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In Loving Memory of Spencer

From the beginning, we knew we had the best
And daily, weekly and yearly, you passed the test

You were there in the good times, And also the bad
And we hope that you knew that we were extremely glad.

We know that you loved us, and we’re sure you knew,
That you made it easy to love you too.

You gave us strength, mobility and your uncanny willpower,
That remains with us in this dark, sad and lonely hour.

Well pup you went through a lot,
Now the suffering has come to a stop.

So sadly my best and dearest friend,
We’re really sorry our time has come to an end.

Please don’t forget, Spencer, We love you best,
Sleep tight tonight, Boy, you’ve earned the rest.

 
We only had Spencer for 3 1/2 years and he just turned 10 on Oct 23/04. He was such a gentleman and loved to be around people. He will live in our hearts forever and is sadly missed, The house is so empty now.
Sleep easy my friend
Love  Jean and Jim
In Loving Memory of Orvis 7/95 - 8/04

Orvis quietly passed away on August 27, 2004 due to liver complications as a result of congestive heart failure that she was diagnosed with last spring. Orvis came to me when she was six years old and happily remained in her forever home for three years until it was time to go. Those three short years brought me the greatest joy of my life and she is sadly missed by her sisters Ronnie and Frodo, as well as many relatives and friends (I never knew a dog could have so many friends!).

Orvis was the best friend anyone could ever wish for. My heartfelt thanks to ABC for giving me my forever friend. To my baby: We love and miss you with all our hearts. And always remember “Orvis loves mommy and mommy loves Orvis…”
 
In Loving Memory of Pappy ?- 6/26/04

My dear, sweet Pappers left for the Bridge on June 26, 2004. He may have been blind and deaf, but he loved life. Most recently, he had such a wonderful time at the waddle, working the room on Friday night, getting as many pets as he could and mooching so much pizza that he had the runs for a couple days. But he just loved it. For part of the parade he sat in his wagon and looked so proud, like he was king. I couldn't tell him that another hound actually had the title. But then he tuckered out and went to sleep. And slept for almost 2 days, he was so exhausted. But then he was back to arrroooofing as always. I will miss that arrrooof. I've never heard another like it. And he always tossed his head to go with it. Especially at mealtimes. He would always let me know if I was a little late with the chow. At the end when he wasn't eating, I feared the worse. And unfortunately I was right. But I console myself knowing that he is healthy now and can see and hear and walk and even run without bumping into things. I miss you terribly, my sweet Pappers. You will always be loved.

Several weeks ago, Pappy started dictating this story to me while he was on vacation at Auntie Bernie’s. Even now that he’s gone, and it isn’t quite finished, I know he would like his story told.

Pappy’s Story
As told to his foster mom, Karen

Hi! My name is Pappy. Even though I’m about 12 years old, I don’t have a lot of memories of my early years. I’ve been blind for quite a while now. I can only see some light and a few shadows. I’m also quite deaf, hearing just a few sounds and feeling some vibrations. But I’ve got a nose that just won’t quit. I can find a scrap of chicken that has fallen from the counter or avoid a messy pile in the yard.

Somehow late last year, I found myself wandering the streets all alone. I lost a lot of weight, not being able to find much food in my condition. I was also shot at with a BB gun (they got me too) and developed a really bad cough. Some Humane Society people eventually picked me up, but even though they are a well-meaning bunch, I didn’t get the medical care I really needed. Finally they said the folks at ABC could have me. By then, though, I was really, really weak and sick. I went to stay with Aunt Laura and Uncle Mike who immediately took me to the vet. They did some tests and gave me medicine. I was so sick that nobody was sure I would even survive.

Aunt Laura and Uncle Mike watched over me night and day. They fed me and doctored me and loved me like I hadn’t been loved before. It took a while, but slowly I got better and even gained a pound or two. I slept a lot then and didn’t really remember how to go outside like I should. But that didn’t matter to them. They still loved me.

After a few weeks, I went to live with Aunt Laurie for Christmas. It was real nice there too. Lots of people came around to pet me and love me. I kept getting stronger and stronger. I felt lots and lots of love there too, just like I did at my first foster home. I was only there for a few weeks while I waited for Mom and Dad to get their home ready for me. I guess they had this big, happy puppy there who they thought might be a little too much for fragile little me to handle. I don’t know though. I think I would have been just fine. After all, I’m tough. Grrrrrrr.

When I got to my current foster home, it was like they were waiting for me. They had nice comfy blankies for me to sleep on and special food so I could grow bigger and stronger. They had these nice kitties there too. Even the one that doesn’t like anybody seemed to like me. I’m just a likeable kind of guy, I guess. And they had Duke too. He was real nice. He didn’t care if I stole some of his food after I finished mine.

But I showed them my stubborn streak too. When they tried to block me from going onto the carpets when they were out of the house, I showed them. I just plowed my way through whatever blockade they put in my path. I even managed to crawl over a box that was almost as tall as I am! And remember, I can’t see what I’m doing. That feat earned me my freedom. Never again did they try to keep me in the kitchen.

After I put on some weight, they took me back to the vet to have my teeth cleaned. They were sooooooo yucky. Talk about morning breath. Except I had it morning, noon and night. They doctored a nasty lump on my back too, cause is kept bleeding. And then I got to go on vacation!

You see Dolly came to live here too. And she was about to have puppies. Now I admit, I’m a bit high maintenance, especially when I have to go potty a couple times during the night and I go to wake up Mom. So Aunt Bernie offered her home to me for my vacation. I must be pretty special, because she usually don’t open her home for such a long time. But one look at me and the rest is history. Her house is real neat. In addition to having playmates, I also have a doggie door. I never used one before. It’s real cool just being able to stick my head out to get some fresh air. But it takes a while to get used to, but I’m getting there.

I can’t wait to get home to Mom and Dad. I’m told there are 5 little ones there that need the benefit of a grandfather. I’m up to the responsibility. Send me in, coach. But I guess they are a lot of work right now and I have to wait a few more weeks. But that’s OK. I love it here on vacation.

Well, that was hard work and I think I need a nap now. Thanks for reading my story.
 
I got my boy Sebastian 14 1/2 years ago.  When I first laid eyes on him I wondered where his ears where, he was only a few days old.  Every time I would go back to visit him his ears got bigger.  I had wanted a basset hound named Sebastian since I was a kid.  I finally got him in 1989.  Sebastian gave me the most wonder 14 1/2 years.  He brought me so much joy and happiness.  He was the best fishing buddy I ever had.  He didn't care if I caught some weeds he was always so excited when I reeled in my fishing pool.  He loved to travel, he was the best car rider..  I noticed Sebastian starting to slow down when he was 12 years old.  He didn't want to go many places with me anymore.  He was fine and content just staying home and sleeping.  Sebastian left us April 12, 2004.  He had let me know it was his time to go.  I will forever have him in my heart along with his brother Baxter.  They are now together running free at the Rainbow Bridge.  It warms my heart to know they are together again.  We love and miss you Bashy.  Until we meet again mommies old man...
 
Lynda