Dachshund Memorial Garden
- 1998, 6 years old
This is a dedication for my mother and little Scoot. Scoot
was my mother's best friend. In a sense, part of my mother died when Scoot
died. She even questioned her faith when he died. He was very independent,
but at the same time, very sensitive and loving. He was very much like my
mother - maybe that's why they cliqued so well. He always knew when
something was wrong. He just stared with concern and love when he sensed
that my sister, my mother or I were upset. He loved the outdoors, as my
mother does, and jumped at any opportunity to be with my mother in the
wilderness. He thought he was a horse, he was raised around them and
thought he was just as big as they were, maybe even bigger. He was a very
happy dog and led a fun, happy life. Although in my opinion, and I'm sure
my mother's, much too short a life. I guess it's quality that counts more
than quanity, right? He died very suddenly. He was hit by a truck and died
instantly. We were very thankful in our sadness that he died quickly. We
all miss him, especially Mom. He'll never be forgotten. We'll meet you at
the Bridge, Scoot~ Until then, we all love you and miss you bigger than
Cecil - January 1998, 14 years old
It's New Year's Day 1998. I awoke to find my red doxie had
gone to the Bridge. Cecil
was adopted from an animal shelter. We had him 8 years.The doctor
he was about 14. Last year the doctor told me that he had a 'big heart'.
said, 'I know that doc, but what is wrong with him?' He then explained
what he meant was Cecil had an enlarged heart. He had moments when he was
very ill. Coughing, choking it seemed endlessly. And then he would feel
great for days on end. Sure, he got fat. Couldn't climb stairs anymore.
But his sheer joy was knowing he was loved. He was my constant
companion. There was no where I could walk in the house without him
eventually following me. He loved the covers.I actually found him one
time in the sleeve of one of my sweatshirts that had been on the floor.
He was looking for cover and made do with what he found. As a matter of
fact, it gave me a great idea for a sweater for him.It especially was
accomodating for those short legs.
Cecil's birthday was the 4th of July. At least we designated it because
that is when we adopted him. He always knew when that day came. He was
always anxious for the neighborhood block party to begin so that he could
gather all the hot dogs and hamburgers that everyone would 'drop'. We
would put on his red, white and blue kerchief and he would parade this
block like he owned it. He truly felt the Fourth was his birthday.
Cecil slept in my bed. On New Years eve I put him in the bed and I went to
watch some more TV. He was barking, 'C'mon mom. You're supposed to come
to bed.' But I yelled at him and told him to be quiet: 'I will come when
am ready'. I fell asleep on the couch. About 6 a.m. New Years day I went
in my room and found him lying in my spot. His body was still warm. He
was limp. His eyes were focused on the door...
He fell asleep and died ...waiting for me. I feel so guilty. I should've
not yelled at him. He must have died thinking I was mad at him.
In 1996, my best girlfriend drowned in Maui on vacation. Cecil was sad
right with me. He would wipe my tears away. He would snuggle and comfort
me in my suffering. Now, I need to know that he still loves me...I should
have not been mean to him that night.
I have lost the two best friends I have ever had.
Life is really lonely now.
I buried Cecil in my rock garden. He loved to come back there with me and
chase squirrels and birds. He loved that part of the yard and under that
It's New Years Day 1998. I started the year burying my friend. I know he
has arrived at the Bridge and now has my best friend to play with. They
have a good time together until I come to join them.
Cecil, you were so smart. Excuse me for being so dumb. Remember always
that 'Mommy loves you'.I will miss you, everyday.
Oscar - January
1998, 9 years old
His spirit was indomitable. Dare I say that - indomitable?
What does that mean? Unconquerable, invincible, unyielding. In the face
of danger,no one was braver. But because of his overwhelming confidence
in himself, when there was no danger, no one was more loving. A perfect
balance of strength and gentleness - a warrior poet. As Byron noted in
poem, Epitaph for a Dog, such praise 'would be unmeaning flattery
inscribed over human ashes...' but we have all known such
Hanz - January 1998,7 years, 9 months old
Hanz is my
baby. He was brought to our family when my aunt had to go Nevada for the
Gulf war. He has stayed by my side through all the changes in my life. I
feel he is one of the smartest dogs. With the hardest life. At age 2 he developed the
dachshund skin problem. My mom did daycare and he spent every nap sleeping with each
daycare child. He put up with them and didn't bite even when 3 year old
Tony body slamed him. He was very special dog and no one nore no other dog can take the place he left in my
Belle of the Prairie - January 1998, 4 years,
6 months old
My poor Belle was
viciously attacked and killed by a
neighbor dog. She leaves behind two baby boys. She was a very shy, very
loving friend and I will miss her always.This is in tribute to you, my
little Belle of the Prairie. I love you.
Tobias 'our first'
Henry (Toby) - January 1998, 14 years, 6 months old
I had wanted a dachshund as far back as I can remember.
When I was eight years old, I was blessed with Toby. He was my best
friend, and constant companion. Toby slept with me every night, sometimes
stealing the covers to make sure he was completely covered. He was never
without his trusty tennis ball, and would play catch until your arm wore
out. Everyone knew Toby for that. He would play ball with anyone who
walked in the house and wouldn't stop! He was with me through so much in
my life; the passing of my grandfather, and the extremely difficult loss
of my mother when I was 18. Toby seemed to grieve with us all, and helped
me through it. When I got my own house, I was told how Toby would sit by
my bedroom door for hours on end, waiting for me, proving his love and
devotion. Toby stopped eating in January of 1998, and a visit to the vet
showed a cancerous mass in his stomach. He went to the Bridge on 29
January 1998. I miss you so much, my dear Toby, and I know I'll see you
again, and that in the mean time you'll be playing ball with grandpa and
mom, being their endless entertainment. I love you.
Sweet and Classy Momma's LIttle Sassy - January 1998, 4 years, 4 months old
You where only here a short time sweet girl, but you brought so much
joy and happieness to us, We did all we could for you when you got sick, but we did
not want you to suffer, rest in peace, sweet girl. We miss you so very much - you
left a great void, but we will meet again, in the mean time play with Sam Sam. We
love you sweet girl. Mom and Dad
Webber - January 1998, 2 years
Webber was a muscular and brave dachs. I loved him very much but,
unfortunately, he was hit by a car and I will never forget him. I love you,
Huey Sushi -
January 1998, 14 years, 4 months old
All that they wanted for Christmas was a 'hot
dog. My daughters were 3 and 4 and Santa brought their 'hot dog'
in a big box with a big bow. He never cried and when they
finally opened the box they were so excited that they forgot
everything else but him. They decided to name him Huey Sushi. He
was black and tan and a wonderful little boy. He grew up with
the girls and swam with them, shared ice cream cones with them
and went boating with us and wore his own life vest. He loved to
spend the weekend on the boat and be taken to shore in the dingy
to do his business. He always barked before landing to let
everyone know that he had arrived!
When he was a year old we got him a sister and he guarded her
with his life. Missy Simein and Huey were quite the pair.They
also made the rounds at night so no one felt left out of them
sleeping with them. Every morning they were in Mom and Dad's bed
Huey had been sick for awhile and I (all of us) loved him so we
did everything that we could for him. The vet said before
Christmas that Huey was very sick and that we really needed to
think about letting him go to doxie heaven. It broke our hearts
to even think about this.
After his oldest sister got home from college for Chrismas we
all loved on him as much as we could and then that January night
that he just got so ill and could not breath we called the vet
and she met us at her office. We all went, including Missy, so
she could say goodbye also. His youngest human sister held him
and we all kissed and loved him. I think Huey was ready to go to
the Rainbow Bridge. I know that we were not, but we all know we
will see him again one day. Missy followed him a little over a
year later. But before she passed on a new little boy came into
our lives and he was loved from the start. Parker is now 10 and
has 3 brothers, all of whom were over a year and one was a
Huey and Missy are in urns in the family room and I will always
love and miss them and know one day we will see them
I can't imagine life with out dachshunds in it and everyone of
them is so very special.
Droupy - February 1998, 19 years old
Droupy. My little baby Droupy. I am going to miss you so
little pal. You will always be my best friend and I will always have a
place in my heart for you. There are lots of dachshunds in this world but
none can ever be as special as my little baby Droupy. He always slept with
me at night and comforted me when I cried. He made me laugh. His bark was
a lot bigger than he ever was.My grandpa called him Snoopy. He was a part
of the family and always will be. Droupy, I love you and always will.
Dedicated to the best little dog in the world...DROUPY LOPEZ
Lopez Family. ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN
Lincoln Log - February 1998, 17 years old
I lost my beloved Lincoln
Log today, just before his 17th birthday. I believe God will let us be
with our pets someday. So Link,look for me at the Rainbow Bridge. I look
forward to our wonderful reunion. Love, Mamu
February 1998, 13 years old
Today,I lost a friend. We first met in February 1986 and,in
the many years of my association with her, I was introduced to the
competitive world of dachshunds. She stayed by me through a disasterous
divorce and a major surgery. And she was my constant companion, when a
work-related injury kept me wheelchair-bound for 8 months. She walked
many miles beside me at field trials and celebrated or commiserated with
me at the outcomes of our ventures at many dog shows. While not much of a
conversationalist when we traveled together to shows and trials, prefering
to sleep while I drove through the night, she knew my moods
better than anyone else. She gave me so much and never asked for
anything in return. Yes, I have lost a friend. When her cancer was
diagnosed two years ago, she went on as before while I was devastated at
the thought of losing my friend. And, today, she passed to the other side
as quietly as she was in life. My friend is gone, but I know that Jenny is
now at the Bridge with her daughter, Missy, waiting for the time when I
will join them.
Jacques - February 1998, 12 years old
Tso's Jacques Dubois
(AKA Jacques Dubois Lohman)My beloved Standard
Dachshund of over 11 years
came into my life as a gift to my husband. I had
always had bassett hounds, but my husband insisted
that the dachshund was definitely the "breed of
choice"! I thought to myself, "well, they are both
of the hound group and they are both long and low
to the ground", and I acquiesced. When we went to
the breeder to select our puppy, my husband chose
the quietest, mildest-mannered male in the entire
group. This was a good choice, for Jacques re-
mained calm throughout his life, which I have since
found to be a rarity in dachshunds.
Jacques lived with us from puppyhood until his
recent death. He went through all of our many 'ups
and downs', and was probably the best psychiatrist
two people ever could have had. When our youngest
son died at age 5 1/2 to a tragic accident, Jacques
was there to help us through our grief.
Nearly two years ago, Jacques was diagnosed with a
rare disease called Cushing's. We did everything
humanly possible to maintain his medical condition
and quality of life. Finances were not even a consideration. He was, after all, a very important
member of our family. Nonetheless, his condition
deteriorated to the point that his disease became
unmanageable. Basically, his internal organs began
to 'shut down', one by one. Finally, we felt there
was no other decision but euthanasia. It was not
a decision easily made.
Jacques's kind veterinarian friend, Dr. Robert
Orrell, helped him to the Rainbow Bridge. Jacques
was cremated and his ashes sit alongside those of
Jacques will live in our hearts forever. We miss
Julie, Griff and Monique (his female doxie companion)
Clancy - February 1998, 10 years old
It's very difficult to articulate what I feel right now.
Four days ago I craddled my daxie in my arms and carried her to the vet's
for the last time. I held her tight and comforted her until the end. In
my head I know I did what was best for her, but there is now an ache in my
heart. My entire family misses her dearly.I know that time will lessen
the pain but not the memory and for that I am grateful.
Dasha - Cliffborne's Dark Diplomat - February 1998, 14 years, 2 months
My beloved little girl, you gave me nothing but joy for 14
years, and you were a more important part of my life than anyone knew. I
carry you always in my heart, and I long for the day we will be together
gain. With much love and appreciation too fom Nonni, Bobby, Courtney, Dane
and Daddy, your Mommy.
Blackdot (Ollie) - February 1998, 9 years, 3 months old
Oliver died five years ago, in 1998, on my 15th birthday.
He was a Christmas gift from my parents when I was five years old. He was
a standard doxie, slim as a young dog, plump as an old man. He was a
friend like no other. He was loyal, charming, relentless. He would fight
till his death for me, very protective of me!!! I remember waking up and
getting ready for school, exited because I was turning 15 that day. I
hadn't given Oliver a kiss before I left, which I regret. I came home
from school to find him all bundled up in a blanket, stone cold, and
dead. Rigamortis had set in. I picked his stiffened body up in my arms
and cried hysterically. My parents and I had no clue what the cause of
death was, or that he was even sick. I think it's a mystery as to why he
chose to leave me on my birthday, but for whatever reason, he is greatly
missed. I buried him in my parent's backyard, in Pennsylvannia. It has
taken me a few years to get over him. He was something special. You don't
see dogs like him everyday. Last Christmas, my husband suprised me with a
mini-doxie. I named him Elvis. He is my pride and joy now. He, too, is
unique and special in every way. I see some of Oliver in him, but nothing
could ever replace OLIVER BLACKDOT! I also have a female I adoted, named
Fiona. She and Elvis are expecting babies in three weeks. I will always
own a dachshund for the rest of my llife! I am a doxie lover! R.I.P.
OLIVER. I LOVE YOU!
Tasha - March 1998, 3 years,
6 months old
Tasha was my baby. I will miss her every day until I see
again. She was taken too soon.
Teddy Bear - March 1998, 15 years, 6 months old
My loving dachshund Teddy Bear (Teddy). You were the
sweetest and most loyal pet. I brought you home as a baby after losing my
first dachshund. Your loving spirit helped aid in the healing after my
loss. I have so many memories, too numerous to list here.
Some of my most pleasant memories of you are watching you bark and chase
leaves in the yard as a young pup, angrily barking at the mailman for
dropping mail on your head through the slot in the front door, chasing
toys thrown to you all the way down the hall, curling up on my lap for a
nap, chasing grapes thrown to you as a snack, and your sad eyes looking up
at me begging me to pick you up.
You were a very loving and gentle companion. Once I left home, you stayed
parents and played watchdog and loving companion to them. Your loss was
and still is felt deeply by all of those that loved you the most. You will
always hold a special place in my heart, and I will be there with you
again when we meet at that special place, the Rainbow
Your Mommy, Denise
Casey - March 1998, 14 years old
Casey, the mini-dachsie, came to us at the young age of six
weeks. Her parents had been poisoned with rat poison by new neighbors who
didn't like dogs.There were six puppies who needed homes and I brought home a tiny handful
of dachsie who soon got over her fright and learned to act as a happy
Casey loved car rides and walks and would cock her head in the special
direction if any mention was given of those words. Casey would bark at the
door bell ringing and would bark loudly at strangers until they came near
and then she would run and hide behind a family member.
Casey learned to manipulate my family by only eating dry dog food if it
came with crackers, or cheese, or carrots (she LOVED carrots). Casey would
always get a treat by sitting on her haunches and begging! Never failed.
It was a blessing she never had back problems. Casey was the morning alarm
clock to get up and at night would come for 'let's go beddie bye'. She
preferred to sleep crossways
on the bed and would kick or push as hard as she could to get me to
move. At age six she developed the first breast tumor. The vet removed the
malignant tumor and spayed Casey.At age eight Casey developed another
breast tumor. The test results came back benign for it.
At Christmas 1997, I noticed a different shaped growth on Casey's
abdominal area. Casey had begun sleeping much more than usual, had gained
40 per cent of her body weight and had no energy. The vet operated once
again and said he got all of the malignant tumor. One month after the
operation Casey began having violent seizures 40 min. apart. The cancer
had spread to her brain. The vet wouldn't tell us what was going on. I
don't think he wanted to be the one to break the news to us. One of the
aids told us what the problem was.Taking Casey to the vet for euthanisia
was the hardest thing my parents and I have ever had to do. Casey was the
center of the family.
We hated to see her suffer and it was emotionally killing us, too. We are
still grieving. One day I know another little dachsie will come along that
desperately needs a home, but right now my parents say they don't ever
want another dog although it is much to quiet around the house and they
have nothing else to focus their attention on. I hope they change their
minds. We will never forget our little brown torpedo!
Pepper - March 1998, 16 years,1 months old
I miss you. I knew that the day would come that you would have to leave
me, but I still was not prepared to let you go. I was with you when you
came into the world and you immediately became a big part of my life. You
were special from the start. You survived your devastating illness as a
young puppy from sheer will to live and my love to grow strong. As you
grew our bond grew stronger and you protected me when I needed protecting.
No one but you and I will ever know the hardships we have endured.
I miss having you as a bed buddy and chair buddy. You were my shadow
everywhere I went and I still sometime feel as if you should be by my
side. Your Daddy and brother Yogi miss you too. I say your name and your
brother looks for you. I know you know how much you were loved. The day we
made that final trip to the vets for him to help you to the Rainbow Bridge
was hard for me. I remember him saying to me 'thank you for loving him'
and I looked at you and said 'thank you for loving me'. Rest well my sweet
baby and watch for me, for I know that someday we will be together again.
Bear - March 1998, 12 years, 4 months old
Bear, you were
my first canine companion. I miss you and always will. We shared all of
life's trials and tribulations for over 12 years. I have never known a
more devoted, loving friend. Milo has moved in to keep me company. I think
you sent him from heaven to watch over me and your nemesis, Roger. You may
be interested that Mary, your trusted babysitter is now a canine devotee.
We miss you my beloved little fellow. Marilyn and Roger.
McGuyver's Little Moose
- March 1998, 4 years, 6 months old
My heart still aches for my Moose, even though it has been
two years since he went to the the Bridge after a sudden intestinal
illness. I still cry for him when I think about the pain he endured at the
end. I got him for my 30th birthday, and I lost him after only 4 1/2 short
years on the same day that my dad had a stroke. My memories of that day
are nearly unbearable. The helplessness of holding him while there was
nothing anyone could do for him, and the emptiness of my home since his
death. No one could ever know how comforted me during the darkest hours of
my personal life. I know I'll see you again one day. I have prayed to God
to take good care of you until then! All of my love,
Maude - March 1998, 3 years, 1 month old
Maude was my first dachsie. She was a red long haired mini
who would rather play ball than do any thing else. She was my baby and I
still miss her very much. They tried to save her but she did not make it
through surgery. She played so hard because she knew her time her was
short. I know when my time comes she will be waiting for me with a ball in
Connor Moon -
March 1998, 10 years, 5 months old
Connor was a beautiful boy. He kept his younger sister and
brother in line - and the rest of us as well.
He is missed by all of us every day.
Axel Rod -
April 1998, 13 years old
Buddy - April 1998, 3 years, 11 months, 29 days old
My best friend, Buddy, died one day before his 4th
birthday. He developed autoimmune hemolytic anemia, and within five days
of the initial diagnosis, he was gone! For a dog that had never been sick
a day in the almost-four-years he was on this earth, this disease ravaged
and destroyed his body so completely, nothing could have been done to save
him. He was always so healthy and athletic. He was unstoppable. The
doctors were never able to determine how Buddy got the anemia. It just
seems so senseless!
I just cannot believe he's gone. In this life, I can never again, never
again tickle his tummy, or give him big kissies. I can never throw his
favourite football, or play the 'bathtub game' again. I can never see him
go swimming in the lake, with his tail wagging back and forth like a
rudder. I can never take him to McDonald's for a cheeseburger, or sing him
his very own song that I made up just for him. I can never snuggle with
him, or just pet him for hours, like I used to. I can never do his 'Buddy
Buddy had gotten me through some of the roughest times in my life. Even
when I had no one else, and nothing else, Buddy was always there, just
ready to love me. God knew how much I needed a best friend like him, and
then he gave me Buddy as a gift. He was a hugh part of my safety and
security. Everyone who ever met Buddy, knew just how special he was, how
unique. He was just the coolest, and everyone knew it. And now there is
this hugh void in my life.
My husband and I treasure every single day that we had with Buddy. He was
so funny. He always brought laughter and joy to our home, and even when I
think of him today, through the tears, he still brings a smile to my face.
He was just the best!
I know he is in a very special place right now. I like to think that God
has a special angel just for Buddy, because Buddy needs someone to throw
his football! I know that he is no longer sick or scared. Right now, I
think he's just waiting and watching out for his Mommy and Daddy to come
Buddy, don't worry. It won't be too long before Mommy and Daddy will be
with you again. And this time, when we see you, we will never ever be
separated again. We can't wait to hold you, give you big kissies, and
simply love you. You are always in our hearts and minds, so please, just
hold on, we're coming soon and we'll cross the Bridge
D.O.G. - April 1998, 6 months old
To my beloved D.O.G. who I
will miss. I only had you for 4 months but it was a lifetime to me. I miss
Ernie - April 1998, 7 years, 1 month old
Ernie was my
November 30th found him limping, and by the time he was at the vet, he was
paralyzed. Three hours in the car to have emergency surgery left my baby
with a 20 per cent chance of ever walking. But he was determined
January came with two feet of snow in the yard, so I made tunnels, and
Ernie followed me, held up by the snow. It wasn't the most graceful walk
I've ever seen, but it was walking !!!
April 11th was one of the saddest days of my life. Ernie and I had been up
for four days in a row, me without sleeping, him a little. Every time he
tried to move, he would scream out in excruciating pain. I held him so he
couldn't move...and I looked deeply into his eyes. They were so sad...he
looked as though he said, 'mama, please let me go...' I didn't want to, so
I prayed and I prayed. I believe that God wanted me to let him go,
Seven o'clock in the morning, Ernie died peacefully in my arms, in his own
bed, surrounded by people that loved him...
and always will...
Little Jen - April 1998, 9 months old
The day I got
Jen I was so excited and happy for she
was my first dog.I got her not knowing a whole lot about dogs. She was
abouttwo months old when I brought her home and little did I know she was
sick. The day I took her to the vet I was very shocked when he told me she
was anemic, so he gave us some medicine and very little chance that she
would live. My boyfriend and I babied her and took the best possible care
of her, and she pulled through to be the friendliest and most energetic
puppy you have ever seen. My boyfriend lived with me at the time and she
ended being a daddy's girl. She was about eight months old when I had to
move back home and I took her with me. She loved it even more at her new
home because my sister also has a dachsund and they would just run and
play until they wore each other out, but she still loved my boyfriend most
of all. He completely spoiled her. She knew she always would have his
complete and undivided attention. About a month after I moved back home,
my vet and especially my dad said I needed to have her fixed because he
didn't need anymore dogs, so I went and had her fixed. Her operation was
successful, but a few days later her surgery didnt hold well and she died
a tragic death. Fortunately my dad found her and called me and told me to
come home and what had happened. I still feel guilty to this day to what
happened to you, Boo-Boo, but dad feels even worse, so this is why I'm
writing this page because we all still love you and you are missed very
much. Even Diane cried when you died. Ruby misses you most of all though
she was your first dog friend, she knew you were gone too. We miss
you and love you.
Mommy, Daddy, Ruby, Mamaw, Papaw, Diane, Michael, Gina, David, Lady, Mom,
Dad, Amy, and Ladybug
Murfie - May 1998, 10 years, 2 months
A note to our beloved friend. Murfie, you were the most
loving dog in the world. You loved nothing more than to be under your
blanket or held by Mom, and you never asked for more. Murfie, you left us
so suddenly and we don't know why. Please know that Kristin and Mom would
have been with you if we could have. You are loved and missed by so many,
especially your buddy Cody. We hope that you feel better now and can run,
play, and be happy. We will see you again someday. Kristin and Mom love
you and we will never forget you.
Badger - May 1998, 2 years, 7 months old
was one of the many cherished gifts god has
given me. But unfortunately I lost him to soon. And the moment he was gone
my world was thrown away. I'm happy I had him for the mere 2 1/2 years he
lived, but I am conscious of the fact that the hurt will never go away.
While being aware of my eternal heartache, I make sure that I am also
aware of what a unique, effervescent, and brilliant dog he was, and
forvever will be in my heart. Badger was something special, unlike any
other animal I've ever known. With his presence he brought a Zen feeling,
and he stole the hearts of everyone he met. I would love to help people
with the death of pets, but first I must find a way to help myself. Pets
are gifts not everyone gets the privilege of recieving, so be thankful you
have a pet and don't take its life for granted.
Cherish each day you share with it, and never forget the good
My name is Nicole, I'm 12 years old, and Badger
was my a brother to me.
Tiffany - May 1998, 15 years
We miss you tremendously. Although we have your ashes here
at home in a special urn we selected for you, you are sadly missed. You
were always there when we needed you. Your beauty, sweet personality and
charm were uplifting. Gosh, I wish there was a fountain of youth when you
were here...if I had my choice, you'd be around forever. There will never
be a replacement for you; you were one of a kind. We miss your dachsie
kisses and all the other ways you showed us your love. We hope you are
happy now. You were so sick - that last week was rough - knowing we had to
put you down but not wanting to lose you. I hope you know we loved you
with all our hearts. Please forgive us if you were in pain that last week
- the thought of losing you was too much of a burden. We will always love
you - you are sadly missed.
Your loving owners, Mom, Dad, and
Gabbie - May 1998, 9 years, 6 months
You were our pride and joy, and at times the only friend we
had to lean on. If we were sick or lonely, you were right beside us to
offer love and comfort. You were the Absolute Best Dog. All
you ever asked
of Life was to be with us. May you run and play and wait for us at the
Roxie - May 1998, 14 years old
In the midst of a divorce, with my son choosing to go with
his father and take our dog, my daughter and I went to visit an old
friend. She had two miniature doxies. My daughter had such a great time
playing with them that she told me she wanted a dog like that. The very
next day, on a Monday morning, I went back to work at the vet's office.
The woman in the kennel in back said for me to come and see what we'd
gotten in over the weekend. It was the smallest (about 6 lbs.), cutest
little brindle doxie I had ever seen. When she looked up at me with those
big brown eyes and that cute smile, with tail going 90 miles an hour, I
fell in love.
The owner of the dog, at the time about seven years old, had left her
there to find her a good home, as she was unable to keep her. It was like
a gift from God. I took the dog, called Sunny by her previous owner, home
and surprised my daughter when she got off the school bus with our new
family member. She was thrilled! She decided to name her Roxanne the
Dachsund and call her Roxie.
It was perfect for her personality - so outgoing and warnm hearted. Roxie
immediately was our baby; you would have never known she hadn't always
been with us. After we all settled in our new home after I had remarried,
it soon became apparent that the neighbors and everyone loved her. She
made friends so easily and was always the center of attention wherever we
went. Everyone thought she was a puppy. And she stayed a puppy for
seven-and-a-half more years.
Then recently she started to act like an old lady. She'd always been
cold-natured and liked to curl up under the covers (or inside a pillow
case or shirt sleeve), but suddenly, she didn't want to get up, visit with
us, bark at a cat, answer or the doorbell or much of anything. She still
ate like a pig, though. Then a couple of weeks ago, she started moving
even slower, was sick at her stomach and very tired. The vet said she was
OK, just old. He put her on antibiotics and gave her a vitamin shot and
she was much better for a day or so. I think she just wound down. She
finally lost her appetite and stayed holed up in her bed all the time. On
28 May1998, our beloved family member just gave up. I found her at the top
of the stairs, in shock and unconscious. It appeared that she had tried to
get to where we were sitting, even though she had avoided us for days, and
had had a stroke or seizure. We rushed her to the vet, but it wasn't long
after that she left us.
I like the idea that she went to wait for us at the Bridge. I always knew
that our pets would be waiting for us, and your story is such a beautiful
reminder of that. Thank you for the opportunity to tell you a little about
our baby; there's so much more, but then, I think most of you know, don't
you. She was so special and we will always miss her, but I understand that
she was tired, so I had to let her go. Goodbye, sweet Roxie; we'll see you
at the Bridge. We can just imagine you running and playing again.
Love, Your family, Sarah, John, Mom and Big
Fraulein - May 1998, 17 years old
When Fraulein died, I felt like I had lost my best friend.
After 17 years, we had been through thick and thin together. I miss her
very much and am undecided as to whether I should get another one. I have
collected over a 100 dachshund collectibles. Now they stand in memory of
my beloved Fraulein.
Sir Jasper Leroy Longfellow - May 1998, 9 years old
To our precious, beloved dog-son, Jasper: You came into out
lives when you were four days old, a dappled little hotdog laying in our
palms, the pick of the litter, one of two litter-survivors. We adored you
the second we saw you, and a forever-bond was formed. Ill as an infant, we
were so afraid we'd lose you before you were weaned and ready to come home
to us; but you were strong and survived and came home, and positively
changed our lives forever. Every single human who saw you was amazed by
your beauty and presence, from your vets to the doctors at the hospital
and everyone between. We'd share with them our own amazement upon meeting
you at four days old. We'd TRY to express our deep feelings of pride of
and love for you. We'd TRY to say how blessed we felt that you were in our
family and lives.
Remember how you always slept on Daddy's tummy when you were a baby? He
loved it. Remember how you were our 'tooger boy', never allowing us to
kiss without you being in the middle, getting your own fair share of
physical and soul-felt affection? We loved it. Remember how you'd growl
playfully, sounding like a large bumble bee, creating the most delightful
musical sound Mommie ever heard in her entire life? She loved it. Remember
how you'd run circles around your bigger-than-you cat-sister, Phylicia Lee
Long, nose-poking her ears and bottom, while Daddy'd say, 'Give kitty
tooger!'? (She hated it.) We loved it. (We hope you two are doing just
that right now!) Remember looking up and discovering clover blossoms in
the field and deciding they were the most wonderful things in the world?
You'd pick one by the stem and run and romp with it in your mouth,
experiencing the ultimate of a joy-filled life. We are so grateful to have
pictures of that; we ALL loved it.
We've picked out the flowers for your grave; we'll plant them this fall.
They're diminutive, blue and beautiful, perfect for you. Your body and all
around it will be lovely next spring--though, of course, that beauty will
be but a minute fraction of yours.
You came into our lives when you were four days old, a dappled, little
hotdog laying in our palms. A forever-bond was formed. You left our lives
at nine years old, a dappled little hotdog lying in our arms. Missing you
is agony. We loved and treasured you every second of all our days of the
nine years we were blessed with your presence. We mourn every second of
all our days until we're all together again. Meet us at The Bridge, Our
Love, our wonderful, precious son, Jasper.
Forever Yours, Daddy and
Sophie - May 1998, 7 months old
Sophie was our baby when she was tragically hit by a car.
She played with her 'ball-ball' until I almost went insane, but I loved
our little girl. She is remembered by a memorial set up in our backyard.
We love you Sophie! Jim and Joli and Casey
Uschi - May 1998, 14 years, 3 months old
To little Uschi, the sweetest angel that God allowed to
share our lives. We miss you! Love forever from Mom, Turbo Tuborg and
Avery - Summer 1998, 3 to 4 years old
Avery was not
mine. He belonged to my friend, Amanda, and her aunt. Amanda's cousins
were watching Avery and took him to the park, where he fell in the lake
and drowned. I never met Avery, but, thinking that he drowned gave me
complete burns in my heart. God bless him and I hope his soul is in
Abby - Abbygirl - May 1998, 4 years, 10 months old
Our little Abby was the light of our lives. We will never
forget her sweet 'dachsie' ways. In the 4 short years she was with us she
touched our lives so much. We brought our son, Matthew, into the world and
she welcomed him home as if she was his guardian angel. Matthew is 5 now
and asks why Abby can not come back.I tell him, 'Now she is at the Bridge,
looking down on us and our newly-extended family of dachsies Ginger and
There will never be another Abby - you have a place in our hearts forever
Abbygirl. Though the many tears we have shed come less and are replaced
with wonderful memories, you are gone but not forgotten.
Mommy, daddy and Matthew
Schatzie (Babydog) - June 1998, 12 year old
Babygirl, you were just that, my Baby. You were the one
light in a life of dark loneliness. Always there when I was down and loyal
to a fault. I spoiled you rotten and I am proud of it!
Babygirl, my puppy, I love you so much and I will miss you more than I can
put into words! I hope that wherever you are that you have a nice, big
load of towels fresh out of the dryer to climb into. Bye-bye girl, I'll
see you soon!
- June 1998, 13 years, 1 month, 3 days old
My darling, precious, baby! How could I have known when I
got you 14 short months ago that our time together would be so limited? I
wish I could have been with you when you left, to help ease your passage
beyond. I hope that it was easy for you.
When you came to me, I saw in you the love of life that you demonstrated
right up until the very end. YOU taught me the love of an older dog, a
senior rescue, come to me in the autumn of your life. And because of you,
I will never again let a dachsies age be a consideration in adopting a
rescue in the future.
Goodbye, my Precious Punky.
Daddy LOVES you, with all his heart.
A special tribute to Punky, by Susan van Niekerk
The Rescue Dog
I took a little dog home that day,
He was ugly and bad, it's true,
Only I could see
His true beauty shining through.
I put him down at my front door,
So he could walk inside,
And when I opened up for him,
He just stood there, eyes open wide.
A big soft bed was there for him,
A fluffy blanket blue,
A heap of toys was nearby,
All bright and shiny and new.
All this for me he seemed to say,
His little eyes they shone,
No more need to bite, or cower, or cringe
All fear and anger gone.
He paid me back a thousand times
My furry faithful friend,
A better friend I never had
Right up until the end.
We walked a long and rocky road,
Through trouble, grief and strife,
And in the dark and stormy days
He gave meaning to my life.
I thought my heart would break,
When the time came for him to go,
I buried him in his blanket blue
Beneath the cold white snow.
Sometimes I still hear his little bark,
Feel the touch of a velvet paw,
And I still stoop down to greet him
When I open my front door.
Pupper - June 1998, 5 years old
Pupper we will always love you and always miss you!
Mom, Dunc, Bobby, Annie, Bernie, Quinn, Carolyn, Will, Jacks, Harrison,
Lizzie, Chris, Ashley, Andy and even Tom.
Levi Buttonfly - June 1998, 6 months old
Thank God for the four months that He gave us with Levi.
enriched our lives so greatly. We are saddened by his tragic death.
Although we didn't have him long, we fell in love with his true dachshund
spirit. We'll always remember Levi's own special dachshund games and ways.
We love you Levi. Hold down the fort. See ya at Rainbow Bridge.
Cinnamon Sabin - June 1998, 9 years old
This was a most special dog. She could understand any and
all feelings. She was very intuitive to our moods, giving love, laughter
and a hug when needed. She would always know which was appropriate. She
was a fun dog. She took excellent care of all her toys. We still have some
today that she had for years. We do miss her so very much. Cinnamon, there
will never be another like you, and we will never forget
Tuff - June 1998, 8 months old
Tuff came barrelling into my life at a teeny six- week-old,
and he was instantly my best friend. I was in an emotionally abusive
marriage, and it was nice to know that there was at least one loved one
who would always greet me at the door with a smile and a loving heart.
Tuff was tragically killed at a young age by a heartless motorist who
didn't even stop to see if he was okay, and I grieved for a long time when
he was gone.
He was a best friend to my doberman, Reno, who was stolen from my yard
last October, and he was my first inside dog. I will never be able to
replace him, but I am in line for one of his brothers or sisters later
this spring. And I know one day I'll see him again, waiting for me at the
Scooobie (three Os
because he loved the oooo sound) - June 1998, age not known
My Scooobs was my best friend and I still get teary when I
think about him and how much I miss him. I still get that lump in my
throat and the ache in my heart when I realise that he's gone. Scooobie
was supposed to live forever - all it childish fantasy. I sometimes get so
angry when I think that I ever got angry with him for chewing up my shoes
or eating all the toilet paper in the bathrooms or peeing on the carpet.
It all seems so trivial now and sometimes I wish I could take all of it
back. I don't think I could've asked for a better friend who was so eager
to listen to my ramblings or comfort me when I was down or 'laugh' with me
when all was right in the world. His kind old eyes used to look at me as
if to say, 'Hello, my friend'. I miss him so very much.
Brandi Shayna, The Turkey Dog - June 1998, 15 years, 2 months old
Dear Girl, you had many a nickname, but none so
appropriate as the one by which everyone knew you. Ever since that
infamous day that you devoured more than half of that 12-pound smoked
turkey, you became a legend - the Legend of the Turkey Dog. You did what
you wanted, when you wanted and how you wanted. Some might call that
disobedient. Others would say you were willful. I like to think of it as
you being your own dog. That's what made you so incredibly special. You
were a 'stop and smell the roses' dog. For you, the shortest distance
between two points was wherever you wanted to go. Whenever I hear the
song, 'Wind Beneath My Wings', I think of you. We love you and miss you
Meggy - June 1998, 12 years old
I can't believe it has been six years since you were
carried by the angels to Rainbow Bridge in the
hush of a warm June morning. I thought my heart
would break into a thousand pieces as you closed
your eyes for the last time. Peacefully and merci-
fully and everywhere around me I thought I heard
the rush of angel wings.
Ah, to wake and breath the celestial air...in God's beautiful place
where the sun is always shining and the rainbows are everywhere!
feel your little body healthy and youthful again. To run and play in the
forever sunshine, I know you listen for my footsteps as you wait
patiently.. at The Master's side...'At Thy right hand, in Thy
bright land...by Living waters'. Until we see each
other again. I love you My Tiny Angel,
Ladypup - July 1998, 7 years, 1 month old
Heidi - July 1998, 13 years, 9 months old
This is a tribute to our wonderful little Heidi - you were
our best buddy. You were always referred to as our 'little lady' by
everyone who knew you. Your daddy and I knew and loved you so much. We
never can express how much the time you spent with us meant to us. All
those hours of lap and petting time, we'll certainly miss that time. Our
hardest time of the day is when we come home from work. I miss your head
peeking our of the mini blinds and your endless bark of excitement as I
parked the car anticipating all the licks I'd get from you as I would come
in the door. Daddy misses your lap time and how your soft coat felt on his
hard-working hands while mommy made supper. Your baby Schnutzie is so
lonely for you, she's very sad she is keeping your favorite spot behind
daddy's chair on the pillow warm. When we mention your name she looks for
you with a look of saddness. It has been very hard and so shocking losing
you Heidi we know you were in such pain when we came home from work that
day to find you hanging on by a thread, and we only can think that you
wanted to give us a last goodbye. It was so peaceful as we laid you to
rest and we know you are now on the Rainbow Bridge waiting for us and your
baby Schnutzie. Your daddy and I cannot stop thinking about you and
talking about the past. How we brought you home that day, the motorcycle
races, our camping trips, your fanny bark, the puppies, chasing Schnutzie
around he pool, chasing squirrels down the yard, sitting pretty for your
"treats", how you always cleaned yourself and kept yourself so beautiful.
I look down the yard and I can picture you. You left us with a big void in
our hearts, lumps in our throats and a million tears, but with memories
that we will have for our entire lifetime. We now have to learn to think
of our times together and remember you with happiness because our times
together were always happy. We thank you Heidi for the time you spent with
us, and how you gave yourself and your love always so unconditionally. We
will be looking for you some day because we know you are waiting for us on
the Rainbow Bridge and we told Schnutzie that you, her mommy, will be
there for her some day to once again look after her. Thank you Heidi for
helping us learn a lesson of love and dedication and devotion. Love,
Debbie, Tom & Schuntzie XX0XX
TD - July 1998, 9 years, 6 months old
TD came to us as a guest for a few weeks, but his owner
never came back to get him. I am so grateful that he stayed on as a member
of our family. TD was fiesty, protective and 10 feet tall. He was
protecting what was his home and family and the danger was a much larger
dog. We took him to the vet and they stabilised him to prepare him for
surgery. He was torn to shreads and they weren't quite sure how much
damage there was, but if he would stabilise enough for surgery he would
most likely be just fine. They were able to operate on him and at that
time they found out that his windpipe had been severed and he had been
breathing all day long through the hole in his throat, he did not want to
die. The surgery went well and he came out of it just fine, but after
several hours he just breathed a sigh and laid his head down to sleep. He
never woke up. He had fought so long and so hard to stay alive he was too
tired to fight anymore. There is a vast emptiness in my heart that can
never be filled. When I go out in the yard and TD is not running under my
feet or romping off in front of me I will miss him. When it is dinner time
and there is no one picking up a dish and sling it across the kitchen
floor or getting in the pantry and pulling out the canister of food and
dragging it into the middle of the floor, I will miss him. When I open the
door in the morning to go feed the horse and there is no one to run out
into the yard and bark to clear the yard of all critters, I will miss him.
When I go to bed at night and there is no one on the pillow above my head
and no paw resting on my neck, I will miss him. I will see you at Rainbow
Bridge TD and what a reunion we will have.
Lady Heidi of Devonshire - July 1998, 15 years
Our sweet girl, Lady Heidi of Devonshire, came into our
lives in June 1983. She immediately claimed possession of our
On her first night with us, we were going to have her sleep in the
bathroom adjacent to the master bedroom - but she would have none of it.
She cried and cried, and of course, we gave in. She came into the bed with
us and slept there from that time on.
She was notable for her beauty, her sweetness - and her licking!!! She
loved to lick; it was her favorite pastime.
One highpoint was her trip to Europe in 1985. She traveled with us to the
Netherlands, flying there with us inside the cabin of a KLM plane. We also
visited and enjoyed Germany, Italy, Austria, and Switzerland.
This gentle adorable pup will always live in our hearts, bringing us joy
in her memory.
Linda and Larry in Delaware
Brandchris' Mighty Dawg,
Skeeter - May 1998, 12 years, 9 months old
A dog with such heart is hard to find. A great obedience
dog that I
waited a lifetime for. And people said it couldn't be done with a dachsie.
All C.D. scores over 190 - you showed them. A better pet I couldn't have
had. You kept me on my toes all the times and were always there with a
snuggle or wet kiss when I needed one. Take care , God bless, Can't wait
till we meet again. All you four-footed buddies miss you lots, too.
Lady Little Bit - July 1998, 6 years old
My sweet,sweet 'Little Bit'...It has been a while since you
have been gone but I still grieve everyday. I know now you are finally
free from your inability to play, run and dig like you always loved to.
You were so brave and faithful right to the very end. I shall always carry
you in my heart and in my dreams...
Ossi - July 1998, 14 years old
My beloved friend I will never forget you...
and I know that we will meet again.
Nikki Delrio - July 1998, 9 years old
Nikki, You brought so much joy into our lives and that's
why you'll always live within our hearts. We still miss you.
Sake Sushi - July 1998, 16 years old
You are my best friend - more than just a pet.You were part of the
family. I watched you grow up and you watched me grow up. We went through thick and
thin together. You made a good travelling buddy. I always remember you and love
you. I hope one day we will be together again.
Tiger Parker -
July 1998, 15 years old
My dear darling little boy. You were such a little devil
but I will forever miss you. I remember the times you took mommy's under
garments into the living room and tossed them like a stuffed toy for
everyone to see. You aged so gracefully that you are still missed, my
baby boy. Please wait for me to join you.
Baby - August 1998, 10 years, 6 months
Darling Baby,I miss you so badly, the pain in my heart
justs gets stronger and stronger. You were the best friend I ever had. You
were so full of love and joy. You brightened many a person's life with
your sweet, gentle, loving ways. People stop us and ask where you are and
we tell them and they are sad too. To see you was to love you. I fell in
love with you the first time I saw you. Even as you grew older and got ill
you loved and gave with all you heart. Even through my tears I think back
on you and smile thinking of all you ways and the things you did. It was
so very hard letting you go even though we knew you felt so bad. Someday,
Precious Puppy, we will meet you at the Bridge. Watch for us but play and
don't miss us too much for I can't bear the thought of you unhappy. I love
you and always will. Mamaw
Cowboy Del Bufalo - August 1998, 3 years, 3 months old
It's way too quiet around here without you around, barking and wanting to
play all the time. Roxie and your babies all miss you as we do. They pull
your toys out and play with them a bit; probably trying to be close to you
again. While you are waiting for us look for Reggie. He'll watch over you
and keep you safe until we get there, then we'll take over. We all love
and miss you very much and you'll always be in our thoughts and our
hearts. Wait for us by the Bridge and we'll be looking for you and Reggie.
Don't forget us, we'll always be with you. Loving you both, Mom and Dad
Michel - August 1998, 13 years old
Michel (1986-1998) red longhair mini, Michel was our beloved companion
for 13 years. He was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. He suffered
much and after many month of valiantly enduring my need to hold on to him,
he looked at me with his loving eyes this morning and I understood that it
was time to let him go. He enriched our lifes and we have been blessed to
have him to love for so long. He leaves behind his mate of 10 years
'Chelly', and their pups from three different litters, Rude, Nuschka and
Schatze. It was so very hard to say good bye. Our family is richer for
having had Michel's endearing ways brighten our days, we shall allways
remember him well. Please pray for us. In deep sadness
April - August 1998, 16 years, old
For now and forever, my little puppy...always. Our little
miniature dachshund was the love of our lives given to me for a Christmas
present in 1988. I still remember that cute little thing tied to a post.
She was a miniature long hair - the cutest little red dog you ever saw.
She was an ex-show dog who, because she had lost so many puppies, they
were going to have her put down. But she was saved by her gentle nature
and kind heart. The years rolled by but our little dachshund didn't seem
When her teeth reached the stage of removal she was taken to the vet and
had them cleaned and removed and she marched on. for many more years,
until her teeth were troubling her again. She had to have her canine teeth
removed and many others. The vet informed us she had blood poisoning and
this would greatly shorten her life, but several months later, when she
was eating, we had forgotten the vet's warnings. We purchased another dog
- a sheltie.. They were at fist frightened of each other but after a week
they became the best of friends.
But, alas, our little puppy only got to spend a short three weeks with her
new buddy. She passed away peacfully in her favorite spot in the early
morning of August first 1998. Her spot was one that would catch the early
sun in the morning. I was not home, and I heard of her passing over the
phone. I broke down I screamed 'WHY?' It was so unfair. She was buriied in
her own garden with her basket, brush, pillow, food bowl, collar, and
tags. Her friend., Duke, was bewildered he didn't eat for two weeks, poor
fellow. He soon found contentment In my little puppy sitting at the gate
when I come home from school. But when I look closely I see only the sad
eyes of Duke, missing his friend.
My Dear April missed by all.
Sir Damien - August 1998, 17 years, 6 months old
The sorrow and grief I continue to feel for my friend Damien has not
subsided any since his death in August of this year. Damien would have
been 18 years old this year. From the day I was given Damien as a
Valentine's Day present we have been inseperable. We travelled together in
my sports car; top down; wind blowing through his long coat; nose held
high, taking in all the smells and sights. Hotel accommodations were
always made around him with his comfort and needs always the priority. It
is very hard for me to even talk about him without becoming very
emotional. I know I will be joined with him again when I arrive at the
Rainbow Bridge before my journey to heaven begins but the loneliness and
emptiness I feel are at times unbearable.
Aggy - August 1998, 3 years old
Aggy was a very special dachshund to us. She was a
miniature wire- haired dachshund that came to us very shy because she was
neglected. We gave her tons of love and affection. We also have another
dachshund and they were great playmates. She died while giving birth and
the baby died also. She keeps a very special place in my heart and I miss
her a lot.
Ritzy Fritz - August 1998, 10 years old
Our dearest Fritz, taken from us much too soon. A special
dog from day one, he brought us into the world of dachshund clubs and dog
shows, field trials and earthdogs tests. In short, a little dog who
changed our lives enormously. From the first year with a knee injury,
through adolescence with back problems, followed by a diagnosis of
Cushing's disease, Fritz lived every day of his life in some sort of pain
but never inflicted it on anyone. I like to remember him when he had a
full-but-curly black and tan longhair coat, sitting in the sun or running
in the field. He waits at the Bridge with Schnaps, Pooh and Miche - all
special dachshunds who went before him. He will be followed someday by
more dachsie friends - Ryan, Bentley, Rosie and Topper. Once you've loved
a dachshund, you will love dachshunds forever. We love you beautiful Fritz
and can't wait to see you again someday.
Heidi - August 1998, 17 years, 1 month, 9 days old
Hi Boogie! It has been a year-and-a-half since you left us
for greener pastures, but you are missed each and everyday! We miss
running with you and lying in the sun with you, taking you to the beach
and watching you play. You protected us and you let us know when strangers
were around. One day we will all meet again and you will be greeted with
so much love!
Max - August 1998,
8 years, 6 months old
Max was brown and so so so cute.He loved to run in my
backyard. He was a very good dog.
Jelly Bean - September 1998, 4 years, old
It is so hard to believe that you are gone. We buried you
last night next to
TD and I know that the two of you are now running
together at Rainbow Bridge. I miss you so much I don't know if I will be
able to express it. I look across the yard and expect to see you running
to greet me with all the love and happiness you always showed. You never
seemed to tire of loving us and making us as happy as you were. I miss all
of your hugs and kisses and the little grunts you made when you hugged me.
Jam, Oscar and Sassy are still very sad. They don't understand why you are
not here, but I will tell them that you went to keep TD company until I
get there. I am sure that there are squirrles and rabbits for you to
chase, but I wouldn't bother the birds if I were you it might get you in
trouble. You and TD take care of each other and be good to one another and
I will come get you when it is time. I love you and miss you so very much.
I am so sorry 'Little Girl' I am truly so sorry.
Scout - September 1998, 2 months old
Scout was a
gift from my step-dad, as he had 'rescued' Scout and his sister, Bitsy. He
was only with me for a short period of time, but he took a big piece of me
with him to the Bridge. I lost him to Parvo on this date, 21 September
Hawkeye - September 1998, 16 years, 3 months old
Hawkeye, I love you so much. You mean so much to me. I know
you were old and were
ready to go. The only thing that gives me great comfort is knowing you
went to the Bridge while sleeping next to me. You never liked being away
from me. When you were younger, I tried to understand why you were so bad.
Your doctor told me, that was your personality and I would have to accept
it. I tried to break your spirit, to make you do what I wanted. It is only
now I realize it was you who made me do what you wanted. I know that I was
overprotective of you and at times made you miserable. I accomplished my
goal of allowing you to live a long long life. I will always love and miss
you. I will remember you.
Jubel - September 1998, 1 year old
How can I begin to express how much joy Jubel brought into our
lives? I am a junior in college now and I am the last child out of the
house. I bought Jubel, who was a red, short-haired mini-dachsund, from a
family friend for my mother's birthday. I bought it at first to ease the
pain of me being out of the house but he soon consumed all of our lives.
We only had him for a little over a year but in that year he became
family. He got into something that poisoned his precious little 10 pound
body and he ended up passing on to the Bridge at just a little over one
year old. It has now been two weeks since he left us, but it still hurts
just as bad. It will no longer be the same when I go home for the weekends
and he doesn't run to the door to greet me. It's not the same calling home
talking to my parents and not hearing my mom say, 'Jubel, quit it!' as he
insists on playing with her. He was always the happiest when the whole
family was at the house. He had all of his people there and he would just
run around the house with joy. My parents and I still aren't sure that he
realised that he wasn't a human. In ways he was, though. He could
communicate just by looking into your eyes. He was a mischievious little
thing. He would go back to one of the bedrooms and come running out with a
dirty sock or something else and would cut his eyes at you on his way
through the den to make sure that you noticed so you would chase him. I
could go on forever about the little things that made him so adorable,
like how he would play real hard for a while and then just fall out and
sleep in your lap for a while. He brought so much joy into our lives. I
have never seen my parents happier than when they had him. He truly is
missed and we are looking at getting another miniature dachsund hoping
that it will ease the pain. After having Jubel, I don't think my parents
will ever have anything else but a dachsund. Thanks to everyone who may
read this for the sympathy. I have included my mother's e-mail address so for anyone that
may wish to write.
Amber Red Reed of Albaney - September 1998, 12 years old
Melvin - September
1998, 11 years old
Melvin was my best pal. We played, we laughed, we had a
great time together. I wish I could have been there more at the end, but I
always thought we'd have more time... I still hear you some nights, buddy!
I'll meet you there some day.
'Teensie' Norman -
September 1998, 13 years old
To our most couragous doxie, Norman, who showed all of us
what determination is when, at the age of 1 1/2 years you had to get to
learn how to master your wheels. As depressed as you were all of a sudden
away you went, never stopping. You bring us great joy and special
memories. I know you are watching Arthur and making sure he is keeping
track of your squirrels and birds. You trained him well. We miss you but
we know you are there.
Love always mom, dad and Arthur
Ginger Snap - October 1998, 4 years old
I always said you were my 'angel'. One of the finest souls
to grace the earth. Thank you for the time you spent with us, we love you
and miss you.
Mommy, Daddy, Brandy and Paul
Bambi - October 1998, 5 years old
In dedication to my beloved Bambi. I can still see you
playing with Snapple who is very lonely now without you. You are missed so
much, and can't believe you are now gone. There is an empty place in my
heart, and I miss you snuggling my feet at the bottom of the bed. I'll
never forget you, Bam. I regret the times I blew you off and didn't play
with you. I never dreamt you'd be gone so early in life. You leave behind
a family with two young children who will always love their
Grendal - October 1998, 18 years old
Exactly one week ago on 16 October1998 we lost the most
caring, loving, and proctective dog I have ever known, Grendal Lee. I am
only 14 years old therefore ever since I can remember Grendal has been
around. We lost her son, Schnapps, two years ago just before Thanksgiving,
but now the two can run and play together along with their lifetime fried,
Gretchen. We will always miss you Grendal...Schnapps...and
Sonia - October 1998, 6 years old
You were my special friend, my best friend. I miss you so
very much. Until we are together again, wait for me at the
Gretchen Isabella - October 1998, 9 years, 11 months old
To my sweet little Gretchen - you always were and always
will be an angel in my eyes, and my best friend. You will always be loved
and missed greatly. I look forward to seeing you again someday in heaven.
Hopefully God has given you a special chair and a squeaky weeny to play
with. Love always, Mistress
Helsa Hem Madi - October 1998, 16 years old
The dearest companion from 1982 until 1998 - she was much
loved and so very loving. Her little garden outside my window has her
'Schutzman' Cameron - October 1998, 9 years old
You gave me lots of joy, and you made me laugh so hard
at times I was sometimes near tears. I'd like to have had you longer
but God had other plans - he needed you in heaven to give a helping
hand. So I've had to let you go, but I keep you in my heart for you
were my special friend and your love and mine will never part!!
Love you always Schultzman!
Madi - our Ugi Ugi - October 1998, 16 years old
Dearest Madi - Friend and companion of my retirement - dearly
loved and sadly missed by all of the family.
Abigail Ann Asby - October 1998, 5 years old
To our baby Abby who brought more joy and love into our
hearts than we could have ever imagined. We miss you terribly, think of you
often and will never forget you! Mom, Dad and Cole.
Paco - November 1998,
1 year, 8 months old
My poor baby died tonight. He was so full of life. He
leaves behind two dachsie brothers and his loving humans. I miss him so
Casey - November 1998, 1
year, 1 month, 3 days old
My husband and I went to get my parents a dog last year for
Christmas.We only went to get one dog -the breeders had two dogs out. I
fell in love with the little red dog, and so did my husband so we took
them both home. That was a very special Christmas. Casey loved to run and
chase things. Last Thursday morning my son was taking him outside to his
pen and Casey jumped out of his arms. He wanted to go bark at some kids
across the street. My son went to get him and Casey ran back across the
road - he had almost made it when he was run over by car. My kids saw this
and they picked him up and tried to save him, but they couldn't. This
happened about 10 minutes before I got home from work. If only I had left
15 minutes sooner, my baby would still be here.I feel so guilty. The last
night he was with me he wanted something I was eating (he even waved for
it) and I got mad at him for begging and I wouldn't give it to him. I
didn't even tell him good-bye before I went to work. If I could turn back
the clock,I would have done everything differntly. Casey quickly learned
how to get his way with me and he moved into all of our hearts. We love
you so much Casey and I am so sorry,I hope Jesus is giving you BBQ chips -
I know you love them. We will see you in heaven. I would really like to
think my children for trying to take care of him that day, you did the
best you could. We love you Casey - Mommy,Daddy,David,Kendra and
Buttons - November 1998, 14 years old
On a bright sunshiny morning we lost our beautiful BUTTONS
as I held her in my arms,looking into those big brown eyes full of love
and understanding we said a prayer. Fron the day that we brought her home
she was our constant companion and JOY, very loving and loyal with an
undaunted spirit,some day we will be together again, till then she will
have a place in our hearts.
Max - November
1998, 11 months old
Jen died I just couldn't bare to live without a little dog. I missed
her so much and didn't know what to do without her so I wound up getting
another daschund. Little did I know this would have tragic ending also. I
got Max at about two months also. He was also a red daschund, but this
time it was a male. I instantly fell in love with him. He was definitely
my dog and he also grew very fond of my dad. Max would go to bed with me
at night and get up with me at 5 o'clock every morning. Max was shy, but
playful. I use to call him 'Tootynanners' for some reason. It was weird
but it stuck. I use to play with him and toss his favorite squeaky corn
toy which I still have and wish I had a picture with him holding it to
post. No one misses Max as much as I do. It still feels like he should
still be here under my feet or in my bed asleep. I miss him greeting me at
the front door in the afternoon or lying in my bed when I got home. He was
such a good little pup - housetrained and all - and I miss him so much. I
hate that he had to go but he's not alone as he has little Jen. I miss you
two so much and I just want to say I love you Max and Little Jen. Just
hang on one day I'll meet you two at Rainbow Bridge.
Cricket -November 1998, 6 years old
Missed by your whole family...Mom, Dad, Layla, Shawn, Alex,
Damien, Shad, Jesse, Hadessha, Amanda, Dexter, Baxter, Zazoo, Zelda,
Remington, Her-she, and your son, Bosco Bojangles...
Hansie Collier -
November 1998, 14 years old
For my little dachshund Hansie - I still miss you. Hansie,
you and Mara were always there for me when I felt alone. You gave me the
happiness, love and friendship I need. Even though I have your photos and
memories I still miss you both. You will always be a part of my memory for
as long as my memory holds true and you will always retain my love for you
both forever. I still love you both always. Keith
Annie Oakley - November1998, 3 years, 6 months old
Annie Oakley was the love of our life, she was everything to
us. Joy and happiness, love and laughter. Our home is a very lonely place with
you gone from us. We know that you are waiting for us at the Bridge We just
went out to the barn and came back in to find you gone. Dad and I worked on
you with CPR, but you had left us alone. We will never forget you, we will
always love you and have tears in our eyes when we think of you.
Momma and Dad
Suzanna Doxie Cusic (Suzie) - November 1998, 14 years old
To my beautiful little red head, who came into my home
and my heart on 10 June 1984. You were such a delighful little girl and
so very loyal to your mistress. My heart broke the day you died and I
cried and I cried. Your ashes are in an urn that I can look at every day
- and remember my beautiful little red head.
Aimee's Precious Lydia - December 1998, 4 years, 5 months old
Lydia was my first doxie. She was sweet and understood
every word I said. After I had Lydia I acquired two more doxies, Kramer
and Chloe. Lydia was out for her morning run and she was in some nearby
trees when a large coyote was spotted creeping her way. She was fierce and
tried to keep him away but he tore into her before anyone could stop him.
He left her there dead and only ate her stomach. My poor Lydia was dead.
No one can understand the pain I went through - if only I had known of the
danger that awaited my poor Lydia. I will never forget my angel who
brought such unconditional love to me.
Oscar - December 1998, 6 years old
Oscar, you were my best friend. You always had a wagging
tail for everyone. You helped me realise what was important in life. I
knew you were in a lot of pain and I hope that I did the best thing for
you. I will always miss you.
Prissy - December 1998, 8 years old
Priss, as much as I loved you, and as much as I gave you,
you loved me a thousand times more. I will never stop loving you, or
missing you. I will never forget your sweet face, or the way that you
talked to me when I was upset. We went through a lot together, and I would
not have made it without you. I have never seen a friend as loyal or
loving as you, and I may never again. It is hard to believe that the couch
cushions will never be smashed down from you lying on them, or that I
will never find black and tan hairs all over my clean laundry. I will
never find your chews buried in the couch. I miss you, sweet dog. My best
friend. Love, Mommy
Neisha - December 1998, 5 years old
I had a red mini-dachshund - her name was Neisha. She was
my best friend in the whole world. I lost her 8 December 1998 when she was
only five years old. There isn't a day that goes by without my thinking
about her. No one can ever know the pain I felt when I lost her. My
friends all thought I was nuts to be so sad about a little dog, but to me
she was more than a dog, she was my best buddy. Neisha was my first
dachshund. We have added a new addition to our family, Sophie, a
black-and-tan mini-dachshund who's very special and worming her way right
to my heart. Dachshunds are very special dogs and I will always own one.
THere will never be another Neisha and I miss her everyday. I thank God
for these special little dogs. They are the best.
Louise - December 1998, 5 years old
Louise was a mini red doxie. We got her and her sister
Thelma together. They brought such joy to our lives. But they hated to be
apart even for a short time. Louise didn't have to wait long for Thelma to
join her. Your sister has come to join you so I know that you won't be too
sad or lonely now. I know that you both are at the end of the Bridge
waiting for Mom and Dad. Just know that we love you and will look forward
to the day that we are all together again.
Daisy May - December 1998, 11 years old
Daisy was a dear friend who lived to love her family. No
matter how bad I felt, I could count on Daisy. I cherish my memories of
Daisy and feel her presence almost daily. She taught me about life. She
showed us how to love. God bless, Butterbean!
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