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Today, Friday, April 9th, 2004 at 5:40 p.m., in my loving presence, the
light of Jonah's spirit was released from his body. He has crossed the
rainbow...
Jonah and I celebrated his 12th and last birthday this past Wednesday. He was
born April 7, 1992. One of a litter of four male wire-haired fox
terrier pups, Jonah was a fat, tumbly puppy nearly all white with
a half-brown face and a big black dot at the base of his tail. Born of daddy J.D. Stealing the Thunder (Boomer) and mamma Wiskers
(Daisy), this ball of fluffy ringlets became...Jonah Thunderwhiskers.
His temperament proved to be sweet, loving, spunky and bright. But true to his
breed--when his mettle was tested, he was fearsome and tenacious--a dog
to be to be reckoned with! Jonah lived each day with unbridled
enthusiasm and endless curiosity (curiosity hath no peer like a fox
terrier!). He HAD to be "where the action is"--he wanted to see out
windows, climb on tables and counters, jump on every bed, stick his head into bags, poke things with his paw and push things with his
nose. His life motto: "CHECK IT OUT!" He was my constant shadow--no matter
where I was or what I was doing, he was there too.
Jonah had a light in his eye and joie d' vivre that could not be
ignored. His tail was electric...wagging so fast it was only a blur.
He was single-minded in focus and could not be distracted from a "mission." He loved to jump, to run, to climb, to chase and to fetch. He'd squeak his toys 'til you HAD to play with him or risk losing your mind. He was a warm bump in the bed at night (but DON'T touch him with your foot or you'd likely lose it!). On hot summer days he'd take a dip in his pool, "swimming" in circles and snorkeling--blowing bubbles in the water with his nose.
Jonah was loved by all who met him...friends and strangers alike. And in turn, he loved everybody he came in contact with. He never minded going to the vet; he got
scratches, pats and treats as he wiggled and grinned for the assistants. He loved to go
see "the girls" at The Doghouse where he would be greeted with a chorus
of "Jonaaaaaaahhh!!!" whereupon he'd dissolve in ridiculous gyrations of
joy. Jonah was a happy little fella. He loved his Teddy Grahams. He loved his "momma." He even had his "15 minutes of fame" when he was chosen out of thousands to be an "AOL Pet of the Day" with his picture posted on the AOL Pets Page for 24 hours.
Jonah was a very funny dog. He made me laugh every day even in the saddest moments. Sometimes all it would take was a long, piercing gaze with his
laser eyes and pricked ears...and I'd just have to laugh. He made people laugh everywhere he went as he grinned, squirmed and performed his tricks for any audience.
But finally, age caught up to him. Arthritis affected Jonah's hind legs
and he slowly lost control of them. Still he persevered, going anywhere he wanted to go no matter how hard he struggled to get there. That's the terrier heart; they never quit. I knew I'd have to take the batteries out of my "energizer bunny"
because he'd never give up trying. And so today...this grievous moment has come; my beloved dog is now on a new journey.
My heartfelt thanks go the The Fan Veterinary Clinic and the veterinarians and
assistants who took care of Jonah over his 12 happy, wiggly years. And many
thanks to all the girls at The Doghouse who took a scruffy looking
mongrel in and gave me back a very handsome fella who actually looked
like a fox terrier instead of a wooly sheep. And to all my family and friends who
embraced Jonah and put up with his boundless enthusiasm--my love and thanks.
Jonah was a gift and a joy held not nearly long enough. He lived his
life with pluck and fire, humor and spirit, boldness and heart. Jonah
had a good life and may he now have a good journey to where he is
unfettered of collar, leash and fence...free of unwilling legs to once again fly like the wind through Elysian fields filled with Teddy Grahams, chasing squeaky velveteen rabbits.
Jonah...my beloved wiggly boy...Godspeed on your new journey.
light of Jonah's spirit was released from his body. He has crossed the
rainbow...
Jonah and I celebrated his 12th and last birthday this past Wednesday. He was
born April 7, 1992. One of a litter of four male wire-haired fox
terrier pups, Jonah was a fat, tumbly puppy nearly all white with
a half-brown face and a big black dot at the base of his tail. Born of daddy J.D. Stealing the Thunder (Boomer) and mamma Wiskers
(Daisy), this ball of fluffy ringlets became...Jonah Thunderwhiskers.
His temperament proved to be sweet, loving, spunky and bright. But true to his
breed--when his mettle was tested, he was fearsome and tenacious--a dog
to be to be reckoned with! Jonah lived each day with unbridled
enthusiasm and endless curiosity (curiosity hath no peer like a fox
terrier!). He HAD to be "where the action is"--he wanted to see out
windows, climb on tables and counters, jump on every bed, stick his head into bags, poke things with his paw and push things with his
nose. His life motto: "CHECK IT OUT!" He was my constant shadow--no matter
where I was or what I was doing, he was there too.
Jonah had a light in his eye and joie d' vivre that could not be
ignored. His tail was electric...wagging so fast it was only a blur.
He was single-minded in focus and could not be distracted from a "mission." He loved to jump, to run, to climb, to chase and to fetch. He'd squeak his toys 'til you HAD to play with him or risk losing your mind. He was a warm bump in the bed at night (but DON'T touch him with your foot or you'd likely lose it!). On hot summer days he'd take a dip in his pool, "swimming" in circles and snorkeling--blowing bubbles in the water with his nose.
Jonah was loved by all who met him...friends and strangers alike. And in turn, he loved everybody he came in contact with. He never minded going to the vet; he got
scratches, pats and treats as he wiggled and grinned for the assistants. He loved to go
see "the girls" at The Doghouse where he would be greeted with a chorus
of "Jonaaaaaaahhh!!!" whereupon he'd dissolve in ridiculous gyrations of
joy. Jonah was a happy little fella. He loved his Teddy Grahams. He loved his "momma." He even had his "15 minutes of fame" when he was chosen out of thousands to be an "AOL Pet of the Day" with his picture posted on the AOL Pets Page for 24 hours.
Jonah was a very funny dog. He made me laugh every day even in the saddest moments. Sometimes all it would take was a long, piercing gaze with his
laser eyes and pricked ears...and I'd just have to laugh. He made people laugh everywhere he went as he grinned, squirmed and performed his tricks for any audience.
But finally, age caught up to him. Arthritis affected Jonah's hind legs
and he slowly lost control of them. Still he persevered, going anywhere he wanted to go no matter how hard he struggled to get there. That's the terrier heart; they never quit. I knew I'd have to take the batteries out of my "energizer bunny"
because he'd never give up trying. And so today...this grievous moment has come; my beloved dog is now on a new journey.
My heartfelt thanks go the The Fan Veterinary Clinic and the veterinarians and
assistants who took care of Jonah over his 12 happy, wiggly years. And many
thanks to all the girls at The Doghouse who took a scruffy looking
mongrel in and gave me back a very handsome fella who actually looked
like a fox terrier instead of a wooly sheep. And to all my family and friends who
embraced Jonah and put up with his boundless enthusiasm--my love and thanks.
Jonah was a gift and a joy held not nearly long enough. He lived his
life with pluck and fire, humor and spirit, boldness and heart. Jonah
had a good life and may he now have a good journey to where he is
unfettered of collar, leash and fence...free of unwilling legs to once again fly like the wind through Elysian fields filled with Teddy Grahams, chasing squeaky velveteen rabbits.
Jonah...my beloved wiggly boy...Godspeed on your new journey.