CLIFFORD EDIGER
Clifford Ediger, age 16, left this world on the 28th of December, 2011. He was a retired financial advisor and hunting guide, neither of which he did too well. He had a nose for money but it was what he did with it after he found it that caused him and me a lot of grief. He is survived by Alexander Wall, Herkimer P. Pushbroom, Tuffy Becker, and his "Daddy & Mommie", Jerry and Karen Wall all of Newton. He was preceed in death by Frieda Schmidt, Floyd Krehbiel, and Sparky. He will be missed by all who knew him.
Clifford came to Newton at the age of three because of a tornado in Oklahoma City. He spent some time in Ponca City before heading up to Newton. In May of 1999 he made his home with his beloved caretakers. It wasn't long before he developed a skill of avoiding all rules that would normally apply. He made it his job to sort thru trash cans to make sure nothing was inadvertently being thrown away. This included many items that his family assured him it was okay to toss. He always felt proud of the work he did whether it was drug sniffing the couches at the shop which he would use as his day bed once he'd determined they were safe to occupy to making sure the cat's liter box was cleaned daily. He always thought the cats ate better than he did.
Clifford never thought obedience had anything to do with loyalty. He taught His Daddy that loyalty was unconditional and obedience was optional. Clifford did not like being alone. When he was younger he regularly scouted Centennial Park. He loved the first snow of the year. He couldn't wait for spring, didn't care for the hot summer evenings. Autumn was his favorite. He told me once that after the first frost, the aromas in the air became pure. He was quite a runner. He was clocked at 26 miles per hour when he was younger.
Clifford's favorite was riding in the pickup. He knew the sound and smell of his truck. At least 30 seconds before his truck would arrive at the shop he would get up from his bed and station himself at the door. I can still see his silhouette in the glass door. He wasn't fond of riding in the back seat. He wanted to be in the front and preferred the window open if the temperature was mild and we weren't going to fast. He didn't care what the radio was set to as long as it wasn't too loud. He didn't like playing second fiddle to anyone. He would get into the back seat but that wasn't his place.
Later in life as he slowed with age, he needed help into the truck. He couldn't jump onto the bed anymore when we retired at night. He could still do the stairs (I have trouble sometimes as they are steep). He had no trouble getting into his chair for an evening of TV. He never liked baths but was proud of his cleanliness. His only disdain in life were houseflies. They drove him crazy. He was pretty good at catching them with his mouth.
Clifford had no enemies in his mind. He could never figure out why a cat might hook him. On several occasions when this happened his feelings were hurt. Clifford really wanted everybody to like him and couldn't understand if somebody didn't.
We are going to miss you and rest assured that you made our lives better as we hope we made yours. Gone but never forgotten. Rest in eternal peace!
Yo Daddy
Joy that is shared is multiplied....Sorrow that is shared is divided.
Clifford Ediger, age 16, left this world on the 28th of December, 2011. He was a retired financial advisor and hunting guide, neither of which he did too well. He had a nose for money but it was what he did with it after he found it that caused him and me a lot of grief. He is survived by Alexander Wall, Herkimer P. Pushbroom, Tuffy Becker, and his "Daddy & Mommie", Jerry and Karen Wall all of Newton. He was preceed in death by Frieda Schmidt, Floyd Krehbiel, and Sparky. He will be missed by all who knew him.
Clifford came to Newton at the age of three because of a tornado in Oklahoma City. He spent some time in Ponca City before heading up to Newton. In May of 1999 he made his home with his beloved caretakers. It wasn't long before he developed a skill of avoiding all rules that would normally apply. He made it his job to sort thru trash cans to make sure nothing was inadvertently being thrown away. This included many items that his family assured him it was okay to toss. He always felt proud of the work he did whether it was drug sniffing the couches at the shop which he would use as his day bed once he'd determined they were safe to occupy to making sure the cat's liter box was cleaned daily. He always thought the cats ate better than he did.
Clifford never thought obedience had anything to do with loyalty. He taught His Daddy that loyalty was unconditional and obedience was optional. Clifford did not like being alone. When he was younger he regularly scouted Centennial Park. He loved the first snow of the year. He couldn't wait for spring, didn't care for the hot summer evenings. Autumn was his favorite. He told me once that after the first frost, the aromas in the air became pure. He was quite a runner. He was clocked at 26 miles per hour when he was younger.
Clifford's favorite was riding in the pickup. He knew the sound and smell of his truck. At least 30 seconds before his truck would arrive at the shop he would get up from his bed and station himself at the door. I can still see his silhouette in the glass door. He wasn't fond of riding in the back seat. He wanted to be in the front and preferred the window open if the temperature was mild and we weren't going to fast. He didn't care what the radio was set to as long as it wasn't too loud. He didn't like playing second fiddle to anyone. He would get into the back seat but that wasn't his place.
Later in life as he slowed with age, he needed help into the truck. He couldn't jump onto the bed anymore when we retired at night. He could still do the stairs (I have trouble sometimes as they are steep). He had no trouble getting into his chair for an evening of TV. He never liked baths but was proud of his cleanliness. His only disdain in life were houseflies. They drove him crazy. He was pretty good at catching them with his mouth.
Clifford had no enemies in his mind. He could never figure out why a cat might hook him. On several occasions when this happened his feelings were hurt. Clifford really wanted everybody to like him and couldn't understand if somebody didn't.
We are going to miss you and rest assured that you made our lives better as we hope we made yours. Gone but never forgotten. Rest in eternal peace!
Yo Daddy
Joy that is shared is multiplied....Sorrow that is shared is divided.
CLIFFORD EDIGER
Clifford Ediger, age 16, left this world on the 28th of December, 2011. He was a retired financial advisor and hunting guide, neither of which he did too well. He had a nose for money but it was what he did with it after he found it that caused him and me a lot of grief. He is survived by Alexander Wall, Herkimer P. Pushbroom, Tuffy Becker, and his "Daddy & Mommie", Jerry and Karen Wall all of Newton. He was preceed in death by Frieda Schmidt, Floyd Krehbiel, and Sparky. He will be missed by all who knew him.
Clifford came to Newton at the age of three because of a tornado in Oklahoma City. He spent some time in Ponca City before heading up to Newton. In May of 1999 he made his home with his beloved caretakers. It wasn't long before he developed a skill of avoiding all rules that would normally apply. He made it his job to sort thru trash cans to make sure nothing was inadvertently being thrown away. This included many items that his family assured him it was okay to toss. He always felt proud of the work he did whether it was drug sniffing the couches at the shop which he would use as his day bed once he'd determined they were safe to occupy to making sure the cat's liter box was cleaned daily. He always thought the cats ate better than he did.
Clifford never thought obedience had anything to do with loyalty. He taught His Daddy that loyalty was unconditional and obedience was optional. Clifford did not like being alone. When he was younger he regularly scouted Centennial Park. He loved the first snow of the year. He couldn't wait for spring, didn't care for the hot summer evenings. Autumn was his favorite. He told me once that after the first frost, the aromas in the air became pure. He was quite a runner. He was clocked at 26 miles per hour when he was younger.
Clifford's favorite was riding in the pickup. He knew the sound and smell of his truck. At least 30 seconds before his truck would arrive at the shop he would get up from his bed and station himself at the door. I can still see his silhouette in the glass door. He wasn't fond of riding in the back seat. He wanted to be in the front and preferred the window open if the temperature was mild and we weren't going to fast. He didn't care what the radio was set to as long as it wasn't too loud. He didn't like playing second fiddle to anyone. He would get into the back seat but that wasn't his place.
Later in life as he slowed with age, he needed help into the truck. He couldn't jump onto the bed anymore when we retired at night. He could still do the stairs (I have trouble sometimes as they are steep). He had no trouble getting into his chair for an evening of TV. He never liked baths but was proud of his cleanliness. His only disdain in life were houseflies. They drove him crazy. He was pretty good at catching them with his mouth.
Clifford had no enemies in his mind. He could never figure out why a cat might hook him. On several occasions when this happened his feelings were hurt. Clifford really wanted everybody to like him and couldn't understand if somebody didn't.
We are going to miss you and rest assured that you made our lives better as we hope we made yours. Gone but never forgotten. Rest in eternal peace!
Yo Daddy
Joy that is shared is multiplied....Sorrow that is shared is divided.
Clifford Ediger, age 16, left this world on the 28th of December, 2011. He was a retired financial advisor and hunting guide, neither of which he did too well. He had a nose for money but it was what he did with it after he found it that caused him and me a lot of grief. He is survived by Alexander Wall, Herkimer P. Pushbroom, Tuffy Becker, and his "Daddy & Mommie", Jerry and Karen Wall all of Newton. He was preceed in death by Frieda Schmidt, Floyd Krehbiel, and Sparky. He will be missed by all who knew him.
Clifford came to Newton at the age of three because of a tornado in Oklahoma City. He spent some time in Ponca City before heading up to Newton. In May of 1999 he made his home with his beloved caretakers. It wasn't long before he developed a skill of avoiding all rules that would normally apply. He made it his job to sort thru trash cans to make sure nothing was inadvertently being thrown away. This included many items that his family assured him it was okay to toss. He always felt proud of the work he did whether it was drug sniffing the couches at the shop which he would use as his day bed once he'd determined they were safe to occupy to making sure the cat's liter box was cleaned daily. He always thought the cats ate better than he did.
Clifford never thought obedience had anything to do with loyalty. He taught His Daddy that loyalty was unconditional and obedience was optional. Clifford did not like being alone. When he was younger he regularly scouted Centennial Park. He loved the first snow of the year. He couldn't wait for spring, didn't care for the hot summer evenings. Autumn was his favorite. He told me once that after the first frost, the aromas in the air became pure. He was quite a runner. He was clocked at 26 miles per hour when he was younger.
Clifford's favorite was riding in the pickup. He knew the sound and smell of his truck. At least 30 seconds before his truck would arrive at the shop he would get up from his bed and station himself at the door. I can still see his silhouette in the glass door. He wasn't fond of riding in the back seat. He wanted to be in the front and preferred the window open if the temperature was mild and we weren't going to fast. He didn't care what the radio was set to as long as it wasn't too loud. He didn't like playing second fiddle to anyone. He would get into the back seat but that wasn't his place.
Later in life as he slowed with age, he needed help into the truck. He couldn't jump onto the bed anymore when we retired at night. He could still do the stairs (I have trouble sometimes as they are steep). He had no trouble getting into his chair for an evening of TV. He never liked baths but was proud of his cleanliness. His only disdain in life were houseflies. They drove him crazy. He was pretty good at catching them with his mouth.
Clifford had no enemies in his mind. He could never figure out why a cat might hook him. On several occasions when this happened his feelings were hurt. Clifford really wanted everybody to like him and couldn't understand if somebody didn't.
We are going to miss you and rest assured that you made our lives better as we hope we made yours. Gone but never forgotten. Rest in eternal peace!
Yo Daddy
Joy that is shared is multiplied....Sorrow that is shared is divided.
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