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When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that
pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our
special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of
food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and
vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The
animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss
someone very special to them; who had to be left behind. They all run
and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks
into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green
grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been spotted,
and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in
joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon
your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once
more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but
never absent from your heart.
THEN YOU CROSS
RAINBOW BRIDGE TOGETHER.
With broken hearts, we wanted to let you know that we lost our
beloved Maxwell (Harry) on February 13th. We are having great difficulty
coping as Max was our child, not just our pet. We fell in love with this
little sweetheart at first sight at his foster home in Iowa. He was a
blessing from above and we were so lucky to have had him in our lives
all these years. We will always love you, Max. I hope there are
squirrels at the Rainbow Bridge for you to chase, little buddy! We will
see you again some day. Love, Mom and Dad
February 14th 2013
It is with a heavy heart I write this ...
This morning when I left for work she was good. Ate a great breakfast and was
active. But when I came home her spirit had flown on. She broke my heart on
Valentines Day. While I am happy she never really suffered...I miss her so much.
She was the most gentle of Jack Russells. A good, good girl with a heart of
I am thankful for the years we had, and happy ones they were.
Fly free and stay out of trouble till I meet you at the Rainbow Bridge....
To All those who loved Ashley,
Today is a very sad day in our hearts. Our sweet, sweet angel Ashley passed away
at 8:15 am this morning in my arms. She was the true embodiment of a survivor &
a fighter, overcoming her abusive past in the puppymills for the first 10 years
of her life and then fighting off splenic & liver cancer beyond what the vets
thought was even possible. We are so blessed to have had her in our lives for
the last 6.5 years and to have been the ones to show her true unconditional
love, freedom, and show her all the joys that life has to offer. We will be
forever grateful to those who rescued her from the bowels of puppy mill hell,
and allowed us to adopt this incredible soul and give her a wonderful, safe &
loving home and family. It was incredible to watch her magical transformation
over the years....from a scared, scarred little dog who was afraid of the
littlest of noises and never knew the feeling of a gentle touch to a confident,
joyous, beautiful animal whose heart and soul was warm, open & loving. She
learned a lot from her "big brother" Kirby and became such a cuddle bunny,
always looking for a good head rub and a safe warm place to lay down next to us.
She may have been the one rescued from a puppymill, but she was the one who
rescued us in return one-hundred fold. For as little as Ashley was, she was a
powerful dog who taught us so much about the largest lessons in life, love, &
forgiveness. Everyone who came in contact with her knew just how extra special
she was. She was a true gift, she was my "baby girl," and she will be missed
immensely by us all.
Rest in peace sweet angel mama, Ashy. We love you now and forever.
It is with a very sad and empty heart that I must let you all
know that on
October 23, 2012 my darling Abbi went to the rainbow bridge. She was almost 16
years old and needed to rest peacefully. I will always hold that little
sweetheart close in my heart. She was my angel and I miss her so very much!
Thank you all for giving me the most wonderful dog in the world! I treasure the
time ( almost 8 years ) that I had with her! She taught me what true love and
devotion was about!
Sheri Deming - Abbi's Forever Momma
Battina October 2012
link to Battinas Story
Battina had to leave us on October 13, 2012.....her kidneys were failing and she
was just not doing well at all. We could not let her suffer another day.
We adopted this precious angel PMR Memorial Day of 2000. She was the joy of our
lives! Doxies are adorable, funny loyal. I had never really knew one till we got
my Weenie!! Her markings were beautiful and photos never did justice. My husband
and I are still so devastated.............
Thank you PMR for this AMAZING piece to our lives!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chee Chee. September 2012
In November 2001 i adopted my
special little rescued Maltese, Mac. This will be the first
November i spend without my furbaby, as he is in Heaven now. i
am sad because i miss Mac's sweet kisses and his playful ways,
but i am so glad that i was blessed to own him for such a long
time and that he brought so much joy to my life!
Kajira and Mac (in Heaven)
Maxwell. September 2012
Maddy March 2012
Our little Maddy has flown on
ahead to be with the other furbabies that have left us far too
soon. Maddy was 16 years old, and a more stoic dog I have never
had the pleasure to know.
Maddy was a small Chi that was rescued about 7 years ago with
her buddy Victoria. They were joined at the hip for many years,
one never going anywhere without the other. I was fortunate
enough to have fostered them both.
I believe that Maddy had a wonderful life here with the other
dogs. She loved walking around the yard, and many a day she
would just lay in the sun. She loved her nylabones and was
always a pup that had one hanging from her mouth.
Never, ever was there a complaint from Maddy. She had her
troubles over the years. A slipped disk that she had to be on
pain meds for. She lost her eye about 4 years ago, and 2 years
ago was diagnosed with bladder cancer. The vet gave her 6
months, but she hung on for 2 years. Don't let anyone tell you
that a mill dog is not a survivor in every sense of the word.
She never got adopted, nor had any interest, to be honest with
you. Maddy wasn't one of the cute, puffy haired dogs that
catches someone's eye. But in our eyes she was a beauty.
Fly free Maddy....You can see and run now. Say hi to all the
furbabies that have gone on before us. We will meet again, that
I am sure of.
Here are some pictures of her enjoying the outside. These were
taken last June, 2011.
We love you now and forever.
Foster Mom to PMR Victoria, Madeline, CheeChee and Mozart
Foster Mom to Toby, Foxy Bella Rose, Viviana, Reine, Ivy, Danny
D, Leo and Little Red
Tiffany 12/07/2005 RIP my sweet angel
PMR Cricket 04/28/2006 RIP my heart and my soul forever
Maggie, 11/9/2006 RIP Mags, thank you for 13 years of laughter,
we love you
Sybil, 04/2008, your time on earth was short, but in my heart
you live on
William, RIP 12/22/2006, gone, but not forgotten - you are my
"Ralph", God Speed little one
Buttons, RIP 04/17/2007, our gentle giant, friend to all that
Angel, RIP 10/25/2008, you were the children's Christmas
"Angel", and our miracle..you were so loved!
Dogie, RIP 04/04/2009, you were our first rescue and a joy from
Teia, RIP 01/15/2010, my sweet angel on earth; I loved you more
than life itself
Spirit, RIP 12/07/2009, a survivor in every sense of the word,
and my hero
Merlin, RIP 06/10/2011, my perfect gentleman. I will miss you
always, until we meet again. I love you
PMR Angie, Dachshund - Survivor
1993 – 2012
Dignity, Forgiveness, Compassion, and Love.
With an aching heart and through tears, I am writing this to let
you know that Angie went to the Bridge. She lived almost 10
years in a puppy mill. She was my first puppy mill foster, which
I later adopted. Angie was a survivor in every way. She overcame
years of being breed in the mill, kept in a small enclosure.
When I first met her, she didn’t know about grass or the sky.
She certainly didn’t know human kindness.
She overcame a major surgery, a complete mastectomy down the
entire length on one side. Last year, at a ripe old age, she had
a dental and had most of her teeth removed. She recovered and
loved to eat her soft food. Angie developed a fast growing
cancer and was struggling to live. The drive to the vet’s office
was agonizingly painful for me. I didn’t want to say goodbye to
Angie had a heart of gold, compassion for all dogs that passed
through or stayed. When a new dog arrived, she immediately
welcomed them and they found acceptance and comfort with her.
She endured baby PMR Princess (8 yrs. old) climbing over her and
chewing her tail. Her patience was endless. This photo includes
PMR Princess and her mother PMR Liz.
Angie’s spirit remains in my home and with all the rescues here.
She is now pain free and running in the meadows with friends. We
love and miss you Angie.
Megan in 2008
Megan February 2012
Megan took her last breath in her daddy’s arms this morning
around 4 o’clock. She had trouble breathing off and on through
the night and was getting increasingly tired as the week went
on. Those daily trips to the vet sometimes seemed to help, but
at other times, they just seemed to take a toll on her. Even
last week, Megan was still going outside to explore the whole
backyard. On Tuesday, McKenna was in a bed shaped like a deep
bowl and Megan was sitting in a punkin bed in front of her.
McKenna usually chooses that bed when she wants a bed to herself
for a bit. An hour later, Megan had pushed her way into the
little bowl bed with McKenna and they were once again side by
side – just the way Megan liked it.
If you know Megan, then you know that she is perhaps the most
stubborn in our pack of stubborn Yorkies. Megan did things on
her own terms.
We miss her already, but she left a pattern of little Megan
footprints on our hearts that will never go away.
You earned those wings, Megan, so fly high now that you are
truly free. We love you.
Bullet AKA Archie -adopted 4/14/99
passed June 2011
I'm sorry to report that my little Yorkie Archie passed away
last night. I'll
miss my little shadow terribly. He was always by my side. I'm
sending some pics
of his 12 yrs with us. Never doubt the incredible gift that you
have given him &
us by saving him from the mill. Thank you & keep fighting for
those little souls who
cannot fight for themselves.
Sincerely, Winnie Braun & Family
Maggie May 2011
I got word from Carol, Easter, Maggie's foster mom, that
Maggie passed away Wednesday morning. Poor Carol, she loved
this little dog so. She caught my heart as well. She was
adopted by a wonderful person, Gael, about 3 years ago and has
had the life she should have had when she was born.
I am not sure if you remember, but Maggie was rescued and given
to another rescue. Because she had some dominance issues, they
wanted to her gone from their group. Carol fostered for that
group and wanted to continue to foster her but was told no. I
was the one that rescued her, so I was called. I reached out to
Puppymillrescue and long story short, Puppymillrescue took her
under their wing, Carol fostered her, and Maggie flourished in
Maggie did not have it easy when she was rescued as this group
boards their dogs for about 10 days. Unfortunately for Maggie,
she went into heat. So, this poor dog sat in a shelter for a
good month, I believe. When she went to Carol, she was in worse
shape, if that is possible, than when she was rescued.
Underweight, skin condition, bare spot on her nose from rubbing
the cage. You name it, Maggie had it.
Carol did so much for this little girl, not only medically, but
emotionally as well. She taught her to love and to trust, and
she readied her for her forever home. Gael came along and it
was love at first sight. It was only the two of them, Maggie
and Gael. That was all they needed. Maggie ruled the house and
enjoyed every day she was there.
Back in November of 2009, Carol was at grooming Maggie, and
noticed a large black spot on her stomach. Gael brought her to
the vet office and they did immediate surgery. She recovered
from this, but I believe in the end, the cancer is what took
her. Carol had been to last week, and Maggie could not sit
still, pacing, walking, getting up in the night. Obviously,
something was wrong.
Maggie was said to be 9 years old when rescued. But, honestly,
I believe she was much older than that 11 is more what I am
thinking. She came out with 2 other Bichons that day. Eileen
has Orphan Annie, and the other little girl did get adopted as
Maggie, fly free precious girl. Your life in freedom was short,
but the love that surrounded you was huge.
Abby March 30th 2011
It is with a
heavy heart and many tears that I write this. PMR Abigail is at
the Bridge tonight. Her brothers Billy and Scooby were waiting
to welcome her and introduce her to all her other PMR brothers
and sisters. Such sadness lately.
Abby has been dealing with congestive heart failure for over a
year now. On Monday she took a turn for the worse. I took her to
my vet and then to the U of PA. They tried to help her ailing
heart but it was not meant to be. At noon today we set her free.
Her struggle ended with me holding her and Doris sitting next to
Abby was such a precious, feisty little Chi. She was freed from
a Lancaster, PA puppy mill on June 16, 2007. She had a battle
with pyometria, rotten teeth, extremely thin skin, a chain
around her neck that was nearly embedded and had to be cut away.
She overcame many of her mill terrors but not all of them. She
was such a joy to have. She had an attitude that Tom and I both
loved so much. She will be sadly missed. She has taken a large
part of my heart with her but I wouldn't trade a minute of the
time I had with her. She was such a blessing.
Thank you all for your prayers and words of encouragement. I
sincerely appreciate your kindness. I have complied a video on
"You Tube" with pictures of her. I hope you all get a chance to
Deeply sadden, Bonnie (her forever mommy)
Bonnie and Cindy,
We wrote to you both with heavy hearts...we had to put Carlee
down today. As you know, she was diagnosed with advanced kidney
disease last year, first they diagnosed her with Cushings in
January of 2010, then kidney failure. We were able to maintain a
good quality of life for her for a number of months after the
diagnosis by changing her diet and giving her sub-q fluids every
other night (60 ml). About a month ago, we noticed her appetite
waining - still eating, but not as enthusiastically as usual.
About two weeks ago, we were making special meals for
her...anything that would entice her (rice, eggs, beef broth,
pumpkin, bread) - anything she would eat - that was working for
a week or so. This past week she was eating less and less, by
Friday, wasn't eating at all, so took her back to Red Bank
hoping they would have another trick up their sleeves to extend
her life, but no...they said there was nothing we could
do...just give her meds to help the nausea in hopes that that
would get her to eat - it didn't. She deteriorated very quickly
over the next 48 hours and we had no choice but to put her down.
This morning we had a wonderful vet and her tech come to our
home to put her down here. She wasn't scared, it was peaceful
and she didn't suffer. We think she would have been able to make
it a few more days, but they would have been miserable and she
would have suffered immensely with no solution to offer her. We
are having her cremated and will have her back by the end of the
We are officially heartbroken, but we want to convey our thanks
to both of you for bringing her into our lives. We love her more
than words can say..she was our baby. She was a blessing.
Thank you both,
Jenn and Larry
"One Dog & One Day At A Time"
June 22nd 2000 -
February 2nd 2011
They say ignorance is bliss. I was so ignorant
about the mills that I walked into a pet store one day in August
2000. There sat this tiny beautiful Yorkie girl in the back of a
cage behind two male Yorkies. Chloe had just got delivered from
MO to PA. I swear my heart skipped a beat when I laid eyes on
her. It was love at first sight. If one can love a dog like
that. I took her home with me. That very night the ordeal began.
The coughing and fevers. Many trips to the vet's office and
still the cough continued. One night while holding Chloe in an
upright position so she could sleep I jumped on the computer and
started searching the web to see if there was something I could
do for her ailments. There in big bright red letters appeared
the banner Puppymillrescue.com. This is where my journey began
with PMR and where I believe I was meant to be. Because of Chloe
I found a place I was needed . I had to get involved. I had to
help be a voice for all the animals like Chloe that had suffered
and are still suffering.
Chloe finally found relief after a trachea wash at the U of P
but for the next 10 years she would suffer from the afflictions
of bad breeding. Chloe had a Collapsing Trachea. At age five she
also got diagnosed with cancer. She survived surgery and
radiation. She was a true fighter. The next 5 years we were
inseparable. My life revolved around Chloe and my other pups. I
had also adopted Douglas and Janie the Yorkies though PMR and
along the way inherited a Chinese Crested Ozzy. Life was good.
Chloe and Douglas were buddies. Always playing, always happy
even though we had to keep her fairly calm with meds. I loved to
watch her play and she had the most amusing antics. She loved
toys. Oh how she loved her toys. I believe she had a wonderful
quality of life. I always told her I would never let her suffer.
In October 2010, Chloe began to get very tired. We took her to
the vet's and she got diagnosed with Autoimmune Hemolytic Anemia
(AIHA). She had an
emergency transfusion and was on prednisone and Atopica to
suppress her immune systems so her body did not destroy her red
blood cells. Slowly over the next four months she improved. I
prayed for more time with her. I was going to retire in December
and I wanted to spend time with her. Chloe got better. She was
acting and playing like a puppy. With all the Prednisone she
never even wheezed. January 28th we were scheduled for another
blood test to see if she was in remission from the Anemia. On
the way home from the vet's office Chloe started to get a little
agitated. At home she started to wheeze. At 5 am her breathing
started to get worse. I rushed her to the vet's office where
they gave her an injection which help quite her down and I took
her home. She rested but the next night the breathing got worse.
I rushed her back to the emergency room and this time they kept
her. They put her on oxygen. They started giving her meds for
the Anemia and breathing via injections because she no longer
wanted to eat and was vomiting occasionally. On Feb 1 st the
vet's called and said there seemed to be an improvement. She was
breathing out of oxygen but after an x-ray we found she had also
developed a hiatal hernia and it also showed she had a severe
intrathoracic tracheal collapse. We were also told she was in
remission of the AIHA. How ironic. How hard she had fought to
get this far. Winning another battle and I thought I had much
more time with her. I guess that sounds selfish, but I never wanted her to
On Feb 2nd we arranged with the vets to go and visit
Chloe. The meeting was to determine if we could take her home
and give her some quality of life and manage via meds. Chloe was
excited to see us. We visited for a bit but each time she even
took a few steps she would wheeze. I tried to convince myself I
could take her home. But in our hearts we knew this was not
quality of life. She would never survive at home. Any bit of
excitement or a bark could have made her trachea collapse fully
and she would smother to death.
I laid a blanket on the floor and asked Chloe to lay next to me
to go nighty night. She came immediately to my side and snuggled
so closely. It was like a piece of heaven to hold her next to me
again even though it was the last time. She flew away with the
angels. I held her for a while and I told her it was okay and
though I needed her I also knew she was so tired and had to go.
I told her how much I loved her and thanked her for loving me so
much. She had fought so hard. She is at peace and though my
heart is broken I would not for one second ever regret having
Chloe in my life. I thank God for the time I had with her, I
only wish it was more.
God Speed NuNu, Mommy will meet you at the Bridge someday. I
love you with all my heart and will miss you until we meet
again. Love Mommy Doris.
Our beloved little deaf-blind blue Merle
sheltie Wells Fargo died early
this morning of heart failure.
It was a little over 11yrs ago that I made a 3 day trek to
Missouri to pick up my special
Boy from one of your rescuers. He has spent the last 11 or so
yrs with us
in western NY state sharing
His life with myself, my partner and my 2 adopted kids. He has
had lots of
furfamily as well as we had
Adopted 2 rescued Boston Terriers in addition to our 2 original
He was loved and spoiled for all the yrs we were lucky enough to
him in our lives. In his element
One would never have known he was handicapped. The other "kids"
out for him and taught
Him how to get around us and get whatever it was he wanted.
All of our family and friends always told us that he was the
of all our kids. He never ceased
Be the first to meet and greet any arrival at the door and with
signature nose butt of your hand always
Found the love he craved.
We will miss him more than most as he always gave more than
most. He was
my constant shadow and
Foot blanket. For my 5yr old he was her morning wake-up call and
We can never thank you enough for allowing us to adopt this
little man. Even with his multiple
Handicaps they never once slowed him down or kept him from
living life to
its' fullest. We will forever miss
Him and look forward to the day we shall one by one meet him at
and be forever with him once
And for all.
Thank you and keep up your wonderful yet difficult work.
Eulogy ( Pdf)
The story of Two tiny Yorkshire
terriers. Emmy and Holly, who lived in a puppy mill for 10
long years. Rescued
is with a heavy heart I write this. Today I sent on my wee darling Red
Robin. Her time here was finished . I waited for a sign...and none
came:(( A sign from the Bridge Angels I mean. She had begun to whimper
and pace and fall...Dr Darby felt she was in end stage kidney disease
and there was nothing more to do... I could never let her suffer so
off we went and she started her next journey. She is with Honey and all
the other Full House Angels. I imagine Honey is thrilled because she
has her best friend back..she can once again clean her face and cuddle
and play...I am smiling through my tears...as I know my sadness is just
mine. The joy at the bridge is immense. Red has straight legs and teeth
and a strong back..she is running so fast her Red fur is rippling...she
can finally be the dog she was never able to be. You see the millers
stole her youth and her health..but they never damaged her spirit or
heart. She was a wonderful companion who I will miss dearly....
Till we meet again my love,
Fawn a very very special little lady has gone to the bridge.
Jan 15, 2009 sometime just before 2pm my sweet
little girl flew to the Rainbow Bridge. I am crying to hard to see
clearly to type much right now, but when I am stronger I WILL write her
It is with a broken heart
that I wanted to let you know that we lost our precious Carrie this
perfectly normal yesterday..doing what she always did..especially bark
at anything that moved outside. She had this cute little tongue that was
a little longer than normal and she would wiggle it around so I thought
that is what she was doing in her bed..I bent down to pick her up and
she went limp in my arms...I gave her CPR and got her beathing again...
after a short time she started acting normal again....she got a
drink,.and wanted her nutri-cal. Before I could get her to the vet she
laid down by me and took her last breath.. We are not sure what happend
but our vet thinks her heart just gave out. When Elaine rescued her she
was such a scared frightened little girl who would sit in the corner and
shake and cowered, but with lots of love and care she blossomed into
this beautiful little Princess. She had these short little legs but
loved to run in the backyard with her brothers and sisters, if she got
behind she would grab onto her brother Ty's tail and hang on. She
learned to do so many things and was such a happy little girl...I just
can't seem to stop the tears, I can't believe she is gone. I know I am
rambling on but Jean it hurts so very much.
I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for rescuing her
and letting us adopt her..She was my 'best bud'.. she gave me
uncondional love..and a part of my heart went with her. I will love her
forever...and she will never be forgotten.
I really want to say 'thank you' to all of you who give so much of
yourselves to rescue and care for these precious helpless little one.
You are all special angels here on earth.
May God bless you and all of your rescuers.
Marilyn H, Carries forever mommy.
adopted Carrie Ann a few years back and renamed her Haley. She
was resilient and loved to chase the squirrels in the backyard. It
was great seeing her come out of her shell and she loved to be petted
while lying in bed watching T.V. Her brother Harley was her sidekick
and she would always snuggle with her other brother Hayden who had
been battling bladder cancer (but is home and on his way to a speedy
recovery). It is with great sadness that I let you know she passed
on Tuesday November 18, 2008. She was given a grim diagnosis the
previous day and was given 3 months at most to live. We had no idea
that she had been battling this cancerous growth in her spleen. In
the best interest of health and well being and a second opinion from
our Veterinary Clinic I had her euthanized. This was the most
painful decision I have ever had to make in my life and we miss her
dearly. Christine and family.
On Monday October 6, 2008 the Rainbow Bridge welcomed another angel
home. Frannie Mae Stevens was helped to the Bridge by her heart-broken
Mom and Dad. We both held her, kissing her and telling her how much we
loved her until she took her final breath. There wasn't a day, not a
single day that she wasn't loved and cherished. She was perfect in every
way and no other dog was ever loved more.
Frannie was deaf, almost blind, and her little back curved from
vertebrae fusing together. She was also becoming more and more confused
and would get stuck in a corner or lost in the yard. We know that her
heart was willing, but her little body could no longer muster the
strength to fight. In the end she had stopped eating and drinking and
her medication no longer helped to ease her discomfort. She was
whimpering constantly and we knew we had to end her suffering. She made
our family complete and now we're all a little lost without her.
It was fitting that on the day that Frannie left us it rained for the
first time in over two months...I choose to think of it as the Angels in
Heaven mourning our loss. Later that day the sun came back out, stronger
than ever. That, I believe, was a multitude of those who had crossed the
Bridge before, smiling and welcoming our little girl home...home for a
Thank you PMR for rescuing this special little girl and a special thank
you to Linda and Dick Landers for loving her as one of their own until
she came to her forever home.
Rest in peace darling Angel, you will never be forgotten.
Heidi Marie heads to the
Rainbow Bridge . July 2008
I received an e-mail today that
all foster moms dread. Heidi had become ill, was diagnosed
with kidney failure and diabetes. Medical care was sought
and seemed to help for a short while..but she rapidly got
worse. It was with a heavy heart her adoptive family made
the dreaded decision to send her on.
My heart is breaking for Sandra
and Susan Edinger, Heidi's family. Also for her best little
buddy Missy Belle who is now without her beloved friend. And
of course for Jacki I and myself who were her foster moms.
She was a gentle and loving little senior. She was
frightened and shy but did eventually learn to trust. Her
life was so hard..she had many years were she lived in total
fear...but at least she found kindness and love. It breaks
my heart it was for such a short time.... and I am so
sad I didn't get to tell her how often I thought of her and
loved her still..if from afar...
Foster mom Eileen Franco
Angie Mae. August 07, 2008
It is with a heavy heart I am writing this . As you
all know Angie Mae was diagnosed with cancer and had radical surgery in
April. It had already spread to the lymph glands and was a very
aggressive cancer. It continued to rapidly move through her little Min
Pin body and soon it was in her lungs.
The last week has been especially difficult. I have seen an increase in
seizures, appetite was bad and then good and then bad..just not her
normal. She was walking funny and started to cry when I picked her up
yesterday. Yesterday her breathing became more labored and that is when
I went to Dr Darby's and the decision was made. I brought her this
am....she is now running and laughing with Precious Porkchop and Hyper
Spiker . Healthy and whole for the first time in her life.
This little girl has suffered so at the hands of the millers. She has
had life long issues because of their greed. Yet she has never
complained or even whimpered with all she has gone through. Until
yesterday. It killed me..because I know what she must be feeling to cry.
Early this morning I kept going to the porch railing hoping for another
"Birdie" message. There was none. I went to the Vets and kept praying
for something, still nothing and soon the Rainbow Bridge welcomed
another home. I drove her to the Crematory 45 minutes from here. When I
left and got in my car I was so upset I had to sit and cry for a bit. I
was grabbing for my Kleenex and when I looked up there were 3 little
sparrows on the Crematory building. They stayed together for some time.
I was shocked. Then they came down and landed right next to the car and
proceeded to play in some dirt. Wiggling and flapping and talking to
each other...then off they went, still together till they were out of
sight. Was it really the 3 Min PIns reunited and joyous ?? I have no way
of knowing...but through my tears a tiny smile came into my heart.
The reunion at the bridge was very special. It is not always that a mere
human is gifted with 3 angels all at once. I know how very lucky I was.
I can't help but wonder what their next "mission" will be.....
I will have to really think about this as it has been a life altering
event for me...and a great sadness.
Thank you (Dad?) for allowing the little sparrow to visit. While the
message was not what I wanted. The 3 Birdies also were a gift and I am
thankful. It has been comforting to have the connect between what has
gone on to the Rainbow Bridge and what still is here.
Precious Porkchop is an angel 7/30/2008
It is with a very sad heart I write this note. As many of you know
Precious Porkchop had been very ill this past week. Well she had started
to get worse again so I took her back in today to see Dr Darby. The bad
news was she was getting progressively sicker with just no hope of
recovery. She had started to bleed rectally right before we got to the
Vets. Her time with us was drawing to an end.
I was so hoping she would rally and would share another happy few years
with us here in the Full House but it was not to be. With Dr Darbys
guidance I made that awful heart wrentching decision to send her
skipping on ahead...I know Spiker met her as she headed to the bridge. I
really believe she was his mother..just by their actions. While I am
happy they are together again I can't help but be so sorry and sad for
She was a darling little Red Min Pin that had greyed in the face giving
her a little old lady look. The picture I attached was one day this
winter when we were headed out to the eye specialist in the city because
she has an eye problem. It showed her sweet face and for once she was
not covered in other bed buddies. Many of the pups liked to sleep with
her and she was never alone in a bed. And rarely alone in a picture
because of her popularity.
She came to me as a foster dog and I soon failed and adopted her. I also
adopted her 2 friends Hyper Spiker and Angie Mae. They all came to me
together as fosters that never left:)) Except now in the parade toward
the bridge. And sadly they are even doing that together..Angie Mae will
follow soon as she has terminal cancer.
God works in mysterious ways..he sent me these 3 little rascals and now
he is calling them home...one by one.
Please excuse the typo's my tears are blurring the keys...please say a
tiny prayer for all of us grieving this most "Precious" Porkchop.
Hyper Spiker June 12,2008
This picture is just so typical of all
the pictures I have of Hyper Spiker. He was always climbing and laying
on top of someone. I especially liked this picture because it was with
his 2 best girl friends, Precious Porkchop and Angie Mae as well as a
little buddy Smilin JJ who ran to the bridge last year due to cancer.
Hyper Spiker is the Red Min Pin...the one on top!!
June 12,2008 my darling boy started his next journey. He was only 10 1/2
and much to young:((
I am sure with his personality he is getting into all kinds of trouble
at the Rainbow Bridge. He was a pogo stick kind of boy. Always bouncing
about, and always happy. He was a sweet boy who liked all he met, pup or
human. He came to me with no teeth and his little tongue stuck out . He
had some health issues but nothing major so when he was playing one
minute and and running to the bridge the next it was a terrible shock. I
miss his funny little face and his sloppy kisses. I miss his pushing his
way through the others to say hi mama..I miss the way he could gut a toy
faster than the dogs with teeth. He was a maniac and a clown rolled into
one. He was a screamer and he had the pitch that would curl your
hair..and he screamed easily and often. It is to quiet now...He slept
under the covers and had a certain spot...he wiggled in no matter who
had that spot..it was his after all. It is empty now just like the hole
in my heart.
Oh my sweet little boy, mama misses you something fierce...I can't
believe you are gone from me.
I know I will see you again, until them play and monkey around and have
a grand ole time..kiss your brothers and sisters for me and tell them
Mama still misses them too.
I will continue to fight the fight to stop the mills..for so many of you
have died needlessly and far to early....
Hugs and kisses and much love to you my little pogo stick...until we
All my love,
March 18, 2008
Our darling princess, Meiling, has passed over to Rainbow
Bridge. She is a Chinese Crested who came to us by Puppymill Rescue in
as “Bunny” and arrived in the cab of a lady truck-driver who met us on
road as she came through our area. Meiling was so timid and shy and when
brought her home, she seemed unsure of how to behave outside a cage. Our
two other dogs, Bambi and Dalton, quickly welcomed her and showed her
ways of our household and she immediately responded with obvious delight
appreciation. From then on, she had her place in our home and our
She left us far too soon, for she was only about 11 or 12, but
her early years at the Puppymill took a toll. She had a heart murmur and
contracted mammary cancer and managed to overcome those for years with
courage and goodness. In the end, it was just too much and she had to
us. We are grief-stricken at her loss and can only hope that we will be
together again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our Meiling waiting for us will be
For now, we can only love her and honor her and thank her for
being with us for the too-brief time she was here. While she waits, she
Dalton for company and we know that she is safe and warm, enjoying
butter snacks with soft pillows and a fuzzy blanket, and no loud noises.
“Heaven is where all the dogs you’ve ever loved come to greet
you.” Momand Dad (Meryl and Michael Kirschner)
PMR's Sugar Cookie
(formerly Lucy) unexpectedly went to the Bridge this morning. I am so
devastated right now but briefly she went into acute renal failure. Her
poor little body couldn't make it thru this. As so many of the mill dogs
are such fighters, so was Cookie.
I got her June 16, 2002.
My first words were "she's exactly what I wanted." I reminded her of
that this morning. I told her if she needed to go to Amy (PMR Yorkie),it
was okay. Amy is at Rainbow Bridge and greeted her little Maltese sis,
I'm sure.Yesterday she was dancing and barking for me. Her usual self. I
just wanted you to know Cookie is visiting all the other Angels. Iva
My precious Nipper
I thank you all for
your beautiful messages of love and hope. I am thankful
for people who know how it feels to lose animals that are beloved family
Losing my precious
Nipper is devastating. I adopted him at age 7
years old back in 2000. His sad little face touched my heart. He was my
Puppymillrescue dog and when he came to me I knew so little about mill
One week after I adopted him he needed a major surgery (FHO) and at that
time we found out he had a multitude of skeletal problems-one almost
disintegrated kneecap and the other partially. I thought I would not
him for very long at all-little did I know I'd be blessed with 8 years
love from this beautiful boy.
During this last couple
of years Nipper grew deaf, blind, and had spinal
stenosis as well as fused areas of his spine. He developed liver disease
had a chronic corneal ulcer as well. Wonderful supplements,
anti-inflammatory and other medications helped keep him going-he was 15
His doctors couldn't
figure out how he still was able to walk. Seeing his
legs bent as they were, surprised others, but we were just used to him.
spirit remained intact. During the past several weeks, he was in a lot
pain. Then his corneal ulcer started again and he was bleeding from his
as well. we used several medications but were unable to get it under
control. On Friday I felt he'd had enough. My heart hurts and I miss him
terribly. Everything reminds me of him and even with my other dogs,
now, the house seems so very empty. Here is a pic of Nipper in better
Again, thanks to all of you for your messages of condolence. They mean
much. Hug and kiss your fur kids.
Nippers web page
In Memory of
had a very rare embryonic defect and
there is no known treatment
Anna is sadly missed. Here is her story: born in a
Puppymill July 2, 1995 died in her forever home June 30, 2007
It is with a heavy
heart that I write to you about Anna's passing. I adopted her in
July of 2001 at the age of six. She had a lot of issues from being
in the mill but I loved her just the same. She was a great little
girl and her eyes were the window of her soul.
She had developed a tumor in her intestines and it was malignant and
had spread. I was with her at the end. I want to thank Jacki for
being her foster mom and loving her and also to Jean and the great
work that she does. Thanks to all that help in puppymill rescue who
help these little dogs have a chance at the good life.
Again thank you
Della (formerly known as Babs) passed on February 1 2007
Della came into our
lives on November 4, 1999 and brought more love,
compassion, joy and laughter than we ever could have imagined. She
was thought to be between 10-13 years old when we adopted her but as
each year went by, she seemed to get younger and younger. She saw me
through three very long years of law school, pulling all-nighters
with me without a peep of complaint. She made at least a dozen
Atlantic flights accompanying her dad to his new team with the start
of each hockey season. She was a perfect traveler every time. After
being freed from her prison in Missouri, she became quite the
globetrotter living in NYC, Paris, Frankfurt, and Italy, adapting to
each new city with such ease and grace. We made dozens of new
simply because she was by our side and everyone wanted to know her.
Della's WEB PAGE
It is with a heavy heart that I inform you of the passing
of our precious Shotsky. She was 10 years old when we adopted her
from PMR, and we had six tremendous years with her. She developed
mammary tumors, which we had operated on. Later, the cancer came
back and went into her lungs. She was with us to the end, and is
now buried out in the yard that she loved and enjoyed so much.
In Shotsky's name, I would like to take this opportunity to encourage
people to adopt the older dogs. We did, and enjoyed every minute
we had with her. Elaine Richardson, Las Vegas, Nevada
September 3, 2006
Rusty was not a PMR
dog, but he belonged to Robin's son Chris and we at PMR would like to
pay respects to Rusty, Robin and Chris by placing Rusty on our Rainbow
belonged to my son, Chris. He was a 14 year old temperamental
Chihuahua. We rescued Rusty from the Humane Society where he was
classified as a biter. They figured that he was a mill escapee
that had been on his own for quite awhile. His coat looked as
though it was moth eaten when we got him about 9 1/2 years ago.
Rusty had claustrophobia and would bite if he was crated in anything but
a large crate. Chris told us that no one would ever
understand him like he did, so he never let. He and Chris had a
bond that did not end with Chris's death. Rusty could tell when
Chris was near and you could tell it in his behavior and actions.
Rusty was diagnosed with a grade 5 heart murmur almost two years ago.
He was not symptomatic until about 6 months ago when he was placed on
heart meds. Two weeks ago we were told that he was in end stage
when he started having breathing problems. They said his heart was
enlarging and it would eventually enlarge too big for the chest and not
be able to beat. Last night after eating, taking his meds, he was
acting cute and wanted held. He was having his now normal
breathing issues. As he was in my arms, he suddenly, quietly, and
quickly passed over the rainbow bridge.
no longer has any problems breathing and he can run like the wind.
And best of all, he is now with his best friend and pal, my son, Chris.
We miss them both terribly but are at peace that they are now together
August 28, 2006
Harley came to me as a foster just two short years ago. But in
those two years he worked his way into my heart as if he had been here
forever. He was so frightened he wouldn't come out from behind the
furniture for months. Then, suddenly, he gave me a little kiss on
the cheek and I knew he was here to stay. So, he adopted me. We
were absolutely devoted to one another. He was my "baby boy" and I
was "his momma". He started to become braver by the day. He
no longer poohed out of fear whenever he went to the veterinarian or
when someone came to the house. He protected his house and his
momma because he thought he was as big as his heart was.
Every one fell in love with little Harley. After all, he was
beautiful, shy and yet had a twinkle in his eye. He even won the
heart of an artist who painted a large portrait of him because she
wanted him to become as brave as his portrait was large. He was
invited to her gallery opening and was known by everyone as "The Famous
Harley". He had his photo taken by many guests. What a
He was there for me when
my husband and I separated, making a difficult time much easier to get
through. I absolutely adored this little boy.
Then, two months ago, Harley started vomiting and had diarrhea.
When it didn't clear up within a day or two, I took him into the
veterinarian. He was given blood tests and it was thought he had
some kind of infection going on. He was given antibiotics and sent
home. He didn't seem to get any better, so back we went.
Blood tests showed his white blood cells were elevated and the red were
really low. More medications were given, steroids, stomach meds,
and special food. Still, no improvement. Things were getting
worse and a rush trip to the vets twice a week or more was not
uncommon. We did more tests, more blood, and more meds. This went on
for weeks and I could see him getting weaker. I took him to
specialists down state who gave our local vet some options of what could
be wrong. More tests...more meds...He even was admitted to the
animal hospital for three days and put on IV's. I visited him
every day at my lunch hour and after work. He was released to my care
since he responded so well to me. I was force feeding him every
hour, hoping to keep some nourishment in him. But, the diarrhea
was getting worse. His breathing became labored, so another rush
trip to the vet’s office. It was then believed he had a
malabsorption disease which he had probably had all his life and had
finally reached it's peak. Nothing was saving my baby boy. I
took him home with more meds and again force fed him every hour.
He could barely walk now.
On August 28th I had to
take my baby boy into the vets and make the ultimate decision needed to
bring peace to the love of my life. I have never felt such pain in
my heart. The vet even cried for poor Harley. Harley is at
peace now and is in a special spot here with me. I know he is
running strong and healthy now and will never be afraid again.
There will never, ever be another Harley, but I know he would want me to
help other frightened little dogs become brave and as loved as he was.
So, my baby boy, Momma will carry on in your honor. I will
spread the word to adopt a dog in need, for they will love you with all
their hearts, just as you did, my dearest Harley. And I will love you
for ever and ever and ever......
August 12, 2006
I can almost not type this..it is so
painful... But I know we all grieve when there is a passing of one of
our babies so I wanted to share with all of you..as I know we all cry
together...My darling Baby Girl, Honey Bear, died today. She was great
all day..I was home till about 5pm when I went to the shelter to
help paint the cat room. I came home at 7:30 and when I went to let
everyone out, she didn't come, so I went back in to get her..she was a
spoiled baby and I often had to insist she go out..but I went to
get her from the bed she was on and she didn't smile at
me...something was wrong... to my horror she was dead...my sweet girl
had gone to the bridge with out me. I have no idea except it was
her time. I tried CPR but it was just to late..:((
She had just been groomed this week and
she was so pretty I bought her a new pink bed, which she hated. That was
so Honey Bearish...My heart is breaking and I am at a loss how to fix
it...she was 9 1/2..much to young to go...she was my first PMR
adoption...She just went asleep and didn't wake up. What I have
always said I wanted for my babies..but I don't want it now!!
Thank you Cindy and Les for listening
to me cry..I am just to upset to talk right now...I appreciate everyones
prayers for Honey Bear and for me..I need them...
Eileen and the Full house in Seneca
Friend, please don't mourn for me
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I'll never wander out of your sight-
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach-
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.
I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, friend, I'm everyplace!
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