Casey Jones - 1997, 3 years old
Our beautiful Casey was killed by a German
Shepherd in our yard. The shepherd was euthanased the same
day. She was gentle and loved our boys - now 19 and 17.
Shw would get into bed with them and lie very still, so as
not to be detected. She lives on in her gorgeous lounge
lizard pup, Gus, who is, unfortunately, getting on in
years. Casey was with us a short time, but we loved her
dearly... we are so glad you gave us Gus, our beautiful
Casey Jones. A truly gorgeous girl - black-and-tan mini
smooth. Often thought of and talked about... we love you
Frank - 1988, age unknown
Oh my goodness, little Frankdoe ...you were so handsome
brave. I only knew you a short time, but you brought so much happiness
life. I miss you terribly, and love you dearly. I'll see you on the other
side, my friend.
Hugs and slobbers, Mom
Fred - 1997, 3 years old
Fred came into our
lives as a very special young pup. He thought he was just as much of a
person as we were. Although he was my 'Dad's Dog', he showed nothing but
love for the rest of the family and was equally affectionate to all of us.
He would jump into the car as soon as you opened the door upon returning
home, always thinking he was going somewhere, or else he just HAD to be
close to you. He was a country dog and had a special 'affection' for all
the other animals around our house. He played a lot with our rooster,
'Red'. My dad took him everywhere - he was so pround of little Fred. Even
though he was the littlest of the guys, everyone thought he was one fine
dog. He had a sparkling personality, unmatched by any of the other pups
I've known. He loved and was loved by everyone he came into contact with.
No one had ever known a little dog like him. I don't know if little Fred
is at the Bridge or not. He disappeared from our home sometime in 1997. We
prefer to think that he is alive and happy in someone else's home,
hopefully being as loved and cherished as he was with us. We still miss
him greatly and can't wait to see him again one day. Love you Fred!
Susie - January 1997, 8 to 10 years
Susie, I'm sorry. I never got to say 'Goodbye'. My heart
is aching. No little tongue to lick my tears away. Punch and Nicky are
missing you dreadfully. Love you my little punkin. Wait for me, make new
friends, and no grumblebums. I won't forget you - we'll cross the Bridge
to Valhalla together.
Spicer - January 1997, 5 years old
Spicer, black-and-tan son of Buddy and Schatzie, was our first
dachshund. As his name implies, he brought spice into our lives. He was our Chief of
Security and, as only a dachshund can be, our good friend. After Spicer, we decided we
wanted only dachshunds from then on.
Ch. Sarbina's Denver
Dandy L - February 1997, 17 years old
To My Dandy -
Today you left me, my treasured friend,
I prayed and prayed our partnership would not end.
But to heaven with
the angels the Lord did send
My Sarbina's Denver Dandy.
Your will was strong - a full 17 years - you kept the veterinarians
challenged.You would not leave me at the clinic nor force me to make the
dreaded decision. You knew what you wanted and how it should be, And today
it was at home when you left me.
You were strong of heart - even though it was the same fatigued,
overworked muscle that took you from me. Overworked only because of all
the love you gave me and others.
They told me you were handsome - but I knew that all along.
They told us to get a professional handler to show you - to achieve your
championship. That a first time breeder/handler/unknown couldn't do it.
You proved them wrong and made me proud. I knew when you were awarded your
last points and final major, it was a day you would have rathered chased
squirrels. You were not impressed by it all. But you did it for me, my
You gave me great joy.
You will always be my boy.
My special little Dandy.
I will never get over missing you.
Rufus - February 1997, 16
In loving memory of 'Rufus', the very first dachshund I ever
rescued. Rufus was already a senior citizen when I rescued him from the shelter -
skinny, heartworm positive, blind, and the pads of his paws were raw from spending
so much time 'on the road'. This old man had five wonderful years with us and gave
back so much more than he ever took. I love you, Rufus...gone but not
Dach - March 1997, 4 years old
To our beloved
You always reassured us with your presence and showered us with
love...more than we could ever give in return. That loving presence
never faltered, even when dinner was late and mommy and daddy were not
in the best of moods. We will love and cherish the moments you were
with us, and only wish that your trip to the bridge is a wonderful one.
The time we had with you will never be forgotten.
Love, Mommy and
Red Fawn Too - March 1997, 15 years old
It has been six years, but I miss my Red Fawn
Brandy - April 1997, 14 years old
Brandy - My first dog. You came into my life when I was so
lonely with no family nor friends nearby. Knowing you were there kept me
going when there were times my depression was leading me into other
thoughts. You were the best thing to happen to me. Everyone who met you,
loved you. I miss you with all my heart and soul. You were my whole life
for a long time and I feel so terrible that I was the one to take you to
the Vet that day you died. How were we to know that a teeth cleaning would
kill you? I cry now as I write this but knowing that we will be together
at the Bridge someday does hold some brightness in my life. We have the
other dogs but they are not the same as you. I love them but not anywhere
near as much as I ever loved you. The hardest day of my life was the day
we drove down to Ionia with you in the car but not on my lap for the last
time with you. You rest now with Taffy, Ginger , Queenie and Scooby. You
have a beautiful rose bush to mark where we placed you. I will always love
Tiffany Tippy Toes - April 1997, 9 years old
It's been four years since you disappeared on my birthday. Not a day goes
by that I don't think about you. I pray that whoever took you from my
heart loved you as much as I did. We will meet again in heaven.
Bitsy Baybee Allen - May 1997, 10 years old
Our beloved little Bitsy Baybee, now you are free from the
pain and suffering that marked your beautiful life and wonderful self.
You will always be the light of our lives, and the joy of your memory
makes each day worth living. Someday, we will have a wonderful reunion at
The Bridge, and then, none of us will be apart ever again. Until then, we
know you are with us in spirit as the angel you always were.
Much loved and greatly missed by Virginia and Jennifer Allen, Ironton,
Hansel - May 1997, 5 years, 7 months old
Zach left us one year ago today. It has been a very sad and painful
year for he was the most precious, loving dog. I miss him terribly. My
husband brought him home to me as a surprise, after I told him that I
didn't want a dog. I had lost a dog (my family dog)
a few years before we were married and did not want to go through it
again. Little did I know that the pain would be much worse. Zach was like
a child to me. I fell in love with him the first moment I saw him. I
believe that we were meant to be together.
We were pals. He followed me everywhere. When I had my daughter two and
half years ago, I thought that he would be very jealous, but he came to
love her just as much as we did. He watched out for her and he would lie
next to her on the couch. I wish he were
still here to protect her as she grows. She will never remember him, but
we talk about him a lot. She immediately knows why I'm crying when she
sees the tears. I wish that she were able to appreciate the wonderful dog
that he was.
Zach, like other dachsies loved to sleep under the covers. He slept with
us every night. It got crowded when we got our second dachsie, Sasha, but
we loved having both of them with us. Zach would never go to bed until the
last person went upstairs. That person was more often me than my husband,
so we spent a lot of quality time together. He didn't like to go outside
too often either, especially in the winter or when it was raining. It was
almost a game every night, I would chase him out the door. He was so
stubborn sometimes, but I think that is why I loved him so so much - he
definitely had a mind of his own! He had a lot of little quirks and really
cute habits! He loved to play ball! Once you started playing with him,
he wouldn't let you stop! He liked to chase squirrels and chipmunks. He
most of all loved to snuggle up on the couch with a blanket and his mommy
or daddy or both. He loved weekends because we didn't have to go to work.
He would get so excited when we woke up and we both stayed in bed with him
and Sasha! He would start kissing us like crazy! I think that I miss
that the most!!!!
I will never forget my first 'baby'. I will miss him until the day I die.
His life was way too short, but I am grateful for having known him! He
taught me a lot about love! I love you Zachary Hansel! Daddy, Skyler,
Sasha, and I miss you very much. We'll all be together again some
Amanda Renee Overman - May 1997, 5 years, 4 months old
Amanda Renee you were a very good friend and I know I will
never have another like you. I miss your playing ball with me and
comforting me when I was sad. I hope to see you on the other side and we
will ALWAYS be friends til the end. I feel good knowing I have your ashes
and that you will always be with me where ever I go. Your grandson has
turned out to have your spirit, I see it in his eyes. Tabby and Eachibon
send their love. I love you with all my heart baby Kangaroo. Tell Megan I
miss her too. You be good for Momma. Very BIG Hug and LOTS of
Love you always, Melinda
Rollo - May 1997, 1 year, 5 months old
Rollo, you made us
laugh with your swaggering gait and your inability to jump to high. You
are sadly missed everyday even though you were not with us very long. We
have your picture on the mantle where it will always stay. Tootsie missed
you so badly when you went to the Bridge but I know that you will see her
again and run and play as you did before.
In Loving Memory, Debi and Cameron
Rachel - May 1997, 1 year, 5 months old
Rachel was the fourth of my dachsies, not the first (nor
the last) of all my babies to go to Rainbow Bridge. She was smart,and
sweet, and funny, and had a dimple on her bum. These are the things I
remember about my baby. I had such a bond with Rachie. I got her when she
was five-weeks old, and she slept on my bed for the rest of her life. The
call, 'Bedtime, Rachel!' would bring her scuttering and thumping from
whatever corner of the house she was messing with. Then there was her
addiction to anisette. There were a million little things that made life
exciting with Rachel. There is another dog who follows me now. She's not a
dachsie, but I love her every bit as much as I did Rachel.
Jem is approching the age Rachel was when she was hit, and I am so afraid.
Sometimes I wonder if I should have another dog. I love them with all my
heart, but I'm not sure if the pain of losing them is worth the joy they
bring me. My only comfort is the thought that all my babies will be
waiting for me at Rainbow Bridge, and then we can cross
Peanut - May 1997,
2 years, 6 months old
Although it is now three years later, and I have a female
doxie trying to heal the memory of your loss, I will never forget
May 1997, 11 years old
My Wee Do-Doo Bug, oh how I miss you! I failed
you when you looked to me to protect you and keep you safe.
Please, my wee one, forgive me. I miss you so very much; but it
was you, my first dachsie rescue, that changed my life. Because
of your love of me and my failure to keep you safe from all
harm, I have two dachsies (Isobel and Lawrence J) that I love
more than anything. You, my wee Digger-do, gave me a gift in
your death that I never thought to have... love of a breed
unlike any other.
Thank you, my little one, for loving me as I loved you. And
forgive me for failing you when you needed me most. I am so
sorry, Digger, and I still love and miss you with all my
I will see you at the Bridge, my little one. Go with Indi,
Teala, Mokey, and Miss Kai, they will love you as I do and I
will see you all again.
I love you Digger...Mom
Johannes - June 1997, 16 years, 4 months old
I still think that I hear your nails clicking on the
linoleum, still step
over your favorite sleeping spot at the bottom of the stairs, and still
expect you to greet me at the door when I come home. We were fortunate to
have you for 16 years, and that your energy level was that of a puppy up
untils just a few months ago. I will miss your digging as I plant flowers
in the garden and will remember how the apple blossoms stuck to the end of
You were very tired...sleep well my beloved Johannes.
Love, Judy (and Joe)
Elmo - June 1997, 10 months old
Elmo was a short-haired red doxie, with a big nose and a
big bark. His tail was always wagging. Even when I tried to be very
stern with him, he just grinned like he knew I did'tt mean it. When parvo
struck our house, I hospitalised Elmo as soon as he was a little sick; the
vet said Elmo was very active and let them know he did not think he
belonged there. But too soon, Elmo got sicker and weaker. For almost two
weeks he fought to live. He could not eat. He didn't die, but he didn't
get better. Finally, the vet let me take him home with me, to see if I
could get him to eat. But I could not. Elmo began having seizures. I
laid him next to me on the bed that night, trying to keep him warm and
give him strength. The next day I returned him to the vets. Elmo had a
seizure and died that night. I still think of him often. He was just
about the happiest little dog I ever had. I know he fought as hard as he
could to live, but he just couldn't do it. I'll be glad to see him one
day on the other side.
Elmo's littermate, Little Gladys (so named because she is the picture
of her mother) has been a great comfort to me. She also had parvo, but
survived to become a special part of our family. Little Gladys is a
loving companion and a joyful reminder of her brother Elmo.
Pretzel - June 1997, 7 years old
Pretzel, you were my joy and inspiration. You were with me
the time you were six weeks old until your untimely death. Somehow seven
years just weren't enough and there was so much more I expected to do with
you. You helped me through exile, marriage, divorce and death. I miss the
way you got so excited when I came home; when I took you out for those too
infrequent walks and your warm little body pressed up against mine when we
slept. I can't wait to see you again someday. I hope you know how much I
love and miss you.
Schnitzel - June 1997, 13 years, 10 months
She was sassy, brassy, and classy to the very end. She was
lovingly put to sleep in my arms, her body ill and tired, her spirit calm
and serene. We still miss her very much.
Mascha - June 1997, 12 years, 8 months old
She was sweet and loving, fiery and stubborn, and always
for any adventure. She followed her friend
Schnitzel to the Rainbow Bridge just two and a half weeks later, to
our tremendous grief and sorrow. We know they're up there making mischief
Ernie J. T-Bone - June
1997, 7 years old
ErineJ - you were my first dachshund. I remember getting
you when you were six weeks old - a small little red furbaby. You were
always with me, no matter where I went. I miss your barking at the pipes
on the lawn and all your kisses, snuggles and our lap time together. Most
of all playing ball with you. I want to thank you for sending me Gracie.
You knew I needed a dachshund in the house. Have fun at the Bridge and I
will be coming to walk over with you my sweet little doxie. Til then have
fun - with the other dachshunds there waiting too. You are in my heart and
Suzie Christmas - June 1997, 14 to 15 years old
I lost Suzie in June of 1997. She was my first dachshund -
a pound puppy. I remember when we first got her, we went to the drive-in
movies one night and I was worried about taking her because I thought she
would bark. When we got home she was waiting for us at the garage door.
She was a little scamp, she was always running out of the yard and
terrorising the neighborhood. She loved to ride in the car. She loved to
sleep with me. I'll miss you Suzie, I know you are having a wonderful time
at the Rainbow Bridge with Max and Maxine. I just never thought I would
lose all you guys. It just seems so lonesome without you. You don't know
how much comfort you were to my mother when she was in the rest home. She
looked forward to your visits. Thank you for your loyalty and love. I'll
miss you always.
Maxamillin Bryan - June 1997, 15 years old
Max, you were my foster child after my parents passed
away. At first you did not want to be my baby but I won you over. I know
you have joined them but I still miss you even though we only a few
Gretchen - July 1997, 12 years, 10 months
We all miss you so. I am so sorry I didn't get to
say goodbye. I hope you and Buddy are together now.
He missed you so much that he joined you within a month.
It is very hard for me to have you both gone
from this earth, but I comfort myself with the
thought that you have each other until I join
you at the bridge.
Cinnamon Wheat - July 1997, 10 years old
We miss you more and more everyday. The first day that we
saw you we knew that we had to have you. It was love at first sight. You
would be proud of the legacy that you left behind. We now have four
doxies. Trixie sure misses sunning with you. We wish we could have had
more time with you. You suffered enough, you rest now our sweet lil' lil
mon-mon. Mommy and Daddy both love you and miss you very much.
Jenni - July 1997, 14 years, 6 months old
Even though it will be three years this 31 July 31 that my
family's beloved black miniature dachsie, Jenni, went to the Rainbow
Bridge, everyone still misses her greatly at times. Jenni came into my
family's life back in March 1984, when my mom went to a neighbor's crystal
party. Mom's neighbour wanted no more to do with Jenni, so mom brought her
home. Over the years Jenni went from being a timid, scraedy cat dachsie to
a dachsie that was not afraid of cutting up and making a clown of herself.
Sadly, in mid-July 1997, my parents discovered that Jenni had a
non-cancerous tumor wrapping itself around her tummy, causing her to lose
weight. My parents did not have the money to have her operated on, so the
decision was made to have our dear little weiner dog put to sleep. In her
last days before she died, my parents made sure that Jennie was
comfortable and among friends and family.
Bridget Abbott - July 1997, 16 years, 6 months old
It has taken us this long to decide to get another pet. Losing Bridget was
traumatic, even though we knew the end was coming. Bridget was the best natured dachshund I
have ever encountered.
Whoever 'babysat' for her fell in love with her, and she is in pictures around the world. In
the last months of her life, we walked her in a stroller because she could not walk for long
distances. Many people took her picture because she was so cute. Many pictures were taken
in Strasbourg, France. If anyone ever sees this who took a picture, they would recognise the
situation. We all still miss Bridget, and we have a shrine on our kitchen wall consisting of
her picture and several ceramic butterflies.
Buddy - August 1997, 14 years, 5 months old
Buddy, I miss you
No one can ever take your place in my heart.
You were my closest friend and I cry for you every night.
Please wait for me at the bridge.
I can't wait to see you again.
Ing - August
16 years, 4 months
My best friend. I miss her more each day.
Oliver- August 1997, 16 years old
Oliver, you were the light of my life. You came into my
life when Julie (daughter) brought you home in 1981. You were her pet,
untill she left for college in 1988. You were my companion and best friend
for the next nine years. It has been one year since you went to the
Rainbow Bridge, and I still miss you and think of you every day. Will meet
you at the Bridge, Dad
Maxl - August 1997, approximately 15 years old
My son and I adopted Maxl when he was about 7 or 8. He was
a standard longhaired red dachsie, though on the small size for a
standard. He was the sweetest natured of dogs, always patient, kind and
good natured, and loved by all. He charmed everyone who met him, even
people who didn't like dogs. The day he died, jumping from my son's bed
early one Sunday morning, was the saddest of my life. He is now buried
under a buddleia tree in a corner of the land where I keep my horses. I
say hello to him every day, when I go to feed the horses, and take Reuben,
our latest dachsie, for a run. I know Maxl is waiting with all my other
animal friends who have gone to the Rainbow Bridge, and that he is
peaceful and happy and that one day, I will see him again. Goodbye,
darling Maxl. All my love. God Bless.
Oscar Leavelle - August 1997, 16 years old
Oscar baby, you were such a friend for 16 years. We miss
you still today. You were like one of our kids - I still look for you when
I come home. We have finally found another one that you would like. She
will never take your place but have a place of her own in our hearts. Her
name is Lizard (Lizzie) and she looks a lot like you. We will meet again
someday, may God watch over you. We still love you.
Honey Girl - August 1997, 3 years, 10 months old
To my sweet Honey Girl,
After your passing I saw you in my mind's eye chasing a butterfly in a
beautiful meadow. Keep playing my sweet puppy, and I'll see you again
Sissi - August 2003, 10 years, 11 months old
Dear little Sissi,
I'll miss you forever. I
loved You so much - you and I were together ten years and 11
months, and I'll always remember all the fun we've spend
together. All Your dogkisses, and your wonderful brown/dark
You were sick the last month of your life, (cancer). Now I hope
you are in God's dogheaven together with other dachshunds. And
I wish You all the best there..
In LOVE forever, your mom on
Redd - September 1997, 12 years old
little protector, we miss you. No one can
know how loving and loyal you were but us.Your sisters Ginger and Bailey
miss you more than their little faces can say. Thank you for 12 beautiful
but short years.
Yvette, Bob, and Mom & Dad miss you every day and
of you constantly.
Mickey - September 1997, about 13 years old
Our dear sweet boy Mickey,
Back in March of 1992 our son brought us a dog from the pound. The dog's
hours were counting down and our son (22 years old) felt so sad, he
decided we should take in this dog. It was love at first sight. He was
an older dog, no one really knew for sure. We took such good care of him.
I went to the library and read up on everything about dogs. We even
carried him up and down the steps and when he came to a curb in the
street, he would stop and look up and wait for me to pick him up. He
became ill on Sat. evening and early Sunday morning we brought him in to
emergency hospital. They kept him there because of his age. He was quite
old and I think it just his time to prepare for his trip over the Rainbow
Bridge - the saddest part to this story is that we (Mickey's family) all
left work early to get to the doctor's office to be with our dear Mickey.
While we were talking with the doctor, Mickey quietly slipped away. He
waited for us, just to hear and know we were with him, and then he just
died, it was so sad, I held him and kissed him and I cried and cried, I
just can't get over the loss, even as I write, tears are streaming down my
face, I miss that little guy so much, we gave him so much love and treated
him like a child, he was such a character, he had such funny ways about
him and we knew his every need. He gave us back so much more. We have
his pictures all over and there's a Rainbow Bridge poem that's framed, I
read it every day and hope and pray that Mickey's found all his friends
just this side of heaven.
Bob and Ellen
Minnie - September 1997, 12
Minnie - how wonderful she was. You are deeply missed by
all of us. Dad and Mom will never replace you. I am sorry that I didn't
make it home in time to say goodbye. You were a wonderful part of our
family and you won't be replaced. You brought so much joy to our hearts
and laughter to our home. Minnie we love you! I only hope that you knew
that. Your pain is over and we place a stone on your grave to mark your
I miss you and love you!
Erma - September 1997, 19 years old
Beloved Erma lived in a home full of love and tenderness.
Her Mom,Jean, and Dad, Gary, miss her and hope she is happy at the
Bridge.Sleep tight little Erma - happy tails.
Watson - September 1997, less than 7 years old
Watson, I love
you and miss you.Even though I may not have always shown it, you meant
the world to me.I didn't even know how much I cared until that day we
had to take you to the vet and end the problems we couldn't afford the
expensive surgery to fix. I hope your back is much better and I'll see
you when I get to the Rainbow Bridge. This one always made me think of
The dachshund, 'though long for a hound,
And a poor conductor of sound,
Can manage to hear
The approach of his rear
By keeping its ear to the ground.
Hasen - September 1997, 15 years, 4 months old
Hasen my sweet
little wheaton mini wire, you live on within my heart.
ALL I WANT (for Hasen, 5/82-9/97)
All I want is what I had with you.
Just one more yesterday,
The chance to feel and say that everything's okay.
All I want is just to see your face.
To look at you and see everything's the way it used to be.
Don't you see
No one could ever be the things you were to me?
Now you're gone,
Life somehow goes on.
You're not just a memory, you were everything to me.
Now I know
Because you live in me,
It's not possible to be without a part of me, living free.
That's what you are to me.
The sparkle in the stars,
The warmth within the sun,
The flowers in the breeze.
You've helped me see all that life can be.
You lived it so fully.
Now I must do the same
To live up to the way
You always seemed to smile,
Even if it rained.
Snoops - October 1997, 7 years, 11 months
Snoops was a very
wonderful pet. He was Mr Personality and
everyone loved him. I miss him greatly, he was my baby. His
other dachshunds friends miss him also. I look forward to the
day I am with him again, so my heart will be one
Karli - October 1997, 14 years, 9 months old
Aust Ch Gentian
Harlequin CD - Karli - Australia's first
dual titled miniature long-haired dachshund has passed to the other side
(CH/CD). Producing many champions along the way he will live on through
his progeny.Thank you for many years of love and
companionship to a true gentleman of his breed. Sadly missed Peter
and Vicki and Family.
Festus - October 1997, 2 precious years old
Goodbye my little angel!
Blazer - October 1997, 5 months old
Blazer was my whole life and he was taken from my life so
fast. I love and always will.
Little Miss Digit - October 1997, 8 months old
Bert Dietermeyer -
October 1997, 6 years old
Dieter was indeed special. He loved everyone, he was the friendliest daschie I've
ever met. The worst part of his death was that it was not necessary. He
was misdiagnosed. That really hurts me and makes me feel somewhat guilty
because I believed what I was told and HE paid the price. I know that
Psalm 139 says 'All the days ordained for me were written in Your book
before one of them came to be' and that does give me some comfort as I
believe it applies to all our friends also. Dieter was such a wonderful
daschie that God wanted to enjoy him Himself!
I only had you for 2 months, but in that time I grew to
as if you were my own child. You were all I had with me and I am sorry
that you had to leave this world so early. I love you with all my heart
and I will never forget you!!!
Jenny Love - October 1997, 16 years, 7 months old
Jenny came into our family as my Mom's 50th birthday
present from my Dad in June of 1981. My dad and I went to pick her out of
a litter with two remaining female doxies. When I picked Jenny up she fit
in the palms of my hands. The first thing she did was reach up and kiss
me! Well, that's all it took! I said to my Dad, 'she's the one!' My Mom,
of course, fell in love with her right away. Well, needless to say the
16.5 years we had with her was pure joy! She loved her mommy, daddy, and
'sisser'. The day we knew was the time to end her suffering was one of the
hardest things we ever had to do. We were with her in the end, and it was
one of the most peaceful moments - she looked up as if to say 'thank you
for the fun, exciting, loving life you have given me, and thank you for
realising it was time to say good-bye'. We will see you again someday,
Love, your sisser, Lori
Chloe Vogt - October 1997, 3 years old
Chloe was a silly little red weiner dog. She ran away from
home and we never saw her again, but we hope that she has found a good
home somewhere on this earth. If not, we know that she is in
Dexter - November 1997, 11 years
Dexter 'The Wonder Dog', we miss you very much. You still
have special place in Daddy's chair.While our hearts were broken by your loss, we are so thankful you were a
part of our family.
Love,Tom, Terri, Josh, and Rebekah
November 1997, About 15 years old
My little Sissi,
who came to my home a year after
but I had known her for nine
prior to then. Then she was a grateful companion
for six more years, giving me much relief from my
previous loss. I enjoyed all those years, too,
and I miss her lots, too. I hope she's joined Wursti
at the Rainbow Bridge and that both are waiting for me to go meet them
in the future. We all miss you.
Jessie - November 1997, 11 years, 1 month, 16 days
Jessie,I had no idea when I brought you home as a
sweet little puppy, the enormous impact you would have on my life. You
showed me a joy I didn't know existed. You quickly became my best friend,
daughter, constant companion, my entire world. We had almost 11 years of
the greatest happiness I have ever known, but your passing has caused me
the deepest pain and sorrow I have known. I will never have another dog,
you were my one, we shared a soul, you and I. I know you are happy and
waiting patiently for me in a much better place. When I see you, I will
never again let you go. I love and miss you so terribly, little 'P'. When
my time comes, please be there to meet me. Just the feel of your silky
hair and your kisses on my face, will tell me I am in heaven. I love you
more than words can say. God Bless my little girl. With all my love,
Schnitzel - November 1997, 13 years old
In loving memory of Schnitzel, my fiercely loyal and loving
little friend who is sorely missed.
Swiffles - November 1997, 14 years old
I can still remember the first day we brought Swiffles
home. I was four years old and she was the first dog that I could call my
own. She was so sweet and cute. She would run and play and we taught her
how to do tricks. We almost lost her to heartworms as soon as we got her,
but thanks to a loving vet we didn't. As years went by and we got older,
we started spending less time with our little dog, whom I will always
think of as a puppy. Other dogs came and went, but Swiffles was always
there. All she ever wanted was some treats and some love. She hated the
winter-time, because she didn't have that much fur, so we would let her
sleep in the laundry room on the cold nights. She didn't like being inside
otherwise. Then, the day came when she decided she didn't want to spend
another winter here. She went into her doghouse and laid down, and died
quietly in her sleep. She went with dignity, and that's how I'll always
remember her. I know that she's waiting on me and my family at the Rainbow
Bridge, and that I will see her again someday.
Marie Wilbee Taller, CDX - November1997, 17 years
She was the sweetest little girl who ever lived! She hated
horses, but loved to ride the tractor while I cut the grass. I`ll always
Rascal Grams -
November 1997, 14 years old
Rascal was a rescued doxie from Virginia. He was one sweet
boy, my shado. He made friends with the neighbour's kitten, Red Dog. The
kitten grew up and was Rascal's best animal friend,and when Rascal passed,
Red was witness and he knew and he grieved so badly that his owner took
him to the vet, only to find nothing wrong him - he just missed Rascal.
Then we found another doxie at the Humane Society - a six-year-old girl.
Now she is my best friend and she and Red Dog (the cat) are best
friends, but I will always miss my Rascal.
Noodle 'Puppy' Zey - November 1997, 13
Puppy - he was a dear little angel. He was quirky and funny. We miss you very
much - it's been five years and we still love and miss you a lot. I'm sorry I never got to
tell you goodbye the way I wanted to and I'm sorry I didn't give you all the cookies you
wanted on the day you passed away. I hope you are with all your friends at the Rainbow
Bridge. We will be there soon, Pup, to be with you always. I miss your antics and you growling
at me. We love you.
Shu-Shu - December 1997, 9 years old
Our friend Shu-Shu went to the bridge just two days ago.
She was a sweet and loving brown girl. She lived with our friends,
Teresa, Dan, Joseph, and Jacob for nine years. She was more than just a
pet, she was part of the family. She filled their home with joy and all
our lives with laughter. We'll miss you Shu, please wait for us at the
Gonzo - December
1997, nine days short of 16 years old
The loss of my best friend, Gonzo, has put a permanent and
irretrievable scar on my heart. He was my sunshine and my joy, he made
everyday worth living. Being without him is like being without oxygen. I
miss him so much. Visiting him daily at his final resting place provides
little comfort other than knowing besides his lasting memory he is with me
always in spirit. He was a perfect friend, a perfect confidant and a
totally perfect dog. There will never be another for me like Gonzo. I
love him with all my heart and I always will.Love,
Shatten - December 1997, 7 years old
Shatten, my faithful,
devoted, loving friend.I remember the day a friend of my
brother's brought you to my house. He had found you in his Denver
neighborhood. He held on to you for 3 days searching for your family. He
knew I already had two doxies, Zepplin and Adolph, so he was hoping I
would take you in. And since that day that tiny black and tan baby has
enriched my life.
My faithful devoted loving friend, I miss you so much. Your constant
chatter is gone now, the house is so quiet, without my liitle Shatten to
tattletale on the other five doxies. Your delicate ways, your beautiful
eyes, your handsome prance are all cherished memories now. My little girl
we are so lost without you. Rest in Peace my gentle, lively, intelligent
and fussy friend. We love you......Moma, Zepplin, Adolph, Rommel, Oscar,
Max and your new granddaughter, Shatz.
Oscar - December 1997, 14 years old
I was only with Oscar for a short while - about four years. But
when he was gone it seemed like it had been ages. I still miss the jingling of
his tags when we come home, but I know that I'll see him again.
we meet again, I love you Oscar! Gina
Taffy - 1997, 12 years old
Taffy, you were a very special part of our family for so
many years. We will always miss you, girl.
Cashew - December
1997, 5 years old
Cashew, you will forever be in our hearts and minds.We will
never forget that cold winter day you left us. We were not ready to let
you go but we thank the Lord that you didn't suffer.We feel so much
comfort knowing that you will be protected under the Rainbow Bridge and be
at peace.We love you Dooley!! Someday we will be together again!! Sweet
dreams, little man!
Love always,Charlie,Annie,Ashley,Luke,and your
little weiner buddies - Peanut (Piggy Lou) Dabby (Edweina) Rudy (Toots)
Oscar (Hairy Biscuits). Love,Love,Love!!!
Shorty Hampton -
December 1997, 4 years old
Shorty was a black-and-tan longhair. He was a rescue dog on
his way to doom because he heard his own drummer. He was my special friend
and I loved him very much. He was killed by a car. It was an accident but
you know how you always wonder if you could have done something. I miss
him so much even after three years. I have a young doxie now, but he will
never take Shorty's place in my heart. He will have his own place. Thank
you, Shorty, for your wonderful time with me. See you, Buddy. Love,
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