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(Adopted September, 1992 - March 25, 2008)
A woman perceived as being in control stuns others when they see her mourning her lost dog as I am. My sadness has so totally overpowered my usual pragmatism and perspective now, that it may seem-- to some-- out of character.
Last week I had a total meltdown, in my car, in the garage, sobbing uncontrollably. I had just returned from doing a few errands when I realized - again - that my faithful companion of the last 16 years was forever gone from the back seat.
Joachim - or more officially, “Joachim the Good Dog” as we liked to clarify - was no ordinary Beagle; he was, simply, a very special dog. Sweet and serene, he never growled, bit, or threatened. He loved people of all ages, other dogs, and even cats.
And he also loved me, his adoptive “mother” of the past decade and a half.
That I adored him goes without saying. I rescued him from the SPCA and he became my pet. I took him everywhere with me, nursed him when he was ill, fed him scraps from my dinner, walked him in rain, sleet and snow-- at all hours-- and tried to attend to his every need.
In exchange, he gave me unquestioned devotion and a quiet and comforting companionship too precious to lose.
Now it is lost.
Books are written about dogs and dog-lovers. Hollywood makes movies about dogs, their owners and the special bonds between them. Poems and essays also abound about the loss of faithful pets and the humans left behind to mourn them.
There was a time when I might have pooh-poohed the sadness people described upon the death of their dogs. Sure, I would have thought, they’re sad, but they’ll get over it. After all, in the end, it’s a dog.
I had no idea, before Joachim.
When my rational side kicks in, I focus on the “important things” and on my many “blessings”. I am grateful for my good health, and for my loving family. I live a decent life and have much to be thankful for, in fact.
But I miss my friend.
I miss the sound of his steady breathing as he slept next to my bed, his wagging tail whenever he saw me, and the warmth of his body at my feet as we watched TV or read together in the evening.
I miss his bark from the back seat, signaling me to open his window so he could drive with the breezes blowing back his velvet ears.
I miss his constancy and, yes, the unquestioning love people talk about when they talk about great dogs.
Our vet suggests another dog to fill the void. Despite his good intentions, the suggestion seems a bit like telling a parent who loses a child that, “It’s a good thing you have other children.” No living being can replace another that was loved and lost.
For the moment, the idea feels like investing again in certain heartache. I don’t want. “another dog”; I want my Joachim back.
And that can never be.
- Mary Ann Sorrentino of Rhode Island
(May, 1999 - June 14, 2006)
Poor Buddy lost his battle to Lymphoma on June 14, 2006. He was our only foster failure. Never did we ever regret keeping him. He was so kind, gentle and patient. He always knew his place in the pack and never tried to push his way in.
After a call from a friend to break out a Beagle who was on death row, I raced to the shelter to pick him up. He had a slight heart murmur and was labeled "unadoptable". After six weeks in a cage on a cold cement floor, they decided his time was up.
- The Church family of Rhode Island
(February 21, 1997 - February 14, 2008)
When I adopted Max in May of 1997, there were two puppies to choose from, both boys. I picked them both up and one wiggled and the other one licked my nose. Guess which one I picked? That's right; the nose licker became my Max.
He was your typical Beagle who liked to sniff and snooze. He was my first baby before husband and children. He adjusted well when I did get married. In fact I talked so much about Max on my first date with my husband that he thought Max was my son. My husband knew he had to pass the Max test and he did with flying colors. The two became inseparable.
In 2005, he began to loose control of his bladder. After 2 months of worrying and tests, we learned that he had Cushing's Disease. Cushing's is a disease of the Pituitary/Adrenal gland that causes too much cortisol to be produced. There is no cure but there are treatment options that are very viable.
Dogs, on average, live 2 years with Cushing's with a good quality of life. We opted for treatment and settled into life with our Cushinoid dog. He was a fighter, but 3 years after he was diagnosed, he took a turn for the worse, stopped eating and started hiding from us. I knew this was a sign that it was time to say goodbye.
We said goodbye on Valentine's Day, 2008. I know he is over the Rainbow Bridge now and in a better place.
January 22, 1994- August 11, 2008
Trapper came into our lives at 3 months old. He was my dog right from the start. I fell in love with him also. Whenever I had a bad day, he would come over to me and lay his head in my lap, and look at me with those big Beagle eyes, and my heart would melt. He was truly my buddy. Everyone who knew Trapper loved him,
Trapper and his friend, Chris, our other Beagle, were best friends. They were always together. They both slept on the bed with my husband and me. When we lost Chris, August 16, 2004, Trapper was lost. He kept looking for Chris where they would always lay together in the living room. I truly believe that animals mourn as we do.
I know that it was so hard to say goodbye to my buddy. I held him and kissed him as he passed. Our lives will never be the same. You are forever in our hearts. Until we meet again, my dear little Trapper.
- Theresa Flanagan and family of Ballston Spa, NY
(March 17, 1996 - January 25, 2008)
My younger sister brought home a four-month-old Beagle puppy named Bagel. It was hard to resist those pleading eyes.
Bagel loved people. He did not like being left home alone. As is the case with Beagles, he loved to go where his nose took him.
Bagel hated squirrels. When I took him out on walks and we saw a squirrel, he would bark and bark. He felt that the squirrels were taunting him.
Bagel had health issues, including a bad heart. Until we had to have Bagel euthanized on January 25, 2008, he was on medication to keep him comfortable. Despite his health issues, he was as outgoing and lovable as ever.
- S Spolter of Granada Hills, CA
(March 15, 1976 - January 9, 1993)
Pokey was our dog when our first and second daughters came into this world. We went through a period of financial difficulty, but she was our faithful and loving companion through all the tough times. We made many mistakes with Pokey, not realizing the special needs of a Beagle. However, she forgave us our shortcomings and loved us anyway, as only a dog knows how to do.
Pokey lived to be nearly 17 years old. But in the end, she had many complications because of her age, including pain from arthritis. Though we didn't want to lose her, we reluctantly made the decision to have Pokey put out of her misery.
To this day, I still think about that wonderful little dog and tears come to my eyes.
(June 1, 1999 - September 13, 2008)
Six and a half years after losing Pokey, we found another dog that we fell in love with. That was another Beagle, and we named her Daisy.
We vowed that we would not make the same mistakes with Daisy as we had with Pokey, and we spoiled Daisy rotten. I have never seen another dog that could snore so loudly! Daisy was a hunter, and was very possessive about "her back yard".
At only nine years of age, Daisy became listless one evening and would not eat her dinner. By the following morning, she could barely get up and was gasping for breath. I took her to the animal hospital where they examined and X-rayed her. The vet told us that Daisy's heart and liver were enlarged and her lungs were full of fluid. She was apparently going into painful cardiac arrest right in front of us. We once again made the terrible decision to have our beloved pet put down to end her suffering.
The tragedy of Daisy's death was compounded by how suddenly and swiftly it had occurred. It was less than 24 hours from the time that she wouldn't eat her dinner to the time that we lost her.
We will always love and miss Pokey and Daisy. I picture them now as two healthy puppies playing together in Heaven, their noses sniffing the ground, their ears flapping in the wind, and their tails wagging endlessly. I am thankful that through God's infinite wisdom, Beagles have been placed on this earth as a fragile but precious gift to humanity.
Dogs may sometimes do bad things, but there is no such thing as a bad dog.
- The Kobelkas of Saginaw, TX
Ron, Roxanne, Melissa, and Melanie
Adopted August 20, 2005
(October 20, 1996 - December 6, 2008)
"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures."
Well, Thomas, it is over,
- Michele Krause of New York
"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow."
Adopted May 16, 2009
(1997 - 2010)
Nine Months Growing Into Love
I’d visit that picture almost daily
Yes, I could see your hunger and sadness
I wanted to give you as much Life as I could.
I have not stopped giving my love.
- Michele Krause of New York
Adopted May 11, 2001
(Born January, 2001 - June 8, 2010)
Our Ellie's Life:
My two children brought Ellie Anne (also lovingly known as ElleBelle) to me as a Mother's Day gift May 11, 2001. Ellie was definitely a puppy mill baby who had been at a local pet store from the time she was 6 wks old until she was 4 months old.
A woman in Lawrence who was a rescuer had been after the pet store to let her take her at a much reduced rate because she had been in that cage for so long in her very young life.
The store finally agreed and Ellie was finally set free and went home with the lady. She started looking for a good home for her when my children saw her in the classified ads. The gal only asked for a small adoption fee. Ellie had her papers, which is why we knew when she was born but we of course never registered her.
We started out the first night with her in the crate with her blanket and toys and after the first 3 whimpers, Ellie found herself in bed with us, sleeping on the pillow above my head. That's where she continued to sleep for many, many years.
Ellie was so much fun. She was stubborn, persistent, playful, willful and so lovable but we realized she was very lonely when she was left alone all day. I Googled "adopt a beagle" and found "Beagles-on-the-Web" and the only Kansas beagle boy available, Sargent (nka Jacob Douglas) We drove in a storm 3 hrs away to adopt Jake and bring him home to be Ellie's sibling.
Not knowing anything about introducing new dogs etc, some struggles popped up so I emailed Beagles-on-the-Web quite often for excellent advice and we finally became a happy family. Knowing Ellie's start and Jake's abusive background and dealing with his issues made us more aware of the plight of homeless/abused dogs so we began fostering other dogs. Each time a new dog came into our home Ellie would do a big sigh and give us the "not another one" look but she would show them around, give them the house rules and be very accepting.
Ellie was one of a kind. She didn't realize how many dogs she saved in her life time. Her deep brown Cleopatra eyes would so many times look at you letting you know she was bored out of her mind and feeling left out so we would try to find something to make her happy. Her favorite trick, which none of the dogs ever caught on to, was running to the doggie door and doing the "some thing's out there" bark.
The others would race outside and Ellie would turn around and go get in her favorite spot on the couch or the toy she was wanting when either one had been abandoned by one of the other dogs in their rush to get outside. You could almost see the mischievous grin on her face of having fooled them once again.
Ellie was our Diva and the Matriarch of the family. She loved to have one-on-one time with us to either remind us or to be reminded that she was the first in the family. Even toward the end when she was too weak to run down the long deck stairway to go check out what mystical thing was lurking beyond the fence, she would sit at the top of the steps and direct the others with her urgent bark as to where to look next in the yard for any suspicious characters that might be out there. I could go on and on about her antics and the unconditional love she brought to us along with many wonderful life's lessons but there just wouldn't be enough room.
We miss her so very terribly and pray we will meet her again at the. Thank you Ellie Anne for the 9 wonderful years you gave us.
- The Martin Family of Kansas
(Born June 16, 1996 - June 18, 2010)
I got Spike as my high school graduation gift. He was the last male of his litter. The owners said that nobody wanted him because of his color. Spike was black, white, and chubby for a puppy.
I did not care he was my first dog and I planned to keep him forever. Ever since Spike became part of my family he has been the perfect dog, friend, guard, and family. Spike always put everybody else first. I wanted him to live forever but we all know that does not happen.
He touched all of our lives. Everybody knew Spike from my whole family. When we lost Spike I lost a part of my heart, soul, and life. But I know he's doing better and looking down on us.
I always said Lord you have the best dog in the world up there with you and he will take care of anything.
We love you buddy
- The Rogerio Family of San Antonio, Texas and Laredo, Texas
Nellie Rae Noodles
(Born May 7, 2000 - August 23, 2011)
On a completely spontaneous trip to Georgia in August of 2000, we stopped for the night in the town of Marietta, GA, where we took a trip to the local mall across from our hotel. We browsed in the pet shop there and we kept hearing such a sad little moaning howl. We walked across the shop and found these sounds to be coming from the sweetest little puppy we had ever seen. A sad, lonely little Beagle that we knew right away had stolen our hearts. We didn't dream we would be taking a trip and ending up with a dog, but all we knew is that we weren't leaving Marietta without her... and we didn't.
On the entire 10 hour trip home from Georgia to Louisville, she took turns sleeping in our laps the whole ride, and we knew we had found our angel. We named her Nellie. Her full name would end up being Nellie Rae Noodles, and the name really fit her fun loving, energetic little personality...
For years and years, she was our daughter, our traveling buddy, and our sweet angel. She loved trips to the lake, she loved people, she loved showing other dogs that she was the boss, and most of all, she loved her mommy and daddy.
On December 6th 2010, after we had taken Nellie to the vet following a bad nosebleed, we got the most tragic news of our lives. Our little girl had a very rare nasal carcinoma, which accounts for maybe 2% of cancer in all dogs. We were told that it was a particularly aggressive type of cancer, and we should expect that Nellie would only have about 2-3 months to live. We were devastated. We knew time would be short, but we were determined to make the best of it and make sure Nellie stayed as comfortable as possible.
Nellie showed her true spirit and heart by defying the expectations. She made it through Christmas, made it to her 11th birthday, and made it through both of our birthdays. She made it nearly 9 months, but on August 23, 2011, Nellie suffered 2 nearly consecutive seizures, which she had never had before. We rushed her to the vet where it was determined that the tumor was growing and putting pressure on her brain.
She had been a great fighter, but we knew that she did not deserve to suffer. We made the hardest, most gut-wrenching decision of our lives to put her down that night. She went peacefully in the arms of her Mommy as I had my hand on her. It was the place she would have wanted the most to be when it was time for her to go.
Her loss has left a crater in our hearts and a void in our home. However, through the sadness, we are filling the holes in our hearts and the void of our home with memories of her. Her pictures. Her toys. Tributes to her. Memories of the joy she brought us for 11 years are healing us. She may be gone in body, but she will remain forever in spirit and she will be a part of our hearts until the day we die. We will always love you, Nellie.
Speciale (Born August 2, 1997 - September 17, 2009) Sorry I had to leave you in a certain kind of way But I had a friend to say he needed me today I didn't have time to call or even say goodbye For this friend of mine was in a hurry So I didn't even try I knew you'd understand because that's the way you are Don't worry about the distance because it's really not that far Don't wait up for me, and please don't cry Besides, you didn't hear me say goodbye Speciale was my baby. I had Speciale since he was six weeks old. He was so spoiled; he enjoyed going for rides, meeting other canines. His favorite thing was cuddling with me. He will be truly missed. - Camille Fitchette ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Penelope Jane (Born March 21, 2000 - August 17, 2013) Penelope Jane was a birthday gift to me from my bride. Little did we know she would be a gift to everyone that ever met her. "Friendly" was Penny's middle name... and she cuddled like no other. At 7 years old we decided Penny could use a friend, so we rescued a Beagle/Basset we named Paisley. After about a week or so, the two of them had bonded and were always together. At 9 years old, Penny got cancer and went downhill fast, but with meds and a lot of attention she recovered and kept on trucking. At 12 years old, Penny got a life changing present; I brought home yet another Beagle! Daisy was a crazy puppy that would constantly bug the heck out of Penny, which was fun to watch at times, but they too bonded as Paisley and Penny had before. These three sisters spent many a day all lying together, relaxing, running around the backyard, and howling like mad upon my return home from work everyday. Shortly after Daisy's arrival, Penny started to slow down in every way, but that puppy kept her going. Finally at the age of 13-1/2, Penelope Jane started to show real signs that the cancer that was still in her was running its course. Rest In Peace old girl; rest in peace. - Raymond J. Pfister ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Born August 2, 1997 - September 17, 2009)
Sorry I had to leave you in a certain kind of way
But I had a friend to say he needed me today
I didn't have time to call or even say goodbye
For this friend of mine was in a hurry
So I didn't even try
I knew you'd understand because that's the way you are
Don't worry about the distance because it's really not that far
Don't wait up for me, and please don't cry
Besides, you didn't hear me say goodbye
Speciale was my baby. I had Speciale since he was six weeks old. He was so spoiled; he enjoyed going for rides, meeting other canines. His favorite thing was cuddling with me. He will be truly missed.
- Camille Fitchette
(Born March 21, 2000 - August 17, 2013)
Penelope Jane was a birthday gift to me from my bride. Little did we know she would be a gift to everyone that ever met her. "Friendly" was Penny's middle name... and she cuddled like no other. At 7 years old we decided Penny could use a friend, so we rescued a Beagle/Basset we named Paisley.
After about a week or so, the two of them had bonded and were always together. At 9 years old, Penny got cancer and went downhill fast, but with meds and a lot of attention she recovered and kept on trucking. At 12 years old, Penny got a life changing present; I brought home yet another Beagle!
Daisy was a crazy puppy that would constantly bug the heck out of Penny, which was fun to watch at times, but they too bonded as Paisley and Penny had before. These three sisters spent many a day all lying together, relaxing, running around the backyard, and howling like mad upon my return home from work everyday.
Shortly after Daisy's arrival, Penny started to slow down in every way, but that puppy kept her going. Finally at the age of 13-1/2, Penelope Jane started to show real signs that the cancer that was still in her was running its course.
Rest In Peace old girl; rest in peace.
- Raymond J. Pfister
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