Chap - November 2001, 12 years
I lost my best friend in the whole world. I got Chap when I was
five-and-a-half - now I am almost 18. I basically grew up with him. Does this
pain ever go away? The pain of not having him anymore. I can barely sleep at
night without his warm body by my side. I love him so much and yearn for the day
he's by my side again.
Ms Lisel of the Valley - November 2001, 11 years, 11 months, 18 days old
The 'Lise' was a good friend and companion!
Tolerant with adults and loving with grandchildren more 'her' size, at 15 pounds,
she was the guardian of her domain, always ready to go for a walk, or take a nap
under a quilt.
She will rest easily tonight! That has not been the case for over a week. We will
see her again at the Bridge where she
will be able to breath properly again.
Don andand Shirley
Hoser Smith - November 2001, 1
years, 6 months old
Hoser was our baby. We got him when he was five weeks old and he
has been a joy ever since. He had the biggest ears that we loved to rub. When we
moved into a house last year with a big fenced-in backyard, Hoser was so excited
that he could run around and check out everything available. He would eat
everything and we think he might've eaten a poisonous mushroom. He held on for
five days on fluids and antibiotics, but he just couldn't take anymore. We miss
him so much.
Oscar Willie - November
2001, 12 years old
Oscar Willie lived a very loving life. His familly
loved him more then anyone could love a pet because
he wasn't a pet - he was part of our familly. He will be
dearly missed and thought about every day. We,
his familly, will only think of the good times
because that's all there were with this loving family
member. We will love you always, Oscar Willie.
Rest in peace, knowing you'll always be in our
hearts. We love you.
Miss Aimee - November 2001, 9 yearss old
Miss Aimee, you were a beautiful show dog and you came into
our lives after the woman you owned passed away. We missed your puppy years
and getting to see you become a mother and grandmother but you were so
energetic, loyal, loving and protective of us that it seemed we had always
been together. Despite the best medical attention, your heart problem took
you away from us at a very young age.
You never let on that you had a problem. You never complained...but we
knew. You never gave in to feeling bad and always wanted to run and play
right up to your last moments with us.
We had just less than two years together Aimee, but they were great
years. You gave us so much in your short life and we enjoyed making you our
little princess. I would grumble in fun about my favourite part of the couch
being usurped but I was glad to have you there where you could see
everything that happened. That corner is very quiet now and I miss you very
much. You had poise, charm and you knew how to get what you wanted but you
always made us smile and laugh. You tried to attack the postman and the
Fedex guy but never seriously. They knew you were protecting us and despite
your fierce barking, they loved you too - they told us so.
Despite having four beds around the house, you always wanted up in bed with
one of us. You wanted to be close...and so did we. Thanks for all the great
living we packed into those two years. We'll always love you
Fritz, my Good Boy -
November 2001, 20 years, 3 months, 11 days old
Fritz, my Good Boy. I knew he'd say goodbye one day. That
he'd wait until I was ready and, somehow, guide me through. Twenty years
is a long time to share a rich and varied life; of trains and planes and
people that we knew - New Orleans, Paris, Normandy and such - my intrepid
companion in good times and bad, a shadow always by my side.
And in the darkest of life's hours, he lay close and comforting all through
the night. Devoted, stubborn and unwaveringly loyal, somehow, he truly
seemed to take real pride in being called 'the most durable man in my
Fritz woke me before dawn today, with a whimper just loud enough for me
hear. He wanted me by his side to follow his lead and say goodbye on his
terms now. It was time, after all our years together, for him to go ahead
alone and wait for me one day.
Like bookends of our lives together, the beginning and the end; the new
puppy cuddled close in my arms those 20 years ago, the fading heart of an
old friend now beating close to mine.
The doctor gently told me that old dogs are different; that unlike any
other, at the end they will take one last deep breath. Cats and younger dogs
never do. I want to think it is a great sigh of satisfaction, contentment
and shared memories of a life well lived.
There was a brief wag as I kissed the graying fuzzy face goodnight and
stroked the face I loved so well. And then, indeed, there was the sigh and
rest at last - until we meet again.
Our ashes will mingle and scatter together one day, across the places that
we knew while, in that timeless place beyond our dreams, we’ll snuggle close
one more; hearts together side by side.
Jackie - Kathy's Jacklyn von Teckeldorf - November 2001, 16 years, 4
My little girl, I miss you so.
Amoré Schreider - November 2001, 4 years, 1 week old
Moré was the best present I have ever received. He
a present to myself. I received him on 1 January 1998. I have never seen a
puppy more loving, playful and good natured than he. He was loved by
everyone that came into contact with him. His father and I are both in the
United States Air Force. We were both on our way to an overseas area and
More´ was coming with me!! Unfortunately, the same day his father left
for his adventures, Moré left the both of us, forever.
This is the hardest thing that I have ever gone through. It is just like
losing a child. We just wanted everyone in the world to know what a great
difference he has made in our lives. Our hearts are with you always,
Moré D. Dog!!
Love Mommy and Daddy
Molly Hullinger - November 2001, 10 years old
Dear Molly and Olive, you
were the best dogs my great aunt and uncle could have ever had. They miss
you guys so much, I know they miss the long walks and the way you two would
play together. Well, thanks for being great dogs, see you
Schmutzig - November 2001, 3 years, 10 months old
I loved her with child-like abandon. She was my dear little
friend and miss her very much. I am so sad that she is
Olive Hullinger - November 2001, 10 years old
We loved you so much Olive and Molly. I'm
so grateful that my great aunt and great uncle were able to give you guys
the best years a couple of dogs could ever dream of. I hope nothing ever
separates the two of you, please be there to greet my aunt and uncle when
they go to heaven, they need both of you just like before.
Tobe - Muffin's Ontario Tobe - November 2001, 16 years, 1 month old
Tobe, was our first dachsie, given to me by our
children at a very special time in the life and love of our family.
She taught me well - everything dachsie, and
many things concerning life in general - that had
escaped me during the previous 50 years or so!
Definitely was our 24 hour alarm system, until
age took it's horrible toll! Mercifully, now, her sight, hearing,
and perception of her surroundings is restored. Now she and Lisel can again
run and play together. And will see her again, as we remember our Tobe, at
Schultzy Barcelona-Priem -
November 2001, 15 years, 6 months old
In memory of my darling Schultzy - he came to me when he was one
and spent the next 14 years and six months helping me through life. His buddy,
was six months younger than Schultzy was with him (and me) all that time and
they went together to rest eternal. I think of them both often and miss them
Yeager Barcelona-Priem -
November 2001, 15 years old
In memory of my sweet boy, Yeager. He came to me when he was a
few months old and spent the next 14 years and six months helping me through
life. His buddy Schultzy, who
was six months older than Yeager, was with him (and me) all that time and they
went together to rest eternal. I think of them both often and miss them
Holly Noelle - November 2001, 1 year, 2 months old
Precious little Holly, your Daddy and I were devastated
when the doctors told us that you were failing fast and they only held a
1per cent chance for your recovery, but you fought so valiantly that we
were sure you were going to beat the odds. I knew when they took you back
into surgery that I would never feel you kiss my cheek again...and when
they told us that it was hopeless and that we shouldn't allow you to wake
up, I held you in my arms until the monitors said you were gone. It was
so hard to even let go of your lifeless body while they removed the
tubes. I held you all the way home, where we buried you next to your
friend Sophie. You are gone from our sight, but forever in our
We miss you, sweet angel. Love, Mommy and Daddy
Charmin - November 2001, 12 years, 8 months old
She was the best dachshund I have ever seen. She loved everyone - I guess it
was just time to let her go. I still can't stand to hear her name. My mother told me that as
soon as I got home from being born she jumped up to the basinet to see me.
This is how it happened. We were out in the woods and she started to act funny and about six
hours later she died of parvo.We all miss you and we'll never forget you. I know someday I'll
come home with you.
Maggie - November 2001, 10 years old
We rescued our precious maggie from a family that no longer
loved her. She was the sweetest dog - we miss her so much it still hurts and it
has been over seven months. Whenever we see a black-and-tan mini doxie we both
tear up. She was a very special puppy. She will always be in our hearts. She
will never be in pain again as she was always sick in life we know she went to
a better place. She is now pain free and waiting for us to join her. Maggie, I
am writing this to let you know how much you were loved and how badly you are
missed. I wish we could of had more time together but we gave each other the
best five years we could. This is not goodbye - just a parting for a short
time. We love you.
Mom and Dad and Rachael, your doggie
Jackson - November 2001, 13 years, 6 months old
My dog died so unexpectedly. He died of a heart
problem but had many other problems. When he was 7 he fell down the
stairs and landed on his back. Also, when he was 10 he had serious
liver problems. The day he died he merely started panting a little
too much and we didn't expect anything was wrong. While I was out
somewhere that night he was taken to the vet's. He was doing fine
considering he had fluid build up in his lungs. At exactly 10:00 we
got a call from the vet. I never knew how much he meant to me until
he was gone.Taylor,you will never be forgotten.
Gracie Jane - November 2001, 2 years old
'God's Littlest Angel'
Heaven seems distant and far away
When I think of you up there at play
My eyes cry wet tears for you alone
But my heart is warmed knowing you're home
On day we'll meet in Heaven above
We'll give each other kisses of love
The memories we've shared will never end
I'll never forget my truest friend.
A warm, sunny day with birds to chase
Challenging squirrels to a quick race
Snuggling in my lap on cold days
Begging to play in the sun's warm rays
Tormenting the cat both day and night
Fighting and playing with all your might.
Craving attention with great style
Never failing to make me smile.
Such a small dog with a loving heart
It hurts me to know that we're apart.
Please wait for me in your home on high
And dry my eyes when you hear my cry.
Please take a break from playing around
To gaze down on me without a sound.
In my mind and soul you'll always be
Gracie, the dog who always loved me.
You'll be in our hearts always,
Daddy, Mommy, Jessie, Coco,
and Ruthie Grace
Callie Sue - November 2001, 11 years old
Our Callie Sue had a rough little life before we even got
her. She had been in an abusive home, then given to an elderly lady who
eventually had to go live in a nursing home, so ours was her third home.
But I would like to think that we were her only real mommy and daddy. She
was my constant companion who spent the ten years that we had her stuck
to my side like glue. She had two back surgeries in her life, once at 3
and another at 4.5 years. But each time we were given very good odds for
recovery - and she went on to live several more years with us. In
November of 2001, the end came quickly. She started acting strangely on a
Monday, and by the end of the week she had passed away. We and her bigger
(but younger) sister mourned her loss - but were thankful that she had
been a part of our lives.
Albert - December
2001, 8 years old
My dachshund was eight years old when he went to the
Bridge. We had to put him to sleep because he had cancer. I miss him so much
and I wish he was still here. I have two other dogs who are depressed and
miss him so much.
Oscar 'The Duece'
Liebrecht - December 2001, 15 years, 10 months old
Oscar was such a big part of my life. My dad brought him home
on 10 April 1986 to suprise my brother and me because we were both really
upset about our first dachshund (also named Oscar) had passed away. I've had
him ever since I was four years old and I am now 20, so his passing is very
hard on me, - I cannot remember not having him around. He was always there
to lend out a loving paw and kisses to show that even after a long, hard
day, he was always there to listen to you pour out your heart without
judging you. He always seemed to know when you needed the company and
comfort and would come up and lick your feet when he wanted to show how he
cared for you. This time is going to be very hard on my family and me, but I
know that he misses us and that he is in a happy and pain-free place where
the water and dog treats flow like milk and honey. We miss and love you lots
Oscar, and will always remember the joy you brought to our
Rusty Young -
December 2001, 12 years, 4 months old
Rusty was the beloved pet of Marie. His most faithful
playmate was his sister Maggie who misses him greatly. Rusty gave me 12
years of unconditional love, peace and a sense of purpose to go on after
after the death of my parents. He met you at the door every evening with his
bright shining eyes and the wagging of his tail. Rusty you are greatly
missed my your mom and sister Maggie. We love you and miss
Albert - December 2001, 8 years old
Albert was eight years old when he went to the Bridge. He was very special to
all of us. He loved my mom and he followed her everywhere she would go, but he loved to
sleep with me. Albert loved to play with my two other dogs who miss him so much, all of them
used to be best buddies. I had Albert from the time I was 6 years old - now im 14. I loved
him so much and I miss him a lot. I love you Albert...
Brooke - December 2001, 4 years, 7 months old
My dearest Brookie...You were my very first pet...my very first miniature
dachshund. I never realised how much a dog could be so much a part of my life and heart. You
were loved SOOOOO much. All the prayers I prayed for you were never answered this
Christmas. I don't know why I had to loose you. The only hope I have now is that one day I
will see you at the Bridge. You are missed so much my Brookie baby.
XOXOMommy and Brett
Chiggers (Chig-a-Pooh) - December 2001,
4 years, 8 months old
He was our baby-dog and loved very much. It was very sudden, but we allowed
him to cross over peacefully with no pain.This little guy raised one cat and two puppies,
plus watched over numerous grandkids. He'll be greatly missed by every one. To Chiggers we
will all miss you - not only were you my best friend but you were the best friend to all
little kids who loved you. And you will be missed. I love you. Allan, Mom and
Scooter Guenkel - December 2001, 7 years old
My Scooter, I miss you already
We were such good friends
You licked my face with your bad breath
And made me laugh every day
I wanted to spoil you because you were my baby
And you loved me so much
You were always there for me
When I was sad and lonely
And when I was happy, too
You were so beautiful
with your speckled head and blue eye
You rolled over and showed me your tummy
And always helped in the kitchen
I miss you so much, Scooter
I love you so much
I would do anything to get you back
I can feel you in my heart
Walking by my side
And cuddling with me on the couch
I'll see you in heaven
By the Rainbow Bridge
Rest in Peace
Buffy Cox - Christmas Day 2001, 8 years, 11 months old
Our baby girl, Buffy, earned her angel wings on Christmas Day 2001. Buffy came into
house and hearts at the age of six weeks in March 1993. She loved life and everything about
it. Her favourite things were: playing with mom, dad and the girls; snuggling under the
blankets with mom and dad in bed; snuggling near all of us every time someone sat down. She
loved rides in the car, walks, playing, eating treats and sneaking a little people food
every once in awhile. She LOVED presents. She seemed fine on Christmas Eve opening all of
her presents under the tree and then opening all of ours, too.
She began to pant and breathe heavily and we took her to the emergency pet hospital - they
thought she had pneumonia and other problems, too. She had had a malignant melonoma on her
soft pallet that was removed in March 2001, and though she had been fine since then the
x-rays showed that her little body was full of the cancer again. She didn't want us to know
she was sick as she spent her last few days as good as the first few days of her life -
running, playing, opening presents, eating treats. My heart has a HUGE piece out of it -
will it ever mend? Our dear Buffy will NEVER be forgetten - she stole the hearts and love of
EVERYONE she came in contact with. I know you are in a better place now, Buffy - and Mom,
Dad and the girls were all with you as you took your last breath and went to sleep. May God
bless and take care of you until we meet again someday at the Rainbow Bridge. We will all be
together someday again. Love you Angel Buffy! Miss You too - Would love a puppy kiss right
now.Buffy, you not only touched our
lives but our hearts and you took a big chunk of our hearts with you on Christmas
Day. I know we will be together again someday to laugh and play like the old
days. We love and Mmss you very much Buffy - may God bless and keep you until we
meet again. Love, Mom, Dad, Whit and Ash
Tucson - December 2001, 11 years, 1 week
This memorial is written in loving memory of Tucson, our loving black-and tan
baby who died on the night of December 18th. He was beloved of my parents, with whom he
lived, and me. I originally bought him for them after they lost their first dachshund, also
named Tucson. He developed complications due to a brain tumour which caused his body to
create excessive amounts of cortizone and caused his organs to swell up to terrible, and
probably painful, proportions. Tucson was more than a dog - he was one of the family. To my
Mom and Dad he was like a son, and to me he was like a son and also a brother. he loved me
so much, and he was loved in return. He had a special bark that he only used when I would
visit my parents' home. He wouldn't stop barking until I gave him some love, talked to him,
and rubbed his belly which he would always expose quickly for me to rub. We will miss you
terribly, Piyito, you will always be remembered and loved, and I hope we will all some day
see each other again...Love
Ali Perry - December 2001, 6 years old
I miss my lille girl dog - Ali girl - my friend who loved to give me doggie
kisses...we called it love therapy. Ali loved to play ball - a ball was everything to
her. She would even go after balls I putted and drop them right by my club. My best buddy
loved me no matter what and I love that little dog with all my heart and soul. Ali, I will
see you at the Bridge but, for now, give my Mom and Dad and sister love therapy...I love
Patch - December 2001, 12
A note from the webmaster: I have left Patch's memorial quite
long because he was such a special dog despite his years in a puppy mill. Ten
years is a long time to be homeless. I'd like to think he's pleased to have an
especially *big* place on this site.
Patch: named by the crew that got him from the West Virginia puppy mill where he
had lived for ten years. Named Patch because of the large burn scar on his
back. He was also called Patch Adams, because he was always funny, and knew it.
He was a raggedy little dog; weighed 4 pounds when Jill and Becky drove him down
to Atlanta with three other dogs from the same mill. Scars all over his body and
the hair never did fill in at the end of his tail, although that was hard to see
with his tail wagging all the time. He lost all but eight of his teeth due to
the serious infections in his gums; his lower jaw was actually broken from the
infection. Patch had flat feet from living in a wire cage floor for ten years
and it make him sort of jaunt when he walked.
I wasn't sure he would make it the first week we had him and would lie wake at
night waiting for him to stop breathing. But he did make it and filled out to
7.2 pounds. We ended up removing the rest of his teeth the first summer we had
him; there simply wasn't enough tissue to hold them. He was a true chow-hound
and lived to eat. Not having teeth just slowed him down a little, but he even
got pigs' ears treats. I would cut the pig's ear in strips and peel one side off
so he would have a pliable piece to gnaw on.
With a receding lower jaw and no teeth his tongue wouldn't stay in his mouth so
he always seems to have a goofy grin, but Patch wasn't a goofy dog. He was very
smart and funny on purpose. He would start running in the kitchen and looked
like a cartoon; his little legs would start spinning in place, then suddenly he
would be gone. Lynn made him a red coat that he loved and he looked like a
miniature Superdog racing through the house with his coat.
The other dogs gave Patch special status. He was liked by every dog that he ever
met. Nobody snapped at Patch. If you took a vote among all of our dogs about
which was the best dog, they would all vote for themselves. But then they would
all vote for Patch to be in second place. He and Pansy would play fight and
steal each other's toys all day long. Patch could make room for himself on the
couch or the bed by just moving everyone over, including us, and no one ever
argued with him. Patch would play fight with all of the dogs and had the most
ferocious growl. On those occasions when he really did get mad, he would run at
the offending dog and knock him down; no one retaliated.
Although he understood the concept of housebreaking, Patch never embraced
it. And no one cared. He was a good dog, but what made him great was that we
didn't care what he did; he was Patch. Patch never had to be punished for
anything. He could be argumentative and very stubborn, even by dachshund
He was too small to jump up on furniture and couldn't do steps at all, so he got
carried around a lot, but when he wanted down he could wiggle like no other
If he noticed that I was leaving in the car and I wasn't going to take him, he
would stomp his little feet and pitch a tantrum. He loved his car rides. He
would stand up in my lap and look out the window until he got tired and then do
his 'happy dance' in the passenger seat and go to sleep.
He had two places to hang out in the house. His crate was in the dining room and
his Hamburger Bed was right next to it. He would snooze where the mood suited
him and could keep an eye on the entire house from there.
Smufflenurks - December 2001,19 years, 2 months old
To our beloved old pup, we miss you so much and we know that car
will get it's revenge.
Abby van Buren Pippi Long - Miss A - December 2001, 12 years, 5 months old
My little girl, Abby...I miss you.
Stretch Limozeen - December 2001, 11 years old
My dear little Stretch, we miss you so much. I am so sorry
for the pain you had to endure for those final few days. We just couldn't
bring ourselves to let you go. It was all so sudden and unexpected and
unbelievable that you would ever have to leave us. Please know that we
think of you each and every day. You are still our little 'Thunder Dawg'
and 'Toad Wrangler'. Your daughter Murphy is there with you now...and
your daughter Schnitzel and grandaughter Tater send you love and
kisses. You were such a kind-hearted friend, a good mama, and a sweet old
granny. We love you now and forever. Someday we'll be together and I'll
rub your tummy and you will wave your little paws in the air asking for
more, just like you use to. We love you and miss
you. Wade-Gary-Schnitzel-Tater-C.C. and Pongo...
Spencer - 'My Little Red
Man' - December 2001, 4 years, 5 months old
It has been seven months since your untimely death at the tender young age
of only four-and-a-half years old. It seems like only yesterday when I got
the call from the doctor saying you had passed away unexpectedly. My heart
must have left my chest and moved to my throat because I couldn't respond
with any words. I was so shocked that I couldn't even cry. You and I had
been through so much during the short time we had together. You were my
'little red man' and everybody new it too. I miss so much about you,
Spencer. From the time you were only six weeks old, you were always attached
to me; if I was standing, you remained by my side, and if I was sitting, you
would be on my lap. When I came home from work, you could always be found by
the door waiting on me to drop everything I had in my arms, just to pick you
up and hold you close and talk to you. I sure do miss those days. I miss you
running to me for protection when sissy (Katie) would run you out of her
room. She would always try to deny that she cared for you, but she did. Just
between you and me, we will call it a bad case of jealousy. Even daddy was
jealous of you, too. He thought you got more attention than he did. I guess
you did, huh? You go Spence. To tell you the truth, daddy misses those
petopia moments that the two of you shared every night. That was just
something between you and him that went on every night at bedtime. When you
passed away Spencer, my life had such a void in it that I knew I would have
to find another pet, not to take your place, but to fill the void. I
searched for an entire month for Mr Chancey, the man I got you from. When I
was able to locate him, he had one of your nieces that was expecting a
litter two months after your death. I shared all my special memories with Mr
Chancey about you. He told me that I could have the first pick of the litter
when they were born. Well, I got the first two picks. I couldn't help
myself. I wish you could see them both, Spencer. I think you would approve
of them very much. Their names are Reese and Sydnee. They are the spitting
image of you. They even have the same markings as you did - beautiful dark
red coats with the four highlighted areas at the neck and shoulders. I use
to ask God to let me feel your presence because I missed you so
much; he does so through Reese. From day one, Reese's actions have been the
same as yours. He sleeps like you did, he demands the closeness that you
did, and his body is built exactly as yours was. I know this must have been
God's way of answering my prayers about you. As for Sydnee, now she is a
different story. She cuts a wide path, little man.ÊIf you were here, she
would challenge you on a daily basis. But don't worry, little man, because
you know who would be there to protect you as always. I love you Spencer,
and I miss you more than words could ever say. Although Reese and Sydnee are
a part of my life now, you are still in my heart, and are always in my
thoughts and prayers. Someday I will be meeting you at the Rainbow Bridge. I
can't wait until that moment when our eyes meet, little man. I want you to
run as fast as your little legs will carry you so I can sweep you up in my
arms and talk to you like so many times before. But this time I won't let
you back down because I want to hold you while we cross the Rainbow Bridge
together. Take care of yourself Spencer, and I will be seeing you soon. With
all my love, MOM.
Wurstel Bennyboy - December
2001, 16 years, 6 months old
L-LOVE PURE LOVE
Dixie who loved to ride the four-wheeler - December 2001, 2 years, 3 months
She was the best, smartest, and most loving dog we had ever
had! She always loved to ride the four-wheeler with us, and she could always
find a critter in the yard to defend us from :) She is still missed by me
and my kids and husband, but luckily we do have a female pup of hers to keep
us company and she is following in her mommy's foot steps. We still miss our
'Dixie dog' - she was a special little girl.
Herman Pittman - December 2001, 14 years old
Oscar Bodine -
November 2001, 9 years old
He came to our house from unknown...but left with our
hearts. We loved you Oscar, and will always love you.
Rusty - December
2001, 16 years old
My sweet Rusty,
I miss you oh so much. You were my best friend in the world. You were always
there through the sad times and the good times. I miss having you around. You
were the best thing that ever happened. As you grew older your health was
failing and it was so hard to see you suffer. You are now at the Rainbow
Bridge and your buddy, Opie, is now with you. I hope you guys are happy. I
just picture in my head you two running in the grass together, happy and
feeling great. We love and miss you sooo much.
Love, Mom, Dad, Farrah
Snoopy Gosnell -
December 2001, 5 years, 2 months old
Our first baby - born 15 October 1996 and died 3 December
2001. He was the best little fellow you could ask for. He was easily
trained and slept by the bed on mommy's side. He developed pancreatitis and
was in early stages of diabetes. He spent his last night in the hospital and
crossed the Bridge alone. He will never be forgotten.
Love ya Dad
Homer Boy - December
2001, 10 years old
We adopted Hommie when he was five years old. He was a very
large standard-size doxie with a red coat and long hair. We buried him under
the bench swing in the yard. Homer loved to lie on the swing for hours and
slowly swing with me. I miss him dearly. Even now when I sit and swing I can
almost feel him there with me.
2001, 3 to 4 years old
- December 2001, age not known
I miss him, but we will see each other some
Sam Cookie Large - December 2001, 15 years, 6 months old
He was a gentleman - courteous, dignified, noble and a little reserved. Six years after he went to the Bridge, I still miss him every day.
Sam Cookie Large - December 2001, 15 years, 6 months old
We went out one day to buy my son new school clothes, and came home with a dachshund puppy, too! You were always my noble, dignified boy, proud, serene, and (just sometimes) a little bit foolish. Living in the Internet era as you did, you had many friends around the world who followed the stories of your triumphs, and also a few of your foibles. As I wrote in verse after one of your great victories,
There once was a dachshund named Sam,
Who was more of a bone-chewing man;
But when forced to play Chase,
He got into the race,
And gave Sadie a great body slam!
Rest in peace, our dear sweet boy, and we all look forward to seeing you again one day.
Love, Mom, Dad, Tim and Dave
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