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Virgil (12/31/1991-02/04/2006)

Basset Hound
Picture of Virgil (12/31/1991-02/04/2006), a male Basset Hound

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Home:Central Coast, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Virgil (12/31/1991-02/04/2006)

Virg, Handsome, Virgie, Virgil Man

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

December 31st 1991

Making his humans open the door for him.

When his human's don't move fast enough to open the door.

Favorite Toy:
The door. Just kidding. It's his Booda ball

Favorite Food:
Frosty Paws

Favorite Walk:
Around HIS block

Best Tricks:
Speaking loud and whispering on command

Arrival Story:
We went to the breeders to see the last puppy available from a litter, a big red and white male they called " Otis". When we arrived at the house I sat on the floor of the living room and the breeder let all the puppies in. Immediately a small tri colored puppy came up to me and planted himself on my lap. I kept looking at Otis, the available puppy, as he played with the other pups but just wasn't feeling that tug of the heartstrings. But looking down at the little tri puppy on my lap I felt it. The breeder, almost as an afterthought, told me that the home he was supposed to go to had called earlier that day and backed out. He was available if I wanted him. Heck yes I wanted him, he had stole my heart the minute he came into my lap. My husband wanted to name our new puppy Floyd but something told me this dogs name was Virgil. My husband had to wait 11 more years for his boy named Floyd.

Virgil is a multi talented award winning hound at the Basset Hound Club of Southern California's Annual Picnic. Awards include: Tailing Wagging, Saddest Face, Howling...

Forums Motto:
WOOF! Open the door!

When Virgil was 9 years old we nearly lost him. His body had a toxic reaction to something, never could pinpoint what, and we fought a hard, long battle to keep him alive. Finally there was nothing more we could do and we said our final goodbyes. Until... I had a change of heart and decided I needed to take him home for one more night. Somehow, there is no medical explanation, he made a full recovery. Each and every day we had with him for the next four and a half years was a gift from God.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 9th 2005 More than 10 years!

I Was In The:
See me in Dogster's 2005 Holiday Picture Party!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
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(3/03/1994 -
China MoonCyrus

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May 24th 2007 4:48 pm
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Virgil, my Basset Hound was 9 years of age,
When through his strong body a fever did rage.
I was told he’d not make it even through the night,
Death was now imminent, his end was in sight.

I rushed home from vacation on my vet’s urgent call,
Climbed into his kennel where I remained with him all
Through the night as he hung on to life,
His breathing quite shallow, his body in strife.

In the following four weeks, he struggled to endure;
I can hardly remember, it now seems like a blur.
Transfusions, forced feedings, and medicines galore,
My living room a triage and I wished I had more.

With a wag of his tail, I knew he would strive
To brave this endeavor and for me stay alive.
Hundreds of well wishers, much love, and more prayers
Poured in from Daily Droolers as if he was theirs.

With blood vessels collapsing, vital organs shutting down,
I then felt it might be to the bridge he was bound.
Though the vets tried their best; his time had now come,
But tearfully I then knew that he had to come home

To spend one more night, his love there to share,
He’d return in the morning and he would die there.
He was carried inside, made comfortable as could be,
We cooked one more steak as a fond memory.

He took a few bites which I knew wouldn’t stay,
But hold them he did in his stomach that day.
The next morning he arose his bladder to relieve,
The first time he had walked in three weeks, I believe.

For the next two weeks from my hand he was fed
Little bits at a time, he was supposed to be dead.
I slept with my arm on him all through the night,
Perhaps winning the battle, and maybe each fight.

Then one week later he barked at the cat,
His very first sound and I then knew that
Moment he barked, I knew we had won.
My Virgil was back as when he’d begun.

Two weeks had gone by, we returned to the vet,
Virgil walked in so proudly as astonished eyes met
A quite recovered dog who was given no chance,
Of a successful recovery and his life to advance.

No reasons were offered why Virgil lived on,
Except one thing for sure, as I, a determined one,
Willed him to live and just wouldn’t give in,
And Basset Hound lovers had all prayed for him.

Every day I awoke, he was there by my side,
For 4 1/2 more years he remained to abide.
As God’s gift I was bound in unconditional love
Now blessing my life as was sent from above.

Finally, he left me after 14 1/2 years,
My eyes became drenched from emotional tears.
His memory will forever remain in my heart,
My miracle dog I had known from the start.

But love will not die as we mortal beings,
Love is forever as eternity brings
Loved ones together for the rest of their days,
My Virgil is included for now and always.

- Written by my friend Tom, as told by my mom


Virgil is with the Angels

February 5th 2006 10:15 pm
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December 31, 1991-Febuary 4, 2006

Saturday, Feb. 4 just before midnight we helped our dear sweet Virgil pass over the Rainbow Bridge. He was beautiful in life and he was so beautiful and peaceful when he passed.

Rest in Peace sweet Angel man, God how we love you

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