| Pami |
 1991-11/06/2006
I was looking for a dog who would excercise with me. I saw this little dachshund at an adoption agency. I took her out of her cage, she started running and jumping, full of energy! I said this is the one! Later they told me that she had been abused and force to breed for 10 years living in a little cage; she had some serious kidney problems even though she won't let that stop her. She won my heart and I had her for another 5 years. She would go to the lake, park, everywhere full of life. She was my best dog ever and I'll always have her in my heart. Even in her worst moments she'll be kind and sweet. I am ready now to adopt another dachshund and again, start another adventure!!! |
| Love to you always, Pami! |
| Penny |
 Penny came to us from DRNA. Her previous owner, a single man, had passed away and his family was not able to take care of her. She was identified as a "primadonna". I knew right then that she would fit into the family.
We had had Penny for about two weeks when we stopped by a national pet chain and took her in to buy her a new toy. Penny had other ideas. It was adoption day. She went to look at the other dogs, leading my wife over to them. She walked right up to Gretchen; a Beagle/Jack Russell mixed and sat down as if to say "I want her". She wouldn't move. So we rescued her at Penny's request. She got a toy too. They were inseparable after that. Penny loved to ride in the car, although she would complain because she couldn't ride up front in your lap. Penny slept on the floor, under her blanket beside the bed. That is until we had a big thunderstorm. She was frightened. So she was allowed to sleep in the bed that one time. She felt safe, relaxed, and slept the whole night by our feet. The one night turned into several years. Everyone in our neighborhood, especially the kids, loved her. And she loved the attention. Penny became ill with liver cancer. Her kidneys were failing. He didn't give her long to live and said she was in pain. After a brief discussion, we knew we had to send her to the "Rainbow" where her original owner was waiting, as she wasn't really ours. We just fostered her. But she is missed by us and we think ourselves as blessed as to have had her in our lives. |
| Love to you always, Pami! |
| Pepper |
| Pepper was 12 years, 4 months when we discovered she had lymphoma and possibly Cushings disease. She had been aging, but all of a sudden she started crashing fast over a two week period of time. When she did not respond well to chemotherapy treatments we had to put her to sleep, the hardest decision I have ever had to make. For all of those 12 years she was like one of my children. She was a child that never argued with me, didn't mess up the house and never talked back. I have no doubt Pepper could read your mind whenever you thought about giving her a bath, cleaning her ears or going to the Vet you would catch her watching you and soon she was off to hide. She loved the beach and even as a senior a trip to the beach turned her into a little puppy. She also had the most uncanny powers of persuasion, something my husband could never resist. If she wanted something to eat, she sat in front of the refrigerator until he took notice. The last day, I cooked her chicken for breakfast and hand fed it to her. She ate every last piece. |
| contributed October 2009 |
| Philly |
| I adopted Philly in the summer of 2004. He was, from the beginning, a 'spirited' little guy. Or maybe 'little' isn't the best word. He was a chunky monkey. Like his mommy, Phil struggled throughout his adult life with his weight. Philly became best friends with my white lab Jack. Although - it didn't seem that Jack was aware of that. Philly loved his big, 'little' brother and, if he wasn't following me around, he was following Jack. Often times Jack just seemed to tolerate Philly...he seemed almost aloof and indifferent. Now with Philly gone...I know that wasn't true. He is genuinely sad. He seems lost sometimes and I swear that he looks wistfully at the place on the couch that Philly made his special place. I believe he misses the little guy as much as I do.
I am truly blessed that Philly came into my life. He touched me in so many ways. His little quirks...the doxie smiles he gave when I walked into the house...the way he would run in circles when guests came over and jump up begging for kisses...how he would run down his ramp at night when I turned off the TV and said 'beddy' because he was so eager to sleep in bed with me... how he would roll on the ground inviting me to give his belly rubs and kisses. I miss all these things and more every single day. I know I will never find a doxie like Philly. He was so special. But I hope in the near future to have another little guy (or girl) in my life giving me that unique style of doxie love . And I know Jack would like that as well... |
| contributed May 2009 |
| Pretzel |
 Pretzel was a wonderful companion, friend to all who knew him. His love of the outdoors, playing ball, gardening and generally “watching” the house were his passion. We got Pretzel when he was four months old and he never failed to impress all who came in contact with him. Since he was a very large standard, who are now apparently very hard to come by, everyone stopped to talk to him and learn more about him. He was really the cutest dog ever! His personality was true Dachshund. If you thought you were going to get something done when you were outdoors, no way, since Pretzel needed to play ball 24/7 it seemed. I brought him into my office every day until he developed Diabetes when he was 13. Everyone looked forward to coming to work to see Pretzie. He loved going for walks in Bryant Park and checking out everyone’s lunch choices. Pretzie developed diabetes about two years ago, but did very well on the injections and was as lively as ever. Recently however he really slowed down. It is very difficult to watch your wonderful companion of so many years deteriorate. He will always have a very large place in our hearts and we hope to see him in the Memorial Garden. We love and miss you very very much our Pretzie. |
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