Likes: sniffin' butts, car rides, ripping the stuffin' outta squeakys, catching Ghostie, licking WINston's ears until Mom stopped me
Pet-Peeves: Winston, our rescued English Bulldog, thought bugging me was just too much fun!!
Favorite Toy: Ghostie--a white rubber ghost I liked to catch mid-air while jumping on Mom's bed
Favorite Food: french fries, whip cream in a cup from my friends at Starbuck's drive-through
Favorite Walk: Mayslake DogPark until DuPage County set usage fee for out-of-county dogs at $250 :(
Best Tricks: I could speak on command, and I could wink ;) and I lounged around and relaxed like a pro!
Arrival Story: I was a puppy-mill puppy, just 8 weeks old. I struggled to the front of the cage to get past the bigger dogs. Mom held me and there was no putting me back--she took me home even though she had to leave on a business trip the next day. Mom stayed up with me all night, watching me as I slept & calming my fears about this new wonderful place. My new human brothers watched me that first week. Boy, that was fun--I had puppy-poops!!! When Mom & Dad came home, they couldn't see me, but they could hear me. When they came downstairs to the den they found my bros had gotten their baby play-pen down from the attic and had put me in it so they could leave the house (I didn't have a crate)! Hey, take me with you next time!
Remo developed idiopathic epilepsy before his third birthday. In 2003 he developed tumors in his nasal baffles. All the vets believed it was cancer, but a biopsy was inconclusive. Well, he made it past the four year mark, so it wasn't cancer. Best $1900 misdiagnosis ever!!
Bio: TO HONOR OUR BIG RED BOY...
On April 29, 2008 Remo was diagnosed with Renal Failure. With the help of our wonderful vet, Dr. Trudy Mullings, and daily sub-q fluids, we were very blessed to have an additional 2 1/2 months with our big red boy. We ask that any contributions made in his memory go to As Good as Gold--Golden Retriever Rescue of Northern Illinois. Since May 2003, As Good as Gold has rescued over 900 Golden Retrievers. At any given time, they have 30-35 dogs, males and females, from six months to upwards of 14 years of age; being cared for in the private homes of foster volunteers.
A wise man once said "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight". We choose to remember the day you came into our lives, not the terrible day that you left...
Born on June 2nd in a puppy mill, you were a survivor. You became our first "puppy". So many wonderful memories as you grew. Such a goofy, big, leggy Red Golden. You loved to play. You loved to sit. You loved to eat. You loved to ride in the car. You loved to go on walks. You loved to lay on the grass and watch the world go by. You loved to meet people, but loved meeting other dogs even more. You loved life. And we loved you.
Remo the Red, turning White, always True Blue! We celebrate your life and all the love you brought into ours. Happy 18th Birthday, beautiful boy...
One of our favorite memories of Remo was how he loved our son's ferrets, Clarke and Belle. He was introduced to them at a very young age, and was taught "don't you hurt that baby". Remo understood that meant he had to lay down and play gently with whatever animal was around.
Remo loved to play hide and seek with Belle and Clarke. We would first prepare the playing field by lining up all of the dining room chairs along the wall of the hallway, and by making other "safe passage" barriers between furniture. Then we'd let Clarke and Belle out to roam.
The ferrets would scurry through the house behind the chairs, furniture and other barriers. Remo would follow them, half crawling on his belly, frantic to keep up, until they all made it into the living room. Then Belle and Clarke would have their fun. Ferret #1 would sneak up behind Remo and do the Happy Ferret Dance, bouncing around complete with an excited vocalization of "shnuck-shnuck-shnuck". Remo would whirl around on his belly and chase Ferret #1 back under the couch, table or chair. He'd lay there whining, tail wagging furiously, nose pressed up to whatever piece of furniture the ferret dashed under.
Then it was Ferret #2's turn to sneak up behind Remo, do the Happy Ferret Dance, cheering "shnuck-shnuck-shnuck". Remo whirls, chases Ferret #2 underneath something. Then Ferret #1 sneaks out... shnuck-schnuck-shnuck... whirl... chase... whine... Then Ferret #2. Then Ferret #1. Then Ferret #2. Around and around and around Remo would go! They would play this game until Belle and Clarke were tuckered out and then, like all ferrets, they'd drop right where they were and go to sleep.
It was really something to see these tiny little creatures spin 89 lb Remo around like a top. Remo the Red, Whirlin' Dervish...
Several years ago, sweet Maxi, #490032, wrote me to say that like me, Remo the Red turning White, she was now Maxi the Yellow, turning white. I wrote back to say, no, never just a simple yellow, you are Maxi the Gold, turning white.
Now dear Maxi has received her angel's wings. I, and the rest of the Chicago Crew of Angels, welcome her to the Bridge. And to her family, we wish
Of a running wave to you
Of the flowing air to you
Of the quiet earth to you
Of the shining stars to you
Of the gentle night to you
Moon and stars
Pour their healing light on you
Deep peace to you
Say hello to that first bright shining star each night--it is sweet Maxi watching down on all of you.