This is the second of two posts I’m making this month (the first one was on March 16) to remember Fluffs and pets who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge ahead of us, their pet parents. Having experienced the loss of a very beloved dog, I know how terribly we grieve. The good part is in knowing that we all have done the very best for our little furbabies that we possibly can to provide them with a good life. And we do not grieve alone. So, maybe first you should grab a tissue, and then settle in for a good read that confirms what we all feel as pet parents.
Peace to all who have lost a pet and are grieving.
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Little Maxwell Small Paws
From Pauline, “I first met little Maxwell at the Collin County Animal Shelter on August 23rd 2010, where he had been picked up as a stray. He was judged to be about 5 years old. Matted and flea infested as he was, I fell in love with him from the start. This was the first pup Small Paws Rescue had asked me to pick up from a shelter and then they told me I could name…for some reason I had already started calling him Maxwell so what the heck…he became little Maxwell. He had been vetted for 2 weeks and when I went to pick him up, I was informed he was heartworm positive. He went through his treatment like the little Champ he was…his little tail never stopped wagging…I was struggling with making the decision to adopt him myself since at this point I already had 2 pups from Small Paws Rescue…but a few days later I discovered a lump in his neck and after several consultations, he was diagnosed on January 7, 2011 with canine lymphoma…adoption was out of the question but I would keep him forever as my Foster pup.
I prayed that he would be the exception to the rule and beat this unfair disease…and I really thought we did it until it came back with a vengeance one night and I was there to hug him to my heart as he crossed the Rainbow Bridge the following morning, May 12, 2011.
I miss him everyday and am so thankful that I had him for the short time that I did.”
Little Maxwell Small Paws
Lili, 1995 ~ 2011
From Camelia, “Our beloved dog was a sweet Bichon named Lili. She was born sometime in August 1995, we adopted her in 1997. She crossed over last year, 2011, May 6th. She was the sweetest, bravest spirit I have ever met. She’s inspired me to help other dogs and animals in need. She loved the sun.”
Rusty and Johnny (in the red collar)
From Nora, “This is in honor of our sweet Johnny Small Paws. We only lasted as foster parents for one week before we adopted he and his brother Rusty. They were four and six when they came to us and filled our lives with happiness. To our sorrow 2 and a half years ago, Johnny started having seizures which took awhile to diagnose as brain cancer. Their bio said Rusty was the lover and Johnny the smart one. He was a character and I loved him and my husband babied him constantly even when he got bigger and bigger due to his meds. There is a hole in my heart that will never heal. Due to our ages and that we still are working it wouldn’t be smart to get another baby, and we don’t know how Rusty would take it. Johnny left us on July 23rd of last year.”
Fuzzybear, 1996 ~ 2011
Fuzzybear crossed the Rainbow Bridge on September 11, 2011. His mom, Suzie says, “Your passing has left a big hole in our hearts…”
Bijoux, 2001 ~ 2011
From Nan, “Bijoux crossed the Rainbow Bridge February 8th 2011.”
Daisy, September 21, 1999 ~ November 7, 2010
Julie says, “We had the beautiful baby Daisy for 11 wonderful years and I cried for 5 months after her passing screaming I would NEVER EVER get another dog as long as I lived because I couldn’t handle the emotions of such a deep loss. Well, thank you to our cherished baby Daisy that 9 months after her passing we adopted Charlie from Small Paws Rescue. If it weren’t for Daisy, we never would have known the deep love and joy of a Bichon Frise. We believe that Daisy brought us our Charlie, who just celebrated 6 months with us last month!”
From Ira, “We got Gizmo when his original ‘servant’ could no longer take care of him. We had him for five wonderful years. “Gizmo” Oliver Johnson (approx.) 10/22/00 – 12/13/11.”
Nina, June 23, 2002 ~ December 17, 2011
Wild Thing, December 20, 2000 ~ March 11, 2011
Cheryl says, “I had 2 Small Paws Rescue dogs that started out as foster dogs, but ended up being adopted by me until they passed away.”
Cheri, November of 1996 ~ February 13, 2012
From Lana, “I adopted a bonded pair, Maxx & Cherie, in August 2007. Cherie was 10 and Maxx 7. She was such a sweet little tiny girl — only 10 pounds — and she passed over the Rainbow Bridge on February 13, 2012 due to kidney disease and heart murmur problems. She was with me 4 1/2 wonderful years…..I have been a member of Small Paws for 5 years, and if I decide to get a companion for Maxx, it will be a rescue—I love Bichons.”
Mishu, January 13, 2005 ~ May 26, 2011
From Chrissie, “Please post this and pray that he is not missing us as much as we are missing him. So many people loved Mishu. I could not take him on one walk without someone stopping us to be with him.”
Casper, February 3, 1999 ~ July 29, 2011
Vicki says, “Casper was a rescue from another organization but because of him, I learned about Bichons and Small Paws. I have adopted 2 girls from Small Paws who loved and miss their big brother.”
It has been a hard year for Brenda and Rick in Rhode Island.
Baxter (Bichon) 10/18/98 – 04/05/11
Brutus (Lab/Shep Mix) 10/01/94 – 06/17/11
Murphy (Bichon) 03/31/98 – 09/04/11
Bingo (Cat) 10/01/94 – 01/04/12
Shadow (Cat) 10/01/93 – 03/02/12
WaggieWoo July 6, 2005 ~ November 3, 2011
From Kathy, “Here is my precious baby we lost to pancreatic cancer in November. He was a Small Paws Rescue from an Ohio puppy mill auction and was named Waggie by Small Paws and it so fit him. He was only a baby when they put him up for auction. His birth date was July 6th, 2005 and we lost him after 3 days in ICU on November 3rd 2011. Just six years old. My heart is still broken from the loss. He loved a big, yellow fuzzy ball that he would carry everywhere and he would even fall asleep with it in his mouth with his chin resting on it. Such a precious baby. Our vet, Doc Tony, said he probably became so attached to that ball due to being taken from his mother way too early. He is so very missed by mommie and his sisters, Stevie and Lily and his brothers, Lindsey, Mick, Bailey, Prince and Rusty. I am so blessed to be a senior adoption counselor for Small Paws Rescue and have helped to place to many of our beautiful babies.”
Gayle says, “My horse, Khemozeddi (his nickname was ” Pepper”) had to be put him down due to a very bad colic on January 14th. He was 12 years old, and was my endurance riding horse. He is truly missed. The second picture is of our Bichon, Stacy, who we had to help cross over in December . He was our first (failed fostereing 101) Small Paws Bichon. He was 13 years old, and his little body just gave out. He was a friend to everybody, and he loved to steal my horse’s carrots and munch on them.”
Baylor crossed the Rainbow Bridge on March 13, 2012 and his mom is grieving beyond words.
Maui — “In memory, we love and still miss our boy!”
Remembering little Maui, February 16, 1993 ~ July 19, 2008, whose papers said he was born in Texas, but who actually came from Oklahoma. He loved his family for nearly 15-and-a-half years.
“My Bichon, Chamois, was born June 6, 1996. He passed away suddenly on Dec. 10, 2011. Miss him so much……..”
Chumpie and Michelle
Chumpie, April 22, 1996 ~ May 21,2010
From Michelle, “I would like to dedicate this piece to my beloved Chumpie (I got him with this name so he became my ChumperDoo) for the many years of love, hope, and happiness he gave me. I got him from a friend at work when he was 7. At first I was reluctant to take him because I hadn’t had a dog since I was little so I didn’t know what to expect. This dog was my life and he helped me through a horrible 5 year divorce, and every year we would do something special for my daughter that passed away; her birthday is March 14th. He was always in my lap and even when we brought Cracker home as a puppy I made sure he always had a spot. As he got older, about 12, he started to loose many teeth except for two bottom ones. He still could eat, but he looked like a little vampire. He didn’t play much, but he would carry this red spikey squeeky ball around. I will never forget his little trot when he walked. He would every so often do this little hop with one leg while we were on walks. Yes, we walked everyday even at his old age of 14 (I called him my little old man) he was as healthy as could be. I know he had a few more years in him, but unfortunately a German Shepard attack left him in the surgical unit at the vet hospital. He survived surgery, however, within hours he crossed rainbow bridge while staring into my eyes after I told him it was okay to go. Long live his memory.”
Bitzer, May 7, 2000 ~ April 24, 2011
Bitzer crossed the Rainbow Bridge a week shy of his 11th birthday. His mom, Shirley, and his brother Kibbles Small Paws, miss him very much.
Buffy, August 13, 1998 ~ March 11, 2011
This comes from Melissa, “My mother, Dixie, had been campaigning for a dog for years when my father passed away suddenly. Having allergies, we all prayed that she would find “the right bichon at the right time”. And then she saw the ad.
All that a backyard breeder had left was the sire, a three year old Bichon Frise named Miller Mister Buff. My brother drove my mother to the breeder, and it was love at first sight on both sides. Mister Buff became Buffy, and rode happily on his new mama’s lap to his new home. They walked into the family office, and Buffy ran right up to the one who was most against Dixie getting a dog (me!), put two small paws on my leg, and looked deep into my eyes, as if to say, “Please love me!” That bichon shaped hole in my heart was suddenly filled by this adorable fluffball!
Dixie died suddenly, and Buffy moved back to my house with me. He still got his lullaby & chicken, along with his own bed, stuffed with clothes from my mama’s laundry basket so he could smell her. We still traveled, and everywhere, people were shocked at how well behaved and loving Buffy was. Around the same time, I noticed that something was just different about Buffy. At first, I thought he was mourning, since I was, too. A visit to doggie day care left him with kennel cough, and Buffy couldn’t seem to shake it for months. We started the rounds to several vets. On March 4th, Buffy went through a battery of tests, and I was told that, while they still wanted the specialists to read them, they did not look good. Four days later, I was told that Buffy had liver cancer, which had metastasized into his lungs and lymph glands – the prognosis was two weeks, IF he underwent chemotherapy.
I loved Buffy more than most people I’ve met. He was such a happy little guy, maybe a little conceited, maybe a little on the velcro-dog side, but so sweet spirited. I couldn’t put him through the chemo, two weeks of pain just so I could get used to the idea of being alone. I made the dreaded appointment for my day off, and kept him so close to me 24/7. Buffy snuggled deep into my arms like a puppy, and now gave kisses freely.
Buffy went to the vet in his stroller, gasping for breath. As we waited in the back room, I sang all of Buffy’s songs to him, told him his stories, that he was going to see Mama and Jesus, petting him and stroking him – he didn’t like to have his tummy touched now. As I was doing this, Buffy put his little paw on top of my hand and smiled, and we looked at each other with complete love. Suddenly, I realized that his pupils had fixed and his jaw had dropped. The Lord took Buffy at His own time, before Buffy had to endure a shot. I had a vision of Buffy galloping like a puppy, right into my mama’s arms, as my daddy said, “Who the heck is that?”
Buffy is in a special pillow now, and we just commemorated Buffy’s first anniversary at the Bridge. My fiancé & I finally got married in December, and we hope to become pawrents to “the right bichon at the right time”. Hey, it worked before! Maybe Buffy will give the new little one some pointers about wrapping us around his or her paw!”
Toby Han, March 18, 1998 ~ January 18, 2012
From Donna, “My Bichon Frise Nellie was born on August 14, 1994 and passed away on July 2, 2011. We miss her beyond belief. Thanks for including my Nellie-Belle. I am soooooo sad but I know my mom and dad welcomed her to heaven with open arms and said ‘here Nellie, here Nellie’..she is playing in golden fields.”
From Sandra, “Our dear little BJ was born on April 25, 1992 and passed to the Rainbow Bridge on September 8, 2010.” This little Fluff is missed.
Snowy and Boogie
From another Small Paws member, “Please remember my Snowella la Boo Integlia (November 3 1991 ~ March 18, 2011). My Bichon baby of 19.5 years of love and dedication. Also would like to include my Boogie. I rescued him in NY. He was 18 when he passed away. I had him from 1989 to 2000. He was a wonderful little poodle. From me and little sister Poot-Poot.“
From Martha, “Munky (pitbull), my granddog, went over the Rainbow Bridge on January 2, 2012. He was born in 2003. Munky had surgery for cancer a few years ago, but the vet was not able to completely get all the cancer cells because of the location of the mass. The cancer returned in full force shortly before Christmas, 2011. Munky was the cousin of Small Paws Rescue Dog, Mookie. Mookie and Munky spent this past Christmas season together. They enjoyed each other’s company very much. Munky’s owner was my son, Matthew.”
From Ginger, “We lost our Penny on March 20, 2011. She was born on July 20, 1994.”
From Kaye in Oregon, her little Gizmo was rescued from a local animal shelter in 1985, and they estimated she was born in 1983. She passed away in 2000.“We’ve been volunteers with SmallPaws since 2006. “Gizzy” passed away in my arms at 17 due to a brain tumor in 2000 and she took a part of my heart with her. Gizzy was sick, but stable, and I’d traveled to Boston for a scheduled visit with my daughter. The day before I came home my husband, Todd, called to warn me Gizzy was not doing well and it seemed the end may be near. When I walked in the door from the airport she looked up at me but did not get up. I scooped her up into my arms to hold her, and after a few minutes she had a little seizure. We hated it, but felt it must be time to help her cross the bridge. We left immediately to take her to the the only vet hospital open at midnight, 30 minutes away. All the way in, I held her close to my heart and she licked my neck with her kisses. Just as we pulled into the parking lot, her kisses stopped and Gizzy was still. My husband and I sat with her and cried before taking her into the vet for cremation. She was so weak and we felt she had hung on with everything she had to give until I returned from Boston, and then she let go so we did not have to do more~ She was definitely my soul mate furbaby and I know she waits for us in a place where she is healthy again.
I was about to retire in 2006 when I accidentally found the Small Paws website. Because of the joy and love we shared with Gizzy, I understood Robin’s mission and immediately knew I wanted to be a part of the wonderful work she had started. The first summer I was retired we took in our first foster, Jasmin and now in addition to our rescued Border Collie, we also have three rescued Bichons, ages 7, 6 and 17 Belle who is deaf and mostly blind!”
Gabby (on the left) and Izzie.
Gabby at age 15, in her furever home since March 23, 2005, crossed the Rainbow Bridge last week on March 15. Much loved by her mom, Jeanne, and her best buddy Izzie.
From Vicki, “This tribute is not only in memory to Mayo, but is also to honor Mayo’s wonderful foster Mom, Martha L., and his dedicated groomer, Jean K. Had it not been for the two of them flushing Mayo’s ear out every other day and medicating it, he would have never lived another 2 1/2 years.
This is Mayo’s shelter picture
We got Mayo at the end of July 2009. He was estimated to be 10-12 years old, but it was hard to tell since he didn’t have any teeth left and he was 60% blind. He was picked up as a stray wearing an E collar. He had an ear ablation done at one time, but it was severely infected. After 6 months and numerous trips to several vets and specialists it was concluded that flushing his ears every day would be a life time commitment and the only thing to keep him alive. If one time was missed of flushing his ears, he would have horrible drainage. In spite of his Sr health issues, Mayo was a cuddler and snuggler. He loved all dogs and cats. He was 10-pounds of pure sweetness.
He did not have any teeth so his tongue would hang out.
This picture was taken after we had Mayo groomed and vetted.
Mayo had a stroke in February 2012. His little body finally gave out, but not without a fight. He was peacefully sent on to his next destination on February 23, 2012. He no longer suffers from a chronic ear infection or blindness.”
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