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Gage's Story

Baci Pitbull — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 06:15:27 GMT

Gage's Story

March 12, 2008 was a cool morning (45 degrees) as I drank my coffee on the way to work. Peaceful and calm, with what should have been a great day. The phone rang and my world exploded. My wife was babbling and screaming incoherently into the phone "Gage is dead". "Gage has been shot.

Shortly after I left for work, my wife had let our Yorkies and Gage out for a quick "potty" break. My wife was at the back of the house when she heard a loud noise come from the back yard. She immediately ran to the back door but Gage was not there. The Yorkies were standing at the door frantically trying to get inside. You could see the awful look of fear in their eyes. She opened the door and yelled for Gage, but for the first time in his life he did not obey. He could not...for he was dying. (Keep in mind, our backyard is over an acre-fenced in)

Where to start? Gage came into our life seven years ago. Newly married and having almost grown children from previous marriages we found the house was getting quite (despite our loving Yorkies) so we talked and decided that we wanted to add another dog to our family. We were deploying overseas and I work nights mostly and I wanted my wife to feel safe. So precious little Gage came into our lives. Gage was not just a "dog" or just a "pitbull" to us. He loved everyone; cats, puppies, bunnies and kids. He made friends easy. He would endure great pain from a small child "as long as he was the center of attention" he was happy.

Gage was about two months old when we moved to the Azore Islands in Portugal. We worked so hard at teaching him proper social skills. We made sure that he knew what "NO" meant and we always had him in large groups so that he would be used to being around people. A stranger was never a stranger as long as he knew we approved. He was taught what his boundaries were, where he could and could not go. The house in Portugal had a three foot high wall and Gage never left the yard unless he was told he could and then he was on a leash. He never showed any interest in trying to escape the safety of our backyard. By the time he was six months old I knew my family was safe while I was at the base.

Gage traveled the world with us. He loved everywhere he went. Gage was an adopted brother to my troops and companion to my friends when they were lonely. The cable guy even loved him. He was loved by everyone who knew him except one person, my neighbor.

Ray Stanfill, the neighbor who had a tree cut across my fence and did not fix it. Ray Stanfill, the neighbor who asked for permission to keep his boat on my property because he did not have access to the lake. Ray Stanfill, the neighbor who asked for permission to build a small fishing pier on my land which I had no problem letting him. It was later that I learned that Ray Stanfill, overheard by my brother in-law, taunted Gage on many occasions telling him (Gage) that he was going to shoot him if he did not stop barking.

Mr. Stanfill's story for the day he murdered Gage was that he had seen a snake on his property and went to get his shotgun to shoot it. Keep in mind it was 45 degrees and snakes are cold blooded. On the way to shoot the snake he say's that Gage jumped the fence into his yard and then jumped back into our yard. He said that he was "scared" that Gage was going to jump back into his yard so he shot him. "Sorry I had to shoot your dog." was all he said to us "after" he came back outside when he saw me home. Gage had never attempted to jump our fence. In the seven years Gage was on this earth he never bit anyone, never even tried.

Looking at the crime scene, Gage was dead on our side of the fence, shot through the neck, collar blown off and blood was everywhere. He did not die instantly, for my wife was holding him, trying to stop the bleeding as he breathed his last breath. He was shot at close quarters; the shotgun wadding did not separate from the shot before it entered Gage. Gage was burned from the blast. The fence was not hit from the blast. The only angle the wounds could have been made were for Gage to be standing, all four paws on the ground and Mr. Stanfill kneeling at the fence sticking the barrel of his shotgun through the fence and firing into my yard, into Gage. There were suspicious marks on the back side of his collar that led me to believe either before or after Mr. Stanfill shot him he tried to pull Gage over the fence to his yard to try to prove his story that Gage had jumped the fence. No one gets that close to an animal that they are "scared" of. They would shoot from a distance. The Sheriff's Office issued Mr. Stanfill a summons for Animal Cruelty and told him to get his boat and pier off my property.

The rest off the 12th was a blur spent building a coffin, digging a grave, and laying Gage to rest. We answered over one hundred phone calls as the word spread to former troops and friend in far off places. Everyone wanted to know what happened to the lovable goofball that was always the center of attention. There was a lot of anger and tears all over the world. A lot for a dog, especially a pitbull, but Gage was no ordinary dog to us. He did not have a mean bone in his body.

To add insult to injury, Mr. Stanfill now claims he owns the land and will not move the boat or pier from my property. The sheriff is unable to do anything about the property dispute because they cannot decide the lines without a court order. The legal deed shows none of his property comes close to the lake. If I remove the items from my property I could be at fault. He is going to tie this up in legal fees that I can not afford.

I have warned the neighbors on the other side of Mr. Stanfill to be careful. He has complained about their dogs as well. They said they have had numerous run-ins with him about their dogs.

I want him to pay for what he has done to Gage and my family. Don't take that the wrong way. I don't want money. We only want to see the right thing done. My kids can't sleep and my wife is a mess. My children want to move and I may have to get them counseling. What was a home is now a scary nightmare. If he will do this to an animal what would stop him from doing it to a human or child he does not like.

This morning I watched my wife let the little ones (Yorkies) out and saw her cry at Gage's grave. I stood there watching the scene from the backdoor not sure if they were safe to be out there. Worried about what might happen. No one should have to live this way. No one should have to die the way Gage did.
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Here is a link to the Memorial Video that I did for Gage's Family...Please take a moment to watch. In all honesty...I suggest you watch the memorial before you sign because I feel it is important to "see" the life and love behind this petition. Please also, leave a comment for the family. Thank you from the bottom of my heart...Sherry

Below is the link for the slideshow..AGAIN..CAUTION: VERY DISTURBING PICTURES.

passed on from Michael & Irene DiDonato of Newburgh,NY

In memory of the "Little Blue One"

canecorso_breeder — Thu, 29 May 2008 11:16:57 GMT

Just yesterday, we had a little blue female that was 2 weeks old and passed away yesterday because she was born 2 weeks early and should've been born last Monday. Even for those two weeks, I bonded with her because I feed her with a bottle and had her wrapped up in blankets in a laundry basket to keep her warm because her mother was not a good one, and we have decided not to breed her again. But anyway, this pup was skinny, and I fed her just the right amount, but I never had the courage to euthinize her because I thought she would have a chance and who would I be to ruin it. She was just sick. But I found her dead and dropped down crying because I knew she had a will to live and wanted to, too. She deserved a life and know she has a healthier on above, where she can be warm. Bless her little heart.

And for those who have lost their loved ones, not just little ones, I know how you feel. Bless the lost ones who are forever remembered in our hearts.

May the Rainbow Bridge guide all of our lost ones.

The Old Man and his dog

canecorso_breeder — Thu, 29 May 2008 11:25:00 GMT

The Old Man and his dog Teddy died together and were trying to find Heaven. They came upon a large golden gate and saw a very large house. the old man walked up and said to the gaurd "Is this Heaven?" The gaurd said "Yes, but no dogs allowed." "I wouldn't go anywhere without Teddy." He replied and walked off. Yet he stumbled to yet another large house. "Is this Heaven? Are there dogs allowed?" He asked the gaurd. "Yes, it is." "Then what was that beck there?" the old man asked. "That, old man, is Hell."

The Story of Mac

Macy Pimm — Wed, 28 May 2008 17:48:05 GMT

Mac was a good dog. That's one of the things that I can proudly say about him. We bought him when he was just about eleven weeks old from a West Highland White Terrier breeder in Missouri. He came as a little pot bellied piglet looking pup but I loved him to death right away. I slept with him for the first few nights and we cuddled together when he was scared. He loved digging (but I didn't), going for walks, and playing with his doggie buds. 2006 rolled around pretty fast and on September 19 Mac turned two years old. About a month later on October 27 I had my own birthday. Four days after my birthday (Halloween) on October 31 we bought some candy to chow on as Mac sat by my feet. The next day as we sat around the kitchen table just chatting we heard a scream come from my brother's bedroom. We all rushed there and there was Mac and my brother. Luke, my brother, had blood rushing down his cheeks and Mac's mouth was rimmed with red. Luke had been bitten by Mac and was rushed to the emergency room right away to get stitches. The doctors said that if the bite had been just about a centimeter nearer to his mouth he could've had a horrible infection. Thank God he didn't. I knew Mac had to be put down and I was super sad. For the next ten days that he had to live I spent every single moment with him. The hardest part of losing Mac was when the vet put the shot in Mac and I saw all the life drain right out of him. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I love Mac forever and I always will. Now's he up in Doggie Heaven looking down at me and my new Westie pup that I got a month after he died, Macy. Mac, I love you!

QUOTE: If there is really is no dog heaven, then I would like to go wherever they go when they die. I want to spend forever with my loved canines. ~Anonymous~

Poll: What is the thing you remember most?

Angel8 — Mon, 31 Jul 2006 15:12:06 GMT

What do you remember most about ur dogs death?

my dog just died right know may 23

RiP_ChIcO702 — Fri, 23 May 2008 23:09:56 GMT

just 2 days ago my little chico that is a chiwawa got attacked by a pitbull i didnt know what 2 do they gave him medications but just right know at 10 pm he passed away right in my arms am still crying some one help me i need help:{

Our beloved friends that are now gone

SchnauzerFan — Fri, 23 May 2008 10:53:31 GMT

In just over a year, we lost three of our dogs. Unfortunately, only one was to old age - Lady, a 13-year old Cocker Spaniel. We also lost two Basset Hounds to cancer - Ernie at 5 years old, and Max at 8 years old. There are still days when we miss them, especially the little things about them that made the individual and special. The two in front are the boys we lost, Max is on the left and Ernie on the right.

Losing a pet is never easy, but these two are no longer in pain and are remembered fondly. If all we can do is give a dog a good home for whatever time we have, then we've done alright.

in memory of smokey

buttons guzman — Fri, 02 May 2008 12:30:46 GMT

he was my reason for living,he help me through my darkest hour,if not for smokey I really don't think I would be alive right now
It's been a few months but I know I'll think of him every day. he head me and made me whole. Smokey should have lived longer, sstupidcars

My Dog Beatoven past away a long time ago but i still remember him.

quidditchchamp — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 11:44:55 GMT

My dog beatoven past away a long time ago but i still remember him. he was a faithful dog. We had him ever since he was a pup. He was the best dog anyone could have and i was lucky enough to ahve him.

My Dog Beatoven past away a long time ago but i still remember him.

quidditchchamp — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 11:44:00 GMT

The Story of Doc the Beagle

davidfbarton — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 07:08:15 GMT

I hope this story makes you smile.

Thanks

David Barton, McFarland, WI

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The Story of Doc the Beagle

by David Barton, March 3, 2008, McFarland, WI

The thick, wooden door to the visiting room at the animal shelter slowly opened and a spindly-legged, giant eared tri-color beagle puppy

bolted into the room and blasted toward our 11 year old daughter and promptly peed on her shoes. “Daddy, I’ve got to have this dog; I’ll

take care of it forever, I really will,” said Jane, almost in tears. The puppy wriggled in ecstasy and peed on Jane again. (I could grow to like this dog, I thought.)

So that’s how Dopey came to live with us. Seven dwarves and they had to name him Dopey. Upon arrival home, he immediately peed

in his new crate. He quickly decided he was going to be a full fledged member of the family. I put him in the mud room with his crate and erected

a short fence, the kind you see in infant nurseries. Dopey figured out how to climb over the fence within a few hours. Thanks to that maneuver,

he earned the name of Doc, smartest of all the dwarves. At least he was smarter than me.

Doc really didn’t need his eyes to get around, they were there for show… their rich grey-brown luster could make your skin tingle; “voodoo eyes”

a friend called them. No, Doc was 100% sniffer, an olfactory phenomenon… a nose with legs. When he sat down on our dock along the Yahara River,

he would lift his nose skyward and mysteriously enter into a trance, taking each of the three million smells individually sampling them one by one.

He was in heaven on that dock.

In a former life, Doc must have been a seafaring captain, as much as he loved to ride in our pontoon boat on Lake Kegonsa. He always scampered

to the front of the boat and stood stiff-legged as we hammered through the two to three foot swells. When I called him, he would join me

on the driver’s bench and help me steer. With a stiff west wind, his beagle ears would rise up majestically like Dumbo

flaps as he smiled broadly. (I’m convinced we picked up a few miles-per-hour whenever the flaps came up.)

Doc was not a complex thinker, but he was a great teacher. My wife Mary described some of Doc’s finer musings,

often taught on a long walk along the Freedom Trail, a public wild place and wetland in the Town of Dunn just down the road from our house.

Slow down. Take a sniff. Pause and appreciate the world around you.
Trust yourself and your instincts.
When you are tired, rest. Shady spots are good for that.
When you are thirsty, drink. Rain puddles are good for that.
When you need sleep, nap. Pillows are good for that.
When you need some love, put your head in the nearest lap. Someone will scratch behind your ears.

Doc built a reputation around the neighborhood as a lover, not a fighter. He never growled and he only barked a handful of times in his life

(usually when I needed to pay attention.) Even the uptight local dogs grew to like him. When we’d walk down the road, neighbors would

holler, “Hey, Doc, what’s happening?” “How’s it goin’, Doc?” And, of course, the obligatory “What’s up, Doc?” I would smile sheepishly…

he knew the neighborhood better than me.

Doc aged pretty gracefully, a grey beard by age nine. But always with the piercing eyes that could see right through me. I cherished our long walks,

especially when our entire family would amble along the Freedom Trail together. Doc would run free and bound through the dense pockets of tall native

grasses, incredibly alive. We could see the tops of the grass islands quaking and quivering and eventually our beagle would pop out the end.

When Doc started losing control of his hindquarters, we bought him a little red wagon, a Radio Flyer, the very best beagle carriage made by man.

Through snow and ice, we followed our hallowed neighborhood paths… me pulling and Doc ensconced in the driver’s seat. Eventually kidney

failure and Cushings laid Doc low. The vet called it “multiple organ failure.” He was so right, Doc’s organs and our family’s hearts. But we all knew it was time.

He needed to get to that place where the beagle always catches the rabbit.

Thanks, Doc, for everything. I love you so much. You made me a better person. Whenever I see an island of thick, tall native grass, I hold my breath hoping

that you will come bounding out the far side and jump wildly and blissfully into my open arms again.

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My westie terrier Cherry pass away yesterday

ericftp — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 21:35:30 GMT

My lovely dog cherry died yesterday. SHe went away peacefully in my hold. SHe is 14 yeards old and she had brought a lot of happiness to our family in the past..

Luckily I have painted her last yeat, now I still can look at her everyday so that I can have memory with her in my heart..

Here is the painting of my loverly cherry :

Eric

cheung.fu.wing@gmail.com

My Annie Girl

nyaligal — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 05:12:35 GMT

We had to put our beloved Annie to sleep last Friday. My husband and I stayed with her til the end and she collapsed with her head in my hands. She was a beautiful collie/golden retriever mix with a loving demeanor and she'd been with us for 13 years. It is so painful and everything reminds me of her, but I know she's not in pain anymore and that we did the right thing. We were so blessed to have had her in our family. Instead of being an angel on earth, she's now one in heaven.

How did your dog die?

Angel8 — Tue, 12 Sep 2006 14:31:49 GMT

Was it injured? sick? unknown reason?

think about the good things

adonisforever — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 14:17:39 GMT

my 8 year old German Shepherd, Titus, isn't gone,but he has a lot of problems. After he lost his leg, Titus has had problems with his leg. we try everything to keep him the most comfortable. he probable has only a year to go, but always thin of the good things that came out of all this suffering. like the first time they ever learned how to go outside to use the restroom. a little comfort will be nice. thanks.

anything special?

muttlover17 — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 17:44:33 GMT

Are you guys going to do anything special once your dog goes away?? sorry,for the sad post,but when my dogs are gone,i'm going to creamate them and sprinkle their ashes on our backyard.

R.I.P. Little Girl

Husky_Lover — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 18:20:35 GMT

It was a sunny morning when I was gong to get this little girl puppy who is a German Shepherd that was for adoption. She was only 3 weeks old. She died because she was ill. I never met her only on picture. Rest in peace.

A Poem for my Golden Retriever Brandi

Lovemy4goldens — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 09:20:41 GMT

Hi all my brandi passed away on June 12th 2006 from Lymphoma cancer and we did all we could for her. spent over 15,000.00 in just 8 months, but at least I got 8 extra months with her. Brandi was my favorite of all my goldens and I miss her so much. I wrote this poem for her on her 6 month mark. It is 1 of 3 I have written for her and I think this one is special because now I can move on and know she will always be with me. I will post what happened to me after she passed away and how she came to me and lead me to 2 new goldens I have now adopted throught the shelter. It doesn't surprise me she would do this for me.

My 3rd poem to Brandi called

Soft whisper

My best friend spoke to me last night

a soft whisper in my ear.

I woke up and looked around the room,

I was startled, yet I had no fear.

My best friend said that all is fine

Rainbow bridge is so much more.

That there was so much love up there,

even a beautiful ocean shore.

There is fields and fields of green green grass

and the sky has different shades of blue.

There are flowers, mountains, trees and clouds,

everything they said it was, is true.

My best friend whispered in my ear last night

saying "Please don't cry or be sad.

That what was done, had to be done,

for me to live my life now, so be glad".

My best friend said that I did the right thing

an unselfish act on my part.

And that this pain & sadness I feel

will be gone soon from my heart.

I asked my best friend "How could this be

I miss you so much everyday.

That my heart hurts so much for you,

I wish there could of been another way".

My best friend whispered in my ear last night

"You will always be in my heart.

Go on & live and love another,

because we will never really be apart".

My best friend whispered in my ear last night

"it's time for me to go towards the light.

I just wanted to stop & say to you

go on my best friend, I'll be alright.

I carry your unconditional love with me

I have done this from the very start".

I whispered back to my best friend last night,

"I'll always love you with all my heart."

So good-bye my best friend as I looked up at the sky

a shooting star I see in a straight line.

Moving fast across the sky & out of sight,

I whispered,

"Good -bye my best friend, now, I'll be fine".

By Lanie Blackmon 12/12/06

(6 months ago today

In memory of my best friend, Brandi)

how quickly we become attached

groommom — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 19:28:28 GMT

isn't it amazing how quickly we become attached to a sweet little puppy? we rescued a sickly little girl and i nursed her for a little while but i guess it was too late to help her. that was over a year ago and i still miss her so much. even as sick as she was she still tried to get up and run and play with everyone else. the only thing that makes me feel a little better is that at least her last days her belly was full, she was warm and dry and she knew how love felt.

Passed away today

bjd&lulu2 — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 18:50:28 GMT

I woke up and lulu has passed on. The vet said she had cancer but we didnt know how bad. Im crying , i have a headack. my ficanee wants to get her cremated.

memory of

animalgrl — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 07:22:10 GMT

Life is short

Dont waste it on things you hate

Use it wisly like playing with your best friend.

Once you have it enjoy it cause

Once its gone its gone.

Memory of my shetland/ golden.

what else do you do?

cowgirleup — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 12:05:56 GMT

i got the crazy idea to breed weims. i had my Male (bullet) sence he was 6 weeks old. All i had to was get a female well.... i lucked in to a 3 year old female named (lilly).when i got lilly she was in bad shap she was not takin care of at all. she was very temid and shy. you could tel by looking at her she was just a breeding dog that never got any love. so i let her have a few breaks b/4 i breed her and showed her all the love i coud. well after a year she had me a litter i was soo happy but i had to move off to college and leave he w/my mom and dad who had love her just as much as me i came home every chance i got after she had the pups but when the pups was 2 weeks old lilly got hit by a car. i was off at college and never got to say buy i cryed everyday for weeks. but now we had a litter of pups. We lost all but 2 and now the pups are older and i love them w/all my heart but each time i look at them i see there mother and i love sallie and sam but i cant get past no having lilly.

Too my special Little Girl Misfit Acres Phalah CD,RN,OJP,OAP,PS1,CL-3 ,OA,OJ

5aussies — Wed, 08 Aug 2007 05:51:35 GMT

This is to my special friend and team mate Phalah she was only 5 years old when she lost the battle of Lymphoma.3 short weeks and you where at the Rainbow bridge and how I still miss you my little girl. Here's a little message I sent to my friends when I lost her . We had just qualified for the USDAA Nationals 3 weeks before with a final class of a 9 second run!!

When you see don't say a word. I know what your thinking .

If you see me cry when I'm walking a course ,I'll be fine.

The shadow you see at my side ,it's her. She keeps me in line.

She gave with all her heart and soul so many times We are always remembered as that special team.

When I couldn't walk you never gave up!! Everyone said never you said come on Mom let's go.

When we went back to agility they said why ,she'll never win . I said because we loved it . We proved them wrong!!

I know your waiting for me my Little Girl stay safe and warm. Love you Phal you are truly my heart and soul and inspiration.

I was 3 weeks!

Jessie10 — Fri, 08 Jun 2007 04:39:02 GMT

I was found underneath a bridge with 2 of my bros and sis also.WE were 3 weeks old and our mommy had passed away right next to us.It was sad. My human mommy took care of me and my siblings.she stayed up all night and went to extreme measures to find us some kinda milk that we would take. Every night before she puts us to bed She hugged us and kissed us and told us she loved us.One morning mommy found me at Rainbow Bridge and she was sad so sad. My bro and sis took a bad turn cause they were missing me. mommy is so SAD please help her.The pups are now 6 weeks.

PMs Are Back

Suprafa — Tue, 22 May 2007 13:07:40 GMT

Just letting everyone know, the PM system has been re-enabled. Please do not harass other members thru the PM system or send people negative messages. If these problems happen again the PM may be disabled indefinitely.

We just would like to keep the DogChannel community positive and a fun place for everyone. The negative comments do nothing but discourage the other members and fuel even more hostility. That's not what we're about on this message board.

Thanks to everyone that has participated and helped to keep the positive attitude here. All you have done is greatly appreciated.

Mistys passed on.

candy&misty — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 18:47:14 GMT

im crying my eyes out. Dad came in for supper today and said misty had been shot by a hunter that was drunk and tresspassing on our land.

I will not be comming back to dog channel for 2 reasons. 1. Im getting sent off to bording school Montana for what I have done and only star, huskies and celitc know that. 2. Cause i cant thing about dogs when my love died.

Brandy Loving memory

starry*boy — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 18:16:02 GMT

I just found out that one of stars friends on dog channel has passed away. Here is what she has to say:

EVERYBODY PLZ READ (a message from brandys mom)
last night there was an accident,my dog brandy loves to ride in the back of my dads truck,so he was going to a friends house to talk,she was riding in the back and he figured it was getting late so he was walking out their front door and brandy was looking at him and then we guess she saw a cat and hopped out of the truck and got hit by a car,she was yelping and crying and then she was silent,the lady that hit her came out of the car and started appologiseing and was crying and my dad said to her its not ur fault she was just being a dog,i gotta go and he called my moms cell phone and said brandy got hit by a car and that hes headed home and she replied no u have to take her to the vet and so we met eachother there and it was closed,i went to the back of the truck and there was blood everywhere and she looked dead,we went home looked at her and i listened for breathing and a heartbeat.....nothing,she was dead and now i am really really sad and depressed so if u could please keep her in ur thoughts and prayers id appreaciate it,sorry if ur sad....i am probley not going to be on dogchannel for a while,or at least when i am ready for another dog,i ♥ all my friends on dogchannel, no grudges held against anybody!!! i miss her sooooo bad and at the moment i am crying,we barried her last night,she died sometime around 8 o'clock,she got hit in the rib cage and bleed on the inside.....bye everyone,i wont forget u guys.

Come visit me, Brandy(in our hearts minds and heaven 4ever).

This is a really hard time for her and all of her freinds. So I wanted to honor Brandy.

jacks

sl3dogz — Sat, 22 Jul 2006 16:57:21 GMT

in memorie of jacks we wil all miss him vary much.

Inkin

taboolynn — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 10:05:34 GMT

i promised my kids that as soon as we were able to buy our own house they could get a dog. when we did get our house the kids pestered me like crazy so me and my husband decided to get them one for easter. we also decided together that we wanted to save a dog that no one else wanted. we went to wayside waifs and as we were walking down an isle getting ready to leave a puppy grabbed my husbands hand. we went into a play room and instantly we all fell in love. he was a lab chow mix and had been returned once by another family. we took him home. for the next 6 to 7 months he was wonderful. playful jumpy annoying but had a way of making everyone love him. he had a growth show up on his lokked like a platue of skin. the vet removed it. but when inkin came home after surgery he bloated up couldn't move whined. i took him in for emergency. they tried to stabblize him but his stomach had turned. couseing gas to build up and cut off blood to his brain. he went into shock. kicking barkins leggs sticking striaght out. then died. we didn't know and no one told us this could happen had we known large dogs can have this reaction to anastetic we would have maybe noticed sooner before we lost the most wonderful dog ever. it was awful. i had to tell my kids the dog they wished for for so long had passed. we only had him half a year but loved him soooooooooooo much. i didn't think my kids would ever stop crying.

Belle: my cutiepie!

myhuskybaby_rjo — Wed, 07 Jun 2006 08:40:36 GMT

belle was the family dog for years. i remember every day we spent together. she was my baby
she died year before last. she loved to go down to flint creek (where we live) and one day a snake got her.

ilove you Belle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My dog Happy

Gracie — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 18:18:07 GMT

If you have ever lost a dog then here's a way to make you feel better.

First sit down by yourself or get out some pictures of you're dog and look at these and talk about you're dog with you're family. You know that if you died you're dog would be very sad to, so remember the good times you spent not the bad.

Next go write a story about you're dogs life or you're life with you're dog. When you are finished with you're story keep it in a very save place.

Then wait a few days. Whenever you feel sad read you're story.

Last go listen to some music. This is very relaxing after you read about you're dog. When you feel better go play a game with you're family. This might make you all feel better.

This all might make you cry but it's all for the memory of you're best friend, you're dog.

Mikki,sneaky,hutch R.I.P

rawlie88 — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 09:45:49 GMT

Till the day i first saw you,to the day i last saw you....I will always love you guys,forever and always.

Brandi is gone

Lovemy4goldens — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 09:33:06 GMT

Brandi Has gone to Rainbow Bridge

MY SWEET BRANDI GIRL

A bundle of fur was given to me
and this bundle had touched my heart.
I couldn't believe that she was all mine,
I'll name her Brandi, that was a start.

As the months went by so fast
and seeing Brandi grow each day.
She was so happy, funny and beautiful
I wouldn't of wanted it any other way.

The months went by, then became years for us
and soon Brandi was 7 years old.
Then that terrible day came for us,
"It's Lymphoma Cancer", we both were told.

My life & Rons life changed that day
it was on August 18, 2005.
I told Ron and we both agreed,
we'll do anything to keep Brandi alive.

So we started Brandi on Chemo treatments
8 months of her in full remission.
Brandi has been such a trooper through this,
Now the cancer's back without permission.

Four times she came out of remission
Four times my heart grew sad.
Then my emotions started to flow inside,
first saddness, anger, now mad.

Mad at the fact we did our best
to give Brandi the best of care.
Now she is gone and has left us,
I'm feeling nothing but sad sad despair.

Brandi was such a beautiful girl
with a gentle soul and a huge heart.
And now she has gone to Rainbow Bridge,
and my heart now is torn apart.

I am so blessed that Brandi was mine
how she always had made us smile.
I know my heart cries for Brandi now,
and my broken heart will hurt for a while.

So My Brandi Girl, you already know
that I'm missing you oh so much.
And the worst time for me is the nighttime,
when I can hug you and feel your touch.

Touching your paw and hitting my arm
for me to rub your body or your pretty face.
You came into the world with digity,
and you left this world with such grace.

Until we see each other again
Thank you for giving me 7 years of Joy.
And when I'm sad and think of you girl,
I'll just hug your favorite frisbee toy.

Farewell My Sweet Brandi Girl
Be a star and shine down on me.
Forever in our hearts, forever in our souls
Thats where My Brandi will always be.

I love you so much Brandi
Goodbye my Best Friend
Your Mommy

Thank you all so much for loving my Brandi. I really didn't know how much she was loved by you all and I thank you so much for all the prayers and support you showed us through this time. I am still somewhat in shock and still wanting her to be here. I can't stop saying her name when calling Ally & Ginger, and everynight I have gone outside before bed and found the brightest star and talked to her. I miss her deeply and my heart is so heavy now. I ache for my baby girl. Ally and Ginger seem to be alright at this time. I think Ginger is starting to wonder where she is. She keeps walking from room to room whining and coming to me and looking at me like "where is Brandi Mommy?"

I thought since you all loved and cared for my Brandi I would share with you her last moments in hopes it may help me to move along in my life and let you know, she went peacefully. It was the hardest thing I have ever done putting her down and signing that consent form, just about killed me too.
Watching Brandi walk down our walkway at home here to the truck for the last time hurt so bad and driving her there was awful. As Brandi sat next to me, not hanging out the window for the first time in I don't know how long and just panting and staring at me, I knew I had to do what I was about to do.
Ron met me there at the Cancer hospital and I couldn't make myself take her in, so Ron grabbed her leash and got her out of the truck. It killed me getting out and walking her in there. I wanted to be strong for Brandi but as we walked in and as we always do everytime, Brandi jumped on the scale as though we were there just for another treatment. so I weighed my precious girl and told her what a good girl she was. As we walked through the lobby, there sat 3 golden retrievers waiting for treatments.
They took us right away to a nice warm room with a couch and a thick blanket on the floor. a candle was lit there and I just lost it walking in there. Ron & I waited for the doctor and in the meantime, alot of the staff came in and had tears in their eyes and said their good byes to Brandi and hugged us. Yes my Brandi must of had a effect on a lot of people and that made me feel wonderful. The doctor walked in with a tray with 3 shots on it. That is when I couldn't hold it in any longer. She explained to us what was to happen and that afterwards we could stay as long as we wanted.
I layed on the floor with my baby girl and Ron stayed on the couch. I was looking straight into those soulful beautiful eyes as they shaved her leg and started the saline shot first. Then came the second shot to relax my Brandi. I just was so scared and couldn't believe this was happening to us. The day was here.I dreaded this day for months and now it was here.
The doctor told us this second shot would make her very relaxed and as I looked at Brandi laying there, Brandi all of a sudden raised up and found my eyes and locked hers with mine and then this is something I will always cherish. Brandi never has done this before, but she was looking straight into my eyes and took her warm nose and touched my nose and just stared at me. I thought she was going to lick me but no, she was smelling my face and kept touching my nose with her's as she stared at me. Then her head started to fall and I grabbed her head and layed it down gently. she was still looking at me and so the doctor asked me if we were ready and I just said "do it" and Ron was crying so hard by now as was I and so I layed my head while holding her paw down on her face kissing her all over her face and saying her name and telling her I loved her and what a good girl she was as they gave her the third shot. I felt her last breath exhale on my face and then she was gone.
as I sit here balling my eyes out now, the pain was to much for me. I loved her so much. I looked at her after it was all over and she looked so peaceful and so beautiful and no longer suffering. The doctor left the room and Ron got down on the floor with us and we both sobbed for a while and talk to her and petted her and kissed her beautiful face over and over. I couldn't leave her. Ron kept telling me to go but I just couldn't. I made Ron cut off her scraf from her neck and we grabbed her leash and got up. I looked at Brandi and she looked like she was just sleeping, but for one last time, I got back down on the ground and told her I was so sorry there was nothing more we could do. That I loved her so much and to run with all the furbabys in heaven and that I would see her again soon. Kissed that beautiful face again over and over until Ron had to pull me up and away from her to leave. That drive home alone(Ron went back to work) with just Brandis scraf around my neck now and her leash on her seat tore my heart out and so I just screamed all the way home and cried. I got to the toll booth where we would always see this man there and he asked me, "Where is your beautiful dog today" I lost it and through my tears, I paid him, told him and just drove off crying and continuing to scream. it's been 3 days now already and I have yet to stop including her name when calling the girls or thinking about her. I look for her sometimes and then realize I no longer have her. I have been hugging the other 2 a lot and have gone on walks with them to get out of the house and Brandi's scraf remains in my truck around my stick shift. It will stay there forever or as long as I have this truck.
So know that my Brandi was a trooper. My Brandi was the love of my life and that my Brandi will truly and is, missed deeply now.
Again thank you all for loving my Brandi. I will always remember the love and compliments you all gave her. Yes, those eyes were something else and are forever in my mind.

Part 1 of brandi's help for me to go on...read part 2

Max

sl3dogz — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 20:02:41 GMT

3 legged max is gone he was my friends grandmas dog he died last month in an accident max was napping under a car and the car backed out we will miss him so vary much.

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nicolegrace — Tue, 14 Nov 2006 12:01:36 GMT

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sl3dogz — Wed, 28 Jun 2006 17:14:14 GMT

i just lost my mt. cur cammi and it is very hard 2 get over i mis her alot!!!!!!!!!!!!! :brokenheart;

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teddytears — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 14:40:21 GMT

I lost my Annie Lou -- some motorist just hit her and never stopped. She was so loving and loyal I will miss her and always and she will be in my heart and memory forever.

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chinsNdobermans — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 17:18:58 GMT

With the snow come my memories, sweet, of you.
Long fur, wagging tail, stealing gloves in a flash from unsuspecting hands.
Even into old age, you were unbelievably adept at such theft.
Then into the house, where the snow would melt from where it hung in clumps from your raggedy-looking coat.
Beautiful, regardless.
Then at night, when I would sneak you into my bed, forbidden as it was.
All 80 pounds of fur and affection, trying to wrap yourself around my neck in the same fashion as you did when you were a puppy.
My companionship, as an awkward young teen, not wavering in love when Lizz came into my life and stole a vast portion of my attentions.
Gone now, for a year. So long, it seems, since I kissed your head and said I love you.
With the snow come my memories, sweet, of you.
Blackie Lynn
August 29, 1992 - September 22, 2005
Always missed
Never forgotten
Eternally loved

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Angel8 — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 14:21:41 GMT

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goldenpuppy — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 19:26:15 GMT

im doing this post for my dog carl even though hes gone i know he is reading this from heaven.maybe if my mom had listen to my dad for once carl might still be here but no.Carl got bloat because of my mother.he was my hero we stuck like glue and he was some regular dog them however i found out that he used to be a police dog.

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