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| November 18, 1992 - June 12, 2002 "Wherever a beautiful soul has been, there is a trail of beautiful memories." Of all the dogs in all the hearts in all of Iowa, she had to creep into mine where she will stay forevermore. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of her and miss her. As often happens with Rott pups, the tiny, fuzzy, bundle became bigger than her first family anticipated and they gave her up. She found herself at the mercy of one who beat her and starved her, intending to make her the 'baddest Rott in Iowa.' Instead, she became Lady’s protegee and best friend, trusting in her first after we’d brought Kahlua into our home as our first rescue. She became the other half of a ‘Rottie bookend’, answering in a flash to "Lets go girls!" and grew to be well loved by all who met her. She and I attended West Virginia Canine College together where other students often asked to borrow her for class exercises, dubbing her the "Mighty Kahlua" for her ecstatic body wag of endless energy and heart. Besides being sweet, smart and comical, she was a Mama-dog extraordinaire. She taught me the most important of life lessons: Be Patient; Forgive; Let go of the past and learn to trust the Now; Sleep Well, Eat Well, Love Well; Play with your kids, no matter how big they get. Never show your teeth when a good woof will do; always show you are glad and grateful. If ever a dog were to offer grace before eating, it was Kahlua. She seemed to never forget her days of near starvation and savored every morsel. When she began to leave more and more of her meals, I knew something was terribly wrong. and back up to Avondale we went. In April, Kahlua was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia , a blood cancer with a poor prognosis and often non responsive to treatment. I chose to make her remaining time as comfortable and happy as possible. We went for rides to anywhere, everywhere and nowhere in particular. She had a 2 month remission in which we made the very most of every day, including her star visit to a Special Needs school during Police Week. With only Prednisone, antibiotics and a supplement, she seemed to be doing all right; but in June, her appetite again waned, she began to have trouble breathing and coughed much of the night. For her last car ride, she lay still and silent, a shadow of herself. I knew it would be for me to make the heart shattering decision: to cut the final leash, send her off through the Field of Dreams toward Rainbow Bridge. "She brought such laughter to my home, and richness to my days... A constant friend through joy or loss, with gentle loving ways. Companion, pal and confidante, a rare and precious pearl; She’ll be here always in my heart, my sweet "Forever Girl." Kahlua and I will have a place on the Honor Wall at Loving Rest in Indianola next to Lady and Jim. ~ Nancy |
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| Our beloved Eddie was diagnosed with osteosarcoma on October 27, 2003 at four-years of age. We made the decision to have her front right leg amputated one month later, on November 30th. By January 2004, she had completed 6 sessions of chemotherapy and her lungs remained clear for 6 months.
In June of 2004 we noticed a small lump on her chest. A new tumor had attached to her chest plate and was inoperable. Within a month, it had grown to the size of large grapefruit and she stopped eating. She grew very weak and we let our Baby go on July 12, 2004; she had just turned five-years-old. Our angel Eddie will live in our hearts forever. ~ Gary and Armin |
| I lost my big Chow Chow/Malamute boy Teddy on September 25, 2004, at the young age of three. He had a rare form of bone cancer (multilobular bone tumor) that had grown on the base of his skull. This form of bone cancer occurs on the flat bones of the skull and is slower growing than appendicular bone cancer (osteosarcoma) and can invade the brain. We were in the beginning stages of "fighting the good fight" and had planned radiation treatments for Teddy; sadly, he died from complications during a craniectomy (skull surgery) to remove the tumor. Teddy was a very dear soul and will be greatly missed. ~ Barbara, Ron, Daisy, Jasmine & Murphy |
| I rescued Ace when he was just three-years-old....He was truly a miracle! He survived laryngeal paralysis, bladder stones, a bleeding ulcer, and a leiomyosarcoma. He'd had numerous surgeries, biopsies, blood draws, ultrasounds, etc. He alwyas loved all of the doctors, technicians and others involved in his medical care and treatment. He bounced back better and stronger after each obstacle. But in the end a hemangiosarcoma had wrapped itself around his aorta and Ace was put to rest on 9/6/03 at almost 15-years of age. He was my buddy and my best friend, and also my favorite Colts fan! ~Anita |
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| My sweet Bullet was diagnosed with lymphoma in July of 2000 at the age of 9. After a course of chemo, he maintained complete remission for 4 years and 4 months. Bullet died, cancer-free, at the age of 13 years and 8 months. The love of my life and the dog of my dreams, Bullet's soul has become so merged with my own that I know he will be with me forever.
Thank you Amber for providing this memorial page. It helps to be able to share our stories. ~ Laurie Kaplan |
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| Cisco was so brave, loyal, devoted and smart. He was simply adored by us. Cisco was my heart, as well as my brother and parents' heart. I have never seen a more gorgeous and protective boy as our Cisco. We never knew his birthday so we made it January 1st. Had he lived he would have made it to 6 years of age. Cisco was found as a puppy by a person who could not keep him. Two homes later, we were asked if we would like to adopt a Rottie; of course we did! My other Rottie Midnight, had died in June Cisco was diagnosed with osteosarcoma around the second week of November 2004 and died the next month on December 19th 2004 at home around 9:20 am with his loving family by his side. He meant the world to us. ~ Karen |
| Jake, a little black and tan angel who entered our lives in the summer of 1994 and who became a real angel on March 18, 2004. He was diagnosed with osteosarcoma in his front left leg on December 10, 2003, at the age of 9 years 7 months. We decided to have his leg amputated even though many though he was 'too old and too big'. I knew in my heart Jake had the spirit to fight and that he would want to do just that. It was not easy, but he proved to many naysayers that "you can teach an old dog new tricks." In less than three weeks, he was dragging me for walks! But then came that fateful day, January 7, 2004, a day that would change the course of our journey. He received his second chemotherapy treatment that day and due to vet error, he ended up in kidney failure. For two very long and harrowing months, he fought kidney failure on top of the cancer. He gave it everything he had and throughout it all, never once ever showed anything but love to everyone, including the vets. He fought hard, but in the end, kidney failure would win. On March 18, 2004, we said goodbye to our hero Jake. A dog who showed the world that Rottweilers can be the most loving creatures in the world. We love you Jake and will miss you all the days of our life. Loving you forever……….. ~ Mommy, Daddy, Jimmy Jr. & Brianna |
| Our Saint Bernard Sampson, was born on February 3rd, 1995. We adopted him when he was 4 years-old. Throughout his life, Sampson was such a trouper. He only had one eye, but could see more than most out of that one eye. Sampson had to deal with various health issues in his young life, including being tested positive for heartworm (he came to us that way) and having continual problems with hot spots. But throughout everything, he continued to love to his fullest and was always very upbeat. Sampson was diagnosed with osteosarcoma in his right front leg on August 9, 2003. He died three month later at home on his own, on November 19, 2003. Sampson died of a blood clot to the heart. Ironically the cancer did not take his life. Sampson's quiet gentleness touched so many lives, and he loved unconditionally. In the short time we had Sampson he taught us so much, but the best thing we learned from him was the absolute true meaning of love. We miss him more than words can say, and we love him so....... ~ Dee, Al, and Bailey |
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| Precious Bruno: 7/14/97 - 12/23/04 In memory of my brave hero who lost his fight with osteosarcoma. Bruno was the cutest, smartest, friendliest dog I have ever had. Through amputation, chemo and lung mets , Bruno fought hard and he did get over one year of quality life after his diagnosis of cancer. He taught many vets many things. He taught us that you can live with cancer. He is forever in the hearts of many and was a true inspiration to other dogs facing this disease. He loved to dress up in coats and winter booties and especially Party Hats! He was 140 pounds of pure love. Seeing as he was my hero I played a song called Wind Beneath My Wings on the day of his release as his family and friends were by his side. The words of that song say it all. Mr Bruno, we love you and we miss you .Please toss me down some pennies from heaven. I look for them often. Godspeed sweet boy, Thank you ,Thank you, Thank God for you, The Wind Beneath My Wings. ~ Love, Jenny |
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| Vuja was born on August 29, 1989 and died on July 11, 2002. He was diagnosed with a grade II mast cell tumor in June of 2001. He lived a year after his diagnosis. I shall not see the likes of him again. It took Vuja 4 days to potty train as a puppy. The minute the light bulb went off in his head that that was what I wanted, he began to hold his water. And thus was it ever so: my friend did his best to discover what I wanted, and, unlike anyone else in my life, consistently strove to make me happy. I will never forget his bounding over my north Seattle fence in the fall of 1991 to attack a prowler who was breaking into my elderly neighbor's house, or the time when he surprised a mugger in Seattle's volunteer parking by knocking him over from behind as he pulled a knife on me. Vuja had a temper with select individuals: he hated the mailman and treed him a couple of times.
Vuja had a good life, hiking when a young dog in the Olympic Mountains of the state of Washington,enjoying swimming with his Saluki friends at Seattle's Magnuson Park, and playing hall monitor and defender of smaller dogs at the Volunteer Park off-leash area. Vuja loved his cats, and most of them loved him and I think Tina has even forgiven him for herding her like a sheep when she was a young cat. Vuja is the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I think of before I go to bed every night. ~ Jay Adams Feuer |
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| Sweet Pea came to live with us in August, 1999 at the approximate age of three. She was still recovering
from a bad case of Demodex and had been treated for it by her foster parents for almost two years following her
rescue from a veterinarian whom was given orders to put her to sleep. She was abandoned previously as a pup in
the parking lot of a local Humane Society.
It didn't take long for Sweet Pea to win both of our hearts completely. She had a personality more like that of a person, than a dog. She would turn and give you her back if she felt offended about something, and it was up to US to make up before she would respond again. That winter, just as she seemed to be making a full recovery from the Demodex, we received the heartbreaking news that she had developed Squamous cell carcinoma. Somewhat naively, we were determined to try to cure her and spent the following 15 months or so making countless trips to Cleveland, Detroit, and Pittsburgh for various radiation and chemotherapy treatments and surgery. Even after her surgery which resulted in the removal of her back right leg, she still showed spunkiness and her quality of life actually improved for a while. Finally, on April 6th, 2001 following additional surgery, she passed away at home in Kathleen's arms at the all too young age of 4 1/2. We have since adopted another Frenchie Gabby, whom we love very much. But a corner of our hearts still aches for our little fawn friend that we had for only 20 months. ~ Frank & Kathleen Gavlak |
| Duncan was almost three years old when I found a tumor on his left upper gum. The tumor turned out to be a squamous cell carcinoma, and he had a jaw resection in December of 2002. He lost six teeth, a small part of his upper left jaw and the nasal turbinate in his left nostril. The vet did not think he would survive more than a year, but the good news is that she was wrong! He is now over two years post diagnosis and is doing great. He was lucky in that he did not have to undergo chemo or radiation as the vet was able to get clean surgical margins when she did the jaw resection. He also has very little noticeable deficit, thanks to the skill of his surgeon. Each time Duncan goes in for a check up, the surgeon smiles a lot! Success stories for cancer in Flat Coat Retrievers is pretty rare. This picture is of Duncan on our patio in Nevada. He looks like his is posing, but he is just enjoying the view and the weather. This picture was taken about a year after his surgery. He will be five in February of 2005. We hope to share many more birthdays with him! ~ Jane |
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| Anyone who met Rottweiler K-9 Lady, came to know just how special she was. Lady was a trained passive response K-9 who sniffed out illegal substances as well as located weapons and U.S. currency. She served communities far and wide, not only with her special search skills, but her memorable motto, "KeepYour Paws Off Drugs!" My husband Jim was her trainer and handler. Jim would say "She’s so smart,...she trains me, I believe..." They had been a team since Lady was 7 weeks of age and for nearly 9 years they were always together; they forged a forever-bond that was powerful to behold. Lady was recognized for her service to numerous law enforcement agencies in Southern Iowa and Northern Missouri and also visited thousands of school and civic group members nationwide. In early 2000, Lady began to limp. Initial x-rays in March revealed osteosarcoma. In April, the diagnosis of OSA was confirmed through more x-rays and a bone biopsy. She underwent a successful amputation surgery of her left front leg on May 16, and was ready to go home just two days later. She began chemotherapy on June 5 and 6, but on June 8, she was rushed back to the hospital as her doctors and technicians tried rescue remedies, transfusions and IV’s in efforts to ease the complications brought on by the chemo. Although she helped fight the war on drugs, Lady did not win her battle with cancer. Despite the best efforts of a medical team who had come to love and admire her, Lady passed away on Sunday June 18, Father’s Day. It would be the last Father’s Day Jim or Lady would ever see. When Lady passed away, the "pawprint-shaped hole on our hearts" weighed most heavily on Jim. In the days following her death, Jim spoke of her last hours when he would sit with her and pray for her to survive. "I told God if he could give her one more year, then he could have us both." And so it came to pass; on November 14, Jim died of a heart attack. Lady had been cremated 5 months earlier, which was Jim’s wish as well. The service held on November 18 was for both Jim and Lady; their ashes side by side amidst the florals, wreaths and tributes. Lady (8/22/91 - 6/18/00 and Jim (12/2/30 - 11/14/00). Guardians on earth, and now my Guardian Angels. Jim and Lady were interred together at the K-9 Honor Wall on June 30th 2001. ~ Nancy |
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| Jesse was born in September of 1991. On October 13, 2004, at the age of 13, she was diagnosed with transitional cell carcinoma, which had developed and blocked her urethra. Unfortunately, Jesse's tumor was
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treatment in hopes of shrinking the tumor. However, the cancer continued to spread even as Jesse's condition appeared to improve. Jesse was brave and maintained a strong zest for life during her treatment...right up to the last moment. She passed away on November 30, 2004.
For over 13 years, Jesse was my constant companion. She was exceedingly playful, smart and affectionate. She was a true character and the center of my universe. She loved to hike and hunt for squirrels and birds or just lie on the grass as the sky went pink at sunset. I miss and love her greatly. ~ David Robinson |
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| September, 1997 was when we made the decision to find an Australian Shepherd puppy. I’ve always admired the herding breeds, did my research and wanted a tri-color female. I found a lovely little one. Before leaving, I noticed three blue merle puppies (the color I never wanted!) sitting in their kennel. I stood looking at one in particular, and he quietly looked back, sticking his little paw out of the kennel, as if trying to reach out to us. I walked over and spoke to this beautiful green-eyed boy. That was it! “Duncan” chose us and was on his way to become a member of our family.Duncan enjoyed camping from the beginning. Duncan was a camp dog extraordinaire and I can't say enough good things about him. He'd been a wonderful friend and companion. I don't think there has ever been another being who made it so clear about how happy he was to be in my company. I love camping out in our woods and so did he. His self-appointed job was campsite guardian and he so enjoyed chasing things real or imaginary out of our camp area and allowed me to feel safe when camping out alone.In March, 2003, Duncan developed a sporadic limp and in early April he was diagnosed with osteosarcoma....bone cancer of his right front leg. This news was devastating and was an indicator that this beautiful, loving dog was preparing to leave us. The following three months were the saddest of my life. Although Duncan was doing his best and enjoying life to the fullest, my heart was breaking and I look back and wish I could have been stronger for him, but it was so hard. He let me know that it was time to make the Bridge journey. My valiant dog was gone. I buried his ashes near our campsite and placed a very pretty large, blue rock over them. He'd have liked the location that I chose. http://www.geocities.com/aussietrib/duncan.html ~ Gail |
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shall know, for who but I can see you lie each night in the fire's glow? And who but I can reach my hand before we go to bed and feel the living warmth of you and touch your silken head? And only I walk woodland paths and see ahead of me, your small form racing with the wind, so young again and free. Only I can see you swim in every brook I pass and when I call, no one but I, can see the bending grass. ~ Author Unknown |
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| Kile was found in January 2003 with a melon sized
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Pet Connection foster mom and saved from the shelter and certain euthanasia. The tumor was removed, biopsied and found to be benign. In December of 2003, however, a second lump developed in the same area. In December and January of 2003/2004 Kile underwent a lumpectomy and a partial mastectomy. She was diagnosed with Metastatic mammary adenocarcinoma. Chemotherapy was not effective and the oncologist prescribed Tamoxifin and Peroxicam to slow down the progression of the disease. On April 17th 2005, as the result of a ruptured tumor, Kile went to the Rainbow Bridge. Pet Connection mourns her passing, and Debra will always cherish the memory of sweet Kile. She was a precious, brave and gentle soul. It was our honor to know and love her. ~ Julie Calfee The Pet Connection |
| Astro is our beautiful Border Collie who was diagnosed with Lymphoma in November 2004 at the age of seven. We felt a lump in her neck and decided to have it checked out. We were devistated to hear that it was probably cancer. A few days later, a biopsy confirmed our fear. We decided to start chemotherapy immediately. She had four successive days of treatment before starting with a weekly IV and daily pills. Her lymph nodes shrank back to normal within the first four days of treatment. Now, six months into treatment she has a monthly IV and shows no signs of cancer. She is even still able to compete in Agility. Astro lost her 14 1/2 month battle with lymphoma on February 9, 2006. We treasured every day that we were given with her. She fought hard until the end and we will miss her terribly. ~ Michelle |
| Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our lives. Yet, if they find warmth therein, who would begrudge them those years that they have so guarded? And whatever they take, be sure they have deserved. ~ John Galsworthy |
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Born: Aug. 17, 1990 Diagnosed with Nerve Root Cancer on June 30, 2005 We are fighting.... Nietzsche can't walk very well these days however, he is alert and involved with his family. We will fight the good fight and not give up easily. His life will be quality for as long as I can make it that way. He has been loved since the day of his birth by this family and will be loved always into eternity. He continues to enjoy life and we are going to find a cart for him to return to enjoying his favorite past time of walks in the neighborhood. Don't give up. ~ Dianne K. Perry, Ph.D. |
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talented skateboarder as well! People love to watch him skate in San Diego, where we live. They take pictures, pet him and even videotape him! Kai eats it up!! He's such a ham! Fortunately, Kai doesn't appear to be in any pain right now. He has, unfortunately, lost an incredible amount of weight due to his cancer (he has trouble keeping food down). He takes 4 types of medicine twice a day to help combat the vomiting. The vets say his cancer is inoperable, since it is in his stomach and possibly his intestines. They also told me he probably doesn't have much longer left with us. He's in great spirits though! Hopefully his pictures will make you smile like he does for us every day! ~ Jen |
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| This is Travis, my 11 1/2 year old Yorkie. Travis was diagnosed in June of 2005 with oral malignant melanoma. Despite the fact that he has heart and early stage kidney disease, the combination of medicine he is given daily helps him play and enjoy life. Travis’ cancer is inoperable due to his other health problems, so we are simply loving him day by day and happy to spend quality time with him. My vet calls Travis her "little trooper." ~ Lisa Sonny |
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September 24, 2000 - November 17, 2005 Chilly developed a limp in her left front leg in May. We decided to have her leg amputated and she bounced back from the surgery very well. We also decided to do 4 rounds of carboplatin chemotherapy but unfortunately the cancer spread to her lungs. She later developed a urinary tract infection that we had difficulty treating. She finally stopped eating and we helped her cross over the rainbow bridge. She was only 5 years old and she will be very dearly missed. ~ Manon Wathier |
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battle with cancer on December 24, 2005 at the very young age of
three. She battled osteosarcoma in her back right leg for
approximately three months. She endured amputation and two rounds of
chemotherapy; however, the cancer was very aggressive and she died of a result of
complications from a hurt back and cancer that had rapidly metastasized into her
lungs.
Even though it was a short time that we had this sweet and loving dog, we cherished each and every minute that we had with Savannah. She loved all people and all animals. She was kind to everyone who had the wonderful opportunity to know her. My favorite
memories are of her as a puppy running through the back yard doing her
"happy to be alive" bark. We are sure that she is doing that bark in
heaven right now. Even though Savannah is no longer with us,
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| My little girl Jessie was only eight years old in March of 2005 when she was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. What started off as a slight limp, ended with a heartbreaking diagnosis. A biopsy, x-rays and a catscan revealed a tumor in her left front leg. After discussing Jessie's prognosis and options, the treatment presented to me was to have her leg amputated and do chemothreapy. The cancer had not spread to Jessie's lungs, so without hesitation I chose to give her a chance to fight. Regardless of the cost and being given the odds, I felt I owed it to her to give her the best life I could with the time she had left. After the amputation the vets were amazed how quickly she bounced back after surgery. They said the morning after surgery she ran out of the kennel without any help. We started chemo shortly thereafter and for the next six months she went through her treatments without any complications. All of her doctors were amazed at how well she had done and what a fighter she was. In January 2006 the cancer came back in her lungs and there was nothing more that could be done. She kept on fighting until April 26, 2006 when she passed away in my arms in the home she loved and with the sisters she loved. I have no regrets about the decisions I made. Jessie had her last birthday and Christmas and she was able to enjoy another summer in her pool; even with three legs she still swam and sat in her float for hours everyday. Most importantly she had a good quality of life for the fourteen months she fought this horrible disease. I will never forget her and she will always live in my heart. I know one day we will be together again forever. ~ Jennifer |
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