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On Monday we had to put Jetta down. She was around 16 and was doing fine up until Sunday afternoon. I knew something not good was wrong with her by the way she was acting. I took her to work right after the agility trial I was at and did x-rays and bloodwork. An hour after getting barium, it was still all in the stomach. Long story short, Monday we discovered she had a mast cell tumor elsewhere and the vet figured it had metastasized to her intestines and blocked them. I knew it was time, she was in so much pain and I couldn't do anything else for her. I had to wait for my mom to come back from the cabin so she could say goodbye (Jetta normally lived with them now). Below is a poem my mom wrote about her, it makes me tear up to read it.


Jetta – a Farewell Tribute


There in the last kennel sat a jet black little pup

So quiet, so sad, when her brown eyes looked up

And then a small movement down by her feet

And a tiny black puppy emerged for a peek.


A mother so young, not much past a year

And yet she now had eight puppies to rear

We knew right then that she would be our own

And in October ‘95 we did bring her home.


This dog seemed so sad, just no will to move

And by the next day she did not improve

The Vet said “It’s Parvo, this virus can kill”

But she fought it so hard with such a strong will.


And so little “Jetta” joined the Harman family

Such a cute little face, she was as good as can be

No barking, no mess, so gentle with each toy

With unconditional love, she brought us such joy.


She “helped” open pressies with surprising delight

She “saved” us from spiders that surfaced at night

She greeted us so eagerly at the door every day

With her curled tail wagging, she was eager to play.


Despite her small size, her personality was grand

She loved doing her tricks for the treat in your hand

Showing attitude one minute, then eager to please

She conquered – if willing - the trial course with ease.


And now we look back – where has the time gone?

It’s been 15 years, and in dog years that’s long

Our sweet little Jetta now showing these years

Still struggling on bravely, delaying our fears.


On June 7, 2010 her fight came to an end

And we did say good bye to our beloved little friend

The memories we have will forever burn bright

Even though we may shed a tear late at night.


Jetta, you were the best “first” dog a family could own

You brought so much love to our lives, to our home

Thank you, Jettie, we will miss you so much

Your floppy little ears and your soft velvet touch.


Will miss the pitter patter of your feet along the hall

You were Mummy’s little shadow, never far at all

So Rest in Peace in doggy heaven, free from any pain

And one day we’ll join together to walk the trails again.


Luv always, Mummy, Daddy, Sarah & Kate

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Jetta certainly had a wonderful life with the family who chose to make her their own. While 15 years is a long time, it's never long enough. Jetta will join a lot of good dogs at the Rainbow Bridge...run free Jetta...run free.

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My sympathies to you and your family - it's clear that while Jetta may have had a rough start to her life, she fell into clover when she found your family. Your mom's poem was definitely a heartfelt tribute to the special dog who contributed much love to your family.

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High up in the courts of Heaven today

A little dog-angel waits.

With the other dogs she will not play,

She just sits alone at the Gates.


”For I know my Mistress will come”, says she,

”And when she comes, she will call for me.”


She sees the spirits that pass her by

As they hasten towards the throne,

And she watches them with a wistful eye

As she sits at the gate alone;


"But I know if I just wait patiently

That someday my Mistress will come," says she.


And her Mistress far down on the earth below,

As she sits in her easy chair

Forgets sometimes, and she whistles low

For the dog that is not there;


And the little dog-angel cocks her ears

And dreams that her Mistress' call she hears.


And I know when at length her Mistress waits

Outside in the dark and cold

For the hand of Death to open the gates

That lead to the Courts of Gold,


The little dog-angel's eager bark

Will comfort her soul while she's still in the dark.


~ Adapted from a poem by Norah M. Holland, 1870


Via con Dios, Jetta.

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All of us send our deepest sypathy. RIP Jetta

This has helped me in the past.


The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak

And pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then will you do what must be done,

For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.

You will be sad I understand,

But don't let grief then stay your hand,

For on this day, more than the rest,

Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,

You wouldn't want me to suffer so.

When the time comes, please, let me go.

Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,

Only, stay with me till the end

And hold me firm and speak to me

Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you will agree

It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,

From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don't grieve that it must be you

Who has to decide this thing to do;

We've been so close -- we two -- these years,

Don't let your heart hold any tears.


-- Unknown

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