| Bakan |
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DRNA wishes to thank the family of VICKIE SUE BAKAN, for the donation made on her behalf. We know that Vickie Sue would be pleased to know that her contribution is making a difference in the lives of several dachshunds. We also hope that she would be happy to know that her beloved dachshunds, Brandy, Bud and Charlie are safe and secure in their new forever homes.
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| Thank you, Vickie Sue Bakan, for your dedication and devotion to our beloved breed |
| Bart |
 October 19, 1993 - October 27, 2006
Our baby, best friend and soul mate left us on 27 October 2006 at 2:26 am. He was born a standard wirehair dachshund with wild boar coloring. We adopted him when he was 6 months old. It is difficult to put into words the joy that Bart brought to our family and anyone he came in contact with. He was a true character. He lived each day with such a zest and joy for life. Bart never wasted one minute sleeping or napping when he could be playing with his ball, walking with his family or eating his favorite food in the entire world -- bagels. Around Page 2 and Eye Opener coffee shops, he was affectionately known as ěthe bagel hunterî along with his sister Braitsen. He talked to us all the time, either verbally or with his fuzzy tail. He loved to travel -- from Canada to Pennsylvania to Portland, Oregon, to Monterey Bay California. He loved the mountains and the city. He participated in Agility and ran around the agility field with dust flying and ears flapping. Bart was very thoughtful and he could strategize his way through situations in which the end result would be beneficial to him -- like tricking his dad out of the favorite spot on the sofa. Bart is survived by his sibling Braitsen and his mom and dad, Beth Klucher Whitney and Ross Whitney. We are grieving for him now but we are very lucky that he was a cherished and loved member of our family. |
| Thank you, Vickie Sue Bakan, for your dedication and devotion to our beloved breed |
| Biscuit |
 My darling little girl, my little biscuit. Words cannot describe the amazing amount of love I have for you. I was nothing less than blessed that you made a home in my heart. I miss you so much Biscuit, I have never felt such heartache before. I still wake up and expect to see you next to me, on your back, looking at me with those big brown eyes and slowly scooting over to give me a morning kiss. I miss our trips to get coffee in the morning and you knowing that you were going to get a munchkin from the boy at the window. I miss hearing you do that little gurgle bark when Rich walked into "our" bedroom. I miss you not being at my side... in my lap and in my arms. You were so strong for so long and I know you had to go. Just know that you brought so much sunshine to all those that knew you. Your little paw prints have made a mark on all of our souls. I truly found out things about myself that I never knew, because of you. I Only Wanted You They say memories are golden well maybe that is true. I never wanted memories, I only wanted you. A million times I needed you, a million times I cried. If love alone could have saved you you never would have died. In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still. In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill. If tears could build a stairway an heartache make a lane, I'd walk that path to heaven and bring you back again. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same. But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again. We love you Biscuit... Love, Mommy |
| Braitsen |
On 24 June 2008 at 5:30pm, our little baby girl Braitsen Whitney passed away. She had been a cancer survivor for over 2 1/2 years. Through her fier ce strength, determination, and courage, the last 2 1/2 years of her life were as fun and joyful as the rest. Always intense, fun-loving, and friendly, “our girl” excelled at athletic endeavors such as agility, earthdog, and “wiener dog” races. She once made TV news coverage in one of her winning races. She earned many titles in her sports but always loved just chasing the tennis ball in the backyard until she was exhausted. Braitsen was born in Topanga Canyon in California, and while she
traveled extensively with our family across much of the United States and Canada she always remained a California girl, seeking out the sunniest and warmest spots to soak up the rays. She was not too fond of our Colorado winters but did love hiking in the mountains in the summer. She is preceded in death by her beloved brother Bart. She is dearly missed by her pal Big Sur and her mom Beth Klucher Whitney and dad Ross Whitney. Live on “baby girl”.
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| Thank you, Carol Whitney |
| Brownie |
 Who knows what pain and indignities my little boy suffered before he was rescued in SC in the winter of 2004? Or what he had to do to survive? But, his strong determination (many have called it his stubborn Dachshund personality!!) served him well, and he arrived at my doorstep in 2005, ready to become "King of the house and all he surveyed"!! It didn't take him even 5 minutes to wrap me around his litttle right paw, and he still holds me there and in his heart! We had our share of struggles, especially figuring out who was Alpha in the house, and learning that men were not the enemy to be bitten at will!!! It took a while for Grandpa to becomne Brownie's friend, but they eventually found their common love for the recliner, and frequently took naps there, snoring in unison!!For 3-1/2 years, Brownie was my soulmate and my constant companion. He was always there when I needed a shoulder to cry on or an ear to heat my woes. He was there for happy times, too, and loved tearing up his squeaky toys and getting treats for good behavior. Belly rubs were always appreciated, just like walks in the yard and investigations of all things moving!! When Franklin joined our family, Brownie was quick to teach him the "law of the land" and then allow him to snuggle close by for security! I loved to snuggle with Brownie, too, and we spent many great evenings on the couch, just being together. Words were not necessary, just touching was enough. So, run free, my beloved Brownie, and bite all you want. At the Rainbow Bridge, bites feel like kisses, and growls are love songs. After all, that is what you meant all along, isn't it?? |
| contributed February 2009 |
| Bubba |
 This is my favorite photo of Bubba, taken just a week before he was called home by God. Bubba was around 15 years old and we lost him to congestive heart and kidney failure on November 27, 2006. He was a rescue from Memphis and we were honored and blessed to have this special boy in our lives for a little over 6 years.
Bubba was a good boy who loved to eat and hang out on the couch...a real couch 'tater. He loved carrots and ice cubes for treats. He loved to run through the yard and "chase" airplanes and thunder. He was so sweet and loved to give kisses and have his ears rubbed. The loss of Bubba is devastating but we know he is with God in Heaven and we will see him again some day. Bubba was so loved and cherished and we miss him desperately. We adopted "Nick" from DRNA in Bubba's honor because we knew Bubba would approve of us bringing another abused precious boy in need into our loving family. Nick reminds me of Bubba very much. |
| Thank you DRNA for all you have done for us. WIth Love, Family of Bubba. |
