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THEN YOU CROSS RAINBOW BRIDGE TOGETHER.

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

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 her care.
 
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 well.
 
Maggie, fly free precious girl.  Your life in freedom was short, but the love that surrounded you was huge. 
 

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 her.

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 view it.

Deeply sadden, Bonnie (her forever mommy)
 

Hi 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 week.

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


www.PuppyMillRescue.com
"One Dog & One Day At A Time"

Chloe

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 leave me.

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 southwestern
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 Bostie
babies.
He was loved and spoiled for all the yrs we were lucky enough to have
him in our lives. In his element
One would never have known he was handicapped. The other "kids" watched
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 best one
of all our kids. He never ceased
Be the first to meet and greet any arrival at the door and with his
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 her last
nite-nite kiss.
We can never thank you enough for allowing us to adopt this special
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 the bridge
and be forever with him once
And for all.

Thank you and keep up your wonderful yet difficult work.

Melanie Livermore

 

The story of Two tiny Yorkshire terriers.  Emmy and Holly, who lived in a puppy mill for 10 long years. Rescued  January 1994

It 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,
Mama Eileen

God called another Angel to fly home today

God called my borrowed Angel to fly home today
January 16th 2009 2:17 am  

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 tribute.  http://www.dogster.com/dogs/783450

 She acted 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.

We 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 well-deserved rest.

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.

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.   

Sad Eileen

 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 myself.

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.

Thanks
Sad Eileen
 

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!!
On 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 meet again

All my love,
 

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

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
members.

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 1st
Puppymillrescue dog and when he came to me I knew so little about mill dogs.
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 totally
disintegrated kneecap and the other partially. I thought I would not have
him for very long at all-little did I know I'd be blessed with 8 years of
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 and
had a chronic corneal ulcer as well. Wonderful supplements,
anti-inflammatory and other medications helped keep him going-he was 15
years old.

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. His
spirit remained intact. During the past several weeks, he was in a lot of
pain. Then his corneal ulcer started again and he was bleeding from his eye
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, right
now, the house seems so very empty. Here is a pic of Nipper in better days.
Again, thanks to all of you for your messages of condolence. They mean so
much. Hug and kiss your fur kids.

Jeannine. Nippers web page

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
Kathy Greene

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 trans-
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 friends 
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

Rusty

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 Bridge page.

Rusty 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. 

 He 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 again.

 Robin

Harley

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 popular boy. 

 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......

 Your momma

Honey Bear

My friends,

 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

Eileen and the Full house in Seneca Falls,NY 

I'm Still Here

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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