Randy Alexander Haberman - March 2014, 12 years, 6 months old

Your love will remain in my heart forever. Daddy and Andrew will miss you too. We all loved you to pieces. I miss you so much,

Henry's Penni Copperbottom - March 2014, 6 years old

Penni Copperbottom was such a beautiful addition to our dachshund family. Such a faithful little girl, a protector through and through. She is loved and missed daily by her doggy family: Jakester, Brittany, Junior, miss the hard times you gave them at the fence. Momma Muffy hasn't really accepted that her boy is gone. Bunni misses her sister, a lot. Daddy Danny has missed being able to keep a close eye on you. Bert, your play buddy, searches the yard for you, of course, to play and chase the cats. Lugnut II, Munchkin, Katie, Missi, Dinki, Lucy, Peewee, all miss you so much. The others are showing you the ins and outs of Rainbow Bridge: Henry's Baby KW, Baby Lugnut I, Grandpa Shaggy, Sissy Rollover, Big Momma! It was especially hard on Mason - the two of you had finally bonded and enjoyed one another so much. They are all so missed by Mommy and Daddy!

Susie Crone - March 2014, 16 years, 2 months old

Thirteen years ago you came into our lives and made them better. You were such a good wife to our first doxie, Sammy, and he misses you so much. Papa misses hearing your nails on the floor and your happy groans when you ran to greet him as he came home from work, waiting for him to give you a special treat. We all miss you so much and think of you every day. We wait for the day we will get to hold you and pet you again. We love you Susie! Love, Papa, Mama, Rebecca, Billy and Sammy

Kirby Syverson - March 2014, 14 years, 8 months old

For those Kirby loved and was impacted by - Kyle, Ivy, Reid, Ted Sr, Cindy, Kort, Deanne, Lee, Itzel, Katie, Marissa, Alicia, Annie, Kenny, Margaret, Kevin, and his Dad.

Kirby Syverson was the Prime Mover for events and emotions that rippled across many lives. His presence brimmed with purpose and his impact was deliberate. Our paths crossed when a random set of circumstances brought him to me. In the beginning I could never have guessed the journey. . .

Kirby loved. He loved some in secret and some very overtly. He had a love for lunch meats, braunschweiger, tuna, rawhide, water from a night glass beside the bed, and Michelob Golden Draft Light sneakily sipped from his grandpa Kenny. He loved birthday cake and carrots. He loved to harvest tomatoes and strawberries from the plants in the garden. He had a love/hate for grey squirrels, red squirrels, and pine squirrels. He once had an affinity for Montana skunks, which did not work out well. He loved Plymouth, Minnetonka, Maple Grove, Cloverton, Missoula, and Port Townsend. He loved his siblings Zoe, Oliver, Chloe, Taz, Wiley, Buddy, Sophie, Piper, and Harper. He loved to stretch and drag his back legs. He loved to howl, talk, and announce himself. He dreamed loudly of climbing trees, and sometimes succeeded doing so while awake. He loved the water; especially kiddie pools. He loved water at the beach at the Pacific Ocean, Big Trout Lake, Lake Ossawinnamakee, and his grandpa’s two ponds. He loved to sleep in a blanket 'clam' between our heads at night. He loved to spoon his Mommie to keep her back warm. He loved to sit in the back yard and watch the trees and birds. He loved the warmth of the sun on a blanket. Kirby never forgot people he had met; even after many years he would recognise and welcome them. At special times Kirby gave 'doe eyes' to those he loved. Kirby loved belly scratches, especially from his grandma Margaret. He loved to give 'one' to his friend, Lee, and get slammed! He loved to nest and sleep on his Daddy’s clothes when Daddy was not around. Kirby loved to co-ordinate a jump into your extended hands to be picked up. Kirby loved to give slow, soft kisses and cleanings (even though he was stingy with them). He loved to drive and look out the window.

Kirby had little triangle shaped ears, back knees that popped out of joint, a chink at the end of his curled tail, a shrill voice, and eyes that spoke and felt volumes.

In 2007, at nearly seven years old, Kirby was diagnosed with a level three heart murmur. It was not until the fall of 2013 that the murmur progressed. He was diagnosed with heart failure in October 2012. Despite the diagnosis we were able to successfully treat him with rest, Vetmedin, Enalapril, and Lasix.

As I cradled Kirby at 5:25a.m. the morning of 29 March, his last few breaths were drawn under the strain to turn his head to the left so he could see his Mommie standing by the door. His eyes also shifted hard to the left with urgency, just to gain sight of her. I repositioned him, he made his last look to her, and as his final breath gave out his Mommie stroked his head. His final act was an ultimate triumph of spirit; 'I see you Mommie, I love you.' The determination of a dachshund. It was an ending fit for a story that is a legend to those of us that knew him best. His memory lives strongly in the hearts of those that he loved.

'Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.' - Norman Maclean

We will always be able to hear you Kirby. The water reminds us.

Madigan Pence - March 2014, 5 years old


I remember the day I first saw you, curled up in the back of the crate being squashed by your brother and sister. So shy you were but at home with us you were so full of life. Your always made me laugh, you were such a clown. Bunny and Fergus miss you, the house is to quiet. I have more room on the bed and on the couch, but would give it all up to have you back here with us, the hole you left is huge. There are no more toys lying all over the place, no more dog bones hidden in my bed, no more blankets left in a wad. . . Also no more sweet kisses from you each morning, no more 'company' in the bathroom, no more fuzzy feet pawing at my toes to get my attention, no more barking to tell me your opinion. You were such a crazy puppy, did not think either of us would survive it! But you grew up to be my sweetest, funniest, happiest, dorkiest, most beautiful girl. My heart is broken, you left us too young. I am forever thankful for the five years you were on this earth, and hoping you are waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. I miss you so much and love you forever, my baby girl.

Nicky Taylor - March 2014, 14 years old

I miss you Nicky every day - not a day goes by that I do not think of you. I wish you were still here with me, but I know you are not in pain any more. Rest in peace 'till I see you again. xoxo

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