In memory of those who have passed.

Memorial donations pay for medical expenses of rescue wires.

 

Thank you to Barbara Cole and family in remembrance of their mother Alberta Snyder. In Our Hearts (adapted by Jean Gifford) We thought of you with love today. But that is nothing new. We thought about you yesterday. And days before that too. We think of you in silence. We remember how you look. Now all we have is memories. And your pictures in our book. Your memory is out keepsake. With which we'll never part. God has you in his keeping. We have you in our heart.

 

Avery was an unwanted Wire from KY. He was a senior dog who had a severe passion for toys. He was so focused on them he would stand and drool and obsess about them.. He was one of the 1st Wires we rescued.  We sent him to our friend in CT. Barbara and Denis Curtiss who decided he should stay. When Barbara took Avery on home visits, he quickly scoped out the family toy box and all interaction came to a halt!!! Avery’s age has always been in question. The surrendering family couldn’t remember. So when he passed over the rainbow bridge he was either 15 or 17 years old. A remarkable age… Avery was a real character and he had many quality years in the Curtiss home. We were privileged to visit Avery his last Fall and spend a few days with the Curtiss dogs… We will always have fond memories of this special Wire.

 

Sophie was saved from an Ohio shelter. Miserable, frightened and unwanted. Her original name was Sweet Pea. She was adopted by Lori & Don who slowly brought her out of her shell and saw a real Wire emerge. She grew to love summer excursions into the Canada wilderness camping and fishing. After 2 short years she was taken suddenly of kidney disease. (Nothing that was foreseen)  Our hearts go out and we remember a beautiful girl who was cherished.

For Patty, in memory of Maddy It was a typical day for Maddy and Buddy. They would wander around the yard, spend time at the gate barking together at people and dogs that walked by and when Maddy needed a rest, Buddy would wait for her. Then they'd start the routine all over. The inset picture is of Buddy, two days after Maddy left us... Maddy was one of the happiest Airedale we ever adopted. Her tail wagged up until the end. No wonder Buddy was so attached to her!

Doris Wishner, in memory of Struppi Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush of birds in flight. I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die...

 

For Jacqui, in memory of Magic Magic was my heart dog, there will never be another like him, a warrior, my protector, my friend. He was with me for eight years. Only the first two years were unknown what he had to endure. Annette brought him to me and I know she will be there to walk with him again. Thank you Annette and Chris and Mike Zane for saving him so we could have those years together. Jacqui.

 

Sydney, beloved member of Barb & Leslie's family.   I Know in Time I know in time that you will see, The kindness that you did for me, Although my tail, it's last has waved, From pain and suffering I've been saved." Author Unknown

 

For Lynda, in memory of Timmy Timmy was a timid soul and a gentle boy. He loved the comfort of his place on the floor near you where other rescue dogs wouldn't bother him. He was a happy boy, kicking his legs in the air while laying on his back or running in the yard by himself! - Jim

 

Abbey      Sept. 25, 1994 - Nov. 7, 2008 Good ole Crabby Abbey was helped over the rainbow bridge this morning. She was, by far, the most resilient Airedale we've ever had. She went through two surgeries for luxating patellas, had a huge mass + her spleen removed, then her larynx tie back surgery. After each surgery she bounced back with amazing determination. Yesterday, she just couldn't do it anymore. She was the one dog I thought would bite me. But through everything, she crabbed and crabbed to everyone, but never had a mean bone in her body. She was the dog that slept where ever our grandson was. When we took her in as a foster, I thought she might eat my cats when she got her legs working right, but she was the one who let them sleep and eat with her and watched over them. Patty

 

For Vicki, in memory of Tigger Fragile Circle "We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan." Irving Townsend.

   

For Lindsay Cotter, in memory of Willy "Dogs are not our whole life but they make our lives whole" Roger Caras