Parker

[KimW]

I received an email this morning, one that I knew I didn't want to open up as soon as I saw the title, "Parker".

It is with a heavy heart that I bid farewell to sweet Parker. He was blessed with a loving family that took him in knowing his limitations and had the wisdom to know when it was time to let him go.

Parker's original diagnosis of cerebellar hypoplasia was adjusted when they noticed his condition deteriorating. It was upgraded to the more progressive form.

John and Judy gave him a wonderful life, and for that I am eternally grateful.

Rest in peace, dear sweet Parker. You were loved by many. Every person that came in contact with you, be it the persons who helped with your transport, or the fosters who nurtured you on your way, were touched by your gentle spirit.

I will keep you in my heart always

[ajones]

Oh, I am sorry to hear this news...my heart sunk when I saw the section where Parker's thread was posted.

Rest in peace, sweet Parker, and good wishes for his family to heal from his loss. They were so generous to adopt him knowing their hearts would be broken sooner than they'd have liked.

[PSmitty]

Rest in peace, sweet boy.

[kgunther]

I am so sorry to hear this news. Parker was clearly very special and so was his family. I hope they can find comfort in knowing what a blessing they were to him for giving him the love and support he deserved. I have no doubt that he was and still is very grateful to them. He carries that love with him now at the Bridge.

Rest in peace sweet Parker.

Kristy

[BustopherJones]

THE LITTLE DOG ANGEL

High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog-angel waits.
With the other dogs he will not play,
But he sits alone at the Gates.

"For I know my master will come," says he
"And when he comes, he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gate alone;

"But I know if I just wait patiently
That someday my Master will come," says he.

And his Master far down on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there;

And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his Master's call he hears.

And I know when at length his Master 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 his soul while he's still in the dark.

~ Norah M. Holland, c.1870

Via con Dios, Parker.

[joe]

So sad, R.I.P. Parker......

[Wendy M]

Run free at the bridge, sweet Parker!

-Wendy M.