Lady - Loving memory 1995-2006


Dachshund/Beagle
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Home:Cleveland, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Ladybaby, Ladybug, Ladybird, Ladybagle, Tummy Slut

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Birthday:
October 1st 1995

Likes:
Tummy rubs, stuffed squeeky toys, chicken jerkey

Pet-Peeves:
People getting too close to her window

Favorite Toy:
Her stuffed squirrel and stuffed camel

Favorite Food:
Chicken jerkey and Baby Carrots

Favorite Walk:
Walking around the pool in Grandma and Grandpa's backyard

Best Tricks:
Sitting up to beg and rolling over on her back for a tummy rub

Arrival Story:
Lady was a rescue I adopted from Special Pals, Houston, TX, in June 1996.

Bio:
Lady developed an auto-immune disease and passed away on April 1, 2006. She is greatly missed

Forums Motto:
I was a momma's girl and always will be

The Groups I'm In:
! ♥ Protected Pooches ♥ !, !!!! SQUIRRELS! (And other small animals we all love to chase), "DOGSTERHOLICS", ♥Mixed Breeds Rule!♥, (For the love of) SQUEAKY TOYS!!!, ♥A TEAM♥, *¨¨*DOGGIE CONNECTION*¨¨*, Concerned Owners for Vaccination Education, Divalicious Diva Dawgs and Pawsome Stud Muffin Dawgs, Dogs with boyfriends or girlfriends on Dogster.com, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Immune Mediated Hemolytic Anemia (aka IMHA or AIHA), Myspace Dog Show - an online dog show!, Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies, Rescued Puppies with Great Rescue Stories, Taters "LETS HELP FIND MISSING PETS"., ^*^Over The Rainbow^*^

The Last Forum I Posted In:
It's hypothyroidism!

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Duchess Ladybaby the Convincing of Walk upon Water
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 18th 2006 More than 8 years!

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Dogster Id:
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Meet my family
Lola Bella -
CGC
BG - CGC - RIP
1997-2010
Suzie Q - CGCSidney
MoJoBeauty - RIP
2005-2011
Sammy

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My Diary


Rainbow Bridge

April 1st 2010 2:52 pm
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It's been 4 years today since I left my mom to cross the Rainbow Bridge. I miss her every day and I know she still misses me. I'm happy that she has my two sisters Lola and Suzie Q to comfort her when she misses me, and now when she misses my sister BG, who joined me here at the bridge on March 30, 2010. Don't worry mom, I'm happy and healthy and I"m taking care of BG, showing her around and introducing her to many new friends. She's now young and healthy again too. I know she misses grandma and grandpa very much and you can tell them that we are together and we are waiting till the day all of you join us!

Love you mom!
Lady and BG

 

Christmas at the shelter

December 10th 2008 12:40 pm
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CHRISTMAS AT THE SHELTER
author unknown

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
we hope every minute that someone will care.

They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!
But now we sit here and think of the days..
we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways.

Once we were little, then we grew and we grew -
now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,
they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?

We jump on the children, don't come when they call,
we bark when they leave us, climb over the wall.
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.

If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...
we'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse -left to roam-
now we're tired and lonely and out of a home

They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye...
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now here we are, all confused and alone...
in a shelter with others who long for a home.

The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer...
we know that they wonder how long we'll be here.

We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads..
of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears --
our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.

If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn --
could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year --
can you give more than hope to everyone here?

Please make a donation to pay for the heat...
and help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
and more of us will, if more people will give.

 

How could you?

April 14th 2008 12:41 pm
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When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you´d shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"...but then you´d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person", still I
welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would´ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You´ve made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son´s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don´t let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I´m so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn´t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

 
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