|At The Bridge Waiting For Us
This is Titus. He was at least 15 years old when we adopted him from Shih-Tzu and Furbaby Rescue in March 2004. He
looked just like an Ewok. Even his doctor, the first time he laid eyes on Titus, said, "You got an Ewok!". Titus was the
sweetest and most loving little boy. He slept between my and my husband's pillows at night. He lay on my chest when I
was watching TV or working on the computer. He so quickly and softly snuggled into my heart. He became my "Snuggle
Bear". Titus was mostly blind and completely deaf, but he learned some important phrases in gestures and sign, like "I love
you" and "Good boy!". We discovered in June that Titus had a stage 5 heart murmur and a large mass near his kidney that
was from being kicked earlier in his life. He also had enlarged lymph nodes but needle aspirations revealed no malignancy. He
was checked regularly, but with his age and heart condition, we did not want to subject him to surgery. In October, Titus
began to throw up and seemed to feel badly. An ultrasound revealed another problem in his abdomen which was thought
to be a hernia. With the symptoms he had, surgery was his only chance. Titus came through the surgery great. He was
carried around the hospital by the doctor the next morning because he did not like being left in his little cage in ICU. A vet
student was assigned to sit beside Titus 24/7 when his doctor could not be with him. Titus went to sleep, but after a few
minutes his student noticed that he wasn't breathing. My Titus had gone to the Bridge. They tried CPR and all possible
heroic measures to save him, but he could not come back to us. The pathology revealed that the new mass was
lymphoma, so the Lord took my sweet Snuggle Bear to Heaven before the suffering started. My Titus will always be in my
heart, and he will always be my "Snuggle Bear". He can see and hear, and he's pain free in Heaven, waiting on us. We love
you, Titus!!! I will miss you until I'm with you forever, Titusman.....
My Scooby. Our Scooby. He was our "Scoob Man". Scooby was found tied in front of an animal shelter in Passaic, NJ one
morning in July of 2004. He was very feeble, had little hair on his body and long skinny tail, had an ugly tumor on his little
bottom, and weighed only 4.5 pounds. By most measures, Scooby was almost dead, and in most shelters probably would
have been killed upon arrival, but thankfully the shelter personnel had a loving heart and placed Scooby on Petfinder. I fell in
love with that face the minute I saw him. I was in YTRN and we had a member in Delaware who was able to get him from
the shelter and keep him until we were in Richmond, VA in August, visiting Tim's family. We met Scooby in Baltimore to
bring him home with us. He had already put on weight, but the first thing my husband said after taking him from the lady
who brought him to Baltimore was, "He's real fragile, B". We brought him back to Alabama where his problems could be
treated for much less than the cost in the East. His perianal tumor was benign, and he began to really enjoy life.
Pixie came to me from a back yard breeder, all she knew of life
was living in a little dog carrier with her mate and having litter
after litter. Her last litter there were 6 puppies, alot for a 3 lb.
yorkie, she lost them all. So the owner decided she had to go,
lucky me she came to us. She was my heart for seven years.
Pixie was misdiagnosed with heart disease, but it was a
collasping trachea, but being on heart medication for 2 year did
a number on her kidneys. I still think of Pixie every day and we
miss her greatly. We will always love you Pixie.
Mom and Dad
Bleu came to live with us when she was 3 months old. Her name was VanDamme Lady Bleu. She was a registered
Keeshond, and she was a gorgeous little dynamo!! She ran like the wind and could jump the porch steps from a
huge distance as she came back into the house after her walks!! I called her "Air Bleu". She captured the hearts of
everyone she met. She attended many of my son's baseball games, and became the team mascot. Everyone loved
Bleu, and Bleu dearly loved her family. Bleu was our little girl for almost 12 years. One of her favorite things in life
was to lay at the open front door of our home where she could look out on her world every day.
In July 2003 her doctor found some trace blood in her urine during her biannual geriatric checkup. She had bladder
stones. In surgery for the stones, a large liver mass was discovered. The mass was benign, but the stones were
malignant. Bleu was placed on Peroxicam as a chem treatment for the cancer. Unfortunately, she also went into
kidney failure. With the help of the wonderful doctors at Mississippi State Vet College, we were able to give Bleu 9
months of good life before we had to let her go to the Bridge. All of her doctors loved Bleu just as much as we did.
They worked hard and guided us in giving her the treatments she needed to be with us and feel good for those
additional months. Her regular hometown doctor came to our home when the time came for us to help Bleu to the
Bridge. Our son, Jon, came home from college to be with her. We were all able to spend those last hours with her
and we all sat around her as she lay on her bed in the front doorway, her favorite place in her world. Dr. E came in
through the back door and sat down with all of us. Bleu was now too weak to move much. She raised her head
and looked at Dr. E then seemed to be content to lay her head back on his leg. He helped her slip peacefully to the
Bridge as we stroked her sweet body and talked softly to her, reassuring her that we loved her and would all be
together again soon. She is buried along with our sweet Scooby and Titus, and another baby, Jordan, in our
backyard, but she is playing and looking as beautiful as ever in the green fields of Heaven, no more in pain.
We love you Bleu!!! We'll be with you soon!!! Momma, Daddy, and Jon
TREAT ME KINDLY, MY BELOVED FRIEND, FOR NO HEART IN ALL
THE WORLD IS MORE GRATEFUL FOR KINDNESS THAN THE
LOVING HEART OF ME. SPEAK TO ME OFTEN, FOR YOUR VOICE IS
THE WORLD'S SWEETEST MUSIC, AS YOU MUST KNOW BY THE
FIERCE WAGGING OF MY TAIL WHEN YOUR FOOTSTEP FALLS
UPON MY WAITING EAR. PLEASE TAKE ME INSIDE WHEN IT IS COLD
AND WET, FOR I AM A DOMESTICATED ANIMAL, NO LONGER
ACCUSTOMED TO BITTER ELEMENTS. I ASK NO GREATER GLORY
THAN THE PRIVILEGE OF SITTING AT YOUR FEET BESIDE THE
HEARTH. KEEP MY PAN FILLED WITH FRESH WATER, FOR I
CANNOT TELL YOU WHEN I SUFFER THIRST. FEED ME CLEAN
FOOD THAT I MAY STAY WELL, TO ROMP AND PLAY AND DO YOUR
BIDDING, TO WALK BY YOUR SIDE, AND STAND READY, WILLING
AND ABLE TO PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE, SHOULD YOUR LIFE
BE IN DANGER. AND, MY FRIEND, WHEN I AM VERY OLD, AND I NO
LONGER ENJOY GOOD HEALTH, HEARING AND SIGHT, DO NOT
MAKE HEROIC EFFORTS TO KEEP ME GOING. I AM NOT HAVING
ANY FUN! PLEASE SEE THAT MY TRUSTING LIFE IS TAKEN GENTLY.
I SHALL LEAVE THIS EARTH KNOWING WITH THE LAST BREATH I
DRAW THAT MY FATE WAS ALWAYS SAFEST IN YOUR HANDS.
|Bailey Bear Man
There is not a day that goes by that
I don't think of her every hour of the
day. She changed my life forever
and opened my eyes to "Dogie
love". My goal, as a member of
YFR, is to bring that kind of love to
another person by connecting them
with their perfect friend. I know that
each of you do that. So thank you
for the work you do.
|Velvet in her Thanksgiving outfit.
Precious Jax was just too fragile and sick to survive after coming from a grueling stay in
the shelter. This little man lived only a few days after coming into rescue. Rest well, sweet
Jax!!! We love you and we will see you in Heaven!! Sweet kisses to you....
Teddy Bear was a sweet 3 month old
Shih-Tzu who was sick with what his owner
thought was liver shunt. She could not afford
to have him treated so he was going to be put
down. Yorkie Friends took him in order to
save him. He went straight to the doctor, but
he was so sick that he died the next morning.
The cause of Teddy Bear's illness was
infectious canine hepatitis. Teddy Bear is
waiting at the Bridge for the people who
worked so hard to save his life. He is playing
and happy for eternity.
|Drawing by Yorkie
|China was Siberian Husky her name was Nanook's China doll. She was
born in my closet, I helped bring her into this world she was a breach baby
and her mother needed help. Mom was Nanook and father was Shylow. We
had a house full of hair for 17 years. China was the brat of the bunch, being
the baby she got what ever she wanted. Always happy until the day she
found herself without her pack. Mother died of a heart attack and two years
later Dad died of Kidney Failure. China was lost after that so depressed
and could not be left alone.
I adopted Dalia a mastiff for her and they never really got along. Then Ollie
came along and he brought her back to life. She had a reason to go on
taken care of him. Old age finally took her. I was holding her when she was
born and whispered in her ear and holding her when she passed. We miss
you but your happy and back with your Pack.
Love Mom, Drew & Oliver
|We lost our beloved Wire Fox Terrier, Maggie, Thu, 25 Aug
2005 to renal disease. She was only 9 years old, and we've
had her since she was a baby. She was a fighter right to the
end, and we will miss her terribly. She was the queen of our
little pack, and will leave a big empty space in our hearts
and in our home. God must have big plans for our little
|Bailey has gone to Rainbow
Bridge where he can run and
play again. Thanks for all this
group has done for Bailey.
|Jax Fostered in Savanna GA
Buddy was a fighter right to the end, and really
tried to stay with us, but he was suffering too
much not to do the right thing for him.
We all loved him dearly and we will miss him
Love Mom, Dad & Sharon
Sorry, we didn't get a picture of Teddy
Sweet Lizzie was picked up as a stray by Hernando
County Animal Services. She was just over 4 lbs., very,
very old, couldn't see or hear very well and didn't have
much hair. I called and no one had come looking for her.
During the waiting period, I checked every newspaper
and website I could think of to see if anyone was looking
for her. They weren't. When her waiting period was up, I
called again. There were no apps for her. So, I went right
over to get her. The kennel manager took me to a kennel
run in the back. She was sleeping curled up in a little
bed cushioned with a beach towel. I still remember my
shock when I saw her. I couldn't, and can't, believe that
anyone could be heartless enough to abandon this tiny,
defenseless little girl. The kennel manager gently
reached over to wake her, wrapped her in the beach
towel and said "just take her." No application, no
adoption fee. Just a quick signature that she'd been
released. When I was carrying her to my car, another
worker came up to me and told me how happy she was
that someone was taking her. I talked with her the entire
ride home and decided to call her Lizzie. Don't know why.
It just seemed to fit
When I first got her, we fed her four small meals a day.
She was ravenous and would eat as quickly as she
could. Over time, she realized that she didn't have to
worry about going hungry and she'd eat at a more
normal rate. She put on a bit of weight, but I don't think
she ever hit 4.5 lbs. The worst part was that she was
afraid of us. Every time we reached for her or held her,
she would tremble with fear. It was heartbreaking that
she thought we could ever hurt her. The first time she did
her little "happy dance" because she was happy to see
us, I can tell you, I had more than a few tears falling. She
was the sweetest, most gentle little soul.
I had Lizzie from mid-July to mid-December.
A few people asked about her, but when I
told them she was so old that my vet
referred to her as "ancient", she wasn't
housebroken and wasn't going to be, didn't
have much hair, and that she showed
signs of dementia, no one wanted her. I
figured she was going to live out her life
with us. That was more than okay with me. I
loved that little angel. She was easy to care
for. She slept a lot and the only time she got
demanding was when she was hungry or
wanted us to come find her. She could be
quite vocal until her needs were met! Then I
got an inquiry that sounded promising.
Catherine Lewis, who is now a YFR
member, sent me an e-mail asking about
her. I think Catherine will agree that I asked
a LOT of questions. I'm sure she thought I
was totally neurotic and a real pain. I wasn't
going to let this precious soul go to any
home that wasn't better than ours.
Catherine and Robert opened their hearts
and home to Lizzie, knowing that she was
very old and fragile and might not have a lot
of time left. She didn't. They only had her for
a few months, but I know that during that
short time, she got pampered and loved as
she always should have been.
I think Lizzie epitomizes the sad,throw away
pet that turns into a wonderful, happy
Pepsi was a sweet and frail little 4 pound man with a dirty little
red bandanna around his neck when I picked him up form the
Jacksonville Animal Shelter. He curled up and went to sleep in
the bed I'd made for him in the back seat of my car. He had a
little cough. I took him to our member in Jacksonville who was
going to keep him for the week until he went to his foster home
in Orlando. He was treated for his pneumonia and seemed to
be doing fine, but he had a tremendous setback after arriving in
Orlando. The vet gave no hope for this frail little man. At least
he knew a few weeks of love and tender care before he went to
the Bridge. I believe that Pepsi is healthy and vibrant in
Heaven, and his eyes are shining, and he will be waiting on
those people who helped him at the end of his days on this
earth. We love you, Pepsi. I'll see you again!! Love...Beverly