. It almost wasn’t big enough to hold him. But in my shock of him jumping, I stopped crying and truly realized the power that this dog held. He worked his magic in mysterious ways.

George was a greeter. Walmart greeters should take lessons. He always said goodbye and he always said hello. He would meet me at the door with an enormous, loud, very loud bark and jump up to kiss me on my nose. Keep in mind that this was also whenever I went just to check the mail. Some might say it was because I always gave him a cookie when I left and when I came home. I choose to believe that George was just happy to see me.


George knew when he was a bad boy. He knew how to talk back. If he accidentally nipped you in rough play and you screeched, George would screech right back in that high pitched bark he had. He knew. But he also knew that he was talking back. And George always talked back.

Brushing him was a chore, though it was not hard to brush him. George’s hair was like people’s hair and fairly easy to comb. However if I did manage to snag him he always showed me his teeth. And sometimes he would try to nip me. (I know if he wanted to get me, he could have.) And when I made him turn around on the table, he did it grudgingly and he always gave me that bark. First a big, gruff bark, and then a high pitched bark, and then he’d stick his massive head with those big brown eyes into my face and lick it.  He was sorry for being mean. Really sorry. And he would feel really, really bad.   And the funny thing is that I knew he really did.

As much as George hated little aches and pains, during this last week I’ve never seen a stronger, more stoic dog. He tolerated not breathing until he couldn’t tolerate it anymore. Even in his last hour he barked at the boy walking down the sidewalk. He barked when the vet walked in the door. George was protecting his turf. George was protecting me.


Even Manservant was allowed to pet George in those last days. George always knew Manservant loved him but I’m not sure that Manservant knew how much he loved George.

George had a love/hate relationship with Alex. When Alex was younger and came into the bedroom to tell me good night, George would chase him out the door, nipping at his heels. He stopped as he approached middle age and we never quite knew why. I think it was because George wanted me all for himself. Or maybe it was his way of saying to Alex, “Hey, I’ve got my eye on you.” I’m not sure we’ll ever know but I’m also not sure that Alex will ever stopping looking both ways before he leaves our bedroom.

What I do know is that George loved to be on the bed. In his next life I hope he comes back as a lap dog. When he was sitting with you he wasn’t just sitting with you. He was sitting on you. He was in charge of you. He wanted your full, undivided attention and he made sure you knew it. He laid on you. He sat on you; until he got too hot and moved off. It was hard to read or watch TV if George was near. Those quiet times were his favorite times. Once you were in one spot it was like an invitation that George took advantage of. He had you where he wanted you.


It was just a week ago Wednesday that I took George to see Jeff and David, our beloved vets. They’ve seen a lot of George lately. It was last year that we discovered George had Cushing’s disease. I thought we were going to lose him then. George had never been sick a day in his life and that scared me. But these guys figured it out and with some expensive meds, George was fine. So last week when George was panting and stopped eating, I decided we best get him to his friends.

After not too many tests, it was discovered that George had lung cancer. It probably spread from somewhere else. There wasn’t a great need to find out as at that point there was nothing we could do. Nothing except try to get him to eat. Nothing except try to make him comfortable. Nothing except to love him and pet him and sleep with him. There was nothing we could do.

George did it all. He went for 2 1/2 days without eating last week and last Friday he had his last meal of roast chicken. By yesterday I knew it was time. Imagine being suffocated for days on end. That’s what George was experiencing. He couldn’t catch his breath. But he never showed fear. He never showed pain. He only showed concern for us as if to question what all this fuss was about. And so he took care of me. Until the end. Jeff suggested that maybe George knew his job was done. After all, my manservant is embarking on a new job with a new beginning. George got me to this new beginning. Maybe George knew. Maybe George didn’t. George was just doing his job.


Last night was lonely. Last night he wasn’t there. When I woke during the night his furry black body wasn’t laying in the bed beside me.  He didn’t get out of it when I walked to the bathroom. He didn’t come to the throne to receive his pet. He was gone. And he fought it until he just couldn’t fight it anymore. He was my champ. He was my giant dog that stood ten inches tall. He was my king. He was my dog. And I was his human.


A Baby Burger
Yield:  1 serving
Time: 10 minutes

1/8 lb of grass fed beef
1/2 T of butter
Salt to taste

Form beef into a patty. Pan fry or grill until medium rare. Crumble into pieces. Serve to a treasured member of your family. Pet them and tell them you love them.


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  • Bobbi Burleson - Bobbi's Kozy Kitchen
    February 16, 2016 at 9:17 pm

    WOW I just found your post on Kim's FB and wanted to check out what a Skye was like. George sounds like an amazing dog! We lost our 1st boxer mix a couple of years ago to cancer and his last month was the same way. The Dr put him on prednisone to perk up his appetite, and we fed him anything and everything he wanted, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and gravy, cheeseburgers, spaghetti, you name it. We no have a new boxer mix, a 6 year old that we got from a rescue, but Barney will always be my boy. I would like to think that George and Barney are somewhere playing together!

  • Holly Van de Water
    February 18, 2014 at 7:43 am

    Not a dry eye here. It is said in the Skye world your skye owns you. You understand. It is a unconditional love. Different from any other. George will be deeply missed. When your ready to be owned again you know where to go to find a skye to give you reason to Carrie on. Hugs my friend your family now. Please find Peace in your memories. From someone who is Skye owned and wouldn't have it any other way.

  • Holly Van de Water
    February 18, 2014 at 7:43 am

    Your family now. Once you are owned by a Skye you understand the unconditional love of a Skye. When you are ready to be loved again you know where to go . Rip George in the mist on the Isle of Skye.

  • Holly Van de Water
    February 18, 2014 at 7:38 am

    Not a dry eye here. It is said in the Skye world your skye owns you. You understand. It is a unconditional love. Different from any other. George will be deeply missed. When your ready to be owned again you know where to go to find a skye to give you reason to Carrie on. Hugs my friend your family now. Please find Peace in your memories. From someone who is Skye owned and wouldn't have it any other way.

  • [email protected]
    February 18, 2014 at 6:03 am

    Your writing made me feel great happiness, like George was my dog, too. And then deep sadness and tears.. as we also just recently lost our French Bulldog Bado to a brain tumor, and my 13 year old Maltese Dumpling (my King) is suffering from heart failure. I have full comprehension of the profound emotion behind every vocabularies that you use. I actually don't think I'd be this crushed if my parents were gone… You made me feel like I've loved George, too, that I've spent a lifetime with him, too. Sending love your way, and here's to our Kings and Queens.

  • Barb | Creative Culinary
    February 15, 2014 at 6:49 pm

    Abbe, I am so very sorry for your loss. Having been lucky enough to meet George and see your relationship makes your words even more poignant. George was a beautiful dog and I know how missed he will be; so very glad you already have another pal in place to help you heal. Take good care, I'm thinking of you. XOXO

    February 14, 2014 at 3:57 am

    What a wonderful tribute for your companion, Abbe. I am so very sorry to learn that he's no longer at your side. George sounds like a very special dog and how lucky was he to have chosen you and your family to adopt! Having been where you are now, I know how deep the hurt runs. I'm glad you've got Freddie to care for and to shower with love and to hold your attention. Hang in there, Abbe. It will get better. In sympathy, (Chgo)John

  • Shelley @ Two Healthy Kitchens
    February 13, 2014 at 4:42 pm

    Oh, Abbe. I am so, so sorry. I am just sobbing my eyes out, my heart breaking for you. We lost our own little black pup of nearly sixteen years a couple of years ago, and I could relate to every bit of the love, the loyalty, the stoic and unwavering determination that George had in that furry, darling body. And I felt all the sadness in your words, the pain in losing a friend so unique and so treasured. Just as you were lucky to have George, George was lucky to have you, his human who loved and adored him.

  • Alma Lopez
    February 13, 2014 at 4:28 am

    Wow! This is an excellent blog post. Honestly, every time I read something this long, my mind tends to wander off a bit but the way you wrote is just captivating. I have a dog myself, a 7 month old Blue Heeler. He's the first dog I've ever loved (and kept) past the puppy face stage. I can't really picture myself losing him so it's no surprise that George's story moved me to tears. My condolences to you, stay strong! #SITSBlogging

  • Anonymous
    February 12, 2014 at 12:11 pm

    Sorry or your loss. Your dog was beautiful! Such wonderful memories!!

  • Daniela Grimburg
    February 12, 2014 at 3:02 am

    Oh Abbe, so sorry to hear about your loss.
    We just went through pretty much the same situation with our beloved Beagle
    It's so sad because its like loosing a family member.
    Thank you for sharing this post with us!

  • Anna and Liz Recipes
    February 11, 2014 at 3:17 pm

    Dear Abbe,
    So sorry for your loss! We have friends who just lost their dog to cancer as well. We believe its the additives, preservatives and all the chemicals these companies are putting into the dog these days and are killing our pets. Cancer is are the rise these past few years among animals. Years ago, our pets lived to their full life span, but sadly not anymore. We hope you will get another dog soon.

  • Amy
    February 11, 2014 at 9:26 pm

    So sorry for your loss. Its amazing how much a fur baby can touch your life! My pups is like that too – always by my side when we're home… and even more so since I have become pregnant. Thank you for the baby burger recipe… I bet my pup will love to try it

  • The Southern Fried Bride
    February 11, 2014 at 8:16 pm

    I really enjoyed this post. Thank you for the inspiration!


  • The Southern Fried Bride
    February 11, 2014 at 8:12 pm

    I really enjoyed this post. Thank you for the inspiration sharing the story of your beloved George.


  • Alison Agnew
    February 11, 2014 at 7:06 pm

    What a sweet boy your George clearly was. It is amazing the love that our pets give us, and how they wiggle their way into our hearts. So sorry for your loss!



  • Juliana
    February 11, 2014 at 6:29 pm

    Oh Abbe…I am so sorry to read about your loss…I can only imagine what you are going through…

  • anne @ wit wisdom and food
    February 11, 2014 at 4:21 am

    I am so very sorry for your loss. He sounds like he was a great buddy during some tough times. Visiting from SITS Comment Love Tribe!

  • Alexa B
    February 11, 2014 at 10:41 am

    Oh my goodness, I was a total mess by the end of this post. I am so sorry for your loss. We just got our first dog, and I am just starting to understand that companionship, and I hurt for you. 🙁 #SITSBlogging

  • Terra Heck
    February 11, 2014 at 10:09 am

    George was a very pretty dog. Sounds like he made a perfect pet companion. I'm so sorry for your loss. We lost our dog on Christmas day, for whatever unknown reason. I never thought I was much of an animal person until the day Cisco passed away. My heart still breaks. A few weeks ago we welcomed another pup into our home and she's already bringing me great joy.

  • Hausfrau
    February 11, 2014 at 9:10 am

    What a beautiful tribute to a lovely companion! You've made me cry this morning.

  • Andrea Kruse
    February 11, 2014 at 6:35 am

    What a beautiful dog and a beautiful love story. I am so sorry for your loss. I couldn't imagine how quiet the house is without your constant companion. #SITSBlogging

  • Ahleessa C
    February 11, 2014 at 6:32 am

    I'm sorry for your loss! This post makes me sad, because my sweet baby boy meant the world to me. I can understand your what you are going through. You and your family are in my thoughts.

  • Ashley Freitas
    February 11, 2014 at 5:08 am

    I'm sorry for your loss. George seemed like an amazing companion! Your story was very touching and I loved your recipe at the end.

  • Adriana Db
    February 10, 2014 at 10:05 pm

    Oh I´m really sorry about your loss. George was so lucky to have you and will always live in your hearts.


  • Adelina Priddis
    February 11, 2014 at 4:39 am

    What a touching tribute. I'm not much of an animal person, but I know we'll be getting a dog for my kids and husband once we have the space for it. I hope we find one as good as George.

  • Colleen
    February 11, 2014 at 4:15 am

    I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my precious dog two years ago. It is such a hard, hard thing. They become such a part of your life.

  • Aisha
    February 11, 2014 at 4:14 am

    What a beautiful dog. I'm sorry you don't have George anymore. Must be hard to writing this in memory of him. It makes me want to get my kids a dog. #SITSBlogging.

  • Mommy Mafia
    February 11, 2014 at 3:52 am

    This was such a beautiful and loving tribute to George. I'm so sorry for your loss. *hugs*

  • Nikki
    February 10, 2014 at 8:37 pm

    What a sweet post! I'm so sorry for your loss! I have two cats and I love them like little children. They are a part of my family. So, I can only imagine how you are feeling. *hugs*

  • Angela
    February 11, 2014 at 3:20 am

    I am so very sorry for your loss. There is no pain like the pain we feel when we grieve for our furry family members. Visiting from SITS Comment Love Tribe!

  • Alison @ Horseshoes & Hand Grenades
    February 11, 2014 at 2:50 am

    Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry for your loss… I am honestly crying as I type this, and not just for your loss, for mine. I know all too well what you're going through as I had to make this very difficult decision to let my own best friend of 12 years go just a couple of months ago. Reading your story and all the trials you went through with George reminded me so much of my constant, my Ozzy, through some good, bad, and down right ugly times in my own life. Thank you for sharing this story. #SITSBlogging

  • Amee Sandhu
    February 11, 2014 at 2:26 am

    Oooh so sad, and touching and I'm in tears. I'm such an animal lover. He was as blessed to have you as you were to have him. Gosh, such a character from what I read. My heart goes out to you and your loss of George. Sweet pup.

  • Amber @ From ABC's to ACT's
    February 11, 2014 at 2:01 am

    I am so sorry for your loss. We lost our cat last year. She was my birthday present for my 9th birthday and I am now 27. She was with us for a long time and she gave those last few days everything she had but you could tell that she was in pain and there was nothing more we could do. I miss her everyday but I know that she is no longer suffering and that helps me through. Keep your photos of George close and go through them when you miss him most. That always helps when I need to remember all of the wonderful memories we had.

  • Alison
    February 10, 2014 at 6:31 pm

    I'm so sorry about George, Abbe. Been there, experienced that pain. Praying for your family as you go through this difficult time.

  • Emmy
    February 11, 2014 at 1:14 am

    I am so so sorry. He seems like he was an amazing dog and yes so interesting looking for sure. What a beautiful tribute. Came from the #Sitsblogging

  • Alecia
    February 11, 2014 at 12:58 am

    That was a beautiful post and tribute your George. Made me cry as I know all to well that lonely feeling the first few nights when they are no longer there. What a great life he had. Our dogs are not just dogs – they are special gifts and I treasure every day with my 3. I have one that is our Sr gal and I know her days are numbered – so I treasure each greeting, each wag, and each snuggle because I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Thank you for sharing your story of George.

  • Gailyc Braunstein
    February 11, 2014 at 12:29 am

    Hi Abbe, New visitor from SITS Girls, and now I'm crying. I was so touched by your tribute to George; how lucky he was to have had you as his human. George will be with you forever in your heart. Sending hugs. #sitsblogging

  • Darrica Jackson
    February 10, 2014 at 4:09 pm

    I'm so sorry about your loss. Thank you so much for a beautiful story.

  • Amanda
    February 10, 2014 at 10:56 pm

    Oh man I am so sorry about your dog George. My fur baby means the world to me and I understand what you are going through. My thoughts are with you. May George rest in heavenly peace. Btw did you ever read the book Heaven is for Real. I loved that they talked about us being reunited with our pets again someday.

  • Laurie
    February 10, 2014 at 10:54 pm

    I love the "recipe" 1 black terrier and a family of four…and isn't that how it always goes…years seem to fly by. #SITSBLOGGING

  • Midnight Cowgirl
    February 10, 2014 at 10:47 pm

    How sad, but what a sweet way to remember him.

  • Simply Kiersten
    February 10, 2014 at 10:44 pm

    I am so sorry for your loss! We recently lost our Corgi, Henry, that was ten years old and we had him since he was six months old. #SITSBlogging

  • KLPMiller
    February 10, 2014 at 9:45 pm

    They really are members of the family, and it is beyond hard to lose one. Im so sorry that you had to go through that pain, but you were blessed with quite a few years of joy, and that makes everything worth it.

  • The Winey Mom
    February 10, 2014 at 9:30 pm

    What am amazing, loving tribute to him. George was so lucky to have you as his humans. Now I have to go get some tissues, so excuse me. Hugs to you and your family….

  • Life with Kaishon
    February 10, 2014 at 9:18 pm

    What a beautiful dog. I loved this post. I am sitting at work crying and crying. Thank you for sharing. I am so sorry for your loss. George will always be in your heart.

  • Alexis
    February 10, 2014 at 2:00 pm

    I'm so sorry for your loss. Saying goodbye to a furry family member is never easy. George sounds like a wonderful dog and it's clear he was deeply loved!

  • Epic
    February 10, 2014 at 8:51 pm

    I'm so sorry for your loss. George was a beautiful part of your family.

  • AJ
    February 10, 2014 at 8:42 pm

    This is so heartbreaking and so lovingly written. I almost miss him, too. So sorry for your loss.

  • Albion
    February 10, 2014 at 7:52 pm

    I am so sorry for your loss. What a beautiful post. I'm in tears. My constant companion was Boston, who died two years ago, and I still miss her so much. Thank you for sharing George's story with us. #SITSBlogging

  • EstheticGoddess
    February 10, 2014 at 7:42 pm

    So sorry for your loss. Our animals become part of our family and our hearts forever.

  • Alissa
    February 10, 2014 at 6:58 pm

    Love all the photos and great memories!

    {stopping by from SITS}

  • GJT
    February 10, 2014 at 6:46 pm

    What a very sweet and poignant tribute to what seemed to be an incredible friend. I'm sorry to hear of your loss.

  • Alli @ Diapers-n-Heels
    February 10, 2014 at 6:39 pm

    I am so incredibly sorry about your loss.

  • Angella
    February 10, 2014 at 6:27 pm

    So sorry to hear about your dog. George sounds like a great companion. I lost my two Chihuahuas in 2011 and it has been one of the hardest things to get over. Dogs are more than animals for sure. Beautiful entry you've written here. #SITSBlogging

  • Karen Cote
    February 10, 2014 at 6:17 pm

    This choked me up. we just lost our little black pug of 15 years last year. The pain never leaves. She was part of our family. Sounds like the space that George occupied will be felt for years to come. #SITSBlogging

  • Angela
    February 10, 2014 at 5:33 pm

    I'm so sorry to read about your loss, Abbe. George sounds like an exceptional dog–I loved hearing that he was your barometer…a true best friend tuned into your moods. You wrote a beautiful tribute to him.


  • Trish
    February 10, 2014 at 5:12 pm

    I'm so sorry for your loss. #SITSblogging

  • Rabia Lieber
    February 10, 2014 at 4:28 pm

    I'm so sorry to hear about your dog. He sounds like he was a treasured member of your family. I pray that good memories will sustain you!


  • Aimee Fauci
    February 10, 2014 at 3:29 pm

    what a beautiful and eloquent story… so lovely.

  • Ann
    February 10, 2014 at 3:18 pm

    I am so sorry. We lost a dog two years ago and I was heartbroken. We just got a new puppy a month ago and I thought I would try to not fall in love so my heart wouldn't ache so bad when we lose him but that's not how it works. My heart is officially stolen. Thanks for sharing your memories with us.

  • Becky Smith
    February 10, 2014 at 3:02 pm

    Such a sweet, sweet post. As a dog lover who said goodbye to a beloved Maltese last year, I was right there with you through the whole thing. You were blessed. George was blessed. A good thing.

  • Angie
    February 10, 2014 at 2:56 pm

    So sorry, Abbe. Your blog community is with you. Hugs.

  • workingonworkingmom
    February 10, 2014 at 2:46 pm

    This is a beautiful tribute to George. I am so sorry for your loss. I have two Japanese Chins and we try to savor every day with them. Sending healing thoughts to you and your family.

  • Lynda Benson
    February 10, 2014 at 2:38 pm

    It is difficult when we lose our pets and I think only pet owners get that. George was a very lucky dog and I am so sorry for your loss.

  • Kita
    February 10, 2014 at 2:10 pm

    I am so sorry for your loss I didn't think I could get through the rest but I am glad you have so many great memories.

  • Alison
    February 10, 2014 at 2:10 pm

    Just as you were lucky to have George, George was obviously very lucky to have you as his human. I'm so very sorry for your loss and my heart completely aches for you. We lost our black lab after 11 years when he developed lymphoma and it was the most devastating moment of my life. I felt like I lost everything when we had to say goodbye.. Stay strong and know that he's finally at peace.

  • Angel Allen
    February 10, 2014 at 2:08 pm

    What a bitter-sweet story. I'm so sorry to hear about George. We have 4 little bosses in our home and my oldest is 20 and I can't imagine him leaving us. I'm his person and it's so funny that he chased Alex because that's why my little man did to my oldest daughter. I'm visiting from the SITS love and I'm so glad I found your blog.
    PS: I'm your newest follower on all your social sites

  • JDaniel4's Mom
    February 10, 2014 at 2:03 pm

    I am so sorry for you loss. George sounds like he touched our lives in a mighty way!

  • Why Rome?
    February 10, 2014 at 1:54 pm

    So sorry for your loss. Such a beautiful post in memory of George. I have a furry baby boy too, and can't imagine life without him.

  • Liz Berg
    February 9, 2014 at 7:40 pm

    I am so sorry, Abbe. We are getting near that point with Lambeau and your post brought tears to my eyes. Thinking of you…

  • Guru Uru
    February 8, 2014 at 10:10 pm

    This is a beautiful tribute to George, he sounds like he was an incredible companion. I am so sorry for your loss.


  • Laura Dembowski
    February 8, 2014 at 5:36 pm

    I'm so sorry to hear about George. He sounds like a great dog and a true part of your family. It must have been great to have a companion by your side no matter what. We should all be so lucky!

  • Maureen | Orgasmic Chef
    February 8, 2014 at 8:07 am

    Oh you beautiful woman. I would have loved to have known George – he sounds so much like my Charlie. The doorbell's always for the dog, isn't it?

    I'm so sorry for your loss but filled with joy that George was in your life for all that time.

  • vanillasugarblog
    February 8, 2014 at 12:16 am

    Oh no, I'm so sorry honey.
    One never knows what to say in these times, but the pain does lessen over time and is replaced with all those happy memories.

  • ManicureMaven
    February 7, 2014 at 5:12 pm

    I'm so sorry for your loss. I've been speaking with Zoe a lot the last week or so and I know how much she is hurting. I love you all and I know that George meant the world to you. It's hard to prepare for these inevitable moments of loss and grief; in fact, it's impossible. As a dog mother and animal lover, my heart goes out to the Odenwalder Family. "Ha' makom yemalei chesroncha" – may the Eternal fill your loss.

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 10:15 pm

      You are too kind, Liz and a great friend to Zoe. I wish you would have had the chance to meet George. He was truly outstanding. And Liz-have you ever thought of rabbinical school?

  • Biz
    February 7, 2014 at 4:09 pm

    Having just rehashed putting our dog down a year ago after having him for nearly 15 years, I have tears welled up in my eyes after reading this post. King George most definitely was your companion – through the good times and bad. I loved every word of this – hugs to you Abbe!!

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 10:18 pm

      I read it Biz. You had 15 years? Wow! I would have been thrilled to have another day. George really gave us his all and I couldn't have asked for a better one to love me. Hugs to you, too!

  • shannon weber
    February 7, 2014 at 12:14 pm

    Oh, Abbe, i'm so sorry: losing a beloved friend is never easy, human or animal. What a lovely way to honor his memory, and I hope you're taking some time and doing okay. So sorry for your loss.

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 10:20 pm

      Thanks Shannon. Time is passing slowly, getting back to normal will be tough, but Freddie is stepping up. Thank you for your thoughts.

  • Amy (Savory Moments)
    February 7, 2014 at 11:33 am

    Oh, what a lovely tribute. I'm so sorry to hear about this. Take care!

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 10:22 pm

      Thank you Amy, for your kind words. Tributes never seem like enough, but he is something I want to never forget.

  • Angie Schneider
    February 7, 2014 at 4:41 am

    So so sorry to hear about this, Abbe. (((HUG)))

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 10:23 pm

      Thanks, Angie. I'm going to take that as 4 hugs and they will be used well.

  • Ansh
    February 7, 2014 at 1:33 am

    I can feel how much you loved George! I am so sorry he is gone. Sending you healing thoughts

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 10:27 pm

      Oh, Ansh. I loved him a lot and I wasn't ready for the suddenness of this. Healing thoughts are much appreciated. Thank you.

  • Kitchen Riffs
    February 6, 2014 at 11:26 pm

    So sad — a truly touching store. Pets become more real than some humans over time. We lost a cat about a year ago (almost to the day). It was a shock, because he was way to young — but he had pancreatic cancer and was in pain. Like George, he loved to bring us snakes in his mouth! Unlike George, he never got out of the habit. Sorry for the hurt I know you feel, but you have lovely memories of George. Thanks for telling us all about him.

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 12:08 am

      Clarence, Jangles and Pussy were cats. I loved them as much as I loved my dogs. I'm so sorry about your cat, John. I hope you found a new one to fill the void. I'm grateful we now have Freddie. At least I still have someone to cuddle. Snakes? A cat? They are supposed to catch mice!

  • tammy
    February 6, 2014 at 11:10 pm

    We had German Shepherds but when my youngest daughter (#4 of 4 daughters) was 7 years old she saw a picture of a Skye Terrier and wanted one. We got one and had him for about 12 years. He got stomach cancer and we finally had to put him to sleep. He was a very good dog though.

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 12:06 am

      Sounds like we have a lot in common, Tammy. My daughter, at the age of eight, also saw a picture of a Skye and that's how we got our first one. Sounds like they have something in common, too. Thanks for sharing. They are awesome dogs, aren't they?

  • Nazneen Hamilton
    February 6, 2014 at 10:31 pm

    So, so sorry Abbe! I was going to email you today because I hadn't heard from you and wanted to see if everything was alright. I'm really sorry for your loss. I've never had pets to know a loss, but I've lost family members and it can't be any different. Hopefully, George's wonderful memories will keep you strong. Many, many hugs xxxx

    • Abbe Odenwalder
      February 7, 2014 at 12:03 am

      Thanks Nazneen. I'm not taking it so well, but it did help to write it down. Let's plan on talking next week!