A Memorial to Wyatt Burp

November 17th, 1994 - July 18th, 1997

I am choosing to keep this site available because of the lesson learned
about trusting a Vet...I currently don't have pets and divorced the man
 that I shared these animals with...but the message is an important one...
so I keep the page intact for others to benefit from.

After a gallant battle to fight off seizures for 6 months, our beautiful dog
succumbed to an allergic reaction to the medication the Vets said would
 solve his medical condition, "Seizure Disorder". We encourage every pet owner
 to question their Vets methods and treatment plans and seek out natural
 means of medication or therapy. Wyatt did not have to die, we feared he wasn't
 improving but everyone told us to be patient. By the time they figured
 out he was allergic to the medication, his liver had been destroyed.
I miss you "Shadow Chaser".......

Traveling Broken

Broken is the heart of summer

Desperate cry's in mid-July

Clouds of pain begin to hover

As I search my restless sky.

Quietly groping through my memories

Deep within my numb struck mind

I rest upon that blessed December

When Wyatt caught my husband's eye.

I let myself begin to wander

Through that eve of Christmas past

And pause to linger on their laughter

That first encounter went so fast.

I turn and look out the airplane window

And gaze into the setting sun

The warmth outside tries hard to heal me

My grieving process has begun.

I lay my head against my pillow

My swollen eyes beg to rest

I fondly think of lazy Sundays

When Wyatt's head rest against my breast.

Golden Beauty, Golden Puppy

Eyes that reached into my soul

May your heaven have sandy beaches

Warm blue waters, a grassy knoll.

Julia Ann Ferguson ~ Friday, July 18th 1997 (c)

 Wyatt Burp at 5 weeks old. Purebred Golden Retriever, Purebred Cowboy at heart.

My Empty Yard

I stare into the yard and you're not there...

No one to stand guard or bark "beware".

The shadows on the left side fence roam free...

You don't jump at them from behind the tree.

The mailman comes and asks me where you are...

I whisper quietly that you've gone afar.

I go into the house to sit and cry...

I want you back..at least to say good bye.

I see your rock beside my big blue chair...

I pause to pick it up, but leave it there.

I put your bowl, your leash, your toys away...

Oh God please help me make it through the day.

I say a prayer for you and close my eyes...

Reality sets in as I realize.

You may not be here for me to touch...

But I still love you very, very much.

And in my heart I know you'll always stay...

And in my mind I'll see you always play.

Julia Ann Ferguson ~ Monday, July 21, 1997 (c)

Wyatt Burp and Doc Holiday.
The fearsome duo showing us who owned our bed and what happens
to our couch when we leave them alone for the day.

Wyatt Burp & my "ex" Bob, Christmas Eve '94 .
Wyatt kept burping so we adapted the name to fit the little guy.
We both loved the movies Wyatt Earp and Tombstone so Bob and Wyatt
 watched them together those first few weeks over and over.

Ninja, our Siamese and Richter Scale, our Tabby both miss the
crazy antics of their 100 lb playmate. Ninja and Wyatt had an agreement
 to coexist. Richter loved to clean Wyatt's face. They all had NO PROBLEM sharing
the bed at the expense of space for the humans.

We said "Good Bye" to Wyatt Burp on Sunday, July 27th.
We went to Dog Beach in Ocean Beach, California.
Wyatt's favorite thing to do was to swim in the channel and ocean
 and fetch his big orange retriever toy.
I went out into the ocean and spread his ashes.
Bob threw out his toy and then I tossed in a bunch of "Forget Me Not" flowers.
Bob, Doc Holliday and I stood and cried as we watched our precious friend
return to the waves. May everyone who reads this page know the joy
 and love of a special companion like our Wyatt.
 He was more than a dog or a pet, he was a blessing.