Hank Wm. Gill - July 2006, 12 years
Our sweet little Hanky was such a
wonderful little guy - he brought so much sunshine in our
lives. He was a mini dapple. He was so brave with a heart
of gold. Two years ago we found out he had
diabeties...even having 14 shots a week, he still came
a-running to lick your hand, when he heard the medicine
bottle. It took his eyesight, but not his will to
live..,dear baby, as you arrive at the Bridge, now you
can see again, no more shots, and you can be a puppy
again. Love you, your family.
Tessa-Marie Brennan - July 2006, 12 years, 1 months old
Tessa-marie was my best friend in the
whole world. She was there every time I was down and
every time I was up. Tessa lived such a wonderfull life
which I knew at one point would come to an end. Tessa's
life came to a tragic end on the second of July, 2006.
Her kidneys were failing and the tess I once knew was
fading. We put her on a drip to see if she could bounce
back, but there was no hope. She had a seizure and we had
no choice but to put her to sleep and farewell my special
dog. I cried and cried 'till I could cry no longer. My
heart shattered into a million pieces. What was I to do
but to let her go to God where I knew she would be at
peace? I loved her and always will. My very special
Tessa-Marie, may you rest in peace, and I will see you in
years to come and may we cross that Rainbow Bridge
together. 'Till then I will think of you always, and
always know I loved you with all my heart. Rest in peace
my special Tess.
Toby Beldi - July 2006, 9 years
Today we lost our best friend. Toby, aka Tobias was
the runt of the litter, picked on by the other
puppies and destined for a short life. Naturally we
chose him from the litter. He was very frightened at
first and it took a long time to win his confidence.
It took a lot of love and understanding to get close
to him, and in return he gave us nine years of
unquestioning love, companionship and friendship,
not to mention fun!
We'll miss his kisses, his barking hello when we got
home every day, and his reminding us (you could set
your clock by him) that 'it's dinner time
We love you baby - sleep peacfully
Ward - July 2006, 16 years old
Our dear Sonny. You stayed with us for as
long as you could, but it was time for you to be reunited
with Sissy and Arthur. Now you are all young pups playing
Mommy is so very sad without you, and Danke misses you so
much. The memories of you will help to sustain all of us,
but it hurts so much.
You were always such a good boy, and such a sweet, sweet big
teddybear. A million kisses were never enough for
We will miss and love you, Sissy and Arthur forever. We'll
all be together one day, so wait for us at Rainbow
Love, Mommy, Danke, Aunt Jenny, and uncle Buzz
Gretchen Raden - July 2006, 12 years old
With great sadness, we had to say goodbye to
our beloved Gretchen. For 12 years, she gave us tremendous
joy and love. It is truly one of God's miracles that so much
love can come from a nine-pound body. When we lost our
Brandy five years ago, Gretchen reluctantly took on the role
of being the pack leader for our pack. It was a role she
grew to fill.
Her favourite thing to do was to play ball by the pool,
which she would do for hours if we let her. But she also
loved chilling with Mommy on the couch, or playing with her
brothers, Max and Perri, and her sister Roxie. If she saw us
take the cooler to the car, she wanted to go with us.
Travelling was another great passion of hers, along with
camping when we got where we were going. She would curl up
on Mommy's lap in the car, and complain if the air
conditioning got too cold. A couple of years ago, she took
up ballroom dancing. If there was a tango on the stereo, she
would bark until Daddy picked her up and danced with her,
the whole time lying her head on my shoulder, hugging me and
loving the moment.
She injured her back a couple of days prior to her death,
and her tiny body was not up to enduring the medical
treatments that were required. She went to the Rainbow
Bridge on her own, with her Mommy and Daddy there, in
Daddy's arms. She is so painfully missed, and so lovingly
Hershey Monroe - July 2006, 9 years, 2 months old
I got Hershey as a six-week-old puppy. She was
to keep me company while my husband worked nights. She quickly
did way more than that. I loved her deeply and showed her off
every chance I got. Halloween was a special time. I am not sure
if It was for me or for her but we laughed until we cried at
the outfits I had her wear. Dallas Cowboy cheerleader,
Ballerina, LadyBug, she wore them all well. When Hersh was
about two we got her a sister, Lilli, and then another sister,
Gabby. They were so close, loving and protecting each other.
When my girl was about six-and-a-half she developed the dreaded
dachshund curse - disc disease. She was treated and recovered
only to go another round. She had recoved and was doing well
when one morning in an instant she fell off of our bed. She
screamed, I screamed, and we raced her to the vet. By the time
I got her to the surgeon it was already too late. Her disc had
severed her spinal cord - she was now a parapalegic.
This didn't deter her one bit. She was fitted with a wheelchair
(she had two custom made ones) and within two days was walking
in it and back to being 'Hershey Girl'. She chased her frogs,
tried to capture the birds in flight (don't know why she
thought she could catch them) and lived a good life for
two-and-a-half more years. I took care of her like she was a
baby - she was my baby - and everything for the next
two-and-a-half years revolved around her. One week very
suddenly she started acting disoriented and turning wildly in
her wheelchair.The night she got so sick I came home from work
- she could not eat or drink - mshe didn't know me or where
she was I don't think. She had a violent seizure and was rushed
to the emergency room. She was not responding to the medication
and it was determinded she had a brain tumor and/or cancer that
was causing her neurological problems. I, for the love of
Hershey, had to make the decision to have her put to sleep. I
was and still am so very, very heartbroken. I can't stop crying
- she was more than a dog to me. I miss her so very much and so
do her sisters. I had her cremated and I have her at home with
me now again in a beautiful handcrafted urn with a plaque that
bears her name, date of bith, date of death, and the only words
that sums up how I feel about her - 'I love you Girl'.
Rest in peace always and run like the wind like you did before
sweet, sweet girl.
We will miss you and love you always, Mommy, Daddy, Michael,
Lilli and Gabby.
Ginger Lewis - July 2006,12 years, 9 months old
My sweetest little Ginger bear. You were my baby
girl for over 12 years. You saw me through many good and bad
times - and gave me unconditional love whenever I needed it. I
thank God that I could hold you in my arms as you fell asleep
and went to heaven. I love you and will miss you
Sibble Ellerbee Tussing Yates - July 2006, 16 years
Rest in peace this day my sweet angel,
Jimi Hendrix sang our story.
Angel came down from heaven yesterday
She stayed with me just long enough to rescue me
And she told me a story yesterday,
About the sweet love between the moon and the deep
And then she spread her wings high over me
She said she's gonna come back tomorrow
And I said, 'Fly on my sweet angel,
Fly on through the sky,
Fly on my sweet angel,
Tomorrow I'm gonna be by your side.'
Mom loves you and will be with you again.
I really know that. Johnnie and I miss you.
Know there's one thing that you've shown me...
just give love to all.
Beautiful, beautiful Elloo, Elloo, Elloo.
Max Neely - July 2006, 16 years old
Goodby to our darling maxie. You will have lots of
company at the Rainbow Bridge and we will join you there. You
were such a loving friend - we have lost a piece of our hearts.
- July 2006, 12 years, 4 months old
Our dear sweet baby Hank, how we miss you. Our
lives are so different now without you, and we hate it -we want
you back so badly. I hope you are well, and you can see us. There
are times I hear you little dog tags jingling and your toenails
on the kitchen floor. I miss you, my weenie boy. I miss our bed
buddy. Please wait for us at Rainbow Bridge, Sweet. Until then,
love you forever, mama and the rest of the
Dietrich - July 2006, 8 years old
I miss my Dietrich more than I can
explain. He was such a big part of my life. The house
has become so quiet, no nails ticking on the
floor...no barking when the telephone rings...no
howling when the door bell is rung.
You are free of pain now my friend, go and play! I
Doornbos-Ross - July 2006, 4 years, 8 months old
Austin was a dachshund mix who came into our lives and
our hearts. He was the best little boy in the world. He hurt his back,
endured pain and paralysis. We made the hardest choice we've ever had to
make. Austin is no longer in pain, but our pain continues. Austin
someday we'll see you again. Your two Dads miss you and love
Holly Taylor - July 2006, 17 years old
I have to admit that when we were told about
Buddy Holly, age 14, we did have second thoughts. After all, at
that age, how long would we have him with us? My husband and I
have been owned by dachshunds for our entire 37 plus-year
marriage. I came to our marriage already having been dachshund
owned for many years before. However, all Buddy's predecessors
did start out as babies. The longest-lived was our dear girl,
Gudrun, whom we brought home at just under 8 weeks, and wo left
us for the Rainbow Bridge at age 15. Buddy was definitely our
first senior person.
Of course, we also got many of the all too usual comments and
questions: why would you want to adopt a dog that might die any
day? At that age, they're already half-dead anyway. He'll only
break your heart? Then there was the one from my late brother, a
herpetologist, 'Well, at least he's the right size to make a
snack for a python.' Surely, at that age, he wouldn't live long
enough for much more.
Before I go on, I should describe Buddy Holly. He was a tweenie
dachshund, tipping the scales at a thunderous 14 pounds. He was
a light brown with huge eyes, and just about the softest coat
you could imagine. Nothing - absolutely nothing - could said
about his being elegant. As for adorable? If there was ever a
line to stand in for cuteness, Buddy must have managed to get
into it several times. That is what made us fall in love with
the picture his foster mom so craftily sent us. I could almost
feel him in my arms just from that picture! Never mind that he
was old - we fell in love from just that picture! Still, we did
then ask ourselves HOW could two other homes give him up?
Darned if we knew - or know NOW!
In the just over three years we were so privileged to have Buddy
Holly in our lives, he truly taught us so much! Love is never
used up. Character only improves with experience, the soul does
not age, and every day must be made to GLOW! Of course, it
should with every beloved four-legged companion, but with Buddy,
it did anyway! Buddy never ceased to surprise us and delight
When he discovered the delight of exploring our very shady and
hosta-filled garden, he became Mr Fierce Woodland Spirit. Oh the
many times I saw those huge eyes of his peering out from those
leaves at me. That he started wanting to begin his explorations
at 3:00 a.m. was no bother to him. Knowing that his life hadn't
been the happiest before God brought us together, I just didn't
have the heart to say, no. His very strong sense of who he was,
what HE wanted, and what he was NOT willing to tolerate got him
dubbed The Tiny Tyrant; Mr Prissy Butt, was another favourite.
Those into whose lives he came fell in love immediately with his
unique way of moving.
He did put up with a lot. He kept company with four other
dachshund people ranging in age from not quite just-three years
to our special other senior guy, Trooper, whom I saw born. He,
together with our other rescue, also a senior-ish dachshund,
Dinkum, were the only little people (in the physical sense
only). All the others are large standards. This didn't phase
Buddy in the least. In those times when Buddy did have to stay
overnight at the vet's, the house still seemed so empty without
him. He filled it that much!
I do have to say here that Buddy was not without his foibles.
Feet! Buddy did not like his feet fussed with. This occasioned
yet another name when we had to treat a sore he did develop on a
paw pad one year: Mr Godzilla. While we were protecting his
bandage, from getting wet, we figured out that putting a small
baggie over the affected foot was definitely a two-human
operation. After graduating from the baggie, his paw pad still
needed daubing in some antibiotic stuff. It was definitely a
So why do I continue to praise senior dogs? I've given some of
the reasons already, but there are more. Nothing, but nothing,
says that being mature does not make them undeserving or
unworthy of the best years one could have every chance to give
them. Neither does being old mean that they are incapable of
loving with the same intensity, and with a lot more sincerity
than a puppy. Chances are, they have already had more than their
share of experiences, both good and bad, and so they are going
to know the difference. They are already people, they know who
they are, so their love will be given with reason. Being old
does not mean, too old - to give and receive love, to have a
good time, to appreciate the good stuff, to have huge souls that
only grow with experience.
Yes, senior people do come with the potential of more health
problems than a younger dog. This is a necessary realisation.
For that matter, so do senior humans. By the same token, many a
younger dog is not immune to them either. Mr Holly (Good Golly
Mr Holly - yes that got said a lot, too), sleeps more; in the
mornings he and I competed as to who was stiffer. Arthritis was
his biggest issue - mine, too. We both knew when the weather was
going to change, and we both took some time to loosen up. After
that, though, if Buddy was sufficiently annoyed at what he saw
happening on the others side of his fence, this sure didn't stop
him charging across the lawn to make his disapproval
As I sit here, I knew that when I first wrote a present tense
version of this there was no way that I could know how much
longer God will let us have him here. At the time it seemed both
very far in the future and always in the background. Buddy
either refused to read how he was supposed to be at his years,
or he considered the subject to be beneath his notice. In those
precious three years we were so privileged to have Buddy in our
lives he was always both totally loveable, and totally deserving
of as much love as we were capable of giving. God gave us the
chance to be the best home he always so richly deserved, saved
for last. I originally wrote this not only about Mr Buddy Holly
but about all senior dogs. They all deserve not only what we
can give them; they also deserve the chance to show us all they
can give us!
In closing, I feel that in fairness to my dear brother, he did
become a convert. The comments about python food soon stopped as
my tales of Buddy's latest exploits continued. In the last time
I spoke to my brother, he asked about him particularly. I lost
my brother on 7 June of 2005. I can just see the scene at the
Rainbow Bridge: Buddy running up to my brother saying, 'See?
Fooled you, didn't I?'
My dearest Buddy Holly, you are so missed, we all try to fill
that hole your passing has left. I so look forward to seeing
the new and young YOU at the Rainbow Bridge.
Buddy Holly passed after a valiant battle with kidney disease on
26 July 2006. Strangely enough, had my brother lived, it would
have been HIS 68th birthday. Buddy Holly outlived him by more
than a year.
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