Marley on her 7th Birthday
The love of my life was an angel in a puppy-suit named Marley. She was my baby, my life, my world, my everything. If you believe a soulmate is the joining of two souls that find each other through all of eternity and make one perfect match, she was it for me.
Today is Marley’s birthday, and I wanted to do a special post to honor her and to wish her a Happy Birthday. I always made such a big deal out of her birthdays, especially after I was told I would lose her at an early age because of her liver disease…each birthday was a victory. And she was SO easy to spoil. She was so sweet and so happy and so easy to love.
If you have time, please take 3 minutes and listen to this special song…it really sets the tone for this post…and I was SO proud of myself for figuring out how to put it in!!! This song ALWAYS meant Marley to me, especially now after I lost her. (Reminder…if you play it with the arrow in the lower left corner instead of the big one in the center you’ll stay here in the post instead of going to YouTube.)
I knew I was getting Marley weeks before she was actually old enough to come home. The day the call came that I could come get her, I was making bread (yes, I USED to cook!). I left it rising in the oven, I didn’t care if it exploded…I was going to get my puppy! I drove all the way into town, but there had been some sort of delay. I ended up walking the aisles of the hardware store next door for an hour or two while I anxiously waited. But finally the puppies were there. I knew the moment I saw her that she was meant to be mine.
Happily I took her home, and I was eager to begin our new relationship, but she was less sure. She spent the day hiding under the kitchen table, curled up with an old purple ski hat!
But soon we were happily walking together along the River…something we would love to share for our lifetime together. Her first time coming up the Riverbank she almost made it to the top and then she tumbled head over heals backwards…I helped her back up then as she reached the top I snapped this picture…
This post would not be complete without the picture of her first time in the River…It’s like baby’s Christening…and it’s my FAVORITE baby picture…
Marley was such a happy puppy. She used to like to “hold my hand” when we walked outside…she’d take the edge of my sleeve gently in her teeth and just skip along beside me. It was hard to get pictures of her because as soon as she saw me she came to me.
When Marley was one we had the adventure of a lifetime and drove the Alaska Highway! It was amazing and Marley made friends all along the way. At one hotel she was so popular that they sent a special room service tray just for her! When we returned to Bozeman 10 months later we ended up living in the car for 4 months, but even then she was happy and I was happy because we were together. And in the crisp fall Canyon mornings we walked quietly beside the River enjoying the beauty surrounding us and the beauty of what we shared.
We loved to play silly games like hide and seek, or dancing around together, or chasing toys.
We could simply disappear into each other, so that nothing in the whole world existed except us and our joy and our love for each other.
When Marley was two she was diagnosed with degenerative liver disease and I was told that she would not live to the age of 5. This was devastating. I did TONS of research, did everything I could possibly do for her, had the help of a different, wonderful vet who believed in her, and I am very happy to tell you that she lived to be 13 1/2 years old!
There are two flowers that will always mean Marley to me, white daisies and yellow roses. White daisies because they are fresh and sweet and innocent like she was, and because they grow wild along our River. Many times I would see Marley sitting, surrounded by daisies, feet wet from the River, brown eyes shining with happiness. Yellow roses because she loved them so. We had a little yellow rose bush at our house in Colorado that put out the most fragrant yellow roses. Marley used to go up to it, close her eyes and stretch her nose out to the newest bloom and sniff just as deep as she could, then she’d sigh with utter delight. It was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen.
Marley always preferred to be close to me. Even when we were walking by the River or hiking, she would stay by my side instead of running ahead as dogs usually do. And, if I sat down to watch the River or read a book, she’d lay next to me instead of exploring. We were only apart a total of 15 nights in 13 1/2 years. I was told over the telephone each night that she was ok, but I’m not sure I was. We avoided separation…the cost to our hearts was simply too great.
Marley’s last time at the River
Marley filled my heart and my life. Her liver disease with its occasional crisis brought an acute awareness that someday I would have to let her go. It also caused me to treasure all the more every moment of time that we shared. The pain in my heart living without her is only slightly lessened by the absolute knowledge that Marley is safe in heavenly realms, and I know she is sitting at the very edge watching and waiting, and the first thing I will see when it is my turn to move beyond these earthly bounds will be her beautiful smiling face and shining brown eyes, and once again she will take my hand gently in her mouth and side by side we’ll continue our journey home.
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