| Sassy |
 In honor of Sassy (1997 - 2007) The Queen of my Heart, I shall always love you ... Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you... I loved you so -- 'twas Heaven here with you. |
Isla Paschal Richardson |
| Scooter |
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In Loving Memory of "Scooter"
Dear Reader: My name is "Scooter" Adams and I am an 8-year-old, long-hair, black Dachshund. I was about 4 years old when I came to my forever home with Lynn and Kathy Adams in 2004. After a long trip on the underground I was delivered to a household with, of all things, a CAT and a BIRD! I quickly realized my responsibility was to earn my way into the hearts of my new family and I did just that! I immediately worked my way into a regular spot on the "big bed" and I snuggled with Kathy as often as possible. Lynn petted me a lot and called me his little boy but the real truth was that I was Kathy's boy and she loved me dearly. My family vetted me regularly and they learned that I didn't get my name by accident-I was, indeed, a "Scooter." The vet knew why as well and she regularly expressed my anal glands to help me feel better. I learned to get along with Sylvester the cat and found that if I ignored him he ignored me-and that was just fine. It was the same with Stormy, the parakeet, but he was an insistent creature until I snapped at him a few times and he found out that I might consider him for lunch some day. I loved my home and Lynn and Kathy took me everywhere. Just put my crate in the car and off we went to explore new places, visit my grandparents and aunts, uncles and nieces. I wasn't the greatest traveler but I enjoyed the visits at the end of the trips. My grandfather sang in a barbershop quartet and on one visit they sang "Happy Birthday" to Lynn and I joined in. From that day forward I sang regularly and on request for anyone who asked. And sometimes when they didn't! One day on a regular vet visit Doctor Johnson told Kathy that I was having trouble with my anal glands and that I should visit a lady surgeon. I did that and they made a surgery appointment for me. I had my anal glands removed and the surgeon found a lot of nasty, aggressive cancer. She gave me only six months to live. Hey, don't get upset. I am strong willed and Lynn and Kathy gave me so much love that I could not leave them. Kathy took me to the University of Pennsylvania Veterinary Medicine School but they wanted so much money with no guarantee that I could even survive an operation of the type needed to solve my lymph glands problem that developed following my anal gland surgery. So we tried holistic medicine and I did, indeed, get better. Lynn and Kathy contacted DRNA and found a wonderful friend for me and that's when "Scamper" came into my life. He became my new best dog-friend and we played together all day and into the night. He refreshed my spirit and brought me an even stronger will to live. I was so happy when Dr. Johnson told Lynn and Kathy that she was certain the anal cancer was gone. It had now been nearly a year since the surgeon had said I'd be gone in six months. Within a few weeks I was having troubles with bowel movements-I just couldn't "go." Lynn and Kathy took me to visit Dr. Johnson and she took some x-rays. Then we went to see a specialist. The specialist was very nice to me but he had a lot of private conversation with Lynn and Kathy. The last time I saw them they were crying and I was getting my "final medicine." My tail stopped wagging temporarily on July 12, 2008 with my parents by my side holding me in their arms. Don't worry, dear reader, my tail is wagging again-at the Rainbow Bridge where I am romping and playing as a new and whole Dachshund, waiting for my parents to arrive and take me to Heaven with them. With all my Dachshund love to you, Scooter |
| Silky |
| Silky Bryce was her name - She was born on August 26, 1988 - She left us on March 23, 2008 Silky was a beautiful, red, long haired, mini dachshund who was unaware she was only 9 lbs. She came into our very busy family at 8 weeks old and we all fell in love with her. She was the "princess" and the "baby" and could do no wrong. She was also a snitch - when my two sons would be arguing and carrying on in the other room, I always knew who was at fault, as Silky would jump up and hang off the back pocket of the "trouble maker's" pants!! Silky owned her own boogey board for the family pool...no one was allowed to touch it, or her barking could be heard for miles. She would jump off the diving board onto the boogey board and float around in the pool amidst all of the kids and adults and noise! If someone threw a Barbie doll in the pool and yelled "Save Barbie!", Silky would float over and drag Barbie out by the hair and like her face as though resuscitating her...it was so cute and entertaining. Silky adored my youngest son, Joel. When he left for college, she spent 3 months sitting by his bedroom door waiting for him to come home. I never saw a dog so happy in my life as she was when he returned. As Silky aged, she was content to just cuddle with Joel or Mom. Joel postponed moving out into his own place so that we could increase the chances of someone being there when she left this world. It worked...Silky simply went to sleep sitting on Mom's lap with her head resting on Joel's shoulder. She was loved greatly and we miss her so much. |
Thank you, |
| Squirt |
| (2002?-2006)
A young DRNA foster, paralyzed from his waist down, Squirt never had the opportunity to go to a forever home. He was fun loving young boy and in his mind he had no limitations. He favorite joy in life was rolling in and out of the flower bed. He is now playing at the Rainbow Bridge in the flowers. I AM DACHSHUND I see life from a different perspective. In spite of my size I'm very protective. I'm brave and loyal and very smart I'll worm my way into your heart. You'll wonder how you lived before, Without me there to clean your floor. To brighten your life and make your day And let you know when its time to play. I'm ankle high but very long And I can tell when something's wrong I'll do my best to dry your tears And help you face the things you fear And if the time should ever come When I can't walk, much less run, I know that you will be right there And every night you'll say a prayer I may get better, or maybe not But we'll be together, no matter what! And I can still make you smile And you will know its all worthwhile. Remember, I am brave and strong I will learn how to get along. I am dachshund! Hear me roar! Now, can we PLEASE go play some more? Author Unknown |
