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the Goat, Chaser Man, The Mountain Goat
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February 1st 2004
he liked to climb up and down fences and jump out of car windows
he was very particular about food
raw hide chewies
anywhere there was space to race like the wind
he could speak up for his food
I had Chaser Creamated and he waits for me to come and pick him up. I have not settled into a permanant home yet, but hoping that a trailer home that is being given to me, will become just that, a home. for a very long time to come. Don't know a thing about them but I am going to learn. Chaser will have a proud and honored place for him to look over his family in this new home of ours, so pray that all goes well and life will be good to us from now on.
CHASER IS GONE but his spirit lives on with us, Bandit, Angel, Nova and Peanut. Each one of us have grown a little with his passing. I, his human mom, adopted him from the Boulder City Animal Control office about 5 years ago. He was the only tall and skinny fellow I had. He always carried that "Andy Warhol " look about him, when his hair grew out like it is in this photo. But when I had him cut all the way down, he looks like a miniture poodle with a short nose. Everyone mistook him for just that a Poodle. But he was not. He was a Maltipoo. And great one at that. He was my comforter when I was sick, my snuggle bunny when he was cold or scarred. A mountain climber by heart. He would jump out of my van window just to get to me anytime I took him anywhere or sat on the dash of my van waiting for me to come out. He was so scared I would leave him behind but it was he that left me and his family behind to find a better place in heaven. Through traffic, rush hour, mud, dirt, stickers and thorns, he stayed alive only to be taken from us a few yards from the house. He is now in a little box at the pet cematery waiting for me to come get him. I have not the heart to go get him. I still cry after a month of grieving. Even knowing his is on his way to another family in another form to give the love he has for me and my family to another. I hope he finds the right one that does not dump him like the last one did. I still feel responsible for his death but he taught himself how to climb a chain link fence a couple of years ago and there was no stopping him from that point on. If i turned my back even for a split second, over he went and being disabled, i could not follow him. I could just pray he would come home safe. he is not climbing my fence anymore but he is racing over the Rainbow to a safe and warm place for now. I hope he meets up with Bubbles, Tubby and Snoopy there.
Instead of being tall and shapely, he is now, the size of a small URN with his ashes inside.
look at me, i am the king of the hill
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|January 23rd 2009
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