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Dogs lives are too short. Their only fault, really. -Agnes Sligh Turnbull
Bonnie Jean’s had barely begun.
5/2016 – 9/2016
Life can be very unfair sometimes, and still cannot believe that our baby left us so soon. All my thoughts about all our love that we gave him during that month he spent with us are melting when I remember how he was looking at us when we were saying goodbye. He was loved very, very much. He came to us and made the way to our hearts from the first second. And he will be in our hearts forever. I know he is watching us from the Rainbow Bridge and running free with Patrick, two broken tails.
3/27/2003 – 8/28/2016
Conan was our handsome, big-headed Scottie boy. He was always on the lookout for anything that needed to be scared away and his loud barking made even us jump. He had little time for play, although his sweetie wheatie sister invited him often. If he was awake, he was all business in looking for varmints. Outside, he had a well-worn path where he’d race from one side of the house to the other to bark at passing dogs. Unfriendly to most other dogs, he loved people and would race excitedly through the house when anyone came to visit. He was a masterful sitter-upper and we sorely miss being his slaves. What a guy!!
09/15/2003 – 08/20/2016
Sweet Rosie. Your floppy ears endeared you to all who met you. You ate the trellis, and the metal drain spout and your teeth marks are forever in the deck railing. Mostly you left a floppy eared Scottie shaped hole in our hearts.
Her name was Honey, but we could never just say Honey……it was Honey Bunny. Honey was a one person Scottie. After 7 years in the puppy mill she had great trust issues, and though Frank did his best to woo her, she would only come to him if it was storming.
She loved any toy with a squeaker for it was her job to tear it out and make it stop. She loved to play chase with Conan, but it was hard to entice him very often. Her favorite treat was a Greenie which she would excitedly run off with to be alone. Our favorite keepsake of her is some of her beautiful blonde hair…..it never fails to bring a smile of remembrance of our special little girl who always met us at the door with a wagging tail. Love you, Honey Bunny, and miss you.
Peggy Sue, along with 8 other Arkansas Scotties, was rescued in 2013 from deplorable conditions in a breeding shed shared by various breeds of dogs and several hundred exotic birds. Shortly after, Peggy Sue had 9 puppies that she was too weak and too sick to raise on her own since she was heartworm positive. She had several blood transfusions, and was clinging to life. Her puppies were lovingly bottle fed around-the-clock by surrogate human moms. Peggy Sue rallied and settled into foster care to continue to recuperate. Her puppies all survived and were adopted to loving homes. Peggy Sue was adopted by her foster mom, Re.
Life dealt Peggy Sue a losing hand, but she played the cards she was given and came out a winner! She learned about soft beds, kind hands, good food, social events, parties, road trips, and friends – both skin and fur. Peggy Sue was declared Queen of the Door County Scottie Rally in 2014, and she wore her crown with pride. Her sweet disposition and gentle nature won the hearts of all who were privileged to know her.
Like so many mill dogs, Peggy Sue went from a living hell to enjoying the life that all dogs deserve, and she savored every moment. We’re sad that she has left us, but her memory lives on in her 9 puppies and in our hearts.
Archie arrived in rescue March 2014. He had such a spring in his step and happy attitude that the 2 vets he saw both thought he was around 4 years old. When he made his way to the eye specialist for his poor vision, it was determined he was closer to 12 years old. Archie lived the last two years of his life as a cherished and loved member of his family.
We got Schatzi, a rescue pup, about 5 years ago. We got her as a companion for our old girl, Maggie (also a rescue). From the start, she had a real personality and was a quick learner. I also looked forward to her running to greet me every day as I came home from work. She would love being around us and even took to strangers (a very unusual Scottie). She was our 4th Scotty and really a favorite. When she was 3, she started not eating and when we took her to the vets, we were heartbroken to find that she had chronic liver disease. Thanks to the good work of our vets, we got another two years but, at age 5, we lost her. Each of our Scotties had their own personality – but she truly was something special even though she was only with us for 5 years.
Mac went peacefully to sleep on Monday, February 29th, 2016 after a short battle with kidney disease. Mac was a gentle soul. He liked hanging by himself but on occasion he would break down and play with his siblings! He loved to play fetch with me and his Kong ball, loved to go for walks and loved barking in the yard at whatever he felt like barking at! J Mac’s favorite place to sleep was next to Rick in the recliner. It was his spot and everyone knew not to dare try take it! Our home is not the same without him. He was one special Scottie. He came into our lives at a time when we needed him and we will never forget him.
We had to let our little girl go over the rainbow bridge. This was such a hard decision for us because she was so young. She never got a chance at a long, healthy life. Because we loved her so much we let her go. There is an empty spot in our home. This little girl was so full of personality. We called her “the boss”. She always told the rest of us what to do. We will always miss & remember her fondly.
In 2006, a small Scottie girl with a ninja-type attitude came into our lives. She was just growing out a full coat of hair from an almost hairless state after being found roaming the streets of Granite City, IL. We were always reminded of what must have been a scary life for her when we petted her and felt the pellets under her skin where she had been shot. She rarely cuddled but we called her our little “teddy bear”. The vet said she suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress
Disorder and vet visits were never easy. But in spite of all of that, Hannah lived almost 10 years with us in her own “Hannah World” where she was happy. Her passing has left a huge emptiness in our house – we will see you again someday – – our Hannah Banana.
The house is quiet without SuzieQ. She had this way of welcoming you home by bouncing up and down (all four feet off the ground) and barking…until she got her carrot. She loved to snuggle and learned to survey any place Randy sat for crumbs. Everyone loved her coloring and she loved everyone she met. I am missing her snuggling in bed in the morning. She had to push herself right up into your back. She was one of a kind and we miss her so. Fly high little girl.
My Cubbie from Heaven
One day Vicki contacted me. She said she had a Scottie, and was I available to foster? I said yes. I bless the day Vicki brought her to me. There at my door stood the sweetest little girl I have ever known. She looked up at me with her soft little eyes, and put her paws on my knees. I was in love with her before we got into the house. She was a shy baby, and would crawl on her belly to come to me. Over time she came to know that love was always there for her. Everything about her was cute – her little bark (which was rare), the way she danced for a treat with her two front feet, the way she waited for us in the car with her little face framed in the small window that was just the right size for her.
A couple of summers ago I had an operation on my knee. Cubbie parked herself beside me every day, all day long, just because she wanted to. Her love was wonderful medicine for me.
She filled my heart with her sweet presence.
I have come to realize that she was on loan to me from the Lord who, by giving her to me, gave me a glimpse of Heaven.
04-26-2005 to 12-07-2015
Wallace was known to everyone as the “sweetpea” and El Senor. He had a shy disposition when you first met him, but when he got to know you, his quiet insistence and steadfast carmel-colored gaze charmed its way right into your heart. He was a championship cuddler with his Daddy and Papa and knew how to give his beloved squeaky toys the Scottie Death-shake treatment. He loved and followed his compadre Danny everywhere and they often shared a pillow and spooned while sleeping. He always kept an eye on Danny to make sure he knew everything was okay and he was not missing out on things. He let Danny chase the backyard rabbits while supervising from the deck, offering assistance when things got hairy. We greatly miss our boyo, but know he is enjoying lots of plush toys in heaven and whispering in Danny’s ear advice on dealing with the new Scotties to come.
And endless treats
Gates to guard
And friends to meet
Long slow walks
And petting hands
Safe with God
In Heaven’s lands
Sadie left us just before Thanksgiving at the grand old age of near 15. She said it was time. Pat and I loved the little Scottie/schnauzer mix the moment STLSTR’s Amy Cada brought her to meet us. She was ten at the time and dealing with Cushing’s disease but astoundingly poised and open to making life with us easy. She wouldn’t think of making a mess but liked having her own chair (formerly Barbara’s). She scurried to it when visitors arrived so as to establish first claim. Sadie enjoyed her morning walks with Pat, her treats, and especially time at night sitting quietly in the front yard with Pat–gazing at the stars and watching cars go by! She enjoyed time with her Victorian Bulldog cousins, Boomer and Buster, when they visited but early on had put them in their place in her hierarchy. Her spirit is still here with us and I still see her little shadow around every corner in the house. Thank you Scottie Rescue.
8/2007 – 7/16/2015
Bitsy was a sweetheart! With all that she endured she accepted our love from the very first day. Bitsy was born blind but you would never have known it. She would follow the scent of our other Scotties around the house and yard. She seldom bumped into things. She was so comfortable in her new home and allowed us into her heart. She loved to snuggle and play with her new fur siblings, Maggie and Connor. It was very sad for all of our family that we only had her with us for such a short time, but knowing that when she passed she was loved like a pet should be and was of great comfort to us all. She will forever be missed.
Just letting you know how very much Jack Powell was loved !!!!!!!!!!!
I can never thank you enough for bringing him to me and allowing me to give him a home.
Thank You Thank you Thank you Pat Powell
Maggie was our dancing girl. When she was happy, especially at meal time, all four feet seemed to come off the floor as she gyrated in anticipation of what she knew would be the best food she ever ate even though there was so much sameness to it. Conan would have gulped his food down by the time Maggie got hers, and Honey is almost catlike as she sits demurely and muses as to whether or not she’ll eat what is offered. We loved to watch Maggie do her dance. Whatever our mood, she made us smile. Even when the years slowed her down, and three days before she died unexpectedly of cardiac arrest, she was still doing her dance.
How we will miss our special little puppy mill girl who could still dance after 7 years of producing puppies, losing most of her teeth, and living in terrible conditions. We’ll smile as we picture her in doggie heaven, dancing or pushing a ball around like a professional soccer player. RIP sweet Maggie, thanks for the memories.
Although senior Fala had been in and out of rescue over his lifetime, I was privileged to spend time with him. At 12, Fala was diagnosed with bladder cancer (TCC) and due to the owner’s life-changing events, he came back to STLSTR. Since I have experience with TCC, and I LOVE seniors, I offered to foster him for the remainder of his time. He quickly became the favorite of everyone that he met, including the vet – who he loved dearly too! We chose treatments that were easily tolerated, and spoiled him with cheeseburgers after every visit. About a month before he went to the Bridge, he had emergency surgery to remove his spleen – bounced right back – and found that it wasn’t cancer (surprisingly). On his final day, he showed discomfort that couldn’t be fully relieved, and he passed easily. He had many excellent days and gave kisses freely and daily. Rest well, we will meet you again. Love you Fala. Amy Cada
Sheppy came to me as an owner release. He was loved and cherished by his human mom, but unfortunately was not adjusting well to life with a toddler. Sheppy was as beautiful on the inside, as he was on the outside. He said goodbye to his old life and strutted into his new life with amazing Scottish pride. He relished guarding his new temporary foster home from all forms of vermin and letter carriers much to my neighbor’s chagrin. Within a few months, he began vomiting and I knew something was wrong, but had no idea just how wrong. STLSTR spared no expense trying to figure out what was ailing this sweet laddie. I’ll never forget handing the leash to the Vet tech for her to take him to exploratory surgery and at the last minute I reached down and swept him into my arms and covered his nose and face with kisses and hugs. I am so grateful my angels inspired me to give my boy that special send off. He was released to the Rainbow Bridge during surgery when they found a tumor half the size of his stomach. Sheppy was with me for such a short time but he will be forever and ever be in my heart. Love you my sweet, sweet son….we will be together again.
Tyler arrived into rescue in March 2014 – a scared, snarky, crotchety old man. We adopted him a week later. He quickly learned that he was safe with us. I miss his evening greeting at the door and his barks for supper. I miss giving him belly rubs and his warmth on my feet. Our time together was too short but I like to think he’s with his first mom in heaven. We will meet again someday, Tyler……
Tallulah joined our rescue family when her owner passed away. She was not with us very long before she joined her mom in heaven. Tallulah will be remembered as a brave little girl who endured her physical limitations without complaining. She’ll be in our hearts forever.
Roxie came to us on Dec. 30, 2011. She was a great, great pet. We adored her and gave her the best care and love anyone could have. She left us much too soon. She was a perfect dog – never did a thing wrong. The house feels so empty…….
I was told by my good friend Vicki that she was bringing me an older Scottie with medical issues who needed a comfortable bed to spend her last remaining days, months, or years. I had just lost my sweet Scottie boy Sami to heart disease and I wasn’t sure I was ready to nurse yet another ailing pup. Gena was twelve, diabetic and had very limited eyesight….I was worried. Gena strutted into my life and home….let me tell you she was NOT worried. She found her place for meals, her place on the bed and she was HAPPY for two very short years. She endured her twice daily injections and her adoptive mom’s constant hovering with dignity and grace. I cannot put into words how much I loved and admired this little girl’s zest for life, especially with all of her handicaps. I was not with her when she passed, so it is my very, very fervent prayer that Gena be the very first Scottie to meet me at the bridge…I have something very important to tell her, after I hug and kiss that sweet, sweet face.