Midnite




BEFORE YOU GO
TO MIDNITE

3-14-83 to 8-15-98

I guess its time to say good-bye
To my first real "baby".
You're the one who's always been there
to dry my tears and protect me.
We shared so much in your 15 years
and with me you struggled through.
You always brought me so much love
and gave more of yourself than I knew.
So now its my turn to be here for you,
to dry your tears and protect you.
My heart aches as I watch you go,
even knowing that its best.
Go on now, Midnite and fly away.
Take good care and be free.
Chase all the bubbles in the sky
Run, jump and just be happy.
Go ahead my sweet little dog,
Bark at the wind and the leaves.
Eat all the treats you can hold,
For you are young again and pain free.
But a moment, my four legged friend,
Before you go on to Heaven.
Just a thought to keep near you heart...
Thank you for loving me,
unconditionally...
I love you, good-bye.

We love and miss you so much Midnite, Jay and Brandon Westervelt

I got Midnite when she was just four months old in 1983. She was a beautiful Cocker Spaniel and full of life and love. She was always there for me when I was happy or sad or just crazy about life. She lived 15 and a half years and enjoyed every bit of it. I could tell you stories of her for hours. She loved food, especially McDonalds! We always celebrated her birthday with lots of doggy treats and presents she loved to unwrap herself. She really loved to chase bubbles in the backyard. We sometimes caught her trying to drink the bubbles before we even had the chance to blow them for her. When my son was about 13 months old Midnite helped him learn to walk. She would let him hold on to her and he would go right along with her. They were the best of friends.

Midnite could do all kinds of tricks too, roll over, dance, beg, shake hands and even play dead...except her little stubby tail would always wag when she did....just a joy to have in my life. I got a kitten when she was about 8 years old and that cat was her baby. The silly cat would even try to nurse off Midnite...that a funny one! They really got along well. They used to fall sleep together, like mother and pup.

Midnite survived all kinds of things too. She once had surgery for a hernia and while recovering she ran out of the house, across the street and proceeded to jump a cement wall, not knowing that it was an open basement for a new house. But, Midnite wasn't even scratched! She was a little shocked when she discovered the bottom though! I was so scared! The guys working in the basement were just as shocked as she was! But, through everything, and there's lots more, she just loved to be alive. She showed me how to enjoy every moment of life. I loved her and still love and miss her so much. In August of 1998 she had a stroke at some point and lost partial use of her back legs. Then soon after that she began bleeding through her stools and I knew it was time. I took her to the vet just dreading the inevitable. That night I laid with her on the floor and gave her droppers full of chicken broth and comforted her the best I could. I knew she needed to go. I could tell she was tired and her poor little body was giving up. The next day I held her as the vet put her to sleep. I felt her spirit flow through me as it went on to heaven. I knew she was at peace. But, I felt so lost and cried for months.

Our cat cried for months too. We still miss her. On the one year anniversary of her death I made a stepping stone with her name and tags and collar for my garden. I blew bubbles in the air and cried. And wrote the following honoring her once again.