Morrison loved looking out of the window. My daughter and he was very close. She would take him for walks and he would get so excited when she showed up, he would buck and kick like a donkey. He had a sweet, soft personality and was loved by everyone that met him. If we all had a heart like Morrison had, this world would be a better place. We love you and miss you Mr. Morrison/ Morrie. Thank you STL Scottish Terrier Rescue for bringing him into my life.
Angel, a little rescue Westie girl, was a true terrier. She possessed those deep, pleading chocolate brown eyes, behind which she whittled together her latest plan to dig under the fence and finally ensnare the evil black squirrel who so blatantly tested her authority.
There was no end to the amount of trouble in which she’d gleefully partake, knowing the power her adorable expression possessed to melt away any possible discipline awaiting her latest misbehavior.
And she was right. It was impossible to hold her antics against her, for your admiration of that gleeful character held instant forgiveness. She was brave and trusting, loving and sincere.
We never knew her life story to the point of her rescue, it didn’t matter. It was the here-and-now in which she paved her happy life, capturing admirers as she passed along the way.
I love my Angel and I do so miss her. Her challenges proved only to make your admiration of that noble will all the more deeply held. It is far more quiet and less “busy” today, and though her spot will eventually be physically acquired, Angel will always claim her own personal corner in my heart – one from which she will never escape!
“She is so affectionate and full of puppy kisses. I can’t imagine life without her.” Those were the words I used to describe Cami on the STL Scottie Rescue calendar picture. I cut that picture out of the calendar and she was my “calendar girl” every month after that. Cami-whammy (my nickname for her) or Camibobami (foster nickname) was energetic and lively. She would get so excited when we were getting ready for her daily walks that she could hardly stop long enough to put her harness on. She was a quick hunter and could snatch a mole out of the ground quickly. When she first came into our home I didn’t think she was going to work out. She had some potty issues and was people possessive, growling at her sister if she got near. I was ready to give up after the first week and I’m so glad I didn’t because she became my heart. She overcame all her issues and we were soon in love with her. She taught me that kisses can fix almost anything. Wherever “Daddy” was Cami would always be near. I loved sitting on my recliner watching TV with her snuggled next to me and her head on my leg. A couple of days ago I loaded the dish washer and cried because my little Cami didn’t come to pre-wash the dishes (which was one of her jobs). While my heart is breaking that she crossed the rainbow bridge due to lymphoma, she will always be in my heart. To quote William Shakespeare, “It’s better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.” I miss my little baby girl.
Haggis came to me from the St. Louis Scottie Rescue in 2013. He had been caged most of his life, used as a stud dog and not treated well. He was afraid to come through a door held open for him; had no understanding of coming when called, or that someone might want to pet him. He cringed from petting attempts, would hide under a table but would finally stop, if cornered, and wait to be picked up. Once picked up and petted, you could tell he liked it.
Not long after I got Haggis, we took in another rescue dog, a lively three-year-old foxhound we named Homer. We like to think he taught Haggis what it’s like to really be a dog. Haggis started coming around. He learned doors were never going to hit him again, that humans only wanted to love him and he learned to really want to cuddle with his owner on a couch. It may be that he became slightly deaf as he aged as he hardly ever responded to a person’s voice, but he would come to a bell ringing. And he sure knew when it was time to eat or when the popcorn popped (of course he got a little). And he always liked running after thrown toys. He liked riding around the yard on our golf cart, going for a walk on a leash and riding in cars.
In his last year, we began to realize something was wrong, as he showed signs of apathy. We learned he had PLE, or protein-losing enteropathy. Our vet put him on a strict no-fat diet for his last two months and he improved back to his peppie self. But then, on the morning of Feb. 3 he ate breakfast as usual and went out with Homer in the yard to do his thing. He came in and laid down as usual by the breakfast table. But within a few minutes it was evident something was wrong. The doctor said they could take measures to alleviate the crisis, but even then his time would be limited. So we made the final decision. Haggis was peacefully euthanized Feb. 3, 2018. We have his paw print framed in plastic. He was 12 years old.
I lost my dearest friend on the 15 of January and I miss her so much. Her name was Molly and I have had her for eleven years. She was such a good dog and loved everyone but about four years ago she was diagnosed with IBD and with age the disease progressively got worse until eventually I knew it was time to say my goodbyes to Molly-she is now free from her suffering.
Daisy was a 9-yr-old breeder release from a puppy mill when I adopted her on July 4, 2010. Everyone who met Daisy said she was the sweetest dog! She loved running around and playing with her Westie “brother” Radar, acting a lot younger than her years! She was very social, and liked meeting humans and other dogs. She maintained her stash of toys in my office, and especially liked killing the squeak out of them! I will miss her so very much.
We lost our sweet boy, Flynn, after being with us for almost 7 years. He was such a special boy and loved by everyone he met, human and non-human (well, 2 non-humans at the park who didn’t particularly care for him and vice versa). On our walks, everyone would stop and want to pet him and always commented on how handsome he was. He truly was and a personality to go along with it. Will never forget Christmas a few years back when we decided to eat breakfast and then do gifts. I had his stocking under the tree. As we’re getting breakfast ready, he comes flying through the kitchen toting his stocking, he just couldn’t wait for the goodies inside. We loved him so much and miss him even more. We always commented that he was the best “bud” anyone could ever ask for. Thank you STLSTR for letting us be his “furever” home.
Memorial Day 2010, I drove with Max to St Louis to be interviewed and accepted and welcomed into the STLSTR family and entrusted with the care of a gorgeous feisty Scottie girl. As we headed home to Michigan, with our new girl now named after CH Miss Mercedes Roundtree our Sadie blossomed and bloomed into a wonderful Scottie lass, with love and time, she grew secure, arrogant, and loving.
Although reclusive to strangers…she opened up to those within her private domain. She preferred the finer things, the tailored lawns, softer fleeces, and warming baths. And yes we indulged her. She has been our princess. My feisty fat pawed girl is my heart…2017 has been a cruel year…Her wings were ready….Our hearts were not.
There is some comfort in knowing that Murphy’s last days were his best. He was clean, living in air conditioned comfort, and resting in a soft bed until it was time to cross the Bridge. That time was all too brief. Rest in peace and run free, Murphy.