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Missy, Molly

I am still reading Rescuing Sprite (2/3 done). Today March 6 is one month annversity of Missy’s death. She died Feb 6 at 1:30 pm at home surrounded by her humans (my husband and me), Molly (dog) and 4 cats that loved her. We miss her so much. She was 13 years 9 months and died from kidney failure. She and Molly are Border Collies. Missy was special (as all our pets are). She was fiesty, regal, stuborn, intuitive and loving. She could look into your eyes and see your soul. She knew us and our moods and habits better than we knew ourselves. She loved our cats and would not tolerate them fighting. She was the one that mothered us all.
When she was at her best, she held her head high, ears up and tail on top of back. She was beautiful inside and out. I guess you can tell we loved her so. We could not put her “down”. She did not suffer. The last 3 weeks she was alive she could not walk or get up anymore. I am a Nurse. We turned her every hour, cleaned her when she was messy and fed her when she could not do it herself. I still do not think we did enough for her. Even when we knew she was dying I was shocked when she did. I just thought she would be around for a lot longer.

I too have trouble with death, not my own but with others. If heaven does not have our pets, I don’t want to go.

In so many ways I think dogs and cats are a lot better than some human. Certainley more loving and caring.

Our other Border Collie, Molly, is 12 years old. We know her time will come all to soon but I cherish each moment with her. She is greiving along with the cats. Missy was the oldest and was always around for the others.

As you have said, Missy taught us much about love and living. We were truly blessed to have her in our loves.

I am sorry for the death of Sprite but very glad you wrote about him. How is Pepsi doing?

As you can tell I am not much of a writer. I hope this helps with pain and loss. I am still raw with the loss of Missy.

A Dog Lover,

Judy from KY

Oberon T. Astaire.

Hey Mark!

Love your show, catch it every time I get the chance.

Oberon T. Astaire.
Well, we had rented a home for several years and as most leases go, we were not allowed to have pets. When we purchased our home last August one of the first tasks we had was to find a four legged addition for or family. As we were moving into the new house, a water bowl was placed in a corner of the kitchen in anticipation of our new addition. It had to be a dog, we’re not cat people. We had already been looking before the move and were not finding what we were looking for. You see, we have a few favorites and they are all in the retriever family. I had made the decision that after owning several females myself, it was time for a male. We spent a lot of time online searching through local listings of shelters and rescues.

After being in the new house for about a week, we found that a full litter of Black Labs had ended up at a shelter 1 ½ hours away. My wife and I hopped in the truck and headed off. When we arrived at the Robeson County Humane Society’s Shelter in Lumberton, NC, we were greeted by the great staff there. As we walked through the shelter one thing really stood out, the place was spotless! This, to me, was a good sign that the animals sheltered there were taken care of.

They had separated the litter into separate kennels. There had originally been six pups, two males and four females, but one of the males had already been adopted. I stopped in front of the chain-link kennel gate that held the lone male. He stood with his front paws up on the gate, as to say “So, what do ya think?” His sisters were yelping and barking and carrying on but, he just stood there looking up at me with his big, beautiful eyes, wagging his tail. (more…)

Time To Adopt

I’ve been retired due to a couple of back surgeries for about a year now. We were smart about our money and financially we will be fine for years and years to come. I stopped by the SPCA in Sumter, SC today and looked over the dogs there and found one who might make me a good companion while my wife is at work and a great addition to our empty nester family. I’m able to walk a dog and care for it as I do lirrle else but read a lot and listen to tak radio, TV westerns sometimes but that’s about it. Anyway, I’m going to take my wife to the SPCA tomorrow and get her opinion about the dog I found that seemed to be able to tolerate me. Just thought i’d let you guys know.
Chip from SC

Reina

I am now the proud owner of my second “rescue’ dog. Her name is Reina and she is the sweetest little thing. She is about 2years old and adores my husband and me. I am her 5th. owner and she knows she has found her forever home. We were not going to get another dog but I had always said ” if one comes my way I would take it” We are so happy she came our way.
Wil from NV

Tara The Christmas Dog

I’m a dog groomer. I stay open pretty late on holidays so last minute pets can look especially pretty for holiday celebrations.

On this one Christmas Eve, I was already closed. The computer and register down for the day. I was cleaning up. A man came and knocked on the door. I told him I was closed. He was crying. He had a dog, a big lab named Tara who was dying. She had always loved water and he wanted her to have one last bath before she went. I said no. He literally begged me. Everyone was closed, it was late. I was touched and agreed. He carried her in, she could no longer walk. We put her in the bathtub and I started giving her a bath. A good rub, conditioner and a gentle dryer with warm air. While I worked, the man told me about Tara, she loved water and could even fish. They were from Ireland and had been boating and fishing all over he world. She looked at me with the most intelligent eyes, filled with pain and even yes some gratitude. She really did like her bath. Afterwards he carried her out to the front and laid her on the floor to pay me. I refused. I could not take money for giving a dying dog a bath on Christmas Eve. I just couldn’t. It went against everything I believed in as an animal lover, as a human being, as a Christian. I could not take payment. In fact, I’d dislike anyone who DID take payment. After some disagreement he agreed, but left a small armount as a “tip”. When he turned to pick Tara up, she had left us. He carried her body out to his car and I locked up.

The next Christmas on Christmas Eve, the same man came back. He had a new puppy. A puppy who every year since then gotten a bath on Christmas Eve in loving memory of Tara the Christmas dog.

Melody from CA

Newt

When our cats died we couldn\’t get any more because my husband had developed severe allergies to cats.  We had been researching what kind of dog to get when my 8-year old son came up to me one day and said, Mom, I want a Chihuahua.  My husband\’s first reaction was, \”a rat dog?\”  Long story short, Newt is now 14 years old and is our baby.  I tell people he can stay because he doesn\’t ask for money like my adult children.  He got the name Newt because the breeder couldn\’t stand Newt Gingrich and didn\’t want to get attached to this little guy since she couldn\’t keep him.  Her strategy didn\’t work, but she had to sell him anyway.  We kept the name, which worked out well since it fits his personality to a  T–he\’s a great Republican dog.  He\’ll take on any other dog, big or small.  His AKC name is Speaker of the House!

Anne from VA