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June 10, 2006

Beauty

This is the email I never wanted to write--the one that I somehow hoped would never have to be written. Yesterday at around 10:00 am Beauty Boouber Dog left her old, broken body and flew free to The Bridge. Her sister Kelly was there waiting for her, as were all the babies she had in her 9 years in the mill that never made it out.

Beauty was a survivor in every sense of the word. She went through so much in the past year and a half--but she never complained and she fought hard to try to overcome the toll that 9 years in hell had caused. Her spunk and determination kept her going this long. About 2 months ago, we began to see that her fight was waning, she was getting tired. Her lungs, heart, and liver were all unwell. When she went into kidney failure from all the meds needed to keep her other organs going, I knew time was not on her side.

Beauty taught me so much in the 4 yrs and 10 months she had with us. She taught me not to sweat the small stuff--no matter what life throws at you, there is always someone else enduring even more. She taught me to "live my life with arms wide open" and keep going when you really don't want to. I owe my Boouber Dog so much.

I want to thank PMR for saving this precious girl. If not for rescue, Beauty would have died years ago--gasping for air in a filthy cage. Instead she left this world peacefully and in her mom's loving arms.

I don't know when my tears will stop, but no matter how many I shed, that won't be enough to show the emptiness I feel from this loss. My heart aches and my arms feel so empty. Feeding time is almost unbearable because I had been hand feeding her the last couple of months. I miss holding her and cuddling her. Beauty's Yorkie sisters miss her, especially Bailee, who is restless and seems to be obsessed with searching for her.

I have attached a few pictures from when Beauty first came to me. She was afraid of us in the hotel room on her trip home so she slept on the nightstand. She soon realized we were ok though. And 2 pics from a puppy mill march in Harrisburg back in 2002.

So, run free my Boouber Dog, you are whole and healthy. You were loved so very much--and we miss you.

Penny Ellis~~PA
PMR Foster Home/Application Processor/VetCare Team
Proud mom to PMR's Beauty, Abby, Miss Peach,and Bailee!

Angel, Logan, Matilda (aka Nellie Olsen), and The Kittie Gang

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At The Bridge: Kelly-my heart and soul, Jacob, and kitties Sheila, Byron, Timothy, Baby Zak, and Edward Scissorhands--Until we meet again...

May 26, 2006

GiGi

I am so sorry to have to tell you GiGi passed away Friday May 26th 2006 from heart and kidney failure. I am having such a hard time dealing with this, we loved her so much. We had her at the vet just a few weeks ago with her fur sisters and the vet said everything seemed to be ok..GiGi had lost a few pounds, (which she needed to) and we did a fasting blood sugar on her because were thought she may have diabetes because of the amount of water she was drinking, but it came back fine.

On Thursday night she wasn't eating or drinking and was not her lazy self, and we were getting very worried, we called the vet on call and he said she was far to young to be in any real distress, that she probably ate something that didn't agree with her. We gave her pepto bismal and pedialight as he instructed, but she couldn't keep it down. So I held her and rocked her gave her a sponge bath and put her to bed for the night. In the morning her breathing was very labored, we call the vet first thing and my husband took her to the vet to run tests...they did some blood work and were waiting on the results but she passed on before they got them back. I wasn't there to hold her and I will never forgive myself for leaving her alone to die. I never knew......I can't stand it....why when a living creature that has endured so much pain in the past has had to only have a few short years of freedom...it is not fair......I can't stop crying..all I see is her eyes looking at me asking why she hurts...mommy please fix me.....

I am so thankful she was in our lives, she brought me so much love and I hope she finally realized that not all humans are mean and greedy, she was our princess...and now she is gone. The corner of the bed she slept on the other animals did not lay last night, they knew that was GiGis...she wasn't there moving my hand this morning to be petted before she went outdoors to potty. I know it will get easier, it just has to, but today I am so lost and I hurt so much. I know she is in a better place, no pain, no mean miller and she is waiting for me, but I wasn't ready to have her leave yet.

GiGi's forever mommy and daddy

Nancy and Bill Huyten

fur sisters Katie, Lilly and Maysha

May 14, 2006

Daisy

Hi Everyone

It is with the heaviest of hearts that I have to tell you that Daisy went to the Bridge last night. Her little heart just finally gave out. I can tell you I would have sold my soul for her. The specialist at the hospital did everything to try and revive her but she just slipped into peace. I want to thank you for this borrowed Angel, I have never met a more sweet and pure soul. She touched everyone that came in contact with her, tears are flowing through my entire neighborhood. I will tell Daisy's story every chance I get to try and bring to light the suffering that goes on behind those trailers in the middle of nowhere and behind those barn doors. I truly hope I did enough to make the last stage of her life the best any pupper could ask for, and she finally had her dental she was for once in her life pain-free and romped and frolicked like she should have her whole life. I wish I could go on and on about her but my heart is broken and I can no longer make out what I am typing through my tears. But I want to thank PMR and SBRofSC for rescuing Daisy- I just wanted to fix her and I couldn't.

Susan M Huber

May 5, 2005

Lady

I don't know how to tell you this, so I just will. We had to help our PMR Lady to the Bridge this weekend. Her focal seizures had begun to escalate, until they were about 2 an hour. Her meds were not working any longer, and she had become increasingly aggressive to Cinnamon, our blind 15 year old yorkie. She would go to Cinnamon's bed and just jump on her for no reason. Things reached a breaking point in the middle of the night. Luckily Cinnamon was not hurt, but Lady began to go after Lilli as well. Lady could not be crated and with her seizures getting so much worse-----

As hard as the decision was, her quality of life had gone down so much with the seizures. She had never been aggressive at all until recently and it was escalating . I couldn't take a chance of her hurting anyone.

She was our first PMR mill girl. We adopted her September 1, 2001. She was about 8 years old and pregnant when she was released. She had two puppies that were placed in wonderful homes by PMR. She was at least 13 years old when she died. Because of her, I have helped in rescuing most of the ones from the mills in Texas and Oklahoma that PMR has taken into their loving arms.

She just never got over the horrors of the mill. Rest in peace Lady, you've earned it.

Jan Smith

April 29, 2006

Cricket

This has got to be the hardest post I have ever had to write. It is with a very heavy heart that I write this today. Cricket died last night of pancreatic problems, from what the vet tells me. She had a thick lining of the wall and of the small intestinal wall. She started bleeding in that area, and it progressed quickly to other parts of her body failing, and then bleeding throughout. He said that this was something she probably had for a long time. It could be that it reached a specific point and then the complications started, or she had a bacterial infection, or an allergy that took over. Could have been cancer, genetic. He doesn't know for sure but said there was nothing anyone could have done. It just happened so fast, within 15 minutes and she was gone.

I am not a good writer at all like Cindy and Eileen and Pat and the rest of you. All I can say is that I loved her more than life itself and it hurts so bad not to see her little face peaking at me from the many beds she loved to hop in. Cricket was my soul and my heart and they have now been torn out. I miss her more than any words can say.

I miss that little Cricket lopsided smile she had because of her only having two teeth. Her lip would get caught on one side all the time. She looked so cute when that happened. Cricket was a little pistol. She always had to know what was going on. She would scurry across the floor to see what pup was in trouble, then sit back and enjoy the show, because she knew that she never did anything wrong and mommy would never tell her she was a bad girl. But thing is, she wasn't. She was the best little girl a mommy could have. That little tail, like a flag her Daddy said, would flop when she ran outside. And she would wag it a mile a minute. And every night we had to sit in the chair on her pink fur blanket and play and play, She loved her belly rubbed. She would fly into any bed that was near. Even landed on poor Maggie a couple of times, She didn't care. She wanted that bed. I think what I miss most are the Cricket hugs. She actually would put her arms around my neck and let me hug and hug her. She nestled her head in my neck and just stayed there. I have never had a dog do that. She was so special and so priceless and to give her more time, I would give her my life in a second. She so deserved that from where she came from.

I only had her four (4) months. It is very unfair that she couldn't have been here longer. We didn't have enough time to enjoy the yard and the sunshine. She was finally get used to the yard. Actually, walked around it now. I used to walk in front of her and she would follow me, just so she knew that it was safe. Makes me very angry that she left me and Chris so soon. But it won't bring her back, as much as I want her back.

Mommy loves you Cricket Picket. I know that you are free and playing with the other PMR pups at the bridge now. Someday mommy will join you, and we will be together again.

Love you always,

Mommy and Daddy

April, 18, 2006

Pancho

It is with a heavy heart that I have to tell of the passing of Pancho. He has lost his battle with his seizures, stroke, and neurological damage from the years in the mill. He will be buried next to his friend, Luke, in my backyard. He will be so missed; especially in bed at night there will be no one to wrap around my neck. Love to all, Janis Jastrebski PMR Cooper, Blackjack, PMR Pancho at Rainbow Bridge , Luke at Rainbow Bridge, Zorin, Olivia, Martine', Chrisa & Merlin, Elliott No stopping until they are all free

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