Sir William Wallace The Braveheart (aka “Wallace”)
A donation was made in memory of Sir William Wallace The Braveheart (aka “Wallace”) on Jul 27, 2015.
Sir William Wallace The Braveheart (aka “Wallace”)
It has been nearly a year after losing our Saint Bernard, Wallace, and I find writing this, as if it happened yesterday. My wife and I named Wallace after one of our favorite films, “Braveheart”, starring Mel Gibson. In short time, he won us over with his incredible playfulness, gentleness, and amazing love. I have raised and owned St. Bernard’s all my life (we currently have four sleeping in our bedroom every night) and they are just the most incredible “fit” of what we like in a dog (except the way-to-short-life-span). Wallace was the most incredible dog to this date (and the current ones have some BIG shoes to fill).
We had Wallace in a time in our lives when we were trying to get pregnant and failed with four miscarriages. On top of that, after the fourth miscarriage, my wife had a heart attack and major heart surgery. In all those years of sorrow and healing (as anyone with a dog knows), Wallace was our ROCK. He was always there with tail wagging (knocking many things over) showing/giving us vast amounts of endless love. He was 160+ pounds and he was a very tall Saint. My wife is short, so when she walked, she would actually use him to help her go up steep hills and terrain. She could walk with her hand on his back. If she was alone, he would protect her in the presence of strangers until greeting them—then he would go from “mama-bear-protecting-cub into Shrek” in about two seconds.
Wallace liked “leaning” into you when you pet him and he was like being around an enormous cat. He was a “talker” and would whine when he wanted to go for his daily walk, and he seemed to know how to always get our attention. He loved his treats. When eating ice cream, he knew (by the sound of the spoon scraping the bottom of the bowl) when it was his turn to lick the bowl and would start his “sitting-up/laying down” routine, while the drool started to expose itself. Even though he was counter-height, he knew not to eat “people food”. It was a respect of human-like proportions.
The night we lost Wallace, he was acting strange and we knew something was wrong. I was in the middle of watching “The Rover” (seems ironic now since the movie is based around a man finding peace with his dog- my perception) and Wallace was pacing around the living room frantically. He got a “twisted stomach” aka Gastric Dilatation Volvulus. By the time we got him into an emergency vet, we had to make the humane decision to say “goodbye”. It was one of the hardest losses that I’ve ever felt in my life and I only hope and pray that one-day, we can be with Wallace and all of our other great animals on the other side of that Rainbow Bridge.
This memorial is dedicated to Sir William “Wallace” The Braveheart. He was our son, our “Big Boy”, our Braveheart. He gave us tremendous love and we put as much love as we could into his short, amazing, marvelous, healthy life. We will never forget our precious William.
1/6/2006 – 9/23/14
Justin E. & Family
It has been nearly a year after losing our Saint Bernard, Wallace, and I find writing this, as if it happened yesterday. My wife and I named Wallace after one of our favorite films, “Braveheart”, starring Mel Gibson. In short time, he won us over with his incredible playfulness, gentleness, and amazing love. I have raised and owned St. Bernard’s all my life (we currently have four sleeping in our bedroom every night) and they are just the most incredible “fit” of what we like in a dog (except the way-to-short-life-span). Wallace was the most incredible dog to this date (and the current ones have some BIG shoes to fill).
We had Wallace in a time in our lives when we were trying to get pregnant and failed with four miscarriages. On top of that, after the fourth miscarriage, my wife had a heart attack and major heart surgery. In all those years of sorrow and healing (as anyone with a dog knows), Wallace was our ROCK. He was always there with tail wagging (knocking many things over) showing/giving us vast amounts of endless love. He was 160+ pounds and he was a very tall Saint. My wife is short, so when she walked, she would actually use him to help her go up steep hills and terrain. She could walk with her hand on his back. If she was alone, he would protect her in the presence of strangers until greeting them—then he would go from “mama-bear-protecting-cub into Shrek” in about two seconds.
Wallace liked “leaning” into you when you pet him and he was like being around an enormous cat. He was a “talker” and would whine when he wanted to go for his daily walk, and he seemed to know how to always get our attention. He loved his treats. When eating ice cream, he knew (by the sound of the spoon scraping the bottom of the bowl) when it was his turn to lick the bowl and would start his “sitting-up/laying down” routine, while the drool started to expose itself. Even though he was counter-height, he knew not to eat “people food”. It was a respect of human-like proportions.
The night we lost Wallace, he was acting strange and we knew something was wrong. I was in the middle of watching “The Rover” (seems ironic now since the movie is based around a man finding peace with his dog- my perception) and Wallace was pacing around the living room frantically. He got a “twisted stomach” aka Gastric Dilatation Volvulus. By the time we got him into an emergency vet, we had to make the humane decision to say “goodbye”. It was one of the hardest losses that I’ve ever felt in my life and I only hope and pray that one-day, we can be with Wallace and all of our other great animals on the other side of that Rainbow Bridge.
This memorial is dedicated to Sir William “Wallace” The Braveheart. He was our son, our “Big Boy”, our Braveheart. He gave us tremendous love and we put as much love as we could into his short, amazing, marvelous, healthy life. We will never forget our precious William.
1/6/2006 – 9/23/14
Justin E. & Family
