Hannah Estelle Rector - July 2004, 12 years old
Hannah was one of my most special wiener dogs. She will
be missed and remembered forever. I will have a hole in my heart that
hurts for a long time. Hannah was loved by all who knew her, especially
her parents, Shelley and Bernie. May she rest in peace with her Viktor,
who died last summer. They were a true pair of dachshunds. Never
without the other until the end. We love you Hannah.
Harley Friedman -
July 2004, 9 years, 13 days old
You were and will always be the best! You were the sweetest, most loving
little man. Everything about you will be missed. Your love, your
kisses, your cuddles, your barks, and even your accidents. Thank you for
the nine years you gave us. We love you with all of our hearts always
Mr Clinton - July
2004, 1 years, 11 months old
My beloved Clinton entered our lives on 19 July 2003.
Sadly, he left on 1 July 2004. He was the grandson of my beloved Hansi,
who I loved so much, and who went to the Bridge in October of
Clinton, from the start of birth, was going to be the lead dog for
everything. At first, we were going to sell him, as we had already
picked his brother, Packer. Well, Clinton started to look VERY much like
my beloved Hansi, and I knew he belonged with us, as I knew I still had
a part of Hansi with us.
As he became part of our family, Clinton tried to show Packer he was the
lead dog. Unfortunately, Packer had to eat second, and if he tried to
get my attention, Clinton was right there to make sure he got the
attention. His attention and love for me often got him into trouble. As
other family members tried to gain his love, he wasn't always so
reciprocal. When people knocked on the door, he always had this
Perhaps I always knew he wasn't going to be with us for a long time. He
liked to run after bikes, cars, people, and objects like the weekly
garbage can. We built a pet run...but Clinton knew better. He dug his
way out daily and barked at the front of the house to tell me he wanted
He would rather stayed with me than enjoy the Florida sunshine. We went
away on vacations, and this was my third set of persons who watched him
and his brother, Packer. People always loved Packer, but it seemed
Clinton always got into trouble - as people told the story about why I
named him Clinton, they all said it was because he got into trouble -
the problem was that he got caught, and his brother was sneaky. He got
caught gathering objects such as shoes, candy,and my kids' toys and
taking them into his crate. Even if I said, 'MISTER CLINTON' he gave me
those sad eyes as if to say, 'I know, but I couldn't help myself' and
let me take the items back.
Everywhere I went, Clinton was certainly not far behind.
As with his grandfather Hansi, I will miss Clinton. I am sure his
brother Packer will miss him as well. Packer every morning would bite
his tail, on the way out to go to the bathroom. Clinton fought back as
well...and they played for such a long time...They fought over their
In the end, I went on vacation, and left him and Packer with a
neighbour. I left them with all the information necessary in case
'something happened' I was in such turmoil about who to leave them with,
as I didn't want to leave them in a kennel. They needed daily love.
Perhaps I should have. In the end, I left him with a neighbour whose
pets I just watched for three weeks. I was to be gone for one week. The
day before a terrible accident occured. I can't bring myself to know
what happened. I loved his grandfather very much, and in the end, I
backed into him with our van. I raced to the vet, and didn't do any
internal damage. However, he couldn't handle the anesthesia a week
later. I never forgave myself for that incident.
And when Clinton entered my life I thought he returned once more through
him. Now that he's gone in very much the same manner, in such a short
time, I wonder about the co-incidence.
Clinton, I am sorry we are not going to spend our days together
anymore...I know you loved me.
I just wish it could of been longer. I was going to throw you a birthday
party on the 19th.
I wanted a special picture of you and your brother....now I will have
that special picture in my mind forever.
Thank you Clinton for coming into my life. You were special to me.....I
will remember our special moments always...
Haylee Vo - July 2004, 12 years old
Our beloved Haylee, we miss you so very much. You will
always be in our hearts and will always be remembered. You had quite a
personality...very protective, loving, entertaining and also
mischievous! You could make such a mess but then be so sweet. I really
miss our mornings together, how you followed me around until I gave you
your breakfast. You always seemed so hungry, even though we gave you
more than enough to eat. I called you my 'little barrel' or 'my little
pig' because you were adoringly plump. It's strange coming home to a
quiet, empty house...strange not to wash your drinking fountain, call
you so you can take your meds. It's also strange not needing to close
the pantry door...since you enjoyed tipping over the trash can when we
leave you home alone. At night, its strange not carrying you to bed
anymore. We hope you are enjoying yourself at the Rainbow Bridge, little
one. We'd like to think that you are happily running about, wagging your
tail and with plenty of food to eat. We hope you liked your final
resting place, between the lemon and orange trees in our backyard. This
will always be your home and you will always be with us. Have fun
Haylee...and be good!
Love always, Mommy, Daddy and Jonathan
Gretchen Adams - July 2004, 16 years old
My baby finally went to heaven to run with my Grandpa and no
longer hurt. She will always be in my heart and will forever remain my best
friend. She was my first and only pet/puppy person and I treated her like one
of the family. Through the battle with cancer and heart failure she always
looked at you with loving eyes. The day she passed all she wanted was to be
held and loved and when she died I was not at home and I will always pray that
she went in her sleep and I hope she knows how much I love her and still do. I
hope that one day I will be able to think of her with out crying. I love you
my darling baby girl and always will.
Buddy Love - July
2004, 1 years, 3 months old
This memorial is dedicated to my dear baby, Buddy Love.
Buddy was my bestfriend. I got Buddy when I had lost one of my friends.
When I needed to cry, Buddy would always lie under my face knowing
something was wrong. I would soak his coat with tears and he would not
even care. He slept in my bed at night and went with me everwhere. He
loved car rides and riding in the back of my truck. Everytime he would
see that I was taking a shower, he would be sure to jump in with me.
Right over the side of the tub he would come. Buddy loved to be clean.
My senior year of high school, he had to take pictures with me. He loved
attention. My mother never liked the idea of an inside dog, but Buddy
soon stole her heart as well. To lose the only dog I ever loved this
much was very devistating. Buddy will most definitely never be
forgotten. He will always have a place in my heart until the day I die.
'Buddy, I love you and dedicate every word in this memorial to you and
the great and loving life you lived. Thank you for always being there
Shotzie - July 2004, 15 years, 6 months old
Best friend and sleeping partner
Oscar Meyer - July
2004, 3 years old
Oscar Meyer Was my brother's and sister-in-law's dog. He
was a very loving dog and they loved him very much, and they miss him so
much.They only had him for three years. but in that time he gave them a
lifetime of joy. Sleep my little man , you will always be
Hannah - July 2004, 13 years, 11 months old
Hannah lived a great life. We got her when I was two. She
lived with four dachshunds and a dachshund mix. We will miss her always.
She lost her sister, Janet, in January. They were best
Eva Hielscher's Beauty - July 2004, 16 years, 4 months old
Eva Hielsher's Beauty. The Queen of dogs. If Lassie were
a dachsie. Shadowfax born a wiener dog. An elegant, long haired
dachshund, with silky fur that ranged from black to red to strawberry
blonde, all marbled in layers, with a perfect flag for a tail.
Almost 17, she was diagnosed with inoperable cancer in her lungs. And
she didn't even smoke! An old lady in dog years, she had matured into a
splendidly dignified senior daschund, with silver muzzle and white face.
But the fur coat remained beautifully colorful to the end.
Eva was my Christmas present in 1987, the best present I ever had. She
was my dog and I was her person. I used to say that we'd never be
parted...except for the one parting we all must face. Now that has come.
She could no longer run, hear, walk, and then began to stop eating. It
was time for us to let her go.
Every night Eva waited for me to come to bed, carry her upstairs in my
arms. Today Alice and I handed her off to the Lord. He took her in his
arms like I used to every night, and carried her, not upstairs to bed,
but to eternity in the good place He has for His creatures. There my
wife's father has taken a break from fishing, gone to the riverbank, and
is giving her a treat or two. Old Flappy the male daschsund is wagging
to welcome her.
Giz Giz) - July 2004, 13 years, 8 months old
Gizmo, you have now joined Blue Bandit. I
hope the two of you are playing together again. We miss you
both very much and can't wait to see you again when we get
to Rainbow Bridge. Old man, you were such a kind and
thoughtful gentleman. Your friends in the neighbourhood
miss you very much. Be well dear friend.
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