Orion the Pomeranian Dog

22nd September 1990 to 18th July 2007, Aged 16

From Annette Fontana, New York

You were our little pumpkin - my "pie-rye-ette". Grandpa When you were diagnosed, gave you to Mom, and you were her dog...but you were my buddy. You saved my life when I had to let Schnitzel the cat go. I was alone, except for you. You licked my face, and looked at me as if to tell me it was alright. For the rest of your life you were at my side. You were a part of me. For years you brought joy - we could never truly scold you, you were so well-behaved. And when you were occasionally naughty, you were sorry, and would "apologize" with millions of kisses. Your spirit, your energy, it kept us going in hard times, and brought us light in the good. We started to prepare for today - and when we had hope that we could keep you with us a bit longer, you were spoiled and spoiled again. 

Then today - you couldn't get up after breakfast. We took you to the hospital. All the way you sat on my chest, looking at me, telling me it was time. As much as I told you it was okay to go, I couldn't stop begging for more time in my heart. Mom and I were blessed to be with you when the moment came. We sent you on your way, telling you that we loved you. Mom kissed you goodbye, and I sang the "Orion song" in your little ear. Then your head came to rest on my arm, and you were gone. Now you are walking in Summerland with Schnitzel, Fric, Frac. P.D. my Susie, Pink-Nose, Peanuts, Sparky , Tuffy , Dusty, and all the other family we have had up to Mom's first dog, Troubles. You are strong, you can see, you can run and play, and hold your binky and shake your tail so adorably. 

Mother Goddess and Father God: please take care of my pumpkin. I will look for her in the winds, and hope to see her at Summerland's shores when I come there - Blessed Be.