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The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
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UYR Foster September 24, 2005 - September 2, 2007
It is with tremendous sadness to report that little Simon passed away on September 2, 2007. He was in the comfort of home, in his most favorite bed, surrounded by his four furry brothers and furry sister and his Forever Foster mom and dad.
I still remember the day the shelter called me and asked me to pick him up. I was in a state of shock at his condition when they brought him to me. He was nearly hairless and hardly even looked like a Yorkie. He really was a mess from head to toe. We never thought he'd live as long as he did, but then again, he was estimated to be 10 years old at that time. The vet determined he had kidney disease, mitral valve problems, and arthritis, among other problems. With medicines and TLC, we weren't able to reverse the problems, but make him comfortable and recognizable as a Yorkie in his final years.
When we moved to Missouri from Texas, I figured the trip would be hard on him. He did perfectly well, however, and did what he did best - sleep, nearly the entire trip (well, except for mandatory potty breaks). When we got to our new home, he was absolutely thrilled with his new yard and would take long adventures to check it out. Simon's had good days and bad days for nearly two years now, but over the last two weeks, it seemed his bad days were outweighing the good. He was comfortable, however, snuggling with his best buddy, Miles. The last two days, though, his appetite wasn't what it used to be and we knew his time was near.
Simon was one adorable little character. He never complained; except for if you weren't fast enough to put his food bowl down. Or when I'd take him for a walk and he wanted to go the other direction. He would literally hop a 180 degree turn and put his brakes on in protest. On his good days, he had a lot of spunk - I only wish I could have seen him as a youngster.
While it was terribly sad the condition he came to UYR in, I'm VERY thankful his final two years were lived as they all should live. I already miss little Simon and that little determined waddle of his that kept me chuckling each and every time.
Thank you UYR and all of the donors who have helped Simon live out his final two years with dignity!
Lisa, Danny, Joey and Max, Bubba, Miles, Tootsie and TJ
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Molly is dearly missed.
Our sweet Molly-cule has completed her journey here with us. We just can't believe it. We help her to the bridge at 6:30 this evening. I can't tell you how much she has meant to us. We have loved her with all that we are.
Molly spent the weekend at the doc's...she had pretty much stopped eating late last week and seemed pretty week. Well, she was in the final stages of renal failure. After 3 days of IV fluids, there was no improvement and the doctor recommended that we end her suffering immediately. Well, Eric and I couldn't stand the thought of her final days being strapped to and IV bag in a cage (with very caring and loving people around...but in an unfamiliar place, nonetheless.) So, we brought her home, took the day off of work, smothered her with hugs, kisses and lots of sunshine.....and then found a wonderful vet who came to the house and eased Molly's suffering as she lay in her favorite spot...the king-sized thrown.
I tell you, this doctor and his service was wonderful. It was just what Molly deserved in her final moments. She brought so much to us in the short time we had her. I can never thank you enough for what you do-which allows so many others to love and be loved unconditionally.
Molly and I will be attached at the heart forever!
Maureen and Eric
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Brandy at fireside
March 19, 1995 - March 31, 2007
Brandy was a two-time member of the United Yorkie Rescue "club". She initially came to UYR as an owner surrender in October 2005. She was adopted by an older lady, widowed, and was her loving companion for nine months, but her new forever Mom became very ill and unable to care for Brandy. Brandy was surrendered again to me for the second time in fall of 2006. Shortly after being surrendered, she started to drink excessively and urinate more frequently than usual - she was diagnosed with early stages of kidney failure. Several approaches to treatment were tried, but in January of 2007, with her blood values extremely high, we knew time would not be kind to this beautiful little lady. A prescribed diet which had to be syringe fed to her since she had stopped eating and daily subquetaneous fluids stablized her condition, and in February at her 30 day follow up checkup, there was encouraging results that the treatment was effective.
Brandy dominated her world, and that of those around her - she was a very independent and proud Yorkie. She loved her bed, her crate and her toys. Her favorite toy was a puppet of Mr. Moose from the Kaptain Kangeroo show. She gave him "hell" everyday and would drag him whereever anyone was to play with her and Mr. Moose. She would proudly sit at the top of the stairs going to the second floor as if she owned the place - so we let her think she did! When any family member would walk in the door, she would wail at the top of her lungs and do her own little circle dance of happiness - this would continue until she was acknowledged for her efforts of greetings! She liked to be walked alone, and she would decide which route and direction we would take, and heaven help you if you walked ahead of her - down her little butt would go until you moved behind her, then she would get up and proceed on the course she wanted to take!
Brandy got used to riding in the car with me (her foster mom), and she would sit proudly in the passenger seat, with her head up and the air blowing through her hair - she was my co-pilot, my companion, my best friend. She would talk to me at different times, and I always knew what she wanted - funny, I would listen to her and respond accordingly - but when I wanted something from her - she'd do what 'she' wanted! She never slept on the bed - she didn't like it, but was always by my side of the bed and would jump up on the side and talk in my ear when she wanted something - whether it was to go out or if she was hungry.
A few short weeks after Brandy's February vet visit, Brandy started to falter, and by the last week in March it was evident we could borrow no more time. Brandy told me in many ways, it was time to go - on one walk she tried to hide under our boat in the yard, covered for the winter, and the next morning she tried to hide under the deck - somethings she never would do.. she had her own room and she went into her room as I watched her crawl in and out of her beloved bed, her crate, and into her toy box where she sniffed and licked and nudged each toy - then she lay between all these items and looked at me - she had said her goodbyes. During our final ride to the vets, as I cried she snuggled close to me and tried to comfort me - we both knew it was time for her to find peace at the Rainbow bridge.
Brandy had an impact on me like no other pet ever has - I was blessed with her for such a short time, but that time I will never forget. She was, and still is very much loved - and will never be forgotten. Run fast and free my angel Brandy!
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Ginger before tender loving care from foster mom
Ginger as a Forever Ours
03/21/07: Little Ginger made her journey into my home on St. Patricks Day, 2006. She had been picked up as a stray, and brought into a local police department animal unit. With no identifying tags, and no owner to claim her, the police department called UYR, and I gladly drove down to pick up this precious little senior pup. She was estimated at 13 or 14 years old at the time, was blind, a bit senile and didn't get around too quickly. We took her in and provided her with a new home that loved her, until she could find her new forever family. However, with only 2 adoption applications submitted for her, and with her advanced age, I requested that she be designated a Forever Ours pup, where she could just stay put in a home she was now familiar and comfortable with, and live out the remainder of her life with me and my family. The UYR Board agreed it was absolutely the best thing for her. Ginger was a very easy-going and sweet little dog who liked to sleep most of the day and loved to eat; she never bothered any of the other animals in the home . She got excited whenever I came home and would get up from her bed to do a little dance, jumping and turning in all directions until she figured out where the excitement was. She dearly loved to eat, and I could also get her riled up like that around dinner time. While officially her name was Ginger, we called her Bumpie or Bumpers, since being blind and a bit senile, she frequently found her way around after bumping into things. This past Sunday, she started crying and becoming distressed. She progressively got worse over a very short period of time, and when I realized she could no longer walk, I packed her into my car and drove to the emergency vet. The vet felt she might have had a stroke and had lost permanent use of her legs. She was still in pain, and we all felt the most humane thing to do was to gently and quickly help her to the Rainbow Bridge, and not allow her to suffer needlessly. Ginger took her final journey out of my life 1 year and 1 day after she made her initial journey into it. She left a tiny paw print on my heart and she will always be fondly remembered as my little "Bumpie Bump."
Written by Ginger's loving forever foster mom Kari.
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Brandon has gone to the "Bridge."
It is with great sadness that UYR bids farewell to our Brandon. Brandon became a Forever Ours with his
wonderful foster mom, Meredith Timm, in 2003. He lived a full and happy life. His foster mom was with him
until the end, letting Brandon know he was loved and cherished.
03/03/06:I have been remiss in updating Brandon’s profile, please forgive. We just have too much fun here. Weather in Florida has been great, Brandon sitting in the sun beams in the second floor bedroom. I will try and get a picture of this at a later date. He is slowing down as he ages. He can’t climb the stairs at all and his favorite thing to do is sit on my 3lb. little girl Samantha. Samantha and Brandon are best friends. Samantha was also rescued by me from a bad situation.
Brandon’s legs are weakening with age and so I do have to play with him to exercise his little feets. His favorite part is the doggie foot rub and tummy massage. He gets a warm bath once a week, which by the way he hates….
I showed him the fish in our pond last week and he was not interested until one floated to the top… yuck…..He took a real interest and wanted to bring it to me.
So long from sunny Florida. Meredith “Gail” Timm, Brandon’s mom, Sandy Pagnotta and Pups: Chisum, Ozzie and Robby
Brandon is doing well in his Forever Ours home. This updated picture of him was right after he was groomed and he loves to show off by posing for the camera since he knows he's so buff then!
Brandon of course sleeps a lot more now (he also snores loudly!) and is a little cranky old man. He does love to be held and still can climb up the stairs to go to his upstairs bed. He has become moody with his eating and taking of meds. His mom gives him a teaspoon of fat free whip cream full of all his meds. He is very loved in his home.
Brandon was a little street stray when someone picked him up and took him to the vet's office, where he stayed for 6 weeks because his former family didn't come forward. The vet's office contacted one of our UYR members who happily picked up this little old man. Brandon is estimated to be between 11 and 12 years old, and only weighs 4#. He has cataracts in both of his eyes, but manages to get around pretty good. Brandon had a sonogram on 10/13, which revealed that he has gallstones, as well as calcification in his kidneys. He also has an enlarged heart. He will need to be on two different antibiotics for life, as well as a special diet and medication (Actigal) for his gallstones. It is hoped that the Actigal will dissolve his gallstones. In a follow-up bile acid test in mid-November, his results were much better. Brandon will need to stay on the same diet and medication that he's on now forever. Because he will require medication and close monitoring for the rest of his life, and because of his fragile medical condition and the necessity for routine testing to make sure he is stable, it has been determined that Brandon will remain in his current foster home as a Forever Ours pup.
Thank you to those that have helped us help Brandon!
Bobbye Davidson, Debbie Forsyth, Sonny Roche, Jewel & her Mommy, Emilie Hammon, Constance Pfeiffer, Susan Henry, David and Janina Greth, Paula Casey, Glenn Knight, Patricia Cumberledge, Marie McKibben, Ann Williams, Joan Monahan, Ann Williams, Ann Williams, Ann Williams, Ann Williams, Ann Williams, Dawn Machado, Jean deVegter, Sandra Allen, Jim Baker, Nelson & Lucy Starbranch, Joyce Sapp, Jim Baker, George J Carroll, Barbara Butler
Foster Mom: Meredith Timm - firstname.lastname@example.org
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Whozit and mom
REST IN PEACE LITTLE ONE...YOU WERE VERY LOVED AND ARE MISSED!!
I found Whozit on a bright Memorial Day, 1991, dashing through traffic; with horns honking and brakes screeching to herald her arrival. The little orphan came right to me and adopted me on the spot. She was a scruffy, filthy, 13 pd. Yorkie & it took two days, four baths, a groomer & a buzz cut to clean her up.
Adopting people and pets; adding them to her fan club was something that came easily to Whozit Louise.
She always ran everywhere she went & my mother declared Whozit had “springs in her ---“ because she could jump like an Olympian.
Then, 12 years ago, a van ran a red light, hitting my car and tossing Whozie into the passenger’s door, nearly severing her spinal cord in two places and paralyzing her. Later, that day, after hours of surgery, she was sporting seven nuts and bolts down her spine and was the star patient at the emergency clinic. She wasn’t supposed to survive, but she did. I was able to bring her home two days later. I thanked God every single day after that, that she chose to stay with me for a little while longer.
That summer she got her first set of wheels and Whozit was off and running. She wore the first set out and was wearing the second set out, chasing ducks, poodles and bugs, when she was diagnosed with heart failure on October 1, 2003. Her decline was too fast.
So, on another sunny day, October 9, 2003, we took “our little girl” to dear Dr. Bock’s for the last time.
I miss you .... Mom