Although she was just a whisper, the house is so quiet without her bigness

Today was her day


Martini Bednorz   11/4/02 – 2/26/16

How do you say thank you to a bundle of white fur that taught me all the more about unconditional Love, who won my husband’s heart (as much as he resisted), who made me a better person, dog mom, and stripped me of my big dog snob ego. 

How do I say thank you to the Creator for making such miraculous creatures.


Pets teach us that no matter what we look like, how big or small, rich or poor, white, black, purple or green, we are the bee’s knees to them. They are always there to listen with their floppy ears, and happy beyond belief to see you with the inability to hide it because of their wonderful truth tail. I’ve always said dog is God spelled backwards, because they show us how God Loves us.


How do I say thank you to her bloomers (groomer & beauty parlor blended together) Ray & Joe, all her babysitters Arlene Parker, her backup babysitter Emily Boyes, backup to backup Mindy Rae Lawrence, and her familial auntie babysitter Kasey Louise.
 
How do I recognize my manager Rafael, and all my colleagues who enjoyed having her around everyday & Loved her. Natasha, (Moo Feyh’s mom) always willing to keep an eye out on her if I needed to go to a meeting.
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Pink princess resting under my desk PHOTOGRAPHER: Karen Bednorz

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Bossy pants taking over meeting PHOTOGRAPHER: Cheryl Endo

To my daughter, who called me when she was moving back to Vegas and couldn’t take Martini. I said without hesitation, I’ll take her! It was suppose to be for a month. I transferred all my Love of my daughter into this one year old pup.

She Loved everyone she met. When she was young she was lightening fast, and gave us unending entertainment when she would ricochet around our house, us unable to catch her, when we would come home from the day at work. She grieved Betty for months. 
Martini lived fast and died fast. I was with her the entire day, held her for hours waiting for Gary to come so that he could hold her one last time too.
 
 
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Tender & intimate heartfelt goodby PHOTOGRAPHER: Karen Bednorz


Martini had great Vets, and today especially, those who tried to save her. I know she is with Betty now. The Catholic church espouses animals don’t go to heaven. C’mon!!! I say how can they not? It just wouldn’t be paradise without them.

Letting go

From his website about loss, Howard Lunche describes:“Mourning is the expression of sorrow for the dead. It is what we do to demonstrate the grief we are experiencing, and is the means for sharing the pain and disruption caused by a death. Funerals, prayer, unveilings, wearing black, sobbing, visiting the gravesite, journaling, memorials, and looking at photos are examples of how we overtly express and acknowledge the importance of the one who died and his or her death and absence. It is important to foster grief’s natural and healthy progression toward an outcome of acceptance of, and adjustment to, the reality of the death.  Mourning is how we do this.

In summary, grief is what is happening to us; our uniquely personal experience in all realms of our being. Bereavement is about who we are without the one who has died. Mourning is the method by which we alleviate the pain and disruption of grief and solidify the memory of the deceased and meaningfulness of our shared life and relationship.”



This precious family member was more than a dog, she was Love, and the loss is great, and so very real.  Losing Martini has also brought up for me, the many losses we’ve suffered this past three years.  Some happening so quickly upon one another, I realize now, I didn’t process each grieving period fully at the time.


We buried Martini’s ashes on Easter Sunday, as we did with her doggy sister and best friend Betty just three years earlier.  In a beautiful cardboard daisy shaped box with pastel polkadots, along with all the condolence cards we received, next to the fountain in the rose garden under the juniper where she liked to lay her belly to cool.  I see thirteen pink hearts every morning from my kitchen window.  Somehow this tribute / memorial art installation,  lifts and carries me.