In Memory of sweet Jeremy

 July 2001 6 months old.

Debra Jensen. Just
know, that in his short life you we able to give him
love and compassion and experience his love and
compassion returned ten fold. You are in all our
thoughts and prayers.

 
When a pet dies, a cloud turns into an angel and flies
up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow.

A bird gives the message back to the world and sings a
silent prayer that makes the rain cry. They are not 
physically with us, but they never really go away.

Their spirits put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and
spin the earth.

Sometimes you can see them playing in a cloud during
the day-time, and wagging their little tail to let you
know they are watching over you.

They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.

They toss shooting stars and watch over us when we
sleep. And when you feel the wind blow, it is them,
nuzzling your ear and letting us know they love us.

They are never gone if they are in our heart. 

-Theresa, "Ginger" & "Suki"(Jeremy's sister)

March 4, 2001

"Chipper" 

March 4th 2001

"Chipper" lived 95% of his life in a wire cage in a Puppymill.   

Thank you, Nan, for your beautiful poem you wrote about him...this sums up his life more than I ever could!
Kristin Roberson

RENANNE BAKER
Thu Mar 8, 2001 3:35 am
Subject: A Message for Kristin


I was a puppymill reject..
They were gonna put me down..
you couldn't see my beauty...cause my coat was filthy brown.

I didn't know the difference ...
in love or hate or pain...
I only knew the misery
of a millers dreadful chain.

I came to live in freedom...
I passed thru PMR,
I was chosen to love forever
My mom said I came so far.

I was old and worn and tired,
and I just could not hold on,
so I kissed my mom with wet licks,
so she'd know I'd learned to bond.

You see I loved her dearly,
and she loved me even more,
and I know that she'll miss me clearly,
as to heavens heights I soar.

But I want to leave this message,
Dear mom I love you so.
I'll be in heavens' window...
waiting for your time to go.
And when I hear your name called,
I'll leap and jump with joy,
for my mom is coming home now
to meet her Chipper Boy.

We'll meet the Lord together,
and we'll cuddle by the throne,
and you'll sing the heavenly praises
as I chew on heavenly bones.

 

Kristin took Chipper to her heart and home and gave him 6 wonderful months of love and care, we are so very grateful to her for taking this little old man you can see in this picture the happiness just shines in his eyes after being treated and loved.

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Your mommy will never forget you...thanks for six months of pure happiness...thanks for reminding how important the little things in life are thanks for reminding me the power of a simple touch...how it can work wonders...tanks for fight you gave against all odds...in the fight for happiness...I hope you enjoyed the last six months as much as I have having you with me and the furkids...and when my dad picks you up and hugs you...please give him a hug back from me...may you both help me overcome the sorrow...and may you both help me in continuing to the fight to help save the puppymill babies. Rest in peace...my sweet little Chipper...I love you, Sweetie!

Kristin Roberson

 In Loving Memory of BYRON

 Missing since June 2001

The sad confused little eyes looked out at me from a tangled coat and grabbed my heart from the first minute I saw Byron on the adoption pages. Then when I met him I was instantly in love with the little ball of hair!
 Even though he is gone I have never really lost hope that he is living somewhere happily with a Mom who cares almost as much as I do. But just in case I am wrong..... Play safely at the bridge sweet boy and know that your Mommy loves you and will see you again some day.

Mommy Pam

See more pictures and read his story here

 December 19, 2002

Maxwell

 
At least he had someone who loved him-but not for  near long enough. I hate the millers for what they did to that precious boy. He was a little trooper.

Please remember him-he was an innocent angel.
Jeannine McCollum

October  2002

CRICKET

Being blind, old, and full of tumors was still not enough to get her freedom from the life of hell in the mills.  She was in foster care for such a short time before the tumors that ravaged her body took over and the decision was made to end her suffering.  

Rest in peace sweet one.

October  29, 2002

Trixie 

 Hello, my name is Jill Villars and I adopted a pug from your wonderful group in 2000.  Her name was Lucy, born 5-4-00.  She has passed over the rainbow bridge today. 

She got sick on the 18th, Friday, and we took her to ER that night when we noticed that she had broke out in hives all over her body , then we saw our vet Saturday morning. 

They prescribed Keflex and Prednisone 3 times a day.  She subsequently went to the vet on Tuesday and Thursday of last week.  They did a skin biopsy on Thursday.  The results aren't in yet from the biopsy, but the vet performed an autopsy tonight and it indicated liver disease and liver failure, and the vet indicates that the results would indicate a metabolic process - our next step would have been bloodwork. 

She did not exhibit any signs or symptoms of a liver problem except final exacerbation of the cutaneous problem. 

We are so very saddened by losing her.  She was so young and so vibrant and a blessing in our lives, we are so fortunate to have had her this long. We loved her very much - rather than Lucy, we called her Trixie and Piggy (because she ate so much).

April 24, 2002. 

 I adopted Crouton from Puppymillrescue on 9/25/99. He had a very bad seizure. He will be missed very much. Marybeth Hawkins, Bacon Bit, Butter Cup, Tater Tot, Cricket,
Taylor Jordan,  and Ozzie.

March 23, 2002

"LEVI"   

I got to go to Heaven today,
not for a visit, but to stay and play!
I found there a mound of new mown hay,
soft and warm and fragrant as May.

I stood there a while just looking around ,
I wondered what kind of Treasure I'd found, a bone and a toy, and a bowl of treats,
all appeared there, just at my feets.

I looked around for my mom, but alas....
the only thing there was a looking glass.
I peeked at the dog that was standing there,
he had soft golden curls,
just like MY hair.

He was smiling at me,
he had TWO blue eyes...
that were filled with a look
of complete surprise.

I saw no fear,
or felt no pain...
as I looked at him,
I heard my name.

LEVI... the voice said,
as I turned my head,
there beside me,
was a dog named Fred.

"I came to tell you
that someone here,
wants to see you and hold you
and calm all your fear.

As he led me away,
I followed his lead,
Not knowing where
or taking heed.

Soon I heard a soft low sound,
it seemed like it was all around.
The angels were smiling and calling my name,
as towards me a man
carrying a little lamb came.

He set the lamb down
and picked me up.
He wore a crown
and he filled my cup.

He explained that now
I was in Heaven with Hm,
no more pain and worries
and toenails to trim.

He laughed when he said
this last part to me,
Here in Heaven,
we give haircuts
for free.

He sent me to play,
and eat my fill,
and rest awhile,
before we climbed the hill.

He said we had
something to do,
"a soul at the Bridge
is waiting for you".

So away we went,
to a beautiful place,
called the Rainbow Bridge
lit by God's grace.

Gathered there,
along with the rest,
was a contingent of pups,
some of PMR's best.

I stopped to read
a list of names..
and found others
with whom I'd played games.

The pups that had lost
the battle of ills,
the ones that never
got out of the mills.

So I told them all,
of my mom and my life,
and the hated pain
that had cut like a knife.

I told them she had
to make a sacrafice,
but in doing so,
she was being nice.

Now we are waiting
for more to come home,
and run with us here,
o'er the soft warm loam.

Don't grieve for me mom,
I'm running free,
no more pain,
as with others
I tumble and flee.

I have two bright eyes,
and bones that don't hurt,
as I dig for the bines,
buried in dirt.

I 'll be there with you,
when you need a soft face,
and the comfort of God's
unending Grace.

Sleep well tonight,
knowing you did what was right,
and gaze on the star shining
oh so bright.

That star is my eyes,
looking down at you,
and if you look close,
you'll see I have two.

Forever yours,
LEVI

Poem written by Nan (Alias Ms. Magoo) Copyright.

March 2002

Winnie

I wasn't here too long,
in this home outside the mill,
but the time on earth I spent here,
my heart with love was filled.

I came here to this house,
and I learned that love was kind,
and I never was mistreated,
even when I didn't mind.

I suffered from an illness,
that a lot of mill dogs share,
and I was old an broken,
but my MOM didn't care.

I must tell her now,
that the happiest time I had on earth,
was when I came to live at her house,
many years after my birth.

The love I got from her,
was like none ever imagined.
It gave me peace and gladness,
and never was I saddened.

I liked to lick her face,
and give her kisses too,
and play with her at bedtime,
like most puppy doggies do.

I now am here in Heaven,
and gathered at the gate,
with all the other doggies,
who got out of the mills too late.

The love and warmth I have here,
is like I had at home,
but I am with the Master,
waiting in the evening gloam.

I know that you will come someday,
and I will meet you when you do,
but until that time I pray,
I will be watching over you.

Your Little Winnie Girl

Poem written by Nan (Alias Ms. Magoo) Copyright.

Patience Piltch.

When I awoke this morning my pretty precious princess Patience Piltch was
laying beside me in body, but her spirit had gone to the bridge.

She was laying in her sleep/cuddle place with both eyes closed, so I feel she left without pain for her, but not for us.

We were only blessed with Patience for 9 months as she was saved from the mill at the age of 10. It is easy to see she was a special girl to have made it so long under such horrid conditions.

 Everyday she was here with us and before that with her wonderful foster Mom, she grew and unfolded like a flower.

 I would not trade that 9 months for 90 years with another dog.

While here and at her foster mom's house she grew in the hair that was missing on her nose from rubbing against the awful cage she was kept in.

 Her hair grew long and silky and she learned to tolerate (but not love) her weekly baths and
her brushings. We did cuddle time everyday and she was her dad's favorite nose booper...she preferred Eskimo kisses to licks as she was a princess.

She went on a vacation, to parties, and was a star of the internet with her adventures. She developed a princess-like temper and woofed at me when her breakfast and dinner were not in her bowl in time. She ran in the yard with her fursibs, and helped bark away the elephants she saw attacking us with her brother Vader.

 Her Pekie brothers are very sad tonight as are we, they used to walk her in and out of the door.

Please honor Patience by pushing an adopt button for an older furkid...they will repay you 1000 times in love for everything you do for them. I know.

 Barbara and Howard Piltch

April 29, 2002

WAYLON 

From the minute I pressed the "adopt" button, I considered you my child. I dreamed of the days when we would take walks, nap together, go to the beach, or cuddle on the couch and watch our favorite movie. I looked forward to providing you the love, security, warmth and comfort you so much deserved. I didn't have very long to get to know you….only a few hours. I struggled to make the right decisions for you, even though my heart was breaking. As I held you tight, stroking your soft hair while you took your last breath, I hoped that you could sense my love for you. My heart aches when I think of all the things we were never able to share. Someday Waylon, we will meet at the Rainbow Bridge, and spend eternity together doing all those things.

I Love You Waylon --- Rest In Peace

Carrie Cagata

December 19, 2002

"Camille" new name Maizie was missing an ear and a leg when we rescued her.
On Dec. 19 I went to bed with Herc and Maizie curled up next to me like always and sometime during the night Maizie passed peacefully away. She was lying in her normal spot when I woke up and looked like she was just sleeping so I am sure she didn't suffer

She was happy and had made her self so much a part of our family. I am still grieving and I don't know if I will ever be ready to add another dog to the family. I just want to thank you for helping me to be able to make her part of my life for a few months. Pam .

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I didn't get to thank you,
the night I fell asleep,
for the promises you made me
that I always knew you'd keep.

I didn't have to tell you
of the fears I had to fight,
because you held and loved me
and took away my fright.

I was rescued from that mill place
and given a new life,
no more hate and greed and worry,
no more fright and pain and strife.

Dear Here you taught me how to play,
in the grass and in the house,
and when we would get tired,
among the toys we'd lay.

I learned what real love was,
I treasured every time
that you held and stroked and kissed me,
and told me it was a crime -
what the millers did to hurt me,
to take away my pride.

But now I am in Heaven-
a warm and friendly place,
blessed with an abundance
of God's unending Grace.

There is a doggie chorus here,
made up of big and small-
you should hear our voices,
as we tell the Master all
that the millers did to hurt us....

He promised they would fall!
And our voices also tell him,
of PMR and you,

How you took us in and loved us-
as all good mommies do.
I miss you and I see you,
grieving on the earth below,
and it hurts for me to see you
just because I had to go.

Please don't grieve and worry,
I am at the Master's place-
with all the other doggies
that have run their final race.

I have even met the others,
that PMR had saved from sin,
had chosen from the auctions,
to be loved and taken in.

I knew that I was chosen,
by you to fill your heart,
and now that I am in Heaven,
another must fill the part.

Go, and seek and rescue,
another in my place,
so you too can feel it....
God's unending Grace.


To Maize: From Ricky PMR

Sleep sweet one and run the path
that others like you do-
An angel sent from God above,
to teach the world anew,
of mills and greed and unkind hands
that beat and tortured you.


You stole the hearts of those you touched
with a love so sweet and pure,
You will be missed and we will fight,
in memory of those who've died

We will not stop our PMR fight,
The millers cannot hide!

RENANNE BAKER copyright 2002

Sinbad re-named Duncan by his loving foster mom, died last weekend of a massive blood clot to his heart.

At least he knew a couple of months of love and freedom, he was very gentle and loving towards all people and other dogs, he adored children and babies.

 Oh Sinbad, also known as Duncan,
 Your eyes still showed the pain
 of a life spent in misery ,
 all for a millers gain.
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 You were taken far to soon,
 but on earth you knew the love
 of a "mom" who called you precious
 before you soared above.
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 You had found a precious freedom
 and a home that cared for you,
 and then you were taken
 without a chance to bid adieu.
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 Just remember sweet prince Sinbad ,
 that on earth are hearts that broke,
 but know that your spirit with them lingers
 like a tiny puff of smoke.
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 And when our time on earth has ended
 we'll all be there with you
 to live with you in Heaven,
 and run the Rainbow too.
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 Nan (Alias Ms. Magoo)