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The Death of My Dog

For the love of Nikko — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 05:14:00 GMT

TO: ALL DOG OWNERS - PLEASE READ!

On Saturday night, (8/16/09) my 6 year old Shih Tzu, Nikko, was
eating a dog chewie named Windee (a/k/a Moo tubes & Beef Trachea). He
began choking and I tried but could not get the Windee chew from him. I thought the choking stopped before I went to bed but the next day I woke up and Nikko was dead. The necropsy performed that morning revealed approximately 2 inches of the chew lodged in the trachea
leading to death by asphyxiation.

The 6" Windee chew is manufactured by Jones Natural Chews
Company (the label says Jones Gourmet Chews Company) located in
Rockford Illinois. I purchased the Windee from SitStay.com. The chew is
advertised as "good chewing for all size dogs". There are absolutely no
warnings that choking can occur and cause death OR the Windee can lodge
in the trachea and thus cause death by asphyxiation.

I contacted Jones Natural Chews company and spoke to Dean Jones, one of
the owners. I told him what happened and he said he would send me a letter advising as
to what would be done. When I didn't receive the letter I called him back and he said the letter
was sent. I still have not received any letter. I requested this product be taken off the market so this would not happen to another dog. He said they would NOT take the Windee chew off
the market. I then requested a warning label on the product that choking can occur
and lead to death. He said he spoke to their Attorneys and they may put some type of
warning that "Choking could be hazardous" That is not sufficient. It minimizes the reality that
death can occur.

Here is a company that trades on the close bond we share with our pets that showed no expression of remorse to a bereaved owner as contained in their following email and letter to me. As you also see in their letter they did not feel any further communication would be productive.

Bobbie,

I checked on the letter we sent and it was written on the 28th of August ( the Friday after our original discussion ). The office informs me it may have hit the post office on the 1st or 2nd of September.
Because I am over production my days tend to be earlier. I am usually here around 6 am and try to leave around 3pm whenever possible.
I am very sorry for your loss but I do think any further communication would not be productive.

Thank you,
Dean Jones
Jones Natural Chews Co
815/874-9500 ext 206

Jones Natural Chews Co
3450 Pyramid Drive
Rockford, IL 61109

September 14, 2009

Dear Bobbie Spiegel,

We are very sorry to hear about the loss of your beloved dog. As dog owners ourselves and having suffered the heartache of losing dogs, we understand how painful the experience is.

Our company goal is to manufacture and provide natural, safe treats for dogs to enjoy without extra preservatives.

We appreciate your contact regarding this incident and hope that you can recover quickly.

Sincerely,
Laura L Herr
Dean A Jones

AS OF TO DATE, (SEPTEMBER 27, 2009) I HAVE NEVER RECEIVED ONE LETTER FROM THEM.

I know our dogs love bones and chewies and we all love to see our dogs
happy BUT the consequences are not worth it.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU HAVE A DOG DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES GIVE Windee (a/k/a Moo tubes & Beef Trachea) TO YOUR DOG.

I can't tell you how much I loved Nikko, I bred him and thus had him
since the day he was born. IF you have had a dog die because of choking
on this or any other product please notify me

Thank you.

Bobbie Spiegel

Goodbye Ikara...

charriot — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 18:34:25 GMT

Our dog Ikara just passed away.... It's really sad. It's the first time to adopt a pet after so many years. But after a few moths she died.

Obit on a great friend

miama99 — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 13:52:11 GMT

Teddy Hollander passed away today. Most of you know that he’s been very sick for the past couple years. His defiance in the face of advanced heart disease impressed his doctors, my friends, and our fellow Beachwood Canyon dog walkers, who were never sure whether Teddy was going to fall over, or chase their mutts down the street.

Fact is, Teddy was the sweetest dog on the planet. This one story tells you everything you need to know about this courageous little fellow. I had him for a year before deciding to get Alice. He was a full-grown male, and she was a two month-old little runt. Alice’s breeder warned me that Teddy might be jealous, and might hurt her without meaning to. Keep her alone in a baby pen for a while, she advised. So the first time I went out and left the dogs alone, I bought a baby pen and put Alice in it.

When I came home, I was immediately alarmed because Teddy did not greet me at the door, which he normally did. I ran back to the bedroom, worried that something horrible had happened. Well, somehow Teddy had jumped about 4 feet and got into the baby pen. He and Alice were sound asleep, nestled tightly together like little commas. And that was how it would always be. When they went on their walks, they moved lockstep, two little commas wandering down the sidewalk, each movement in unison, like a school of fish. And it all came from Teddy, who watched over Alice like a father, a big brother and an adoring fan. Alice, always (and still) the jealous barker who would steal the slower eating Teddy’s food; Teddy, the patient, sweet guy who was simply happy to make everybody happy.

He was just a little schnauzer, but he was a great friend.

Wrigley in Loving Memory

hbj11 — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 17:34:22 GMT

Here is my beautiful basenji Wrig, who passed away 2 years ago

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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In loving memory....

smalz — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 17:26:14 GMT

I had a Doberman that we put to sleep about 4 years ago. I got home from school one day and called out her name and when she didn't come I knew something was wrong. My mom tried her best to explain where she was but me only being 8 I did not understand. It was sad to know she was gone and I never got to say goodbye but she is in a better place now.

Our Rosie went to Doggy Heaven yesterday

tweety28 — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 10:39:07 GMT

Our Rosie had to be put to sleep yesterday. She was 18 years old. My first husband and his wife Cindy had her for the last 10 years of her life. I had her for the first 8 years of her life. We will all miss her terribly.

Below is a site where a memorial about Rosie was made by Cindy. What a wonderful job she did making the memorial

RosieLee.critters.com

Rosie will stay in our hearts forever. Every day kiss and hug your pets, they are our family.

Terry

In loving memory of my puppy Sandy

IloveSammy — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 13:08:37 GMT

She passed away this morning.She drowned in my pool.I'm still taking it very hard.I witnessed the worst experience ever.I can't believe this actually happened.I feel so horrible.

Tribute Video

Turbo K9 — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 07:57:04 GMT

I made this a while back as a tribute to my dog that I lost back in '07. Thought it would be appropriate here. Cut and paste the address and remove the spaces.

vids. myspace. com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=20037251

Farewell To My Best Friend

mahgman — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 10:10:44 GMT

I made this video to say goodbye to my dog, Tucker. I hope it helps those fighting the heartbreak over losing their best friends:

I AM NEW & LOST MY BEST FRIEND

DonnaMay — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 11:53:22 GMT

Hi all, i am new and need some advice.

My beautiful 1 and 3/4 year old sprocker spaniel (Ella) died and i cannot stop crying She was not a pet to me she was my baby and at the minute everything reminds me of her.She had an amazing personality,she smiled, played with the cat, v gently with little kiddies, converted dog haters into lovers and because of her 2 other families got spaniels too. she had that much effect on people, oops i am starting to blubber. I do not know wether to get another dog in time, i do not know if i could love another dog as much as i loved her or if i could go through losing another one. My 14 daughter would love another dog, she is upset but not as much as me, i think Ella was more my dog anyway as we i did most things for her. if i did get another dog i would love another spaniel but what kind?? My mate has a King Charles Spaniel but i find the dog lacking in personality. PERSONALITY, loyal and gently is what i would be looking for, like Ella as she was so full of life, she was like a human in a dogs body. i know everyone thinks their dog is special but everyone that new Ella said how different she was. I know i need time first but the house is too quiet and she gave me so many good times. Do i or dont i get another?????

MY GEORGEOUS BABY GIRL.....ELLA....

In Loving Memory of DeeDee (aka "Kid's Dima")

Momma2DeeDee — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 11:11:19 GMT

At 4:30 am Christmas morning, with her head cradled in my arms as I sang her "her" two favorite songs, our beloved greyhound girl DeeDee left us.

She is now buried in our back yard, next to our late daughter Lora's dog Charcoal, with the one toy she could still play with with only 4 teeth left -- "her" toy -- I couldn't bear to see & hear the other dogs playing with it, so it's with her body.

DeeDee was much more to me -- to us -- than just a pet, especially with the hole left in our hearts from the loss of our daughter Lora. She was a true comfort, a heart-companion, who instinctively knew how to distract me on my down days. While we only had her for three of her 8 years, it feels as though she's always been ours... our hearts are so broken.

In Loving Memory

Always eager to please..

Your clownish ways..

Kissing faces with ease --

You brought joy to our days

Now our laughter is silent

Our tears flow like rain

You left us on Christmas

And our hearts feel such pain.

Watch over us, DeeDee.

Give our Lora your kiss.

We’re so glad that you found us..

How your love we will miss.

DeeDee's songs:

(Sung to Monday, Monday)

Dee-Dee-Dima

She's our girl,

Dee-Dee-Dima,

She's our girl,

And I love her so!

She gives us love

And so much laughter,

She's our Di-ma girl..

Oh Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Di-ma

We lo-ove you.

(Sung to My Girl)

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day,

And when it's cold outside,

I've got the month of May...

I guess you'll say

What could make me feel this way?

My girl--Dima!

Talking 'bout Dima, my girl!

Talking 'bout my girl,

Dee-Dee is my girl,

My girl!

My Rebel is Gone

i miss rebel — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 20:22:17 GMT

My dear baby boy is gone. My little Rebel was hit by a car last night. He was dead by the time we got back to the house, so withing just a few minutes. He was a little Pomeranian, so he didn't stand much of a chance.

He was not even a year old yet. He was just a baby. His collar unsnapped and he took off. I guess he thought it was a game. I have been crying forever it seems like and the tears keep coming.

My other dog keeps looking for him. Romeo will not eat, and he will not drink. I am so worried and heartbroken.

My Tessa is gone...

littleflower — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 13:34:32 GMT

Tessa was with our family since she was 5 weeks old and she was 10 years old when she died in her sleep. You may be gone from this earth but you will live forever in our hearts. We love you, Tessa

How did your dog die?

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

Was it injured? sick? unknown reason?

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?

in loving memories of dakota, apollo, scorpio, and radar.

labradorlover2 — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 21:37:08 GMT

dakota was a keeshonden that was my 12th birthday gift back in 1995. anyway the next year i got another dog named apollo a rottweiler. he and dakota were best friends. dakota was poisoned in june 2001 by my rival neighbor next door. dakota was 6 years old. 3 years after dakotas death apollo passed away. and together they both crossed rainbow bridge. then in 2006 my chow scorpio passed away at 3 months due to a skin infection. and 2007. my rott pup of 5 months named radar died of parvo. now max is the only dog i have left. these and other dogs who all have passed. we know where they are and hopefully one day all of us will meet our k9 friends again.

I'll miss you Sydney

doglover7 — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 09:48:33 GMT

My favorurite neighbor, Linda, had a dog named Sydney (she called her Boo Bear) for as long as I can remember. She got it for her daughter, but in the next year, she moved away for University. So linda kept the dog. I loved Sydney, dog sat her a couple of times and everyday after school, I went for a walk with her. This year I was going to do the same. Linda is a real doglover. She loves dogs and spoils Sydney. In the past month, though, Sydney has been peeing in the house and just not herself...My mother just told me about an hour ago that Linda...put Sydney down. I'm still crying and this has been the hardest dog-loss I've ever had, since Milly (my other neighbors dog) I've been crying for an hour and can't believe it. I thought Sydney was great, and now Oliver and I will have to walk alone everyday. Linda put Sydney down Monday August, 25 at the Vet Collage. She was really upset, and they spent her last four days together. I just can't imagine Sydney sitting up on the Vet's table getting "the needle". Linda would have told me herself, but she said she just couldn't...

I'll miss you Sydney, Oliver will too! And I'll mark this day on my calender, as Sydney Day. I'll never forget you.. Amd I know you're in a better place.

Past Pups

Willow_Pup — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 05:35:00 GMT

Cause of DeathSeperation)

Sadie:Sweets puppy,was given away without me knowing anything, to my sister,I guess the story is because Shadow would attack her,(FIERCE Alpha dog)but what really sickins meh is that I could of fixed it. My sister moved without telling us, and gave away Sadie to a farm. Rest in Peace sweet girl.

Breed: Wowa! She was pure Mutt! Possible the most mixed dog you will ever see!

Hmm, as of right now Sadie will be 6 years old.

Jasper:Taken away from us. GRR! Jasper was our wild boy.Always jumping,playing, most energetic dog, I swear! Crazy too, this dog had some major NERVES!When we got him, he jumped on our car,its like he's saying,THANK YOU FOR TAKING ME HOME!!

Breed:MUTT! Lab/Spitz/Chow!

Right now, if he is alive,he would be 10 years old.

Maggie:Oooo,This dog made me so sad. Siberen Husky, with the most georgeous blue eyes.O how she would run!!Thankfully we moved out of the city when we had her, or she most likely would of been hit by a car,knowing her.We moved into a 30 acre house with creeks, ponds,a pardise just for the dogs,it was awsome.Maggie would be gone for maybe days,just to get out for a run,but would always come back to us.We would even ask her if she wanted to come inside, when it was snowing out,she stands up shakes all the snow off of her,and lays back down.

Maggie was stolen.Yes, stolen, she was THAT good of a dog.If she is still alive, Maggie would be 14 years old.

Holly:I hardly remember this loving German Shepherd dog,of ours. This dog was the smartest dog,I have EVER had, (Yup, even Lola)more than 100 comands.Haha. This dog was the meanest looking dog you would ever see,but boy o boy was she the gentlest thing too.You would ask her "Gonna hurt Mom!" She would growl and bare her teeth at you.She knew even the hardest of commands of "Bite and Chase" (We only used it when needed)

Holly passed on at the age of 10.The worst memory I remember of her, is her body being dragged away to be cremated,and my mother towering over her.

Well, those were my past pups.Still get a bit emotional from time to time.

In memory of Puzzy.

starry*boy — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 07:26:54 GMT

I would like to make a memoral of a dog I had growing up. Her name was puzzy. She was a great dog. She was lab mixed Golden retriver. All I have is a photo I took of a photo.

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

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.

In Loving Memory of Chico,my puppy that my mom gave away

IloveSammy — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 09:07:59 GMT

My mom gave him away today.I feel like my heart has been ripped out.I never got to take him on walks or to the dog park,or even petco where he could walk around.I feel like I'll never be happy again.I will miss that little puppy so much.Every tear I shed will be for him.I love him and miss him so much!! *crys*

In memory of Crunchy (Superdog)

Swanstore.net — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 13:29:16 GMT

Today we mourn the loss of my favorite dog, known for her ability to place her front paws straight out in front of her while she was being carried. earned her the name superdog.

She was a model for dog clothes on our website. and will be sadly missed.

A tribute to our many beloved friends that are now gone

SchnauzerFan — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 08:52:17 GMT

I have been blessed to have many, many wonderful dogs in my lifetime. Growing up we were never without at least 2 dogs at any one given time. Except for two occasions, all our dogs were rescued. And they were all great.

However I would like to pay tribute to the ones most recently lost. First there was Lady. Lady was a blonde Cocker Spaniel that was on her way to the dog pound when I intervened. She was two years old and I was blessed to share 11 years with her. Lady was happy just being around us. She never wandered or took off. I could go lay in the sun and she’d lay in the shadow of my chair so she could be near me. She would just sit and patiently let me groom her. She was there when my son was born, and put up with all the abuse a toddler can exact on a dog without even a growl. She was a sweet, gentle dog that we lost to old age. I can’t ever remember crying as hard as I did the day she died. We still talk about what a wonderful dog she was.

When Lady died we had three other dogs, all of them Basset Hounds. Max was so gentle and loving. We got him through a Basset rescue organization. He didn’t wander, he listened (which for a Basset is RARE), and was just happy to be sitting on the couch with you. He loved going for car rides and was a mellow fellow. He loved doing anything as long as we were there. While the other dogs would wander around the yard, he was happy to hang back with you.

Ernie, who we also adopted through the rescue organization, had come a long way in the year since we had adopted him. He had been abused and been bounced around 5 times within the year prior to coming to us. He had come so far, learning to trust. He thought an empty lap was the perfect place for him to be. For both Ernie and Max, literally one day they were fine and the next they were very sick. And unfortunately, by the time we knew they were sick, it was too late. We lost them both to cancer, within 6 weeks of each other. Max was only 8 and we'd had him for 2 years, Ernie was 5 and we'd had him for one year.

So we lost 3 dogs within a year. And as painful as it was, every day I look up at their photos above my desk and I’m glad I was able to be a part of their time on earth and give them a loving home. I’m glad they are no longer in pain. We had a stone engraved in their memory, which sits in our flower garden. And I know that one day, I will see them again at the Rainbow Bridge.

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~

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

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.

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.

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.

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