CH. Yukonwind's Party on Garth
September 25, 1994- December 16, 2004
Garth was our first home bred Champion. He was special from the day he was born. he had a quality about him that you don't find in a dog everyday and don't see in most people. he was always a clown he could make me smile no matter what he was getting into, I think it was the way he would apologize with his eyes closed his ears flat, and his tail just barely wagging. Somehow he could make me think "it isn't that bad" he loved to do the Siberian Scoot around the show ring. I would sometimes think this guy will never finish but he finished in style with a 4 point major on my birthday in 98.
He loved puppies and would always sneak into the whelping box to see them. The mothers trusted him so much that they would often let him lay with the puppies while they went out. Garth never minded the puppies climbing all over him. He was a great at teaching them the ropes. His teachings live on. He always knew exactly what time breakfast, dinner and night time snacks should be.
He would love to escape out the door and tour the property never missing a chance to run through the creek. but he never stayed away long and as mad as I was when he ran off. I was ecstatic to see him home again. We had started in Obedience class Garth was doing pretty well except for the heeling part that just seemed silly to him, He would love to go anywhere in the car. He went just about everwhere I did, including to work with me almost everyday he would sit in the passenger seat and look out the window he was not crazy about anyone sitting in his seat but always a gentleman would relinquish his seat not always happily
When he got sick I though it was nothing to worry about but sadly it was and our Beloved Garth died on December 16. 2004.
I miss seeing him in the door when I come home and knowing he was near by. I always knew the day would come when he would leave but I wasn't ready and I guess I never would have been
We miss him everyday
Tribute To A Best Friend
Sunlight streams through window pane onto a spot on the floor....
then I remember, it's where you used to lie, but now you are no more.
Our feet walk down a hall of carpet, and muted echoes sound....
then I remember, It's where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard along the road, and up beyond the hill,
then I remember it can't be yours.... your golden voice is still.
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice and unused dish along the wall.
I'll wrap these treasured memorials in a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend until we meet above.
Author Unknown
