In Memory of sweet Jeremy
July 2001
6 months old.
Debra
Jensen. Just
know, that in his short life you we able to give him
love and compassion and experience his love and
compassion returned ten fold. You are in all our
thoughts and prayers.
When a pet dies, a cloud turns into an angel and flies
up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to the world and sings a
silent prayer that makes the rain cry. They are not
physically with us, but they never really go away.
Their spirits put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and
spin the earth.
Sometimes you can see them playing in a cloud during
the day-time, and wagging their little tail to let you
know they are watching over you.
They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and watch over us when we
sleep. And when you feel the wind blow, it is them,
nuzzling your ear and letting us know they love us.
They are never gone if they are in our heart.
-Theresa, "Ginger" & "Suki"(Jeremy's sister)
March 4, 2001
"Chipper"
March 4th 2001
"Chipper" lived 95% of his life in a wire cage
in a Puppymill.
Thank you, Nan, for your beautiful poem you wrote about him...this
sums up his life more than I ever could!
Kristin Roberson
RENANNE BAKER
Thu Mar 8, 2001 3:35 am
Subject: A Message for Kristin
I was a puppymill reject..
They were gonna put me down..
you couldn't see my beauty...cause my coat was filthy brown.
I didn't know the difference ...
in love or hate or pain...
I only knew the misery
of a millers dreadful chain.
I came to live in freedom...
I passed thru PMR,
I was chosen to love forever
My mom said I came so far.
I was old and worn and tired,
and I just could not hold on,
so I kissed my mom with wet licks,
so she'd know I'd learned to bond.
You see I loved her dearly,
and she loved me even more,
and I know that she'll miss me clearly,
as to heavens heights I soar.
But I want to leave this message,
Dear mom I love you so.
I'll be in heavens' window...
waiting for your time to go.
And when I hear your name called,
I'll leap and jump with joy,
for my mom is coming home now
to meet her Chipper Boy.
We'll meet the Lord together,
and we'll cuddle by the throne,
and you'll sing the heavenly praises
as I chew on heavenly bones.
Kristin took Chipper to her heart and home and gave him
6 wonderful months of love and care, we are so very grateful to her for
taking this little old man you can see in this picture the happiness
just shines in his eyes after being treated and loved.
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Your mommy will never forget you...thanks for six months of pure happiness...thanks for reminding how important the little things in life
are thanks for reminding me the power of a simple touch...how it can work
wonders...tanks for fight you gave against all odds...in the fight for happiness...I hope you enjoyed the last six months as much as I have having you with me and the furkids...and when my dad picks you up and hugs you...please give him a hug back from me...may you both help me overcome the sorrow...and may you both help me in continuing to the fight to help save the puppymill babies. Rest in peace...my sweet little Chipper...I love you, Sweetie!
Kristin Roberson
In
Loving Memory of BYRON
Missing
since June 2001
The
sad confused little eyes looked out at me from a tangled coat and grabbed
my heart from the first minute I saw Byron on the adoption pages. Then
when I met him I was instantly in love with the little ball of hair!
Even though he is gone I have never really lost hope that he is
living somewhere happily with a Mom who cares almost as much as I do. But
just in case I am wrong..... Play safely at the bridge sweet boy and know
that your Mommy loves you and will see you again some day.
Mommy
Pam
See
more pictures and read his story here
December 19, 2002
Maxwell
At least he had someone who loved him-but not for near long enough. I
hate the millers for what they did to that precious boy. He was a little
trooper.
Please remember him-he was an innocent angel.
Jeannine McCollum
October 2002
CRICKET
Being blind, old, and full of tumors was still
not enough to get her freedom from the life of hell in the mills.
She was in foster care for such a short time before the tumors that
ravaged her body took over and the decision was made to end her
suffering.
Rest in peace sweet one.
October 29, 2002
Trixie
Hello, my name is Jill Villars and I adopted a
pug from your wonderful group in 2000. Her name was Lucy, born
5-4-00. She has passed over the rainbow bridge today.
She got sick on the 18th, Friday, and we took her to ER that night when we
noticed that she had broke out in hives all over her body , then we saw
our vet Saturday morning.
They prescribed Keflex and Prednisone 3 times a day. She
subsequently went to the vet on Tuesday and Thursday of last week.
They did a skin biopsy on Thursday. The results aren't in yet from
the biopsy, but the vet performed an autopsy tonight and it indicated
liver disease and liver failure, and the vet indicates that the results
would indicate a metabolic process - our next step would have been
bloodwork.
She did not exhibit any signs or symptoms of a liver problem except final
exacerbation of the cutaneous problem.
We are so very saddened by losing her. She was so young and so
vibrant and a blessing in our lives, we are so fortunate to have had her
this long. We loved her very much - rather than Lucy, we called her Trixie
and Piggy (because she ate so much).
April 24, 2002.
My little Puppymill Rescue (Crouton)
passed away last night night April 24, 2002.
I adopted Crouton from
Puppymillrescue on 9/25/99. He had a very bad seizure. He will be missed
very much. Marybeth
Hawkins, Bacon Bit, Butter Cup, Tater Tot, Cricket,
Taylor Jordan, and Ozzie.
March 23, 2002
"LEVI"
I got to go to Heaven today,
not for a visit, but to stay and play!
I found there a mound of new mown hay,
soft and warm and fragrant as May.
I stood there a while just looking around ,
I wondered what kind of Treasure I'd found, a bone and a toy, and a bowl
of treats,
all appeared there, just at my feets.
I looked around for my mom, but alas....
the only thing there was a looking glass.
I peeked at the dog that was standing there,
he had soft golden curls,
just like MY hair.
He was smiling at me,
he had TWO blue eyes...
that were filled with a look
of complete surprise.
I saw no fear,
or felt no pain...
as I looked at him,
I heard my name.
LEVI... the voice said,
as I turned my head,
there beside me,
was a dog named Fred.
"I came to tell you
that someone here,
wants to see you and hold you
and calm all your fear.
As he led me away,
I followed his lead,
Not knowing where
or taking heed.
Soon I heard a soft low sound,
it seemed like it was all around.
The angels were smiling and calling my name,
as towards me a man
carrying a little lamb came.
He set the lamb down
and picked me up.
He wore a crown
and he filled my cup.
He explained that now
I was in Heaven with Hm,
no more pain and worries
and toenails to trim.
He laughed when he said
this last part to me,
Here in Heaven,
we give haircuts
for free.
He sent me to play,
and eat my fill,
and rest awhile,
before we climbed the hill.
He said we had
something to do,
"a soul at the Bridge
is waiting for you".
So away we went,
to a beautiful place,
called the Rainbow Bridge
lit by God's grace.
Gathered there,
along with the rest,
was a contingent of pups,
some of PMR's best.
I stopped to read
a list of names..
and found others
with whom I'd played games.
The pups that had lost
the battle of ills,
the ones that never
got out of the mills.
So I told them all,
of my mom and my life,
and the hated pain
that had cut like a knife.
I told them she had
to make a sacrafice,
but in doing so,
she was being nice.
Now we are waiting
for more to come home,
and run with us here,
o'er the soft warm loam.
Don't grieve for me mom,
I'm running free,
no more pain,
as with others
I tumble and flee.
I have two bright eyes,
and bones that don't hurt,
as I dig for the bines,
buried in dirt.
I 'll be there with you,
when you need a soft face,
and the comfort of God's
unending Grace.
Sleep well tonight,
knowing you did what was right,
and gaze on the star shining
oh so bright.
That star is my eyes,
looking down at you,
and if you look close,
you'll see I have two.
Forever yours,
LEVI
Poem written by Nan (Alias Ms. Magoo) Copyright.
March 2002
Winnie
I wasn't here too long,
in this home outside the mill,
but the time on earth I spent here,
my heart with love was filled.
I came here to this house,
and I learned that love was kind,
and I never was mistreated,
even when I didn't mind.
I suffered from an illness,
that a lot of mill dogs share,
and I was old an broken,
but my MOM didn't care.
I must tell her now,
that the happiest time I had on earth,
was when I came to live at her house,
many years after my birth.
The love I got from her,
was like none ever imagined.
It gave me peace and gladness,
and never was I saddened.
I liked to lick her face,
and give her kisses too,
and play with her at bedtime,
like most puppy doggies do.
I now am here in Heaven,
and gathered at the gate,
with all the other doggies,
who got out of the mills too late.
The love and warmth I have here,
is like I had at home,
but I am with the Master,
waiting in the evening gloam.
I know that you will come someday,
and I will meet you when you do,
but until that time I pray,
I will be watching over you.
Your Little Winnie Girl
Poem written by Nan (Alias Ms. Magoo) Copyright.
Patience Piltch.
When I awoke this morning my pretty precious
princess Patience Piltch was
laying beside me in body, but her spirit had gone to the bridge.
She was laying in her sleep/cuddle place with
both eyes closed, so I feel she left without pain for her, but not for us.
We were only blessed with Patience for 9 months as she was saved from the
mill at the age of 10. It is easy to see she was a special girl to have
made it so long under such horrid conditions.
Everyday she was here with us and before
that with her wonderful foster Mom, she grew and unfolded like
a flower.
I would not trade that 9 months for 90
years with another dog.
While here and at her foster mom's house she grew in the hair that was missing on
her nose from rubbing against the awful cage she was kept in.
Her hair grew long and silky and she
learned to tolerate (but not love) her weekly baths and
her brushings. We did cuddle time everyday and she was her dad's favorite
nose booper...she preferred Eskimo kisses to licks as she was a princess.
She went on a vacation, to parties, and was a
star of the internet with her adventures. She developed a princess-like
temper and woofed at me when her breakfast and dinner were not in her bowl
in time. She ran in the yard with her fursibs, and helped bark away the
elephants she saw attacking us with her brother Vader.
Her Pekie brothers are very sad tonight as
are we, they used to walk her in and out of the door.
Please honor Patience by pushing an adopt button for an older furkid...they
will repay you 1000 times in love for everything you do for them. I know.
Barbara and Howard Piltch
April 29, 2002
WAYLON
From the minute I pressed the "adopt" button, I
considered you my child. I dreamed of the days when we would take walks,
nap together, go to the beach, or cuddle on the couch and watch our
favorite movie. I looked forward to providing you the love, security,
warmth and comfort you so much deserved. I didn't have very long to get to
know you….only a few hours. I struggled to make the right decisions for
you, even though my heart was breaking. As I held you tight, stroking your
soft hair while you took your last breath, I hoped that you could sense my
love for you. My heart aches when I think of all the things we were never
able to share. Someday Waylon, we will meet at the Rainbow Bridge, and
spend eternity together doing all those things.
I Love You Waylon --- Rest In Peace
Carrie Cagata
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