In loving memory of Holly 12/30/2007 – 10/29/2018.
We lost our beloved Dalmatian, Holly, to cancer. Her two Dads tried desperately to save her in every way imaginable – we did all we could… we tried everything… but God had other plans. Holly passed away peacefully at home with the help of Lap Of Love hospice care as she transitioned over to “The Rainbow Bridge.” It was a dignified, peaceful, and loving ending of a wonderful life here on earth, and Holly “went to sleep” on her favorite comfy couch while her Dads held her and told her over and over again how much we love her. Holly was named after Holly Golightly from the film, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” and her Dads played (Holly’s favorite song) “Moon River” while she was entering the gates of heaven…we still play it every morning in her memory. ❤
Holly was unlike any other dog we’ve ever had, and it would take far too many words to describe her. However, we will do the best we can. For nearly 11 years, our Princess was a part of our lives in every way imaginable and brightened every day with her “Hollyisms”:
For Holly’s first Christmas, we gave her a water bowl with a Santa Claus picture printed🎅 at the bottom of the bowl. She immediately “dove” to get Santa and ended up blowing bubbles in the water as she tried to “bob for Santa” to no avail. She obviously liked it because for the rest of her life, Holly continued to blow bubbles in her water bowl…but if one of her Dads were nearby, Holly waited for us to grab a paper towel ready to wipe her face before she drank and took her “bubble bath.”
Ever since she was a puppy, Holly was a hugger and always greeted us with the best hugs when we came home or if she thought we were upset – Holly hated to do anything wrong. She even turned around and hugged me one time after I fell on the ice during our walk.
Holly loved to play “balley” and often “tore up our tv room” trying to hide her ball for her Dads to find, and we loved every minute of it❤ Each Dad played a different role in Holly’s life. One Dad was the “food Dad,” and one was the “play Dad” for example. Holly would love to “play bite” one Dad but would never “bite” the other Dad’s hand. Even if she couldn’t see whose hand was whose, she knew the difference and would “never bite the hand that fed her.” Also, Holly would just look at one Dad with her deep, brown eyes if she wanted his seat on the sofa…of course I gave it to her ☺ Holly would wake one Dad up every morning by sniffing and touching my face with her whiskers and/or licking my face…at which time I had to hang my pillow off the edge of the bed so she could wipe her nose again and again. It was our morning ritual. She was amazing!
Holly would always let her “brother,” Rusty the cat, eat her food and would stand back until one of her Dads took Rusty away. We got a very small cat house for Rusty, and ever since Holly saw Rusty use it, practically every night, Holly would put her nose into the opening as if she wanted to use it too. We’d always say, “not tonight, Holly,” and she would walk away. Too cute for words! Now Holly’s ashes are in the cat house… a place she always wanted to be😪
Holly liked to chase leaves and always tried to catch and eat the first snowflakes of the season as they fell in front of her.
We’d often feel a tug on the leash as we walked Holly in the warm weather. She loved to suddenly drop and roll on her back in the grass and then get belly rubs😃
Holly hated to have a wet face and would always immediately wipe her face on our pants whenever she came in from the rain.
She was a true Princess and started to limp outside one time because she got a blade of thick grass caught between her toes.
She would open the kitchen cabinet with her nose when she wanted treats… but never helped herself.
Holly would pin us down on the floor when she wanted kisses and wouldn’t let us up until she was done. She also gave kisses on command.
She liked to steal and run with paper napkins, was so good with her nightly teeth brushing and manicures, got so excited when she knew she was going for a ride, and like to be covered up before going to sleep in her bed at night.
…Oh, and so much more…
Holly loved to sunbathe so now she can lay in the sun to her heart’s content in heaven.❤☀
Some of our nicknames for Holly:
“brave little toaster”, “tweety”, “sweetie”, “sugar”, “sugar-face,” “puppy”, “schmoosh-face”.
We love and miss her more than words can say and are heartbroken, to say the least. It has been six months since Holly left us and hardly a day goes by that we don’t shed tears for her – she was that special and has left a painful void in our lives full of heartache💔😰
God must have really wanted her in heaven…
We prayed to God, St. Francis, and anyone else we could think of to save “our girl.” We initially thought that our prayers weren’t answered but then soon realized that we were blessed by God after-all…just not in the way we expected:
Holly, who initially hadn’t eaten for four days, miraculously started to eat really well again, giving us two glorious weeks to celebrate her and spend nearly every day at the park. Holly didn’t suffer. After Holly died, the clouds suddenly parted, and sunlight filled our home. We went to “Holly’s park” to reflect and honor our girl on the day she left us, and the park and parking lot were empty…as we were about to get out of the car to take our walk, a car pulled within a few feet of ours, and a man got out to walk (are you ready for divine intervention?) A DALMATIAN! In all the years we’ve had Holly, we’ve never encountered a Dalmatian anywhere. We were overcome with emotion! We then got pics from friends letting us know that after they got word of Holly’s passing, they saw (ready for another sign from God?) A RAINBOW! We went to church the day after we lost Holly to thank God for all his blessings and asked for another sign that Holly is ok…after we returned home, a neighbor appeared with the most incredible Dalmatian flower arrangement showing “Holly in the fall leaves” as if she were walking in the park once again. We were blown away! The day after Halloween, Karl and Holly had a heartwarming tradition of looking for discarded candy wrappers on their walk from the night before. After speaking of this in the car, Karl got out and immediately saw a candy wrapper over the curb in the street in front of our house. Then without any wind for days, the wrapper magically jumped the curb and appeared tucked into the corner of our front steps a day later. Ladybugs have always been lucky for us, and two suddenly appeared on our screen in the upstairs bedroom on a chilly November day while we were reminiscing about Holly. Several days after Holly passed, a niece saw an obscure Dalmatian sign in a restaurant with the word “rainbow” as part of the signature at the bottom (Rainbow Bridge ?). Just by chance, a friend tuned into a tv show several days later that had a Dalmatian birthday cake for one of the characters (of all things). Six days after Holly left us, a headline in the newspaper appeared, “Holly Golightly, could you pass the sugar?” (Holly was named after Holly Golightly, and Karl often called her “sugar”). So many signs that our Holly-girl is ok🌈 More recently in April 2019, we were on vacation in Florida and visited a cathedral. We prayed for yet another sign that Holly is “ok.” The day after we went to Disney’s Ft. Wilderness for dinner and saw a “Dalmatian horse” – a white horse covered in black spots! We had never seen anything like it. Thanks, God!
We’d like to share one of our favorite poems:
The man whispered, “God, speak to me.”
And a meadowlark sang. But the man did not hear.
So the man yelled, “God, speak to me!”
Thunder rolled across the sky. But the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said, “God, let me see you.”
A star shone brightly. But he noticed it not.
And the man shouted, “God, show me a miracle.”
And a life was born. But the man was unaware.
So, the man cried out in despair,
“Touch me, God, and let me know that you are here!”
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man.
But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.
Moral: Don’t miss out on a blessing because it isn’t packaged the way you expect.
🙏 We pray to St. Francis every night to give Holly a hug and a kiss for us and to let her know that if love could have saved her, she would have lived forever…until we meet again at “The Rainbow Bridge”…🌈
Your loving Dads who will never forget you,
John Dylla and Karl Corino❤💙💜💚💛