Ch. Blithe's Midnight
Masquerade - 'Petie' - January 1995, 11
years, 3 months old
My first AKC Champion, my first longhair dachsie, my first
boy, and forever first in my heart. My friend, my comical little
living only to love and please others. What a great teacher you
were...your legacy lives on in your sons, daughters and grandchildren -
you would be proud, Petie! Loved and
cherished by Lynne Dahl*n and all
the Chazlyn Dachsies.
Kitas Uffe - January
years, 9 months old
beloved 'second-hand' dachshund who came to me
age of nine and gave me almost five wonderful years. Still sadly missed
years after. I hope I paid back his love even if I could never reach his
level of loyalty and integrity.
Gretchen Pemberton - January 1995, 5 years old
A so very sweet little girl. She had to leave us all too
soon. She loved fishing with us and we think about her every time we go
out in the boat. She came to us a tiny little package who would fall
asleep in a slipper. We will love her
Angel - February 1995, 13 years old
Angel, although you are no longer with me I still feel as
are going to walk down the hall. I know that the end was pretty hard on
you didn't want to leave me. But after you saw that I was happy and was
have a good life, you said it was time. You were and always will be my
LuLu is still keeping me company and will be for some time to come. She
she is the big cheese now that you are gone. It's funny how she stayed in
background when you were with us. I guess she felt that you were doing the
job and she was just learning from you for when she would have to take
Angel, you tought her well. LuLu misses you, but she has two sisters and a
brother to keep her on her toes, you know, the way you kept her on her
is 15 now and acting like she is five. No other doxie can take your place.
misses you Angel. I know that you will be waiting, and someday we shall
other again. 'Till then sweetie, you take care and keep a eye down on us.
Oscar Gibson - February 1995,
11 years old
You were found, then you were lost, but the many years in between were
filled with love and friendship. Rest easy old friend. Our days will come.
Mokie-Morellas' Brawny Crusader Ms
- February 1995, 11 years, 7 months old
Owned by the best of miniature dachshunds. He knew how to teach the
children in the ways of comformation shows and ob. He was fun and loving to all but
thought he had to be the one in control. He will be missed for a very long
Phoebe - April 1995, 6 years
In loving memory of Phoebe Gillette, our one bright
star in a world of dark.
Treat me kindly my beloved master,
For no heart in all the world is more greatful
For kindness than the loving heart in me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick
For though I should lick your hand between the blows.
Your patience and understanding will more quickly
Teach me the things you wold have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the
World's sweetest music. as you must know
From the fierce wagging of my tail when your
Footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside
For I am now a domesticated animal
No longer used to bitter elements...and I ask no
Greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet.
Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through
Ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in
The warmest home. I am your devoted worshiper.
And beloved Master, should the Great Master see fit
To deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away
From you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled
Hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest.
And I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew,
My fate was safest in your hands.
Phoebe was ill with a multitude of liver problem and blood
clotting problems and we miss her sorely. All our love, Peanut, Phleetwood,
Poly, Tucker, Emliy, Daphnee, Mom and Dad. Until we meet
Clayton - April 1995,
9 years old
Clayton was a well-loved family pet. Clayton went to the
Bridge because of a spinal injury which is a common problem with
dachshunds. It was the hardest decision the family had to make We buried
Clayton in our backyard with a little burial service.
Some neighbours thought we were mad doing all of this for a dog, but a dog
is a member of the family and we treat all our pets like we do humans. We
love you Clayton.
Clara - May 1995, 18
A personality-free zone, but sweet. Remembered with
Roxie the Doxie - May 1995, 5 weeks old
I just wanted to let Roxie know that her family loves and misses her
VERY much! I would also like to add that she now has another sister, brother, and a
niece - all dachshunds - the youngest being only nine weeks old. Although we only had
you for three days, we fell in love with you. I wish there was something that we could
have done to save you, but you were just too small... I will never forget the day that
parvo took you away from us. We love you... Love, mom, dad, Kari, Amy, Missy, Suzi,
Strapper, and Isabelle.
Bijou - June 1995
I think of you every day. Your blue eyes were like blue
topaz...your personality so precious..you were precious...this is why I
named you Bijou, which means 'jewel'...and you shall remain the jewel to
Kiki - June 1995, 10 to
12 years old
I sometimes feel bad you had to go through so much, and
always feel bad that you are no longer with me. You were definitely a
fighter, and pray you got as much out of our extra time together as I did.
During the 2 months that you were in the hospital, I continually promised
you that short walk through the ravine with all the trees, hills and the
creek, the one that I used to enjoy walking through. I thought if you
understand me, it would help you to hold on, and help me as well. As it
was, we finally did make it there on a beautiful warm day of June 8th, and
guess you truly did wait for that promise, as not long after, you
the journey all the way to the Rainbow Bridge. You were truly a devoted
loved companion, and you were always there when others were not. When I
make my journey, I hope to see you in front, leading all of my other loved
companions to me.
Dragon Ace Bone - June 1995, 19 years, 3 months
In the velvet darkness of the blackest night, burning
There's a guiding star - no matter what or who you are
There's a Light in the darkness of everybody's life.
Darkness must flow down the river of nights dreaming
Let the sun, and Light come streaming, into my life!
All my love, all my life: My Dragon's Light will shine on .
~REST IN PEACE~ My Beloved Midnight Rose BLESSED BE
for eternity please watch over me.
Siki - June 1995, 14 years,
7 months old
Our first dachshund was a little sensible and cunning fellow.
Siki we still miss you.
Mitzi - July 1995, 9 years
Remembered with tears. Go with God, cherished
Pemberton - July 1995, 17 years old
To our faithful companion for so many years. The best of
the best!! We miss him terribly and so do all the neighbourhood kids. The
groundhogs of NC do not miss him though!! He loved to run through the
mountains and to fish. He was the most steadfast companion I have ever
known. We miss you buddy!! Second Place in his very first AKC Obedience
Show!! out of 22 dogs. Dad and Mom will always miss you!
Janie - July 1995, 5 years old
When I was very little my mom brought home a three-week
old dachshund mix that I named Janie. She lived out in the country for
three years and was able to run all over the place. Then we moved to the
city to a very small house that Janie just hated! She was unable to run,
and she had to stay in the house all the time. She lived with us two
years at that house. She would always run off and always come
home. One night Janie did not come home, we looked every where with no
luck. The next morning we found her - she had been killed by a
car. To this day I still miss her so much. She will always be in my
Spot-Spot Taylor - July 1995, 15 years old
Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou has given,
And shall not soon depart.
Bob (a.k.a. Bubba) -
August 1995, 13 years
On Bob's last day, he enjoyed a McDonald's cheeseburger and
some Oreo cookies - most importantly, he knew his family loved him. He
always be remembered for his bravery (saving the family's golden
sense of humour, and zest for life. He was the only dog his owner ever
who could climb a tree - a particularly thick-limbed tree - even though he
couldn't get back down without a helping hand. But he had a taste for
plums...His family was blessed to have known him, but he was needed
Gus - August 1995. 9 weeks
You were with us far too short a time - we will always miss
you. Your birth mother and father, Penny and Andi, are still with us and
taking care of us everyday. If I had ever dreamed such a dreaded disease
as parvo lay lurking in the grass, you would never have been allowed to
play so hard there that day. We will always love you and know that you
are now our little angel in heaven watching over us. Play hard with
Gretchen, and know that we will be together again some
Hansel unser Stern
- August 1995, 8 years, 11 months old
Hansel was our beloved black-and-tan, mini little boy so
full of life and mischief. To this day I feel that I let him down. Hansel
died as a result of his biting a poisonous toad. We even had the patio
screened to help prevent this, but he was so quick and angry that he hit
the screen with such a force that the screen gave way. We loved him so
much and with us, his sister
Gretel grieved also.
Katy Z. Havlinskeho Vrchu - August 1995, 12 years, 1 month old
Our dachsie, Katy, was our first dachshund and continues
forever in our hearts.
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