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 companion, 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 1995, 13 years, 9 months old

Kitas Uffe, beloved 'second-hand' dachshund who came to me at the age of nine and gave me almost five wonderful years. Still sadly missed today, three years after. I hope I paid back his love even if I could never reach his level of loyalty and integrity.

Bente

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 always!

Angel - February 1995, 13 years old

Angel, although you are no longer with me I still feel as if you are going to walk down the hall. I know that the end was pretty hard on you and you didn't want to leave me. But after you saw that I was happy and was going to have a good life, you said it was time. You were and always will be my Angel. LuLu is still keeping me company and will be for some time to come. She thinks she is the big cheese now that you are gone. It's funny how she stayed in the background when you were with us. I guess she felt that you were doing the best job and she was just learning from you for when she would have to take over. Well 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 toes? She is 15 now and acting like she is five. No other doxie can take your place. Mommy misses you Angel. I know that you will be waiting, and someday we shall see each other again. 'Till then sweetie, you take care and keep a eye down on us. Forever Love, Mommy

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. Again.

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 time.

Phoebe - April 1995, 6 years

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 years

A personality-free zone, but sweet. Remembered with love.

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 me...Love, Mommy

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 could 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 I guess you truly did wait for that promise, as not long after, you continued the journey all the way to the Rainbow Bridge. You were truly a devoted and 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 old

In the velvet darkness of the blackest night, burning bright
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 old

Remembered with tears. Go with God, cherished friend.

Red Dog 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 heart.

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 will always be remembered for his bravery (saving the family's golden retriever), sense of humour, and zest for life. He was the only dog his owner ever knew 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 somewhere else.

Gus - August 1995. 9 weeks old

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 day!

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.