Villae Alistes Jigglypuff - Jiggel - May 2005, 5 years, 6 months old

Afscheid nemen bestaat niet,
Ik ga wel weg maar verlaat je niet,
Je moet me geloven al doet het pijn

Ik wil dat je me loslaat...,
En dat je morgen weer verder gaat,
Maar als je eenzaam of bang bent, zal ik er zijn

Kom als de wind, die je voelt en de regen,
Volg wat je doet als het licht van de maan,
Zoek me in alles kom je me tegen,
Fluister mijn naam, en ik kom er aan...

Kijk in de lucht, kijk naar de zee,
Waar je ook zult lopen, ja ik loop met je mee
Iedere stap en ieder moment of waar je dan ook bent,
Wat je ook doet, waar je ook gaat.

We zullen je altijd missen, we will miss you always!

Reg, Anda, Dion, Fabian, Sannah en alle teckels.

Oscar Sheets - May 2005, 14 years, 9 months old

My precious little man, where did the time go? I shut my eyes, only for a moment, and now you are gone. How can I ever thank you for the past 14- and-a-half years? It seems like only yesterday that we first met in that pet store. The minute we walked through the door, you locked eyes with your soon-to-be daddy and never looked away. When we left the store without you, your trust in us never wavered; you knew we'd come back for you, and we did. From that moment on you never looked back and you began your lifelong journey of love and devotion to us both.

Because of your gentle soul I learned so many things. You taught me about unconditional love, patience, forgiveness, and what it truly means to be a friend and to put another's needs before your own.

You introduced me to so many wonderful people. There was one group who all hung out together in cyberspace at a little place they called 'The Dachshund Circus'. Through them I learned a lot about these amazing little creatures called dachshunds, and I also learned about the awful conditions of puppy mills, where your life began. You see, like so many others, I just couldn't comprehend that any living creature, so special and loving, could be conceived in such an awful place. And if that wasn't bad enough, to my horror, I learned how many of your precious brothers and sisters ended up abandoned, no longer wanted or loved, through no fault of their own. It made me so sad, but you were there to kiss away my tears.

When you were eight years old, you arranged for us to meet a special little doxie girl by the name of Molly. At the tender age of five months this beautiful little girl had already been given up to rescue. Under your careful guidance we took her in, loved and cared for her, and nurtured her shattered soul. Some of the damage done to her in those first five months, I'm afraid, will always be a part of who she is; she just can't let go of it. When the nightmares come, we hold her close and tell her how very special she is, and how happy we are that she's with us now. Because of you, she now knows that she is very much wanted, loved and cared for, and will be for the rest of her life. She adored you.

You must have known that your time with us was growing short and that Molly would miss you terribly when you had to leave, because this past February you found another little doxie girl, Sadie, in need of a forever home, and you guided her footsteps to our door. She is the sweetest little girl, and just as I'm sure you intended, she and Molly bonded very quickly and are now seldom apart. But there are times when Molly goes off to lie quietly by herself and I know it is because she is thinking about you and missing you.

You endured so many health issues throughout your life, including two back surgeries, and in the last two years we watched as you quietly and courageously battled Cushing's disease. You had lost most of your hearing and your sight was failing you. Through it all, you never complained; you were happy simply to be with dad and me - that was all you ever wanted. When it was time for you to go, you let us know in that same gentle thoughtful way you conducted your entire life, and with such love - it broke my heart.

I am so grateful to you for bringing Molly and Sadie to us. Your legacy of love lives on through them both, and I'm certain others will follow, but there will never be another you. My precious little man, the gifts you gave me here on earth now reside in my heart, and you will always be part of me, part of who I am. May God hold you in his loving arms until we are together again . . .

Manny (Sir Manfred of Birchfield Court) - May 2005, 16 years old

If a dog of any breed can be an inspiration and restore one's soul, then surely it must be my rescue boy, Manny.

He came to me in such sad shape - very little hair on the lower half of his little body, sad eyes, tucked tail, heartworm survivor, puppy mill survivor, abandoned on the side of a road before rescue, abused by humans.

So this is a tribute to a very special boy whom I will miss for the rest of my life and hope to see again at the Bridge.

It took a year before he became a dachshund again, but oh! what a sight to behold when he did so! Hair grown back, wagging tail, bright shining eyes, and a unique bark that welcomed me home every day or that gave me my marching orders for the day. He was truly the king of his house and all humans and dachsies marched to his tune.

He was with me for five-and-a-half years - not nearly enough for me. But he made his own decision to leave for the Bridge when his heart failed him and he no longer had the strength for command.

I will miss him everyday for the rest of my life and hope to see him at the Bridge when my day is done.Then we can once again share our dinner, eat ice cream, sit together in our chair, and share our love for each other.

So I send him off with my love and tears and the following to guide his way :

I Loved You Best (written by Jim Willis)

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 will go on, I'll find the strength,
Life measures quality, not its 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've 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.

Goodnight, Sweet Boy.

Dracula - May 2005, 16 years, 6 months old

In loving memory of my best friend. A lovely little boy who charmed my heart from the day he was born and I held him in the palm of my hand. Dracula never lived up to his name as he was the sweetest happiest boy who just loved to lick and be held. He was happiest lying on a lap on the couch or sunning himself in the yard. I feel blessed to have had such a wonderful companion in my life for so long.

Sandy's Peanut - May 2005, 8 years old

Peanut was our precious little girl and we miss her so much. She was such a good little girl and always happy to see us. We gave her our hearts and she gave hers to us as well. She took her favorite toy with her, her carrot. Mommie misses her little girl.

Ginger Babes Kjar - May 2005, 15 years, 3 months, 5 days old

Ginger left us on May 20, 2005. In the spring of 2003, she ruptured a disc in her back thus paralysing her back legs. We cared for her two years in diapers...she needed to be fed and given water..unable to do anything herself. We did get a harness for her back legs and for awhile she could walk on the front ones. She finally became too weak.

Ginger came to us in the spring of 1990...a gift to our ten-year-old daughter for her birthday. She loved to snuggle in towels, blankets, and anything cloth. Whenever it thundered, she would come around to my side of the bed and I lifted her up with us. She was a very loyal friend and we miss her terribly. She loved to sit in her bed in the sun and loved her morning treat of part of a banana. There are so many memories to share. It has been two months and I still cry daily. I miss talking to her, holding her, getting kisses from her. We let her go because of all of her problems...infections etc. It was time, but it was the hardest decision and the pain is so deep. We love you and miss you terribly, Ginger, and hopefully God will reunite us someday.

Hugs and kisses to you Ginger Babes
Love, Marsha, Marc, and Christina

Reeses von Pieces - May 2005, 6 years old

You have been my best friend. I had you for only a short time. My days go by empty without you. I look for you when I come home and when it is time for bed. There is a empty space in my bed and in my heart. You were there when I always needed you and I hope I was there for you when you needed me. You were part of our family and always will be in our hearts. I miss you my friend. I will see you again one day. Love you,

Skeeter Brown - May 2005, about 9 years old

Skeeter was a standard red doxie we found at the pound. He had to have one eye removed, but that never bothered him. He was a rescue dog and I found a home for him, but he chased and bit one of the woman's cats and she brought him back to us. I guess that was his way of saying he wanted to live with us! Skeeter had an 'in your face' doxie personality, but he was never mean or aggressive. He just had a wonderful outgoing personality and great doxie self-esteem! One of his funny little quirks was that he liked to lick license tags whenever he could get to them. He also liked to talk when excited - Ruf, Row! He had a crazy little 'low rider' jump whenever he wanted a treat or tried to get up on the couch. We only had Skeeter three years as he died unexpectedly of a seizure. Now he can see again and I hope he finds plenty of license tags :) and treats at the Bridge.

Countess Maxine Dixie - May 2005, 16 years old

My beloved Dixie...I still can't find the words to memorialise the depth of my love for you, my Dixie girl. Nor can I express the depths of my despair upon your passing this year. We were, without any doubt, destined to be together. You shared so much, taught so much, and loved so unconditionally. Instantly loved by everyone who ever knew you, you are remembered forever in our hearts. My beloved Dixie, you will be in my heart for the rest of my life...and your ashes will be with me in death. I await the day that I can call out your name at the Rainbow Bridge...until then, run and play with Grandma.

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