Drop in from time to time to see the changes.
Now,below see our grandchildren.







Tractor goes to Rainbow Bridge. Tribute below pictures.




Rachel










Kirby&BJ/Christian&Rachel/Haley/Shane&Mam-maw
Mam-maws heart - "Yesterday"
That's it, pick up a phone
and call your mam-maw
Ese.

Kirby/Rachel&BJ/Haley/Shane
Mam-maws heart - "Today"

New Grandbaby!
Clay our newest boy!

Haley has a new brother.

Above are two of our first pictures of Clay the day he got here.

He is growing as we upload this picture!

What did I tell you? He is growing!

Look who is one year old!
Tribute to Tractor....
"Good Bye Old Friend"
What a wonderful responsibility we took on the
day we went to Petal, Ms. to pick up our long waited for American Bulldog pup
sired by “Big Foot”. Ed Lloyd had picked
out the name, Tractor months before. That day we were
given the pick of the litter. As Ed held all the little dog pups he soon had
two of the biggest in his arms. He looked them over very closely then he looked
into their eyes. He turned toward me and said, look, this is Tractor! He
sounded like he had found a dog he had already met. He was only 6 weeks old and
our vet weighted him in the next day at 12 & 1/12 lbs.
Many say denial is the initial
response when confronted with a pet's terminal condition or sudden death. I
have for some time put this off. It is time for me to write a loving tribute to
this special dog. The sharp emotional blow did take us by surprise. Tractor was
always healthy, happy and full of life. His vet, Dr.Chris, who had cared for him since
he was a 12 lb pup and had watched over him as he grew to a whopping 136lbs.was also taken off guard. Dr.Chris
had been watching a lump for years that was on Tractors’ ear. It started
growing at a fast rate. Together we decided it would be best to remove it. Leaving it until later would result in a hole being in his ear when being removed. A few days
later Tractor died. The test came back positive for cancer a week later. I want
to think his passing spared him a long drawn out ordeal with treatments. For
what ever reason our big boy is now gone.
As time passes, our distress dissolves and we remember the good times, more
than the passing. Funny things come to mind like how silly he looked playing with his toys. His big stuffed rabbit was his favorite. He was so tall he had to bend his knees to fit under the kitchen table. He wanted to lay in the
hallway sometimes with feet stright up where we could not pass and would not move! It aint easy stepping over
a dog that size! LOL This big boy always wanted to be lifted into the truck
when he had to travel. He was just too little. He was the most gentle pet we
have ever owned. Being just 4 months older than our granddaughter he was her
best friend. Just looking at his size would have kept any intruder at bay. This
was good because he was not much for a watch dog he loved everyone. Yet, the
day my mother passed he would not let the undertaker in our door to take her
away. He grieved her passing and it was only 30 days later that he left. Yes,
Tractors death came at a time when our family was grieving from my mothers soon
gone passing. Now a year later it is the time to lift up our eyes in thanks to
have been given such a treasure as the beautiful boy Tractor. Our hearts feel
deeply saddened that we will never again gaze into those soft, trusting,
beautiful and even wise brown eyes. We long to reach out our hands again to caress
the soft fur on his beloved big head. Already we have remembered him in our
dreams of days and times gone by. We have decided to keep his pictures up for
just a while longer. Maybe for a long while….
In Loving Memory of a dear friend ….
Tractor Jack Forman
PS We did
not get on a waiting list for our new dogs. They are little pound pups. It took
two to of them to even try to fill this empty spot in our yard and hearts. The
granddaughter calls them Grit and Abby. What are they? Well they are short one
way and long the other way. Maybe they have a little Australian shepherd in
them or maybe a ….oh well ….They are our new friends.
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