Sadie | Sally | Sam | Samina and Tasha | Sammy | Sandy | Sassy | Scout | Shadow | Shadow Braun | Shannon | Shayna | Sheba | Shelly | Simon | Skipper | Snowie | Sugar | Suki
August 2000 – August 15th 2011
I have always had a dog around my whole life. They were each great in there own way but Sadie was the sweetest dog I ever had. She became part of our family in 2000 by way of someone renting a room in our house had brought her home. My mother thought she wasn’t being properly cared for and fell in love with her. She started taking care of Sadie and we all loved her with out hesitation. She was a Keeshound and looked like a little black bear. She was a great guard dog so no one could ever sneak up on us. Sadie became sick suddenly in July 2011 and I had a horrible feeling that it was not good because she wasn’t eating much and had been up sick every day, sometimes more then once. So I took her in and she was diagnosed with cancer. She was 11 years old. She loved people, especially kids and other animals. She loved to play with them and always gave everyone kisses. I did everything I could to save her – even spoon feed her baby food. It has only been a few weeks now since she is gone and I miss her so much more then I imagined. I will never forget her. She was always there for me, especially when I was sick or sad. There are no words that I can write to do her justice.
Sally came to me on a cold December day in New York 11 years ago. She was only a puppy and was starving. She happily approached a group I was with and when no one wanted to take her, I volunteered. A man that was there offered to catch her and when he put her in my car, she just sat in the front seat happily as I drove home. I fed her and she fell asleep content with a full belly under the Christmas tree. The next day, I took her to the local shelter and a few days later when no one came to claim her, I adopted her. Over the years, we moved together numerous times but she was always there through the ups and downs as my loving companion. Eventually, I met my husband who she instantly adored and we settled into life together as a family. We took trips to Vermont together and she loved hiking the property with us. After our daughter, Zoe, arrived, Sally was as protective of her as she was of my husband and me. Sally became very ill suddenly and we lost her unexpectedly. We are glad that she did not suffer needlessly, but losing her was like losing a part of our souls. Sally – we love you, miss you and we’ll meet you at the bridge! Love, Melanie, Tom and Zoe
Sammy was the boy that made us smile every day. He will be forever in our hearts.
Samina and Tasha
On June 14th ,2015 we lost our Angel Samina. Samina was one of a kind all she wanted was to be loved and give love in return. She was that one special girl you get in your lifetime and we miss her each day.
On January 8th we lost our sweet Tasha; she also was special in a different way she only wanted to be loved by Dad and me. She was very protective of us and did not let anyone near us. Samina lost her battle to cancer. Tasha just stopped eating and let herself go. I think she missed her sister and wanted to be in doggie heaven with her. Each night when we close our eyes we give them both a big kiss and look up in the heaven and say we hope you are having fun my loves.
Thank you Dr. Alt for taking such good care of them. You are the kindest Vet I have ever seen. As long as I have dogs you will be the only one they see, I have full confidence in you and know that they are in good hands.
Sammy began his life in an abusive situation. Once rescued by Cocker Rescue his luck changed. We had 4 wonderful years of his devoted love. We will miss him terribly but cherish the memories of our Sammy.
Sandy was the faithful lifeguard and loyal friend to our family for 14 years. The best dog any of us have ever known. Always happy and eager to please, we will miss her more than words can say. Sandy, may there be many pools in heaven.
We adopted Sassy from the Lost Dog and Cat Rescue Foundation in August 2003. The Foundation listed her as 1 year old. Our vet thought she was 2 years old. However old she was, Sassy spent 12 ½ years with our family.
It seemed clear to us that Sassy had been traumatized, perhaps abused. The rescue group said she was found tied to a tree. She would not go through doorways. If you picked up a broom or a mop she would cower. She never liked young children, nor tolerated horseplay. She preferred women to men. She was terrified of the sound of wind and storms. She didn’t trust people outside of the family or outside of the home. She was a flight risk too.
Sassy came a long way in her years with us. Though she remained generally an anxious animal, she learned it was safe to go through doorways. She even got comfortable enough to push through a partially open door. She no longer cowered from brooms. Sassy learned most people meant her no harm. Neighbors would remark at what a changed animal she had become.
Sassy didn’t always come when called unless food was involved. She was very loyal and protective of our home, and of our tent when we would camp. Quiet and undemanding, Sassy was happy to lie near us in the same room. Sassy’s favorite activity was to go for walks and to roll on the thick grassy lawns in our neighborhood. We miss our sweet girl.
In loving memory of our baby dog Mr. Scout. Mr. Scout you came into our life in 2002 from Lost Dog Animal Rescue, but we believe you rescued us. We named you after Scout Finch in to Kill A Mockingbird (our favorite book) and continued that tradition by naming our Kitty Mr. Jem after Jem Finch and now newly added addition to the household, a Guinea Pig, aptly named Boo Radley. You were such an important part of our life and are missed every single day. We thank Burke Vet for their love and attention to our boy and extending much needed sympathy to us. Mr. Scout you truly are a sweet, caring, and goofy dog that I miss taking on walks, sleeping next to me, and in your younger days joining me on runs around the neighborhood. We will never forget you and will see you again at Rainbow Bridge.
All our love, The Furmans- Tripp, Jen, Jack and Mr. Jem.
Shadow passed very unexpectedly on May 1st, 2010. She was 12 1/2 years old. She came into our lives almost as unexpectedly, having been rescued from a puppy mill. She was only supposed to stay the weekend, but ended up staying about 11 years. She was amazingly sweet but was happy to stand her ground if our other dogs thought that she was a push-over because she was small. One quick “BARK!” was all it took. The most endearing memory we have of her is the way she would roll onto her back and “Pony” furiously (waving her front legs at us) whenever she was happy, which thankfully seemed to be often. Shadow, you will be missed by all who knew you. Thank you for the years of joy you gave us.
Several years ago, we wanted Ranger, our other beloved Havanese, to have playmate. Sandy, the breeder we had used to get Ranger the year before, said she had one female pup left from a chocolate litter but “she would not be show quality because her pigment hadn’t come in and her stature was not quite right.” We laughed, explained how we weren’t interested in showing her and that we wanted her simply as part of our family. Sandy then also explained that this pup had required 20 minutes of vigorous stimulation at birth before she began breathing on a regular basis and may have suffered a lack of oxygen so couldn’t guarantee her neurological status.
Clearly this dog had a purpose! We were so excited to meet her. We decided to name her Shadow thinking perhaps she would be Ranger’s shadow.
Shadow was a beautiful pup! She had these gorgeous light brown/yellow eyes and this soft wispy white hair with a pink nose, lips and belly. Ranger and Shadow became fast friends, chasing each other around the house and taking naps & walks together. She loved to fetch and always beat Ranger running up the stairs by taking the inside track. She was affectionate and we absolutely adored her!
On the evening of July 3, when Shadow was a mere 7 months old, we had them out in the common area behind our townhouse. Suddenly, a neighbor lit some fireworks and Shadow got spooked and bolted. We searched all night and put up Missing Puppy flyers early in the morning. Several people joined the search. It was the worst 17 hours of our lives. Finally, a neighbor called saying they’d found her about 1/4 mile from our house. She was covered with brambles and briers but, after a quick visit to the ER, deemed healthy. The four of us were back together and we were beyond grateful. We honestly felt as though there had been divine intervention.
Years later, Ranger passed and Shadow became a single dog. We showered her with our love for several years and, then, unfortunately, she also became ill. It was extremely painful watching her health decline and we had to let her go.
Our heart hurt right now but we are so thankful to have had her in our lives. She taught us so much and will live inside of us forever. We like to picture her & Ranger running together at the Rainbow Bridge – healthy and whole – and, one day, all of us together as a family again.
We are very appreciative for the wonderful care Shadow received from Dr. Alt and the staff at Burke Veterinary Clinic.
Shannon was born sometime around May 13 1992 in Norfolk VA. and I picked her up at the animal shelter in Norkolk. When I got her Shannon was 2 months old. Shannon was with me for 16 years. She was like my kid. Shannon went with me everywhere I went. It has been two weeks since Shannon died and I miss her coming to the door when I get home from work, and I miss her waking me up in the morning to go for her morning walk. I can not believe she is gone because she felt like a 2 year old in a 16 year olds body. Shannon we love you and miss you.
Shayna was an amazing pet and companion for over 17 years. Adopted into our family when she was almost a year old, she adapted very well. All it took was a slice of briscuit and some Milk Bone cookies and we became friends forever.
Shayna loved to go to work with me every day. I would tell her to go get her bear and she would be at the door ready to go. At the office, she loved to greet all the visitors. And no visitor could leave without first giving her a cookie. The most special visitor was her beloved UPS man, Larry. We always said that she knew him in a prior life.
Shayna’s favorite time at the office was lunch time. She would run around barking and alerting us as it got closer to noon. And nothing was as adorable as when she would tilt her head as you mentioned her favorite words… chicken, lunch, cookie. She would work off her lunch chasing lizards around the office park. Those closest to her may remember the whisper sound we would make to alert her of the lizards’ presence.
Over the years, Shayna’s life changed drastically. She moved many times and welcomed many new family members… Gary, Benjamin and Jacob. Of course, I must make mention of Oscar our cat and Katie our beagle puppy.
Shayna was a very important member of our family. So when she had health issues, no expense was spared. She endured surgeries on both hind legs and cateract surgery on both eyes. All of which, she made remarkable recoveries.
We will miss you so very much Shayna. Losing you has been very difficult. You were more than a dog, more than a pet, you were my best friend. We went through so much together over the years. I will treasure the memories of you and will love you always. Good-bye to my sweet little angel.
P.S… The boys want to know if up in heaven, you are sharing the cookies that were buried with you.
We called her Happy Feet because she would get so excited that she sounded like a tap dancer. We also called her Queen Sheba because she ruled us, and Be Bop, because she bopped around the house. She brought joy to our lives in a very special way. She was always happy and had so much love for everyone. She was a pretty dog so soft you didn’t want to put her down. Everyone who met her fell in love right away. I hope to meet her again on Rainbow Bridge and she remembers me. We love and thank you Sheba for being a special part of our family.
It’s been a week since the untimely death of our dear little Shelly Belly and the pain is still quite raw. I look in the corner of the kitchen where her bowls were and it’s empty. I still get up in the morning expecting to see her sweet face greeting me with a look in her eyes as if to say, “It’s to early to go out. Check with me later.” She was our princess and we, her subjects, existed to serve. Which we didn’t mind.
Shelly came to us 7 years ago when my mother went into an assisted living facility. No one wanted this overweight, neurotic, middle age dog. I couldn’t allow her to be euthanized because she had become inconvenient, so with the approval of my husband, she flew home with me to northern Virginia. I’ll never forget that look on her face when I let her out of the crate on the tarmac at National. It was a very hot, humid June night. She was still a little groggy from the medication I had given her for the trip, but I could tell she was scared and confused.
Those first weeks were a little dicey. Our neighbor across the street was a godsend. She would come over during the day to spend time with her while we were at work. Slowly, Shelly started to grow accustomed to her new life. My mother bless her heart didn’t allow Shelly out of the back yard or walk her for that matter. Which meant very limited interaction with people or animals. With us, she walked multiple times everyday and interacted with her “realm”. She even made doggy and people friends.
She started to lose weight, and her neuroses faded. The next 7 years just flew by. When I brought her home with me, I thought I would just be a caretaker. Little did I know she would sneak her way into my heart.
The attached picture of Shelly is the way I like to remember her. Let me explain. One of Shelly’s favorite places in the house was the kitchen, for many reasons, both obvious and not so obvious. Now we have always had a throw rug in front of the kitchen door to wipe your feet on. Over the years I’ve bought many rugs to put there, but Shelly would always destroy them. She would scratch and move the rugs all over the kitchen. One evening I went into the kitchen and discovered why she had been destroying these rugs. What she was doing was building a nest including pillow for herself. After I discovered the method to what I thought was madness. I kept that ratty rug in front of the kitchen door for her to build her bed as she saw fit. I haven’t gotten rid of that ratty rug yet. I just don’t have the heart to. I know I will have to sometime but not yet.
I’m told Shelly lived to a ripe old age. Call me selfish but 13 ½ years was not enough, I wanted more.
Simon Chase “Mr. Simon” Uricoechea: February 8, 1996 – November 21, 2010 “He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.” – Author Unknown…we sure will miss you puppy love Simon
Skipper “Boo Bear”
My youngest daughter was taking a summer class and while she was in class one day I decided to go to the pet store where we had found our first dog. My plan was to buy a toy for her birthday. However, as I approached the store, I could see two little beagle/basset puppies in the window that just melted my heart. I asked about them and one of the little guys was on hold for a family and the other no one wanted yet – the last of the litter these two guys. My husband was not quite sure he was ready for another dog but of course the kids were excited at the thought. Finally, after keeping an eye on the pups for a week, I asked the store owner if I could take both. She was very happy as neither had a home at this point and they had been there for about 4 months – very attached to each other. Skipper was the lively one. Just so full of love and warmth. His brother – always the nervous one but happy to be together with his brother. Over the years, Skipper’s personality grew. He would watch us pull out the chairs at the kitchen table and soon he too pulled out the chair and jumped up and sat there to dine with us. He soon got his own chair but always had a little trouble with his table manners. Our children were young when Skipper came into our family and they grew up together. He ran, walked and played with the kids but most of all he loved them and they him. He struggled with all sorts of health issues over the years but we were always there to help him, care for him, and love him. I moved him near me to sleep when he had epilepsy as I would wake up before he would go into a seizure. Soon he moved from the floor to sleeping right next to me for many years. He would get as close to me to sleep as possible and rarely moved. He would stay with me outside as I worked in the yard and sometimes he would come to me, touch my leg with his paw, I would bend down and he would put both paws on my shoulder, look into my eyes and seemed to say “he loved me” from the depths of his soul. Those eyes Boo – they told so much. Our hearts are completely broken and you were taken from us so suddenedly and too too soon. I pray for a cure of hemangiosarcoma.
Thank you for your unconditional and unwavering love. Thank you for your warmth, gentleness, and companionship. Thank you for the joy you brought us. We are forever thankful to have had you part of our lives and family. We will forever miss you. You remain in our hearts always and forever.
Love Jane, Jeff, Robert, Rachel, and Rebecca
Neal and I were blessed to have Snowie in our lives for 15 1/2 years. We got him when he was 9 weeks old a few days after The Blizzard of ’96 (January 1996) that left more than two feet of snow on the ground. We drove to a breeder in Mt. Airy, Maryland, and walked up an unplowed driveway to meet Snowie, his mother, a cocker spaniel, and his smaller brother. Snowie was the friendlier of the two cock-a-poos. He kept coming back to see us, while his brother didn’t seem interested. Snowie was also bigger than his little brother and the breeder explained that Snowie would be larger than most cock-a-poos.
We left the breeder’s home saying we needed to decide what to do, but as soon as we got home, we called the breeder to say we would return the next day to take Snowie home. When we returned, we announced to the breeder that we were naming Snowie after the epic snowstorm, even though he was black with white markings on his chest, chin, and toes. Neal carried Snowie to our car sheltered in his coat to protect Snowie’s eyes from the bright sunshine reflecting off the snow and the cold weather. Snowie sat in the backseat of the car with me, perfectly content and fell asleep in my lap.
Snowie brought us joy from the very moment he came into our lives. He had a very loving, calm, and gentle disposition. He enjoyed being with people and loved to play. Snowie would bring a toy from his toy box into the living room so he and Neal could play on the floor together. Snowie attended puppy kindergarten and obedience training and received his Canine Good Citizen certificate when he was about a year old.
The first time we left Snowie at home during our travels, he was still a puppy. The young lady caring for him did not give him the attention he needed. When we returned, we found he had chewed a bush in the backyard down to a nub. We were so happy to see him we nearly cried. Luckily, on subsequent long-distance trips we hired a very caring young woman from Neal’s office who stayed with Snowie at our home overnight. Eventually, she married and moved away and so we began to take Snowie with us on all our trips. He was an excellent traveler and would just lay in the backseat and sleep. We would make a rest stop every 2 hours so Snowie, Neal and I could stretch and get a bathroom break. As a result, Snowie traveled as far north as Mont Tremblant, Canada, as far south as Deerfield Beach, Florida, as far east as Ocracoke, North Carolina, and as far west as Gilbertsville, Kentucky.
Snowie got to experience more than some people have the chance to do. We took him with us to New York City in October 2000. As a dog raised in suburbia, Snowie was totally unaccustomed to the noise and concrete canyons. As a result, he did not go to the bathroom for the first 24 hours we were in NYC because he could not find a blade of grass to pee or poop on. Finally, we found Madison Square Park a few blocks from our hotel and Snowie got to relieve himself. Very early one morning, Neal was walking Snowie past a truck whose driver was in the process of unloading his cargo. The driver threw open the door to the truck with a bang and slammed a dolly to the ground. Snowie jumped in fear from the loud noise and commotion. We took Snowie with us in a taxi to Rockefeller Plaza so we could appear on television in the crowd outside the Today Show studios. With Snowie in Neal’s arms and me by Neal’s side, we were caught on camera.
Snowie had another opportunity to achieve his 15-minutes of fame when we traveled to Suffolk, Virginia, to appear as extras in the New Dominion Pictures television show “The FBI Files.” The half-hour re-creation of a closed FBI case was called “The Predator.” It was about Frank Atwood, a serial killer, who kidnapped a little girl riding her bicycle in Tucson, Arizona. The child’s remains were eventually found in the desert by a dog whose owner was searching for him after he’d run away. In the re-creation, Snowie found the skull of the missing child. We put doggie treats in the fake skull to get Snowie to sniff at it and the camera caught him in action.
Finally, Chesapeake Veterinary Cardiology Associates asked Neal and Snowie to appear on a video to soon be uploaded to the CVCA website demonstrating the excellent care provided to their pet patients. Snowie was diagnosed with mitral valve prolapse and degenerative valvular disease in 2006. Every 6 months and later, as his heart disease progressed, every 3 months, Snowie was examined and underwent an echocardiogram. He was a longstanding and cooperative CVCA patient. As Snowie aged, he had to take more and more medicine to keep his heart functioning. By the time he developed congestive heart failure and atrial fibrillation, he was taking 20 pills a day. Yet, Snowie was always cooperative. Not many dogs would have allowed their Mommy and Daddy to give them so many pills coated in creamy, low-fat peanut butter.
Snowie also had more surgeries than most dogs. Once, he was attacked and bitten by a strange dog and had to have stitches. Another time he was so excited to go for a car ride that he started to jump into the car just as I was swinging the car door open. The pointed tip of the door nicked Snowie and he had what appeared to be a huge gash in his side. We rushed him to Burke Veterinary Clinic and Dr. Alt stitched him up. Luckily the gash was not as deep as it appeared. Snowie also had cataract surgery on his right eye. Snowie often had cysts that ruptured, resulting in pus and blood seeping out that required deep cleaning and antibiotics.
In addition, Snowie had a completely torn anterior cruciate ligament in his right leg in 2006, which required surgery and physical therapy afterward, and a pulled ACL in his left leg, which occurred later and healed on its own. The damage to the ACLs was probably caused by our daily evening visit to the community tennis court. There Snowie and I would play catch with a tennis ball. I would throw the ball and Snowie would run and occasionally fly through the air to get the ball, causing him to land hard on his back legs. After the ACL surgery, we could no longer play catch on the tennis court. This disappointed Snowie. He would often lead me to the tennis court, only to stand there looking longingly for me to throw the ball, which I no longer carried with me on our walks.
None of these surgeries or illnesses got Snowie down. He remained the sweetest, most docile, most loving dog. Due to his advanced degenerative valvular disease and severe mitral valve regurgitation, Snowie’s quality of life declined. Although we had hoped that Snowie would reach 16 so he could get his driver’s license, it was not meant to be. He went to the Rainbow Bridge on May 31, 2011.
Snowie taught us many valuable lessons about life. He lived in the moment and appreciated every sight, smell, sound, touch, and meal he experienced. He didn’t need television, the Internet, or Facebook to keep him entertained. He enjoyed music and sang (barked and howled) to the song “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow.” He napped, played, cuddled, walked, ran, traveled, ate, drank, and gave love unconditionally. He was patient and would wait, though excitedly, for his walk, car ride, and meals. He was always willing to go wherever we went and do whatever we did. He never complained, even as his back legs became arthritic and he walked more slowly, like a little old man. Snowie made a significant impact on our lives and the lives of the many other people who met him. His longevity was due not only to his beautiful nature, but the wonderful care and excellent treatment he received at the Burke Veterinary Clinic and CVCA.
We love Snowie and miss him very much. His aura surrounds us with his love forever.
RIP: Snowie, November 11, 1995 / May 31, 2011
We love and miss you Sugar!
Sugar came into our lives over 17 years ago as a 5 pound, 6 week old little puppy. She was our first family pet and became our guardian, companion, and best friend. She was always a mischievous little girl – always getting into things like our dinner or my daughter’s Barbie dolls when she was young. Even after she had little eyesight left due to old age, she still had an excellent nose for trouble. She knew each holiday. She had her own Easter egg hunt and loved Christmas too. She was a part of all our lives and my kids grew up with her 17 years. My kids don’t remember life before Sugar. She was my son’s best friend and was a comforting companion when he needed her most – she was always there. The spot in the kitchen is so empty where her bed was all those years. Part of our family unit was lost October 16, 2017 to mast cell cancer. She was managing old age well but the cancer was just too aggressive. Our baby is not suffering now but we miss her so much and a piece of our hearts went with her.
Sugar you were truly the “bestest” girl ever.
We had to say goodbye to Suki in January of this year after almost 15 years. We adopted her from the shelter when she was just a tiny puppy and was afraid of grass since it was taller than her back then. She changed our lives forever. Suki was our first baby before the other ones came along. She loved and protected each one of them in turn and was a great big sister. Whenever they were all outside she was trailing them everywhere with a ball in her mouth, just waiting. Once you threw it, you were stuck until making her go inside where she would only cry and look pitifully at you out of the window.
She loved to swim and would jump in the bay with the rest of us. Instead of the ball in the water, it was whatever stick she could find that she raced back and forth with. She was incredibly intelligent, even after remodeling our whole kitchen and making a built in trash can she couldn’t tip over daily – she figured out how to slide open the cabinet door and pull out the bag. I have a home office and she has been my co-worker and shadow for the past 13 years. Not a day goes by that we don’t miss her and think of her. I hope she is at peace and loved living her life with us as much as we loved her.