 Boo-Bear -
December 2006, 10 years old
My dear little Bubbies, I knew from the moment
that I saw you that we were meant to be together. From the day
you were born, you were filled with such spirit and spunkiness.
You were my little travel buddy, and it didn't matter if
everyone else on this earth told me not to buy you something, I
would have done it anyway - simply because you could look at me
with such excitement and wagging tail that my heart would melt.
You had me wrapped around your paw and you knew it. You were my
one and only Baby Boy.
I remember Papa and I taking you to the lake and watching you
swim (even thought the water was only about seven inches deep,
you looked perfect). I remember how you would sit on my lap and
attack anyone who came within five feet of me. I remember
watching you chase down Maddie, even when she didn't do
anything to provoke you. I remember the times that you would
sit up straight for as long as you thought it were necessary to
get whatever you wanted. I remember taking you for ice cream.
I remember dressing you up in all those outfits and you not
complaining a bit. I remember taking my wedding photos with you
and thinking how handsome you looked in your tuxedo. I remember
taking you for a ride in the truck and you wanting to sit on my
shoulders. I remember dressing you up for Halloween and going
trick-or-treating at Grandmama's house. I remember how brave
you were when you found a critter in the yard and wanted me to
stand back - you were going to protect me. I remember going
into a store and not being able to come home without having
bought you a toy or a suprise. I remember how excited you would
be when you would see my truck pull into the yard, how you
would run up to greet me when I got home. I remember waking up
to your sweet smiling face everyday for ten years. I remember
how your bark sounded. I remember you waiting up for me to go
to bed, even after all the rest of the family was sound asleep.
I remember you squeaking your ball to let me know you were
there. I remember how tough you were when Papa and I would take
you to the vet. I remember how I held your paw every night just
to be able to get to sleep. I remember just how soft your
little fur felt. I remember how you could always cheer me up in
the darkest of times. I remember how you would sit there by my
side and watch movies and eat popcorn with me till the wee
hours of the morning. I remember everything about you and you
will be forever in my heart for all that you gave to me. I
shall never forget you my precious Bubba-Boo!
So Thank You my little baby boy for giving me ten amazing years
filled with nothing but love. You never left my side. Thank you
for comforting me when no one else could -
never wanting anything but my love. Well, maybe a cookie or
whatever I was eating at the time. For sharing my thoughts, my
fears, my joys. Thank you for being my best friend, my little
Angel Butt, my constant companion, my Sunshine, my entire
world. I know that now you're no longer hurting and you can now
run faster than you ever did. I know that you are playing with
Misty Dawn and Molli-Lynn. I know that in my heart you loved me
with such unconditional love that I'll never be able to repay
you for that, but please know my little Precious Boy, I loved
you the same. There's now a part of me that I'll never be able
to fill again. You are my sweet little Boo and I don't know
how I will ever make it without you right by my side. I just
hold on so dearly to the fact that when it's my time to go,
you'll be waiting by that gate, wagging your tail and looking
at me with those amazing big dark eyes. Until then my baby boy,
please play with your toys, eat as much food as you want to, go
swimming, roll around on your back, run those beautiful meadows
full of sweet-smelling flowers, and please don't forget that
you're constantly in my heart. I love you my Boo-Bear. Love
your Momma, Papa, Grandmama, Grandpa, Maddie, Sosha, Doc, and
everyone else whose heart that you touched.
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Annie Sue Wiggle - December 2006, 15 years, 11 months,
15 days old
Annie Sue Wiggle lost her battle with
renal failure on 10 December 2006 after knocking on
death's door in February. She was kind enough to give
us eight more months of herself until she could fight
no more. We will always have a hole in our hearts for
you, Little Anne. You were and always will be Daddy's
Baby Girl.
When your pain ended, ours began for the rest of our
lives.
You were a gift and we will always treasure the sharing
of your life.
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Maxwell Cass - December 2006, 11
years, 9 months old
My boy, Max, passed to the Bridge on 6
December after suffering for ten months with Cushing's
disease. He was my luv bug. Always near me, lying at my
feet or beside me on the sofa. The end of the sofa was
his, he would whine if a guest sat at his place on the
end of the sofa. He always waited for me to get out of
the shower so he could lick my feet dry. I know he will
be waiting at the Bridge along with Katee for me. My
two special mini dachshunds will always be in my
heart.
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Sissy Ann Kozak - December 2006, 9 years, 10 months, 24
days old
Dear Sissy Ann,
I miss you so much. You know that if I had known that
the other day would have been the last day, I would
have held you longer or let you lie by my side a bit
more. I would have let you kiss me over and over
again. If I had only known what was to come. But I did
not know. I am sorry for your pain, I wish I could have
felt it for you. I am sorry I was not there when you
looked for me to save you. I will never forgive myself.
I miss you now more than ever. Even though you were
Cranky Granny, I loved you just as you were. It's hard
to believe that your time has come so soon. I would
never have thought it would be like this. I alway
thought it would be peaceful.
If I had known that on that day
Our time was near the end...
I would have done things differently
My forever friend.
I would have stayed right next to you
Deep into the night...
But I thought I'd see you in the
Early morning light.
And so I said 'Good-night to you
As I walked in through the door...
Never thinking of the time when I'd
See you no more.
But if I had known that on that day
Our time was at the end...
I would have done things so
Differently...I am glad you found me...and that I found
you...
My forever friend.
Sissy Ann Kozak 4 February 1996 - 1 December
2006
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Charlie
Brown Kurtz - December 2006, 8 years, 5 months old
Charlie Brown came into our lives 15 short
months ago. He was a rescue from a puppy mill, and at the
age of seven, completely stole our hearts. We hadn't
planned to get another dog, but when I saw his picture and
read his story, he touched my heart and we had to have him.
We planned on being a hospice for Charlie, given that he
had several severe medical problems, and we didn't expect
to have him for more than a couple of months, at most.
Thank God we had him for 15 months! Although his poor body
had been terribly abused and most all of his hair came off,
leaving thick, crusty skin in its place, and the fact that
he only had four teeth, Charlie had a zest for life to
rival anyone! He had to eat canned rabbit and potato dog
food because of allergies and lack of teeth, but he loved
to eat! Fourth meal at 10 p.m. was a ritual he wouldn't
let anyone forget! He loved bananas for snacks and also
Nutastics. Somehow he changed the lives of everyone he came
in contact with - especially ours. He knew he was loved,
and actually had tears in his eyes when we went to the vet
the last time. He didn't want to go, but his body was so
ravaged it just couldn't hold on anymore. Charlie, we will
love you forever, little man. We know you're happy with
Schnapps and Oscar, restored to your former handsome self.
We look forward to the day we can join you at the Bridge
and enter Heaven together. We won't ever forget you and the
impact you had on our lives. Please, please to anyone
reading this, in memory of Charlie, do not EVER buy a puppy
from a pet shop. Please do all you can to end the horrors
of puppy mills forever! We'd like to think that Charlie's
life and death was not in vain.
We hope you have lots of squeaky toys and bananas at the
Bridge. Love you forever and a day, Charlie - Mom, Dad,
Heidi, Ruger, Buttercup, along with your human brother and
sister, Matt and Meghan
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Gidget (Do-Little) - December 2006, 10 years, 20 days old
Gidget was only the size of a little peanut when I got
her back in the winter/spring of 1997. She was born on 4 December 1996.
I had never been attached to an animal so much. She was housebroken from
day one. As I grew to know her over the following 10 years, I collected
over 140 dachshund knick-knacks from around the world, not to mention
paintings of dachshunds. She touched my life in no way anything ever had
before. My love for animals grew. I began raising birds, hamsters and
guinea pigs, but she was always my favourite. I would put her in the
shower with me and use the best products on her for dogs, with lots of
aloe, shipped from Key West, Florida!!!! I would sing to her in the
shower as well. She loved this. She slept with me every night under the
covers. I fed her the best of premium dog foods as well. A couple of
days ago (around 21 December or so) there was some saliva and blood
stains on my bed sheets. I figured she cut her gums or something on a
rawhide. She was ok for a day or so, then she did this again. I took her
to the vet who immediately referred me to an emergency clinic. She had
a tumor under the back of her tongue. I did not see this, but her tummy
was totally bruised under the skin with bleeding and that was not even
there that morning. Upon taking her to the emergency clinic, they did a
blood test which indicated her platelet count was very, very low. The
vet said that this was probably because the mass under the tongue was
cancer and it threw her body into an auto-immune response. She never
showed any symptoms up until the last 48 hours. The emergency clinic
cared for her for about 24 hours. I called to check on her on Christmas
eve, 2006, and they said she had taken a turn for the worse. She was
vomiting blood and had bloody stool. Gidget did not respond to her
treatment of steroids and tetracyline. She was dying. The vet said I had
no choice but to euthanise. I was at work at Petco and my parents had to
come pick me up and take me to do this. I begged God to forgive me, but
when I saw her I knew she was very sick. She could barely hold up her
head, but that gosh darn tail was still waggin'...my heart ached. I held
her head in my hands and kissed and coddled her in tears until she
gently was put down. I felt her presence come into me as a warm secure
feeling, as if to say 'I am with you'...I am not kidding when I say
this...she will always be here and be a part of me...My Little
Do-Little, Gidget...Love You Always, Baby, Heather
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K.C. - December 2006, 10 years, 5 months old
Oh My Baby Girl, how we miss you
so... I can't even begin to tell you how much of
a void we have in our lives since you left.
We knew just how special you were the day we
picked you out from the litter at six weeks old
when you walked right up daddy's arm..seems just
like yesterday. You gave us ten years of
laughter, companionship and mostly LOVE. You were
an amazing friend who fought the hard fight and
beat the odds more than a few times.
Even when you were paralysed you never gave up.
All the months of not being able to walk, not
able to control your bodily functions, and most
importantly not being able to chase the squirrels
and all of the rehab in our pool - you never
gave up. The day you started to walk again and
eventually to run again was so miraculous. Even
Dr Arnone said he was amazed. He had never seen a
dog with an injury as severe as your walk again -
and you did!!
After years of being pain free it seemed as if
steriods would be the trick to keep you out of
pain but in the end it was what took you from us
- much too soon.
I am so grateful that the morning you passed
something made me go back in the house as I was
leaving for work. I got down on the floor with
you and gave you a kiss goodbye - I knew in my
heart it was the last time I would see you - and
I was right.
I am also so grateful that daddy was home with
you holding you in his arms when you said
goodbye. You were home and and not in some vet
office. Im so glad the last thing you saw was the
face of someone who loved you so dearly - and
always will.
I am writing this for daddy because it is still
so hard for him to walk in the house and not hear
you bark or see you at the top of the steps when
he walks in. We miss your kisses, your smell, the
way you used to dig in the yard, the way you used
to just know we were upset and lick our tears,
the way you used to sit straight up on you
bottom, the way you used to float around in the
pool holding your ball, the way you used to
tackle Snoopy, the way you used to 'hoover' for
crumbs, and your warm body in the bed between us
each night. We miss everything about you baby
girl, and look forward to the day when we can all
be together again. Rest well my
girl.
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Susie Campton - December 2006, 9 years, 10 months old
Our dear Susie - forever in our thoughts and
always in our hearts. All our love, Mummy
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Charlie-Brown - December 2006, 4 years old
Charlie-Brown, my sweet companion,
you will be missed dearly and thought of
fondly...may you rest in peace my sweet girl. I
love you, mommy
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Huntington Redford Milbourn, a/k/a
Squeeker - December 2006, 13 years, 3 months old
Huntington was the sunshine of our lives.
Santa brought him to my son, Cory, when Cory was five. It
was such an exciting day for all of us. Through the years
Huntington (or Squeeker as we affectionately called him)
provided us with much joy. Unfortunately, we discovered at
an early age that he had a spinal disc disease. He was
treated with cortisone and steroids and remained active up
to the end. When Squeeker was about five, we decided to get
another dog, a Maltese named Little Bit. They became fast
friends and loved to rough house. Around five years of age,
out of the blue, Little Bit started having seizures and
died within the next 10 to 12 hours. I don't know if the
family or Squeeker was more upset. So after a few months,
it was decided to get a friend for Squeeker. With his
on-going back problems, I was fearful of getting another
dachshund, so I decided on a Yorkie and we named him
Willie. By now, Squeeker was not as spry as he had once
been, but he was a good sport and played (on occasion) with
Willie. One day in early December 2006, I came home from
work, let the dogs out of their crates to go outside. All
seemed fine until they actually got outside, and poor
Squeeker was not able to use his left hind leg. Things went
downhill pretty fast from there. I immediately rushed him
to the emergency pet hospital, and they gave him a shot of
cortisone. The next morning I took him to the regular vet,
who suggested surgery. He was 13 years old, we had just
celebrated his birthday in October, and after talking it
over with the kids, we decided it wouldn't be fair to put
him through surgery and the recovery, so we let the doctor
try to use progressive drugs and cage rest to see if he
would walk again. Three days passed, with no progress, so
again the family gathered and made the difficult decision
to let him go to the Bridge. We were all there with him
when he took his last breath, and as sad as we all were, we
had decided that it would have been selfish on our part to
put him through anymore. We have since gotten two more
dachshunds (or as we call them - wieners) named Morgan
(female) and Nelson (male)...both long haired reds. Not a
day goes by that I don't miss Huntington, and I know that
we will see each other again, and he can give me all the
kisses that I've been missing.Sadly missed by Kristy, Cory &
Kaley
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