| Weezer |
 (1995-2005)
A very special doxie who truly loved life. Weezer showed the world being a cart dog was an ok thing. Even though he was only with me for two years it seems like a life time and was not enough. Weezer's favorite joy was shredding his toys. I do not know who wrote this poem but it touches my soul about my "Weezie". MY GOODBYE TO WEEZER My knees are weak and my eyes are teary. My heart, it aches, and my soul is weary. My hands, once strong, have lost their grip. And my spirit, once whole, is tattered and ripped. So stop all the clocks and cover the sun. The goodness in life is over and done. And stop all the smiles, and feeling of glee. It's simple nothing good can ever be. No joy can reside in a heart so broken. No smile can come from kind words spoken. They will be no flowers in spring or winter's day snow. Four seasons of loneliness is all that I'll know. Weezie You are gone? But the sun rose today, and the winds they blew, And the Earth still turned even without you. But how? It makes no sense, you see. Without you, nothing good ever will be. But it does, it is, and will always be so. Life carries on even after you go. And I don't know how and I don't know why. But one day I'll wake and I finally won't cry. And the sadness I feel so deep and so true. Will be smothered with love and fond memories of you. I believe in Heaven, and should I go to that place. I know the first thing I'll see will be my little dog's face. |
| I love you Weezer, Mom |
| Winston |
 In memory of Winston
Winston became part of the White family (joining Sandy, Scott and Oskar) in 2005 when he was adopted from DRNA in Greenville, SC. He quickly warmed up to famiy home life and spent a good two years enjoying playing with his Dachshund/Jack Russel Terrier brother, Oskar. They even took trips to the beach! Sadly, Winston became sick with inexplicable liver and kidney failure and passed away. His family was so sad, but opened their hearts again to another DRNA dog, Taffy in 2007. Winston's spirit lives on, and he's now on a memorial on the playground at a Ronald McDonald House! The playground was created by a Leadership Greenville Class (36) through the Greenville Chamber, and Winston's memory is honored. His family wanted to honor him in a special way, and now his spirit lives on among other families who could use a friendly face, tail wags and puppy kisses (Winston gave those like no other!). |
| Sandy, Scott and Oskar and Taffy |
| contributed september 2010 |
| Woodie |
 In honor of Woodie (1992 - 2006)
Some times in the world of rescue a senior dog crosses our path and leaves an everlasting mark. Woodie was only a part of my life for six short weeks. Yolanda THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG There is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontier of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master |
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| Woody |
 In memory of Woody (Kanungo),1996-2008
Woody was a God's gift to us. He stole our heart. Took our hearts with him when he passed away on October 20, 2008 after only five years of his life with us. I thank Sue Shumard for bringing Woody into our lives in August of 2003. Woody was 7 years old, weighed 4lbs, falling hair (because of an untreated Thyroid condition), bad teeth,bad breath, ring worm and tape worm when he came. He was afraid of everyone, but he was very comfortable with me from the first time I picked him up. No one else could pick him up including my husband or my son possibly because of physical abuse by men. He was put on thyroid medication, his remaining 8 teeth had to be pulled during his first dental check up in the following year, worms were taken care of. During his second visit to the Vet in three months he looked like a little prince. He had gained weight to be around 9lbs. Even our Vet was thrilled to see him. The staff adored him and always teased him to hold him - called him mama's boy. The kids in the neighborhood wanted to pet him - but they could do so only when I was holding him. He was always the first in line to get food and treat. First thing in the morning he would bark at my Husband to get his Yogurt drops. His three buddies would follow him to get their treats. Around 4 PM every afternoon he would start looking at the garage waiting for my husband to come home and give him his treat. His bark was Teddy's eyes(Teddy is totally blind). Woody would almost talk to my husband to get the treats but would never let my husband pick him up because he couldn't overcome his prior emotional/psychological scar. Woody was the smallest of our four rescue dogs but, he was like the spark and life of the pack(inside his home of course). He gave us more than what we gave him. It's hard to describe the joys he brought to our lives. Woody left to be with his heavenly father, and the house is so empty without him. We all loved you Woody more than you realize and will miss you now, always, and forever. |
| Raj, Lekha, Tim & Daisy, Noelle, Teddy (Kanungo) |
