| Fiona |
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FIONA the warrior princess was one of the first DRNA rescues. She was found at the city dump in Ironton, Ohio, with one of her puppies. She came to my house to have a few comfortable months before she died, but someone forget to tell her and she lived with me for 8 years.
She was an escape artist par excellence and cheated death more times than I can count. Fiona brought joy to many people and she loved keeping foster dogs in line. She helped mother 2 litters of foster pups and taught me it was just as important to lay in the sun as it was to hunt for moles and squirrels. Fiona the warrior princess headed off to the Bridge May 2005 (and I bet she has already figured out her escape route). |
| Flora Dora |
My name is Flora Dora, and although I may not be of your world any longer, I have ingratiated myself into the hearts of everyone I've come in contact with. I want to give thanks to my original owner, Cordelia, who loved me a lot as well as extend my undying gratitude to Liz and Jerry who rescued me and nurturted me and enabled me to get ready for my forever home with my new mommy and daddy. I may have only enjoyed a year at my forever home, but what a year it was! I learned to walk on a leash, run with my brother, Jake, and my sister, Ty, and boy did I enjoy my rides in the big truck. I was spoiled rotten and quite frankly, I deserved it. I will remember you all with great love, and I can't wait to see you so that I can love you all over again.
With much love, affection, and gratitude, Flora Dora DeCosta |
| Floyd |
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Hi...
We already had 3 dogs(two of them doxies) and we we tried to find his owner, but he soon became part of our family. After a trip to the vet (the first of many), we learned he had a heart condition which would probably eventually take him to the Rainbow Bridge. She guessed he was about 10 yeas old. He was fixed and had his teeth done, and though he lost quite a few, that never stopped him from eating everything he could get to! His new name "Floyd" fit him well. Among his MANY mishap adventures...he escaped through a hole (which our other dogs failed to find) in the fence, and ended up in a neighbor's yard. Before we gated the hallway to the garage door, he wandered off twice to explore the new neighborhood. I was frantic! The first time, we found him walking with another person (no care in the world) and the second time, he came back like nothing had happened! He fell in the pool one night while we were away (a neighbor heard him crying and got him out...and he didn't really like water too much after that.) He got a urinary tract infection and then a cricked neck from laying in a weird position (I didn't know this was even possible in dogs!) Many trips and lot's of money to the vet...but it was all worth it! We got to spend two wonderful years with Floyd in our family. He got to go play in the snow at Big Bear and he loved camping in the sand at Pismo Beach. He loved to take walks in the hills of our neighborhood, although he could never quite clear the curbs and often wiped out trying to jump up on them. He was spoiled and slept in our bed everynight. He loved to lay in the sun and steal our husky's big bones at meal time. He loved his new home and brother, Clyde, and his sisters, Connie and Mika, and I'm s ure was happy to spend his last two years in the love and care of his mama and papa. Eventually, his heart condition did get the best of him, and sadly for us, he went to the Rainbow Bridge on the sunny morning of February 10th, 2009. He was comfortable and warm in our bed and as I laid with him with tears in my eyes, I was content knowing he wasn't going to struggle to breathe anymore and he would be happy and peacful playing and waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge. I still miss him and think of him everyday! But he sits on my nightstand in a beautiul box and every morning when I wake up and see his picture I know he is in a better place waiting to see us again someday. He truly brought a unique joy to our family and I will be forever grateful for that day in January when we found Mr. Floyd Criswell. We love you...until we meet again... |
| Contributed April 2009 |
| Fonzie |
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We adopted our first dachshund (Beatrice) from DRNA in 2003 and worked with Jane B in 2005 to adopt a senior dachshund named Fonzie. We're sending you this message to let you know that our dear sweet dog Fonzie passed away at noon on Saturday. He was in Rick's arms, which is where he wanted to be. As many of you know, he was a senior rescue that had been thrown away and he was persistent about being with us (a velcro doggie). He taught us a great deal about our own capacity for patience, unconditional love and humor.
We thought it would help the healing process to make a little film in his honor. You can view it at: www.youtube.com/watch?v=237O-V-v7Y4 |
| Franco |
Franco came from Kansas and was given up by a man who had several pets he had to find homes for because he had to go into assisted living. He found homes for all but Franco. Maybe because Franco was 17 years old or maybe because he was deaf, but no one could possibly know what a sweet, sweet dog he was until being blessed with the chance to live with him. Even at 18, he was still sitting up pretty.
Franco passed March 20, 2007 from congestive heart failure. His foster mom in Oklahoma adopted and adored him until the very end. |
