Miss Molly Mae
- November 2014, 11 years old
Thank you for all the great years you spent with us. We will miss giving you belly rubs and kisses. Sweet Molly Mae will forever be missed, we will keep your happy spirit with us in our hearts.
Denny Musgrove - November 2014, 15 years old
Our sweet boy, Denny, went to the Bridge on Tuesday, 11 November 2014.
Denny was a neglected, paralysed dachshund who was found 'dragging himself down the road' and brought into a shelter by a good Samaritan on 6 July 2005. The shelter couldn't care for a paralysed dog, and he was going to be euthanised the next day, so we brought him home that night to foster him. Of course, we fell in love with him almost immediately: he wasn't going anywhere - he was already our boy, and we failed 'Fostering 101'.
Denny - named after Dennis Hopper because he 'hopped' for treats and after Hurricane Dennis because he turned our lives upside down (we had to learn how to care for a paralysed dog really quickly!) - soon ruled the roost. He was little, but he had the biggest personality of any dog we've ever known. He charmed everyone he met; whether it was a vet tech who called his eyes 'liquid pools of love', or the hundreds of people he met at dog events over the years (one lady even told us she used his photo as her wallpaper), everyone he met from kids to grandparents knew he was special (and boy did he charm the ladies!).
Disc disease and paralysis is common in dachshunds, and Denny was a great ambassador for life after paralysis: his happiness and love for life was obvious and he showed people that being paralysed doesn't mean you should put your dog to sleep. Denny was in Cutest Dog contests and Best Smile contests, and he even raced another paralysed dachshund at the Dachshund Races a few times. He usually came in second in a two-dog race, but boy, was he proud! We know in our hearts that meeting Denny saved at least one other baby.
Denny was special in other ways, too. He truly smiled; when he was happy to see us, or enjoyed some good ear scratches or cuddles, he pulled back his lips and smiled at us. He also made these adorable little 'pooff' sounds as he blew out his lips when he sighed happily or was on his way to dreamland. He could also be a little bugger though when he would LOUDLY demand his breakfast or dinner, all the while hopping up and down. He bounced like that and barked for treats from anyone he could con out of one, too.
This special little guy wasn't afraid to go to the vet either; they were his friends and he loved to visit! He'd run around the office in his cart, poking his little nose into this area and that, and demand treats from whoever was behind the desk. The office manager even mused that he would make a great mascot for the practice. Of course he would, but he already had a job, as our Little Kid, the Den Man!
Though Denny was paralysed, he really wasn't hard to take care of; we did need to spend a little extra time taking care of his needs, but it was never a burden. He paid us back every day by snuggling up with us on the couch and when he slept between us every night (kept him safe from falling off the bed), and even travelling with us a few times (most people don't know how to express a little dachshund bladder after all). He charmed people from Ohio to Virginia to Alabama, and he was a great traveller (even if he did have that unfortunate 'hound' problem of smelly little toots!). Of course, his favourite things about travelling were stopping for hamburgers with ketchup and 'matoes', and conning all the people he met out of goodies!
Denny is now running without a cart, playing and romping with all our other Waggly Angels - Mariah, Randy, Bobby, Sammy, Rachel, Maizie, Jazzi, Steve, Hallie, Maggie, and Cooper - who went to the Bridge before him. Our hearts are broken, and we miss Our Boy more than words can say.
Mommy and Daddy love you, Little Guy. . . we always have, and we always will.
Double Trouble McCullar - November 2014, 16 years, 3 months old
Will miss you dearly my baby dog. Run free and wait for me. Delaina and Sassy met you, I am sure. Kiss them for me.
Love your mom, Debra
Sammy Pyeatt - November 2014, 14 years old
Sammy was my parents' dog. He started out as mine - my ex-husband and I got him when he was three months old. He was a smooth blue and grey dapple. Well, he was black, with brown paws and white markings. He was a 'he-man' dog. He got me through my separation and my divorce. He bonded with my dad and they became very close. Sammy lived with me and was my baby for the first seven years of his life. He was my parents' baby for the last seven years of his life. He was very well loved. He was actually the 'king' of the household.
When he passed, I realised that I am still his 'mommy', even though he was with my parents. This doesn't feel real. I cry a lot. I love him so much and I feel like I should be able to go to the vet's and pick him up.
After he went to live with my parents, I got his half-sister, Abbie. We didn't know at the time that Sammy and Abbie were related. She is eight years old and I am afraid of when her time comes. I knew when we lost Sam that it would be hard on me. But I did not realise that it would be this hard. I am okay and then I am not. He was my first pet (who was not a family pet) that I have lost. I feel like I am going crazy sometimes and I am dreading Christmas. It is so hard on my parents, too. My mom and I finally were able to talk about it a bit. That he was a family member whom we loved, not 'just a dog'. And it does not feel real. He was such special boy. And he was so loved. Is it stupid to wear a ring in his memory? He was more than just a dog to me. He was my baby.
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