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A tribute to my best friends Jake & Codie


I devote this whole page to my wonderful Codie and Jake both of whom I lost within a year of each other-Codie in August 2007 and Jake in April 2008.

Codie (Danetre Flyer) was my first German shepherd whom I rescued at 18 months old-she has not had a very good start in life but with patience and understanding she started to trust people again. We had 12 glorious years together-we competed, very successfully in obedience and agility-I still have pictures in my mind of Codie soaring through triple hoops of fire. She really started off my love for the German shepherd-I owe her everything, she was simply devoted to me and likewise-I will miss her forever.

Jake (Wolfhart Remarkable lad) came to me as my very first puppy in late 1998 and what a funny sense of humour he did have !He adored everybody and visitors to my house just fell in love with him-he thought everybody had just came over to see him !!What a people dog-he just loved it! Jake started off my breeding career in German shepherds-he had a brilliant hipscore of 3:3 and he sired 3 litters of fabulous pups before retiring.
Jake had a bad fall in the fields when he was just 6-after many tests we discovered he had bruised his spinal cord. He was never the same after his accident-although in no pain, his movement gradually deteriorated over the next few years and I had to make that most dreaded of decisions when life just became too hard-I owe this to all of my best friends.

Codie and Jake were best friends for years-they have now been reunited at the bridge-go and have some fun my friends-I will never, ever forget you, both will always be in my heart, thank you for everything xxxxxxxxxx

faded jakecodie

Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry: I am not there, I did not die. Author unknown.


Stood By Your Bed

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep

I whined to you softly As you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, Your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to re-assure you, That I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, As you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "It's me"

You looked so very tired, And sank into a chair, I tried so hard to let you know, That I was standing there.

It's possible for me, To be so near you every day. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, Then smiled, I think you knew… In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

An when the time is right for you, To cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you, And we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, There is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out…

Then come home to be with me.

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