Sweet Holly, I don’t even know
where to begin.  After being a
big part of our lives for over
17 years, you left on your
journey to Rainbow Bridge
yesterday, February 1, 2018 at
noon.  Just a year ago you
were fighting liver failure and
the vet told us to prepare to
say goodbye.  But he wanted to
try treating you with Predisone
as he felt you wouldn’t be any
worse off.  But you rallied and
fought the hard fight and
bounced back, regaining the 6
pounds you lost.  You had a
wonderful year given as a gift
not only to you, but to me and
Dad and the rest of your
pack.  But 17 years is a long
time and try as hard as you
did, eventually things caught
up with you.  It wasn’t your
liver or your kidneys or any
other vital organ.  It was
simply a matter of old age.  
You lost your hearing first and
then your sight.  It was so
hard watching you walk into
things constantly.  But you
took it all in stride and
continued on.  But soon your
poor body could no longer hold
your weight and you started
falling down a lot.  We just
couldn’t understand when you
lost weight again.  All your
tests came back normal, which
really surprised the vet
considering your age.  You ate
4 large meals every day and
still lost weight.  This week we
gave in to the fact that old
age won even though you
fought so hard.  The night
before you left us I sat up
with you all night feeding you
Milk Bones.  Eventually you
curled up in my arms and fell
asleep.  I laid you into your
doggie bed next to me on the
big bed and your baby sister,
Jennie, crawled in with you.  
Do you think she knew this was
your last night?

I know you are at peace now
and have your sight and
hearing back again.  And you
aren’t falling down anymore.  
You are with your mother,
Bailey, and your sister, Sarah
again.   I keep telling myself
that letting you go was for the
best.  But for us your leaving
has left another big hole in our
hearts.  Run young and free
again and wait for the day we
will all be reunited.  We love

Holly's original story
continues below


When I first started thinking about writing
Sarah's Story, I realized that there is no
way that Sarah can be separated from her
sister, Holly.  I truly believe they are
actually one dog in two different bodies.  I
guess they can be described as a "matched
set" or Siamese Twins.  So their stories will
also have to be told as one.

Sarah and Holly are Jack Russell Terriers
-- sisters from the same litter.  Sarah is a
longhaired Jack Russell like her mother, and
Holly has smooth hair like her father.  They
really don't look alike at all, but to watch
them one would swear they are joined
together by some type of invisible line.  
They play together, they sleep together,
and they even walk around together.  If one
of them is running across the yard, the
other will be running right along side of her.

My daughter, Shelly, is a Jack Russell
Terrier breeder and rescuer.  Her dog,
Bailey, gave birth to eight puppies on
November 5, 2000.  Mom, John, and I
happened to be visiting her the Sunday that
the puppies arrived.  I don't think I ever
saw that many puppies come out of a dog as
small as Bailey.  All eight of them seemed to
be very healthy but one of them was
exceptionally small compared to her
siblings.  At the time I didn't think this
tiny baby would make it, but Shelly said she
would feed her supplemental feedings by
bottle until she was stronger.  Shelly
presented us with a special gift on
Christmas Day, 2000.  That was the day
Sarah became ours.

A week after Sarah came to live with us,
Shelly and Nick planned to take a short
vacation.  All the puppies had gone to new,
permanent homes except one.  Shelly asked
if the pup they named "Noel" could stay
with us for a few days.  We picked her up
and Sarah was very happy to be with her
sister once again.  The name "Noel" just
didn't seem to work for me.  I was
constantly finding myself saying "NO,
NOEL" or just calling her name with her
thinking I was telling her "NO", so the name
"Noel" had to go.  I spoke with Shelly on
the phone and told her about my dilemma.  
She said to change it but it had to be a
Christmas name because Noel was a
Christmas puppy.  Nick suggested HOLLY,
so Noel's new name became Holly.  At the
same time, Holly was given a new, permanent
home -- our home.  We saw how Sarah and
Holly interacted with each other, and it
would have been cruel to separate them

Holly has grown up to be a very elegant
Jack Russell.  If she were a person, I could
actually imagine her sitting with her legs
crossed, sipping tea out of a little cup.  
Actually, neither Sarah nor Holly display
the traits of a true Jack Russell Terrier.  
Rather than bounce off the walls, they
prefer to just lie on the sofa and cuddle
with whoever is sitting there or just with
each other.  Either way, they will always be
found together.

Sarah and Holly are very important
members of our family and I hope to have
many more memory-making years with them.  
After all, what could be better than
receiving doggie kisses on both cheeks at
the same time?
HOLLY - 2003
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