This page houses pets whose names begin with the letters Q to Z and thereafter are in date order. If you have bookmarked your pet's location, please adjust your bookmark following this visit.
Tess - January 2010, 8 years old
Tess and Frieda, beloved dog of Meredith, the webmaster of this site, went together to the Bridge, so, as an honorary dachshund, Tess is given a special memorial here.
Now you are playing
On the beautiful grass of the sky
With the best toys you've ever had
And pain is a feeble memory,
Disappearing in the mist of time.
My wish is to be there with you
With a joy that cannot be found on this earth.
Our hearts are full of you
Will never be forgotten.
Bethan and Marco
So this is where we part...
So this is where we part, My Friend,
And you'll run on, around the bend,
Gone from sight, but not from mind,
New pleasures there you'll surely find.
I'll go on, I'll find the strength,
Life measures quality, not length.
One long embrace before you leave,
Share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
But they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
Will remember well all you have taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
Take with you this...I loved you best.
Suzi - May
8 years old
With loving memories...
Tuffy - 1992, 14 years
Tuffy was not a dachshund, but because of a rare type of
cancer, shared by dachshunds, this dalmatian/pointer cross's owner came to
firstname.lastname@example.org. She loves her dachsy, but misses Tuffy still - he was
intuitive and easy to talk to.
Wilson - April 1992, 12
Wilson was a cyote mix that came to us when he was two
years old. The man who had him could no longer take care of him. He was
mostly wild , but very friendly with me. Most of the time when I called
him he came, but sometimes he would look at me like I was stupid and walk
off. Finally we had to move to the city, so we rented out our other house
and asked the renter if he would mind if Wilson stayed with him. The man
was hesitent at first about keeping a cyote mix but he took him
anyway. For the rest of Wilson's life he ran wild and free no one could
catch him except my mother and me. One day the renter was watching Wilson
in the yard when all of the sudden wilson got bitten by a snake. That is
what caused his death - if he had just come to the man he would not have
died. The man chased Wilson until he could no more. He called us, but by
time we got there he was gone. I loved Wilson very very much and I look
forward to seeing him again one day.
Tootsie - May 1998,
probably 16 years old
I will always think of Tootsie as The Dog Who Came
To Dinner. I was supposed to foster a rescue sheltie for a few days,
but she was definitely not a sheltie, and she never left.
The truth is that I really didn't want her, but
eventually she wore me down. Her unrelenting sweetness,
her unreserved joy in life, and her unwavering love for
every living thing made it impossible not to love her
back. She had a prolapsed lens in one eye which was
causing her tremendous pain, and she was so crippled with
arthritis she could barely walk. But she was such a nice
girl that we had the eye removed, I put her on special
food and supplements, and in a few weeks she was like a
puppy, running and jumping and leaping up to greet me
when I came home. She won over every person who ever met
her, and even Darren and Roxanne, the two dachshunds who
own me, tolerated her. In fact, Darren always tried to
eat Tootsie's food (he is a dachshund, after all!) and if
I'd let her, Tootsie would have stepped back and given it
to him. That's how she was.
Tootsie was as gracious and perfect in her departure from
this life as she was at everything. Her last act on earth
was to lick my face, and then her one eye closed and her
brave little heart stopped. Of all the things I learned
from knowing her, I think the most important is how easy
it would have been to take her for more walks, more trips
to the Off-Leash Dog Park, and more cheeseburgers at
McDonald's, while there was still time. These precious,
fragile little creatures move so briefly through our
lives, vanishing in a moment, that we must cherish every
day with them as if there will be no more. So my memorial
to Tootsie will be to make a real effort to spend more
time doing all the things my furbabies love most. And I
hope she looks down from the Bridge and understands that
I do it in her honor. She probably will; she always
Sleep well, sweet girl. Your Mama loves you.
Shadow - May 1998, 1 year,
Tasha - December 1998, 12
She was my best friend, one who was there for me whenever I
needed her to be. I will never forget you, Natasha, and I will love you
forever. Peace be with you, pup, and I will see you
A.K.A. Rassie - August 1995, 13 years old
I inherited Ras when he was six and his owner died. He was
a gorgeous long hair part Main Coon cat. Bru, my dachsie, did not care for
him, but NEVER harmed him and Ras was so very close to Bru. When Bru died
he cried for two weeks straight. I got another dachsie who just adored
Ras. Ras LOVED to torment poor Cas. When Ras died, Cas developed very
severe separation anxiety. I miss you Ras. You were a wonderful companion
to me and to my dachsies. Wait with Bru and Cas for me at the Rainbow
Sir Wagner of
Cockrell - December 1991, 6 months old
You left me way too soon for the beautiful fields
surrounding the Rainbow Bridge. You meant so much to me - your selfless
love touched me in so many ways. Christmas Day you got sick, putting quite
a damper on the holiday festivities. You had been so excited the night
before - your first Christmas Eve; I could see how all of the shiny paper
and lights made you feel, just from the sparkle in your eyes. When you
acted lethargic on Christmas morning, I hoped you were just tired, that it
was something that would pass. You died the next day. I still grieve for
you my little friend. I still have your little sweater that my mom made
for you - it was bright orange so that you would be safe while you were
outside. We could always tell where you were... I'll tell you what - I'll
try to bring it with me when we cross the Bridge someday... together. I
love you Wagner.
Spiker Jones Smith - February
1999, 12 years old
Homeless Spike was given a home in a tractor repair shop.
Shortly thereafter we brought him home to our house to live with two
doxies. They both loved him dearly - we all did - sweetest dog that ever
lived. Loved everyone - and everyone loved him.
Tubbs - October 1999, 14 years old
Tubbs was a sweet keeshond I had from birth. She shared
some of her life with her dachsie friend, Missy. They loved to run and
play and get into four times as much mischief as either one could
individually. Missy misses her friend and playmate. I miss my sweet baby.
She has gone to be with her father, Brutus; mother, Sweet Pea; and brother
Choppie at the Rainbow Bridge.
Sheila - May 1999, 2 months old
My sweet littel Sheila passed on the day before my
birthday.Three days before my birthday Mom said I could go get a puppy
from the Mobile city pound, but I said I wanted to go to the county pound
(the worst pound I have ever been to!) so we went there and I saw the
worst thing - two-week-old puppies left to die in crates. The one that
really hurt me was this little thin scrawny dalmaton puppy alone outside
with a dead puppy by her! There was no water, no food, no shelter! I was
so sad - at least the other dog was inside. She was not and it was 87
degree! So I took her and she semed ok - just thin.We took her to the park
the day I got her and the next day to the beach she was fine,the next day
I found her on the floor she could not move. So we took her to the vet and
got the bad news - she had parvo that she had had it for a week and was
too young and too far gone to be helped. So I held her for the last time
and then just like that she was gone.
Simba the Lion King - August 2000, 3
I am sorry I wished and prayed for the new house out in the country,
that we live in today, because if I hadn't you, Cocoa, Gidget, and Scoodles would
all still be alive to this very day. You sounded so sad when we left our house in
the city, it was like we took you away from all the things and places you were
familar with and put you in a totally different home. Like taking an Arctic owl and
putting it in the desert - you know in your heart it won't surrvive and you feel
guilty for putting it there for the rest of your life. I knew the way you slept on
top of the house and cryed out during the day that you were miserable and I feel
soooo guilty for putting you through all that. When I was a little girl, Mema and
Grandad had a kitty named Chet, and I loved him soooo much. Then one day Mema and
Grandad went on vacation and when they came back they found him dead in the
bathroom. I bawled, and I prayed to the Lord that he would send me a kitty just like
him and three years later he gave me you. You were under my Grandma's barn and you
wouldn't come to my mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, or my brother, but when I got on my
hands and knees and called, you came running to me. And I loved you instantly! I
will NEVER forget that day or you and I again appologise for wishing and praying for
that house out in the country. I love you.
Save' - September 2000, 12
Save' we will miss you but you have gone to the bridge with
Brandie and Annie, to wait ... But you have no pain so run and play ...
and don't try to carry Annie around ... she has Brandie there to help her
Scoodles - July 2001, about 5 years old
I love you soooo much! You were the PERFECT doggy friend for
Gidget. How you loved
it so when I would scratch your back because you looked so puthetic trying to do it by
yourself. I am so sorry about the car accident. If I could wind back time I would
change the past. You wil NEVER be able to be replaced, even if I made a clone of you it
wouldn't be the same. We miss and love you and Gidget both. Please forgive me.
Sara - Christmas Day 2001, 11 years, 6 months old
Sara was Gypsy's 'adopted' daughter. Sara was a 'rescue' of sorts as her
natural mom was killing her puppies. Sara shared my life for 11.5 years, but a heart murmur
took her on Christmas Day, 2001, before her time. Sara, you will always be in my heart,
memories, and I wll always love you and miss you! I know you love me and miss me just as
Snorre - June 2002, 2 years, 6 months old
Snorre was my first pet in Australia. She was so small and
tiny at first but grew into a very large beautiful cat. She had a
beautiful personality and had the ability to win people over who did not
even like cats. She could tell you in her own way what she wanted and was
a people cat, loved to sit on your lap and purr. I always said she was my
porcelain cat because she could strike a pose and sit their just very
still for ages. I miss her so much and wish she could be back in my
arms. She died after being run over by a car, being a cat that never went
out of the yard makes it more difficult to accept. Snorre (Katryn), I love
you and I will miss you always, my darling porcelain cat. love
Rodny - August 2002, 3
Rodny was a wonderful bird. I loved him so much,
in a few days he would do anything you wanted him to. He lived only three
weeks after we got him, but it felt like I had had him all my life. I was
veary sad when he died.
Sniffy - April 2003, 15 years old
Well guys, this is Sniffy looking down from the Rainbow
Bridge, and I must say it is very nice here. I can run and play with all
the other friends I have made up here, but I miss you two terribly. I am
not in pain any more and running does not hurt my legs, - one nice thing
about being here. Even though we had a very short time together I do
love and miss you very much and I will be waiting for you here at the
Bridge. Until we meet again. In loving memory your big sister
Red Hat and Caldera - April 2004, 2 years old
I just miss my sweet little babies who used to
play with Dark Star, my dachshund. My babies where killed when
someone broke in to me house. I miss my babies. Bye Bye Red
Hat and Caldera.
Sydney Wallace 'Sondog
Tussing-Yates - June 2004, 16 years, 7 months old
Sondog, you are our 'weiner beagle'. I cannot
begin to tell you how much I love you. Your four white paws and
beautiful brown eyes will be sorely missed. Thank you for the sixteen
years we spent together and all the bays, howls, barks, calls, tattles,
adventures and misadventures. I have always loved you for your unending
stubbornness and refusal to become a dachshund. You will always live
forever in my heart. I will always picture you (as spirited, strong and
ready for anything...the way I remember you from puppyhood 'til those
last days and hours of your life) every day sitting, standing or lying
by my side wherever I may be. Kissing that white spot on your nose and
telling you just how much I love you as you might remember me many days
of your life.
Sammy - June 2004, 6 months old
My li'l Sam was sadly taken away from me
by another dog, a bigger dog, who was jealous of this
little miracle that I held close to my heart. Somehow I
feel it's my fault - that she wouldn't have been
attacked if I had just waked up when I heard a little
growl. Then she was gone - just like that. She was in
her prime at six months. She was the most independant
dog I had ever seen. Sam, remember I love you. I'm
sorry you were taken away from me that awful day. You
will always be in my heart and never forgotten. Love,
Brady P.S. you were the best friend I
Tiffy - July 2004, about 10 years old
Tiffy was a very special girl. She was the only dog that
gave me true hugs and only ever wanted affection in return. We rescued
her from a shelter only two-and-a-half years ago, but she came into our
family and was so gentle and loving, that she just opened all our
hearts. She had been very badly abused by her former owners, but we
brought her back. Even though she was with us such a short time , I'll
never have another pet that has meant so much to me and our family
including our dachsie, Sam. Tiffy was just that caring. She will always
She had a long struggle with heartworms, which she had before she came
into our lives. Just this infection of her heart was too much for her -
her heart was big in many more ways . She gave us her all and that's all
anyone can ask for in a beloved pet. She was truly special, and I hope
that by having her put down we did the best thing possible for her. In
the end she was not able to stand any more treatments, so we had to make
the very hard choice to save her from any more suffering. She will be
Shepard - December 2004, 8 years, 8 months old
As big as you were you thought you were a doxie and a lap dog. When
I got you as a puppy, you were so sick.The vet sent Kim and Lisa out
of the room and told me you were going to die. I stayed up almost
round the clock for two weeks feeding you boiled chicken and rice.
You lived and boy, was that vet shocked. He said only love saved
that dog and I believe you lived 'cause you loved me. The day before
you died, you stared me straight into my eyes for over two minutes
and I thought how strange - he seems to be looking into my soul. I
patted your head, told you I loved you and you were a good boy, but
I never thought you were saying goodbye. 'Till we meet at the Bridge
and I can hug you again, watch over Rafiki and Grampa. I love you
Sherman Shepard, you'll be in my heart till we meet
June 2006, 1 years, 2 months old
You have touched our lives immensely since the day I
found you abandoned in the street. You were such a tiny
ball of grey and white fur. I hated to see you suffer and
although I miss you I am glad you are not suffering
anymore. You were fine one minute and the next you were
gone. I thank God that your suffering was brief. Seane,
Brian, Tom, Trouble, Scarlet, Sassy and I will miss you
terribly. Wait for us there with our Delaina. We will
meet again one day.
Love Debra and the McCullar Family
Rocket -March 2008, 12 years old
Rocket was kind, gentle, brave, patient, loving, loveable and loved. She became ill very suddenly and I knew I had to let her go. She had lived with us for five years and was a surrogate mum to several dachshunds (past and present) and two cats. She will join Maxl,
Reuben, all of whom have entries on the Dachshund Memorial Site.
She was such a good dog, losing her has been horrible. I don't know what we will do without her.
Sleep well Rocket, we all miss you so much.
Love Mum, Gus, Rosie, Rio, Louie, Cobweb and Sparkle xxx
Scarlett O'Hair All Over - March 2011, 20 to 21 years old
My sweet Princess SweetPea,
Thank you for being my dearest friend for so long. Waking up, my feet reach for the warmth of your loving body.
We think we hear you walking about. We all miss you so much. So very much.
Give love to all at the Bridge and know that we are safe and loving you ... always and forever.
Maggie, Charles and Chuck
Shelby (Lou) Gillette - July 2011, 12 years, 11 months old
Shelby was born on 22 July 1998. She was a handful as a puppy - I always referred to her as my 'opportunity', as she was always into something. Over the years she grew into a very loving and loyal friend. She is no longer in pain and can run through the meadows at the Rainbow Bridge with her little brother, Hummer. RIP Shelby, WE LOVE YOU!!!
Tyberius (Tybo) Hackney - January 2013, 13 years, 17 days old
On 28 January 2013, we lost the sweetest, most loving and gentle boy we have ever known. Tyberius, or Tybo as he was usually called, finally succumbed to the cancer that was destroying his jaw and skull. He now runs free at the Rainbow Bridge with his brothers Pepper (a terrier mix), My Hamlet (a mini dachshund), and Carrington (a boston terrier). His other brothers and sisters (Sassy, his litter mate), Sampson and Delilah (my mini dachshund brother and sister), Lilly (a Boston terrier), and Oreo (our rescue chi mix) continue to look for him and really miss him. He was especially loved by his daddy, Ronnie, as Tybo was his birthday present from our daughter, Jennifer, in 2000, and he had been Ronnie's faithful companion for the last 13 years. We will all miss his big sad eyes, his wagging tail, his chasing fireworks, his friendly barks and even his continual licking. He never met a dog or a person that he didn't like. He was friendly, loving, and so gentle to everyone, especially to Sampson and Delilah when we brought them home at age 12 weeks in 2003, and Oreo when we rescued him in 2010. We will miss him so very much.
Love and kisses to our big boy,
Dad, Mom, Jennifer, Sassy, Sampson, Delilah, Lilly and Oreo.
Rosemary for remembrance...
Pansies for heart's ease.
Teddy Barnett - June 2015, 16 years,
3 months old
Our Teddy, who came to us via Bichon Rescue, honoured our family with his joyful presence for 14 years. He was a devoted companion and loved nothing better than to cuddle up on the couch in his human Dad's study to guard him while he worked. Life without this little tyke is empty, indeed.
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