tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486955785567993342024-03-13T06:15:26.689-04:00Cocker Spaniel Adoption Center BlogDedicated to the "Happy Endings" and "Memorials" of CSAC pups and their forever families.Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-54737650662500384722021-12-09T18:20:00.000-05:002021-12-09T18:20:03.512-05:00Casey<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In Memory of Casey</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEin-c8L2gB5rUpofGh1KgWl16IyTk8f9MqsTvCUq49Vu9tX_L-i-FQjPiza6NqzYRiGUHtDSlIfX-UYTPq_2RIvAsuDZ5ckkLJ_i39MdDhEL-sxhk4BLP5RCTLKbA5SZqf7u32BHYxY-aYxPgUYqCvD3453bjM6Z_O-ddIWOKcZopgCOLbcDkc-G8d5=s377" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="377" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEin-c8L2gB5rUpofGh1KgWl16IyTk8f9MqsTvCUq49Vu9tX_L-i-FQjPiza6NqzYRiGUHtDSlIfX-UYTPq_2RIvAsuDZ5ckkLJ_i39MdDhEL-sxhk4BLP5RCTLKbA5SZqf7u32BHYxY-aYxPgUYqCvD3453bjM6Z_O-ddIWOKcZopgCOLbcDkc-G8d5=w320-h272" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"> On November 7, 2021 our sweet boy Casey crossed over Rainbow Bridge to be with his brothers and sister. I will never, ever forget the first time I laid eyes on Casey. It truly was love at first sight, and he went home with me an hour later. While Casey could be a challenge to my sister, Tracy, he was never a challenge to me. I groomed Casey from the very beginning and other than nails, he was a dream. He loved to chase down the mailman from behind his fence or door, didn't like to give kisses, but gave the best hugs in the world.<br /><br />My sister and I always called him Super Senior Special Secret Service Agent because he would guard the doorway of where one of us happened to be, no one was getting near us. In his final days, existing with a very fast acting cancer, Casey seemed to know his days were coming to an end. On his final morning, on the way to the vet, I was in the back seat with him. He came over and put his head on my chest for almost a minute, then turned with his back to me and took his final breath. That little boy knew he was loved and he wanted to say thank you momma. I miss all of our precious CSAC alum but Casey holds a really, really special place in my heart, Rest well little man.<br /><br />-The Winer-Connell Family</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgn0S6h7-F3bFbZKEdca0eKOHopeqIo85Fcdgu6OrKqBHzmOUFRVCGeeQCN8ajykJjJJzZf0Hp6CM7U4lK2iu2saYMVv3kDNq8agl0XOw3cqUCA9-bYuDgoqo4TFFBQJKMZjQBpzFMrkadQzGtysvpjRQJa8SYsM4KtdL2XmQFRrU8siCoCcPq6ppe6=s440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="210" data-original-width="440" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgn0S6h7-F3bFbZKEdca0eKOHopeqIo85Fcdgu6OrKqBHzmOUFRVCGeeQCN8ajykJjJJzZf0Hp6CM7U4lK2iu2saYMVv3kDNq8agl0XOw3cqUCA9-bYuDgoqo4TFFBQJKMZjQBpzFMrkadQzGtysvpjRQJa8SYsM4KtdL2XmQFRrU8siCoCcPq6ppe6=w400-h191" width="400" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /> </span></span><p></p>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-71390330033905435362021-11-10T15:33:00.000-05:002021-11-10T15:33:06.245-05:00Ace<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In Memory of Ace</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADunH3RdgSw/YYwqNg9IeLI/AAAAAAAABG8/IURbFR1ZmYE57zhVhJ8TI82TCt1eWfiAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2006/Ace%2B%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2006" data-original-width="1352" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADunH3RdgSw/YYwqNg9IeLI/AAAAAAAABG8/IURbFR1ZmYE57zhVhJ8TI82TCt1eWfiAgCLcBGAsYHQ/w216-h320/Ace%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="216" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">On August 29, 2021 we had to say good-bye to our first dog, Ace (originally Mario). We remember picking him up at Lucky Stars 2 days before Christmas in 2011. The woman carried him out with his head resting on her shoulder, and I fell in love instantly. We will never forget his "beg" and his chomping, inviting us to play! Over the years, he struggled with allergies, fear aggression, and the increased loudness brought on by three human siblings that came into his life. Through the ups and downs, he remained my constant shadow. We will forever treasure the memories and countless pictures of him through our ten years we had him. We love you Acey and you will never be forgotten!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">- The Mingle Family</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoZHg9mgs0o/YYwq3uBBvHI/AAAAAAAABHE/j3sB85BjS2sG0ep0mg-jKCPxqhJD72hIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1953/Ace%2B%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoZHg9mgs0o/YYwq3uBBvHI/AAAAAAAABHE/j3sB85BjS2sG0ep0mg-jKCPxqhJD72hIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1953/Ace%2B%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1953" data-original-width="1579" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoZHg9mgs0o/YYwq3uBBvHI/AAAAAAAABHE/j3sB85BjS2sG0ep0mg-jKCPxqhJD72hIQCLcBGAsYHQ/w259-h320/Ace%2B%25283%2529.JPG" width="259" /></a></span></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jsqb0dZkb78/YYwrDCyGB7I/AAAAAAAABHI/Bfwg_tTonUMJvgBGUx2YLnuCNB2N90-iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Ace%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1303" data-original-width="2048" height="203" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jsqb0dZkb78/YYwrDCyGB7I/AAAAAAAABHI/Bfwg_tTonUMJvgBGUx2YLnuCNB2N90-iQCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h203/Ace%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a><p></p>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-61762424194536846122021-09-11T14:14:00.007-04:002021-09-11T14:34:55.257-04:00Winston (formerly Nox)<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Winston's Happy Ending</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGrc3pTl2Qs/YTzxrnZekuI/AAAAAAAABGU/-Tu5nechcBYD4YMPAHIM9IZI8uzBNHR7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s624/Winston%2BJune%2B21.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGrc3pTl2Qs/YTzxrnZekuI/AAAAAAAABGU/-Tu5nechcBYD4YMPAHIM9IZI8uzBNHR7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Winston%2BJune%2B21.jpg" width="292" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Winston (formerly Nox) made a very smooth transition to our home. He and his brother Sully, an adopted four-year-old, rescue cocker spaniel, have already bonded. At his last vet appt., Dr. John came out and exclaimed, “Winston is perfect! My days are usually made up of dogs biting me, nipping at me, or wanting to get away from me. Winston was a perfect gentleman, and all that he wanted to do was kiss me! He was an absolute JOY to have, pure JOY!” <br /><br />As a typical cocker, Winston loves, loves, loves to give kisses and to snuggle! He is not a fan of masks, since he likes to kiss your face, but beware if you leave one in your purse – he is excellent at pulling it out for you! <br /><br />He was fitted for a new harness and has quickly realized that walks are fun, and he’s made lots of new friends! When running at the ball field, Winston can be seen chasing butterflies and fireflies and jumping for them, reminding us of the simple joys in life. And boy can he run!!!<br /><br />As a puppy, Winston remains curious! If there were an award for picking up anything not nailed to the floor or rooted in the ground, Winston would win the gold medal! He is exceptional at pulling every toy out of the toy baskets, as well! He follows Sully’s leads and is really a fast learner. In fact, he knows most of his basic commands. We’re still working on not grabbing the towel when getting paws wiped, though! He is getting used to the vacuum – sort of – fingers crossed! He seems to like to learn and is intrigued by his interactive toys. He is a HUGE fan of car rides, too!<br /><br />Winston often goes to work with me and has made himself right at home. Work days are always better with cocker spaniels by your side! At night, he won’t fall asleep until his head is somewhere on me, (which I just love). <br /><br />You can’t be around Winston without realizing just how sweet and fun he is, and he is such a beautiful cocker! He seems to get happier and more handsome every day – if that is possible. In a very short amount of time, Winston has truly become a special part of our family and has a special place in my heart.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">- The Hazel Family</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfipYvRr5ao/YTzx05m8OEI/AAAAAAAABGY/CI8eYV3KrFAENoOhEwVsoNtD4nubt3msgCLcBGAsYHQ/s615/Winston%2BJune%2B21%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="615" height="255" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfipYvRr5ao/YTzx05m8OEI/AAAAAAAABGY/CI8eYV3KrFAENoOhEwVsoNtD4nubt3msgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Winston%2BJune%2B21%2B2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> </span><br /><p></p>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-69870580980362379002021-09-11T13:54:00.001-04:002021-09-11T13:54:44.187-04:00Toebe<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In Memory of Toebe</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQSKqf098w4/YTzsxPHivsI/AAAAAAAABGE/LyhA9Mq_DlQJVUwi_NX5E0_4f95UzcdOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1668/Toebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1668" data-original-width="954" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQSKqf098w4/YTzsxPHivsI/AAAAAAAABGE/LyhA9Mq_DlQJVUwi_NX5E0_4f95UzcdOQCLcBGAsYHQ/w183-h320/Toebe.jpg" width="183" /></a></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">He came to us in June 2013 as a four-year old with many health issues due to neglect. We learned what it truly means to heal a body and soul with love and attention. <br /><br />Toebe was just the companion I prayed for. He was my baby, and I was his person. He wanted nothing more than to be with me and our family all the time. He was playful, loving, silly, curious, always up for a walk or to cuddle on the couch. He was my beautiful shadow. <br /><br />In the last year, though, his health slowly deteriorated until a diagnosis of cancer was made. Toebe passed away and crossed the rainbow bridge on Friday, September 3, 2021. We miss him terribly but are ever grateful for the love and devotion he freely gave to each member of our family. He now runs pain free with his sisters, Cassidy and Dixie.<br /><br />- The Spillman Family</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4Vah6Nl41k/YTzs9JO7YdI/AAAAAAAABGI/Y95wN5o7BvA1E86PbIZIub9gB6Bv-BN7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1120/Toebe2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="1120" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4Vah6Nl41k/YTzs9JO7YdI/AAAAAAAABGI/Y95wN5o7BvA1E86PbIZIub9gB6Bv-BN7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Toebe2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> </span><p></p>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-15180265606073464732021-08-14T14:29:00.001-04:002021-08-14T14:29:24.788-04:00Harley<p> <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Harley's Happy Ending</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">This is our second adoption through CSAC. Our previous adoption was back in 2009 when we adopted Gus, who we renamed Tyler. Tyler passed in 2019 and it took a while until we were ready to adopt again. Once ready, we naturally came back to CSAC and found Harley. It was a perfect match! His previous owner passed away and he needed a loving home. He has been a blessing! Thank you so very much for the work you do.<br /><br />- The Lehman Family </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BdDtl5b3uAM/YRgLBPOweFI/AAAAAAAABF4/RM__8LKq4SQflifXTHgi9oYpl5vZMGAQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/Harley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BdDtl5b3uAM/YRgLBPOweFI/AAAAAAAABF4/RM__8LKq4SQflifXTHgi9oYpl5vZMGAQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/Harley.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-6881636242238139872021-08-06T17:37:00.000-04:002021-08-06T17:37:40.372-04:00Champ<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;">In Memory of Champ</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMvEO7I1GkM/YQ2qZfJbLXI/AAAAAAAABFo/Ph7YsRy82p4y5FZK0HDkHHOJcNMgY0MEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s703/Champ%2B%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="542" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMvEO7I1GkM/YQ2qZfJbLXI/AAAAAAAABFo/Ph7YsRy82p4y5FZK0HDkHHOJcNMgY0MEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Champ%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="247" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We adopted Champ from CSAC in 2008. He died suddenly of cancer. He was a beloved member of our family and we will miss him. Our little Champie was a mischievous soul. That was part of his charm. He was also friendly, loving, and cheerful. He brightened our life in so many ways.<br /><br />-The Refford Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-_2yYJ1HLk/YQ2qjUqYXwI/AAAAAAAABFs/YmO-ZuiW5jw1hVxfs0V_ER7djF24bODfACLcBGAsYHQ/s716/Champ%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="716" data-original-width="678" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-_2yYJ1HLk/YQ2qjUqYXwI/AAAAAAAABFs/YmO-ZuiW5jw1hVxfs0V_ER7djF24bODfACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Champ%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><br /></span></span><p></p>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-11502829921521223952021-03-24T17:40:00.001-04:002021-03-24T17:41:15.270-04:00Bebe<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In Memory of Bebe</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfn6hcmSJJc/YFuxSZ_PJVI/AAAAAAAABD4/q0r2X9NZFVoiqALVoDmw-PovLGb3wZlTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1806/Bebe%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1806" data-original-width="1609" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfn6hcmSJJc/YFuxSZ_PJVI/AAAAAAAABD4/q0r2X9NZFVoiqALVoDmw-PovLGb3wZlTQCLcBGAsYHQ/w178-h200/Bebe%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="178" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Our Bebe, who stole our hearts, took us on cross-country camping adventures, and helped us build an off-leash dog park, passed away March 18, 2021. What memories we now have of our twelve years together! She was our constant companion, and when she had a stroke a year ago, we were hardly ever out of her sight. She was a true snuggle-bunny, a counter-surfer extraordinaire, and a great traveling companion. Thanks to Bebe, we became RV people so she could come with us on trips, and she even has a Facebook page, Bebe's Big Adventures, where she wrote of all the trips we made together (she also was a very interesting writer). We adopted her in June, 2009. Thank you for putting her in our lives! <br /><br />- The Hanson Family</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUzKk84aYBc/YFuxaS8dGBI/AAAAAAAABD8/867r5wR_EvkREmiel1-tRchgSzk6DvTrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1286/Bebe%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1286" data-original-width="996" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUzKk84aYBc/YFuxaS8dGBI/AAAAAAAABD8/867r5wR_EvkREmiel1-tRchgSzk6DvTrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bebe%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> </span><p></p>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-73280805331044482162021-01-25T17:16:00.002-05:002021-01-25T17:16:36.514-05:00Noelle (formerly Glinda)<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Noelle's Happy Ending</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Glgz9LOD1FQ/YA8_QHzpywI/AAAAAAAABC8/9-toAGS8wsg-vjf0SHmBA5ESKFyq82SVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Ellie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1780" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Glgz9LOD1FQ/YA8_QHzpywI/AAAAAAAABC8/9-toAGS8wsg-vjf0SHmBA5ESKFyq82SVgCLcBGAsYHQ/w174-h200/Ellie.jpg" width="174" /></a></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">We are one month in to our adoption of our 2 year old cocker, Noelle (formerly Glinda). When CSAC called me to say they felt they had a good match for us, they were clearly looking out for Noelle as well as our family’s needs. She has been the PERFECT addition to our family. She is the age, size, and temperament that we were looking for. We are fortunate in that she assimilated into our family immediately. She is snuggly, loving, and a great eater. She loves her walks, and motivates us to keep moving. In the morning she wakes and snuggles up to us for some love and rubs before starting her day. After her morning walk and romp with her brother, she sleeps at our feet as we work. At night she passes out cuddled up with us and sleeps the night through. What more could we ask for? We are so grateful for the effort you put into rescuing and placing these precious animals and creating happy families. We couldn’t be happier!<br /><br />With gratitude,<br /><br />-The Badalamenti Family</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2hka1AqXbA/YA8_aXVIrbI/AAAAAAAABDA/-_HgLQCOhh0J05XNcIWhIx4aRvv5w77ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/NolleandKai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1590" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2hka1AqXbA/YA8_aXVIrbI/AAAAAAAABDA/-_HgLQCOhh0J05XNcIWhIx4aRvv5w77ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/NolleandKai.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> </span><p></p>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-20770977432322931942020-12-26T16:16:00.001-05:002020-12-26T16:16:52.062-05:00Ollie<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In Memory of Ollie</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-V93tq8UiU/X-enf8oc_SI/AAAAAAAABCU/aJ35dJbkhsoTzDSQSup52AtRIVDOuZ7UACLcBGAsYHQ/s664/Ollie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="664" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-V93tq8UiU/X-enf8oc_SI/AAAAAAAABCU/aJ35dJbkhsoTzDSQSup52AtRIVDOuZ7UACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Ollie.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">When we adopted Ollie (known as Snoopy when we adopted him), we were advised by the foster mom that he was a true couch potato. How true! His favorite place was the couch or our bed! He also loved sitting on our back porch to sun himself in the warmer months. Here he is on the back porch sitting on a cushioned chair, not the ground! He tolerated squirrels and chipmunks but did not like wild turkeys and would woof at them from our front door as they walked in our front yard. He did like going for walks, but only when it was not too hot or humid! His favorite time to walk was in the fall or spring. He was not a big fan of snow either!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Ollie was absolutely fixated on tennis balls but quickly spread out once he discovered squeaky toys. He would roll and play with his toys like clockwork each day. He was a real home body and loved nothing more than hanging out at home with us and his toys.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">He had a distinct personality. Indoors was his favorite place, people were preferred over other dogs, couches were better than floors. He gave unconditional love to everyone he met and is missed terribly.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">-The Polanec Family</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpYfHmGlSdM/X-enp-HLAlI/AAAAAAAABCY/hMp2-F1Lj_EU_sffRu7Jp3quJ3KLImb_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Ollie2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2022" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpYfHmGlSdM/X-enp-HLAlI/AAAAAAAABCY/hMp2-F1Lj_EU_sffRu7Jp3quJ3KLImb_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Ollie2.jpg" /></a></div><br /> </span></span></div>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-55393922008394177352020-08-29T18:49:00.002-04:002020-08-29T18:50:51.993-04:00Sophie McLovin<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In Memory of Sophie McLovin</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9WFGcqcUsc/X0raOdi-sYI/AAAAAAAABBM/wZvPi8Qr8JY_W0mZvCf12WQwa-1dL4NzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s480/Sophie%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Sophie McLovin" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9WFGcqcUsc/X0raOdi-sYI/AAAAAAAABBM/wZvPi8Qr8JY_W0mZvCf12WQwa-1dL4NzgCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/Sophie%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times;">Our precious "Sophie McLovin" (previously known as Bonnie) left us on Saturday 8/22/20 after a brief bout of lymphoma. After our first cocker Mocha passed away (had him from a pup), our daughters suggested we consider a Rescue. I found CSAC on-line and the search began. We saw her picture and she was definitely a work in progress. Because she was picked up as a stray, we didn't know much about her. Estimated age was 4yrs. Her fosters were very nice, and we decided "Bonnie" was the one. The journey began on Good Friday 2012, and the ride home was memorable. We took the back roads as they were faster but curvier and rolly. Unfortunately for our younger daughter, Bonnie had pancakes for breakfast, and we saw the evidence at a red light about half the way home. Sorry, Bonnie! Mocha had always slept in his bed in the family room but Bonnie now "Sophie" wasn't having it. She wanted to sleep with us and from that day forward, she slept with someone in bed, in her chair, under our bed or on the floor by the bed. She would always cuddle up to us in the family room. We have a large yard, and we were fortunate that Mocha liked it and always came back after chasing a deer, rabbits or squirrels. We didn't know about Sophie. We'll never forget the day she went outside to potty. She did her business and looked at us as if to say "ok, now what do you want to do?" We walked around the yard, and she never left our side. When she did, she was hunting in the flowerbeds or bushes but always came and found us when she was finished. We were surprised to see her eat worms and bugs when given the opportunity (after rains and nights). Since she was a stray, she obviously had to feed herself and would take any meal that posed itself. She loved going to the beach and digging for sand crabs. She was great with babies, small children and basically anybody. She was curious about other dogs & cats but after the introductions, she cared about her family and hung with us. I could go on and on but suffice it to say that we were blessed to have her for almost 8 years. Thank you for letting us share our story with you. It began with questions, continued with love and surprises and ended in heartbreak but we wouldn’t trade it for anything. We love & miss you Soph.<br /><br />-The Drinker Family<br /></span></span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmy9KqOEG80/X0radmE1K9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/s3P6xzhKKrgC_28gzB1wxfAQOkqA4lfjACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Sophie%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Sophie McLovin" border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1700" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmy9KqOEG80/X0radmE1K9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/s3P6xzhKKrgC_28gzB1wxfAQOkqA4lfjACLcBGAsYHQ/w266-h320/Sophie%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-37646645210018278652020-08-01T18:53:00.002-04:002020-08-29T18:51:19.001-04:00Opie<span style="color: #674ea7;"><font size="5"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Opie's (aka Onion) Happy Ending</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEEmkJgfIGQ/XyXxteqNxCI/AAAAAAAABA0/WqfFyAgkNuIKX-nIJEvEtP8Ri762oyIjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2543/Opie.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2543" data-original-width="1236" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEEmkJgfIGQ/XyXxteqNxCI/AAAAAAAABA0/WqfFyAgkNuIKX-nIJEvEtP8Ri762oyIjQCLcBGAsYHQ/w156-h320/Opie.jpg" width="156" /></a></div></span></font></span><br /><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";">It's been 1 year since we adopted Onion and officially changed his name to Opie. He weighed 20 lbs then and is 34 now! He and Oreo are great buddies, and Opie has come out of his shell. He loves to meet new people now. We are snowbirds in FL for the winter, and he loved it! And, he is a great traveler! Opie is a lot of fun now that he has learned to play. Playing ball is his favorite but getting his butt scratched is heaven!<br /><br />It hasn't been all easy. He still isn't happy when it comes to getting a bath or groomed. He does need medicated for that. Opie is very much my husband's dog, I get my share of loving from him, until he comes back in the room, and there he goes!<br /><br />We are very glad we found him and recommend adoption to anyone looking for a new family member!<br /><br />-The Jeffries Family</span></font><br />Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-27445537693485997602020-08-01T18:29:00.007-04:002020-08-01T18:57:19.821-04:00Rover<span style="color: #674ea7;"><font size="5"><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Rover's Happy Ending</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdDLCE_QzR0/XyXr8oF-VaI/AAAAAAAABAg/R03eQce4SwsbkuQwprdFW0NK7NMPT8GaACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20200229_113855.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1178" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdDLCE_QzR0/XyXr8oF-VaI/AAAAAAAABAg/R03eQce4SwsbkuQwprdFW0NK7NMPT8GaACLcBGAsYHQ/w184-h320/20200229_113855.jpg" width="184" /></a></div></span></font></span><br /><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";">Rover is the greatest thing to happen to us. He is so happy and so ready to love everyone he meets, and we are just absolutely smitten with him. He is a champion crier. When he begs for food or</span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";"></span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";"></span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";"> atten</span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";"></span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";">tion, he lets out the most pitiful sounding whimpers that would break your heart. At night, I tell him it is "bedtime!" and he finds a toy, carries it into the bedroom, and lays on his bed with his toy cradled in his paws. This routine will never get old. I love it so much! <br /><br />Rover eats so oddly and we crack up watching him. He takes a bite of food, walks away from his bowl and walks maybe 5-10 feet away, the whole time dropping almost every piece of food he has picked up. Our kitchen is swept now 2x a day to keep up with this so I guess it has never been cleaner ha-ha. We often forget he is blind because he gets around so well! <br /><br />Rover loves: treats, belly rubs, his toys, attention, walks, sunny spots to sleep in, and being near us.<br /><br />Rover hates: being away from us and closed doors. <br /><br />Thank you for allowing us to adopt the greatest boy ever!<br /><br /></span></font><div><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";">-The Mahoney Family</span></font></div><div><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";"><br /></span></font></div><div><font size="3"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHaQ1uN2cWU/XyXsIPpVGfI/AAAAAAAABAk/OwS5_s4rqME8g5rjr8fS7Y3_wmZFomUDACLcBGAsYHQ/s853/81562331_10100592078726835_7785412643942039552_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="682" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHaQ1uN2cWU/XyXsIPpVGfI/AAAAAAAABAk/OwS5_s4rqME8g5rjr8fS7Y3_wmZFomUDACLcBGAsYHQ/w256-h320/81562331_10100592078726835_7785412643942039552_o.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "times";"><br /></span></font></div><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vC9h3VPVYqE/XyXq_5Nu6hI/AAAAAAAABAI/DRyV4wnamqYRN8Wt5z0oI2PoLE-K68h4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20200229_113855.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div></span></font><font size="3"><span style="font-family: "times";"></span></font>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-47241399357007521072020-02-22T16:06:00.004-05:002020-08-01T18:57:56.172-04:00Kooper<span style="font-family: arial;"><font size="5"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>In Memory of Kooper (aka Fezzik)</span></span></font></span><br />
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<br /><br /><font size="3"><span style="font-family: times;">It is with an extremely heavy heart that we share the news of Kooper's passing. Our buddy boy crossed over the rainbow bridge this afternoon. Kooper was diagnosed with immune-mediated hemolytic anemia 3 weeks ago. After not responding as well as the doctors would have liked they did an abdominal ultrasound. Kooper was also suffering from cancer in his intestines and liver. Our sweet boy fought hard over the last week and lived his best life to the end. Although we are sad to only have had him for 2 short years, he was an angel that found us. He brought so much happiness to everyone he met and always drew a crowd when we would take him out. His puppy looks and sweet personality are truly going to be missed. <br /><br />- The Smith Family</span></font><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times";"><font size="3"><span><span>The last ten years with her have been the happiest of my life. She was with me through thick and thin, and became more of a familiar or a life partner, than a pet. We were inseparable, and she often followed me around the house like the sweet little velcro dog she was. When I first started fostering her, she was timid, shy, and terrified of any loud or unexpected sound. She was afraid of other animals and other people and kept herself to herself. After just a year or two of love and patience, she became a curious, confident (even stubborn!) dog who was adored by all who met her. She stopped being afraid of noise and settled into city life just fine, first in Philly and then in DC. She never became gregarious, but had gentleness and patience with all--even when neighborhood toddlers would crowd around and pull her ears, she would simply stand stock still until they were finished, staring at me with her big puppy dog eyes as if to say, "I'd do this all day for you." I called her a gateway dog, because even people who were generally afraid of dogs found themselves falling in love with her. She never became comfortable in a crate (and no wonder, given what she went through as a breeding dog befo</span></span><span><span>re you rescued her) but had such good manners it didn't matter. </span></span><br />
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Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-51268399650126583892019-12-15T12:59:00.002-05:002020-08-01T18:36:40.525-04:00Roy<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2dKMj_Nz1k/XfZ0NSbbooI/AAAAAAAAA9M/EeYzsG_oox8Ys4fFQTCk42MNWeywFqX0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/0226192052.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1418" data-original-width="1600" height="283" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2dKMj_Nz1k/XfZ0NSbbooI/AAAAAAAAA9M/EeYzsG_oox8Ys4fFQTCk42MNWeywFqX0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/0226192052.jpg" width="320" /></a><font size="5"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>Happy Ending for Roy</span></span></span></font><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><font size="3"><span>Jake (formerly Roy) is doing so well. He has settled in nicely. He loves long walks, playing with his toys, and meeting new people. Everybody loves Jake, and Jake loves everybody. He has some issues riding in cars, but other than that he is wonderful.<br /><br />-The Jones Family</span></font></span>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-60847538197675160502019-12-15T12:42:00.001-05:002020-08-01T18:37:13.755-04:00Tyson<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-od3IOC-uFEw/XfZs2RC5ptI/AAAAAAAAA8o/PqL2iGWA818TGmF6gPCAaDYPlS-R7ItNACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_0394.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="990" data-original-width="1280" height="247" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-od3IOC-uFEw/XfZs2RC5ptI/AAAAAAAAA8o/PqL2iGWA818TGmF6gPCAaDYPlS-R7ItNACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0394.jpg" width="320" /></a><font size="5"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span>Tyson's Happy Ending</span></span></span></font><br />
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<font size="3"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>Tyson has been a part of our family for a little over 3 weeks now and it feels like he's always been here. He's most definitely "settled in" and comfortable. Lady (in picture on the right, Tyson on the left) shares her space and "parents" without issue now. The three of us enjoy walks through the woods and around the lake almost every day. Tyson's stamina is increasing and no one believes he's 15 years old! He and Lady have their spots in my office (I work PT from home) and are perfect office-mates!<br /><br />He's a wonderful dog; beautiful, sweet, very mellow, loving and happy. We are all so glad to have him as part of the family.<br /><br />-The Young Family</span></span></font><br />
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<span>Baxter was so loved by his mom Maryanne. His life was to short due to Mast cell cancer. I'm hoping that all dog lovers will keep up to date on canine cancers and donate to any canine cancer research. Baxter is looking down and sending his love to the CSAC for giving him a chance. Baxter was our first rescue. Baxter never growled, or yipped .His first two years of life were in a kennel, then he came to us. He went blind in one eye two years ago. He sat without a problem putting three meds in his eyes twice a day. My heart went with him because of the love he gave everyday. When I found a lump in May, I scheduled his surgery. We thought we were home free. My poor buddy had a reoccurrence after 3 months. The mast cell came back with a vengeance. I promised my Baxter on his last day I would do whatever I could to help get rid of this terrible canine cancer. Baxter was the love of my life. A dog 7 years old is to young to be gone. He was special.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Brooklyn lost her life to Cancer. She went from a super happy, loving dog to one who was in obvious pain and slept all the time. How do I describe Brooklyn - From the day I got her she was one of those dogs who loved life, me and even her “sister” also rescued, Amy. Brooklyn did everything with enthusiasm. She always did whatever I asked of her. She never got into the trash, didn’t beg for food when I was eating, unlike her sister, never had an accident in the house, came when called, and when she got excited ( usually when it was time for breakfast and/or dinner) she had the cutest bark - high in altitude and just filled love and happiness. She was the perfect dog. The only thing I was not happy about was that I had her only one year before Cancer took her. She will be missed dearly. <br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">In Memory of Duke</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: medium;">It is with great sadness that I write to let you know one of your adopted dogs passed away last week at the age of 15. I rescued Duke in June of 2006, just shy of my 22nd birthday, and he was by my side ever since. We even lived in York, England while I completed my Masters degree in 2008-2009. After my marriage, he tolerated my husband, and later, my two boys, but everyone knew he really only had eyes for me. He was my constant shadow. I feel lucky to have had him in my life for as long as I did. He was the best dog anyone could have asked for. My heart broke in two when it came time to say goodbye. He will be forever missed. Thank you for bringing us together.<br /><br />-The Walters Family</span>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348695578556799334.post-63044154409435146122018-01-24T14:12:00.001-05:002020-12-26T16:20:08.018-05:00Daisy Mae<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dUfrdHA8CY/WmjZiCE22XI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Jzcnn2X8Jcs111PhuxhlyrdF5CCFTT9ywCEwYBhgL/s1600/image.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="256" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dUfrdHA8CY/WmjZiCE22XI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Jzcnn2X8Jcs111PhuxhlyrdF5CCFTT9ywCEwYBhgL/s320/image.png" width="241" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">In Memory of Daisy Mae </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Daisy Mae aka Juniper who was adopted February 10, 2014 crossed the rainbow bridge on Monday, January 15, 2018 due to a suspected brain tumor. Daisy arrived at our house a tiny, scared, girl who had been over bred and horribly neglected. She was afraid of everyone and everything.<br />
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During her time with us, Daisy Mae blossomed into an inquisitive dog who played with toys and interacted with our guests. She was always full of energy and very happy go lucky. As soon as the alarm clock buzzed in the morning, she would get everybody out of bed to go downstairs for breakfast. She followed us through the house circling our legs like a cat. Outside, she would assist with the gardening by eating the ripe tomatoes. She also loved trips to the mountains to visit her grandparents. Thank you for placing her with our family. She brought so much joy in the short time she was with us.<br />
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The Teeter Family</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">His name was Hashtag but now is Luka. He is doing quite well and is very happy. It has taken a lot of TLC to help him, and we were the right people to do it. He is a gentle loving little boy and the love of our lives along with his sister, Annabel. They don't spend too much time together yet but it's coming along slowly. I wanted to build his confidence a little bit more. He loves running and jumping in our backyard and just wags all over the place.<br /><br />Thank you so very much for all you do!<br /><br />-The Barton Family</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">Tyler's Happy Ending</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I would like to thank you for bringing a little wigglebutt into my life. This coming August 9th (2017) will be 8 years since I adopted from your center. At the time, his name was Gus. He was starting a new chapter in his life so I gave him a new name. He now goes by Tyler. He had a lot of trust issues in the beginning, but with a lot of love and patience, he turned into a sweetheart. Thanks again and God bless you for all you do for those in need.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />-The Lehman Family</span></span>Happy Endings and Memorialshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137486023405557290noreply@blogger.com0