Remembering

 

  • Goodbye, old friends…

    Goodbye, old friends…

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  • Remembering Sam

    Remembering Sam

    The beginning… Sam, Rusty, Mickey, Mazie, and Bubba Dog, all came into my life as younger dogs, before KARF. We shared many years together; they were my family. As they all began to grow old, I became increasingly aware of the special needs of senior dogs and how much they still had to offer, how much their lives still mattered, yet how little value they held for others. It was in their growing old that I found my life’s work. I adopted Sam from our local shelter as a puppy. My Mom and I picked him out together. We shared the next 12 years together and made many wonderful memories. He died the same week as my Mom and the same day I received the Bell Award for my volunteer work in the animal community. I accepted it in his honor. Goodbye, my old friend. I will always hold close my memories of you.

    With love~
    Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Rusty

    Remembering Rusty

    Rusty lived his life at the end of a chain until he was rescued by The Shamrock Foundation. I took him in as a foster and the rest is history, as they say. We were fast friends and I loved him from the Rusty Trailstart. He had gone through something in his life but I would never know just what. For the first 6 months he would have nightmares, waking me every night with loud, frantic screams. I could only try and make him feel safe. Over time, the nightmares became less and less until they finally went away. We shared the next 8 years together. Despite treatment, he eventually died from cancer. I miss everything about him. I miss seeing his sweet face and his big brown eyes, always waiting for me to go to bed so he could. He was always sure to let me know when it was bedtime by making trips back and forth to the bedroom, standing and staring at me until I would go to bed with him. We were always together. He loved going for walks in the woods with his friends. After he died, I named the trail we always walked on after him. It is now “Rusty’s Trail” and has been shared by many KARF dogs. I can’t think of a better way to remember him.

    Goodbye, my sweet boy.
    With love~
    Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Mickey

    Remembering Mickey

    I adopted Mickey when he was a puppy and had him his entire life, 13 years. We had lots of fun together over those years and I have many cherished memories of our life together. I will always miss him. Goodbye, my Fuzzball With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Mazie

    Remembering Mazie

    Mazie was found on a country road by a friend after being hit by a car. I took her in and nursed her back to health. She had an injured disc and it took many months for her to recover but she was eventually as good as new. We spent 15 years together and I will always carry her in my heart. Goodbye, my Lou Lou With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Bubba Dog

    Remembering Bubba Dog

    Bubba Dog was abandoned by his owner and I took him in. He was huge and his personality was just as big. Wherever we went, he was the center of attention, as he should have been. What fun it was having him in my life. We shared 3 years together. He eventually died from cancer. I miss our special trips to the park, just him and me, sitting under the shade tree next to the creek on warm summer days. Goodbye, my big boy. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Franklin and Isabelle

    Remembering Franklin and Isabelle

    I adopted Franklin and Isabelle, a breeding pair of mini Dachshunds, after they had been rescued from a very miserable puppy mill existence by KARF. They joined WIlma, another mini Dachshund rescue who was already part of the household. Three or four teeth between the two of them they were a bit of a handful even though I had dealt with several rescues in the past. I was to discover that what they eventually returned to me in the way of their love and trust was in direct proportion to how much they had suffered in the past. Franklin in particular took a year to make his way from almost unable to be touched to the household greeter, bestowing affection to whomever came in the front door. It was a remarkable turnaround. I miss them both, their lives with me were certainly shorter than I would have wished for but I feel privileged to have been able to provide them with the shelter and love they were so badly deprived of in the first part of their lives. I was so proud of how they adjusted and were able to become loved (and house trained!). The curious little pack has all passed away at this point, I do miss them all but was very lucky to have them in my life. Not nearly as lucky as Franklin and Isabelle were to be rescued from a terrible existence. So all three of us have much to be grateful to KARF for. Ghandi observed that one could judge a society by the way it treats its animals. By this yardstick we fall woefully short but we an individuals have an opportunity to do what we can, the rewards are enormous. ~Jeff
  • Remembering Lambchop

    Remembering Lambchop

    Remembering Lambchop Tribute Lamby To our precious little blessing, who was released from our arms, and his pain on Monday, May 25th 2009. We miss you so very much and are reminded of you every day. You suffered greatly at the hands of puppy mill owners for 14 years. But through Angie and her rescue, God guided you to us. You where in such a sad, fearful state when you first came to your forever home, but for the next 5 years we were all taught lessons of God's gentle love and the true meaning of trust and all your fears were replaced by love. We look toward that wonderful day when we will be together, and with joy we will hold your tender little body in our arms, feel the softness of your fur, gaze into your gentle eyes and feel the warmth of your loving heart again. You have been so sadly missed, and little Lamb know that you are so greatly loved forever. ~Wendy and Larry
  • Remembering Sunny

    Remembering Sunny

    To our sweet Sunny. You were our little mother hen from the day we brought you home from Angie's rescue. We were going to foster you but that idea was out the window quickly and you joined our family. Your mothering was like no other. Mothering the other little dogs and mothering your little stuffed toys, especially the ones that looked like you. We miss you so much. I still have your favorite little toy lion on my bed, chewed and missing its little pieces. I hold it sweetly to my heart knowing it meant so much to you. It was so hard to let you go but I know you are mothering all the little ones coming over the bridge, and that you will be waiting for us too and our hearts will join again. I miss your sweet soft lovingness. ~ Wendy and Larry
  • Remembering Bea

    Remembering Bea

    To Bea, that notice be taken of your life. I will remember the ready adulation you granted me, greater than I deserved. I will remember the gift of your "dogness", as a special way of living. I will remember the gift of your sharing with me the final year of your life. I will remember seeing in your eyes, the gift of your trust in me when things went so wrong. I will remember. I will take notice. ~ Lynn
  • Remembering Mason

    Remembering Mason

    Mason was an elderly dog when left behind by his 'person' who moved away. It is unknown how long he was left alone. Perhaps a neighbor called because his name was apparently made known to the animal control officer who picked him up. Once at the shelter, he was placed in a kennel with other larger dogs who treated him badly. I adopted him from KARF and changed his named to Mason in a failed attempt to remove the vestiges of his old life. Unfortunately, I could not remove the damage done to his body from years of neglect. Although many put effort into making his life better, heartworm disease, for which KARF provided treatment, had permanently damaged his heart. He also suffered from an enlarged prostate because he had never been neutered. Most of his teeth had to be pulled. He did have good days. He loved his treats and had a soft, warm bed. I hope he knew he was loved. In the end, the best I could give him was relief from his life of suffering. ~ Katie
  • Remembering Jenny

    Remembering Jenny

    Jenny was picked up as a stray and ended up at a local shelter in rural KY. She had a lame rear leg due to an old, untreated injury. The Woodstock Foundation took Jenny from the shelter and asked if KARF could keep her temporarily. Little did I know, she would steal my heart from the beginning and we would share the next 9 years together. Instead of having her lame leg amputated, I had it fixed, allowing her to run and play the way all dogs deserve. Her favorite things were watching bunnies hop around the yard each evening, waiting for just the right moment to chase after them, and going for long walks in the woods with her best friends, Emily and Beanie. Despite treatment, she eventually died from cancer. For Jenny~ Spring is finally here and I am without you to share it...I see bunnies in the yard at sunset, your favorite time of day, and think of you. Each time I walk in the woods you are with me. Goodbye, my sweet Jenny. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Pearl

    Remembering Pearl

    Some years ago, I attended a dog auction to help a friend transport dogs to their rescue. I had no intention of leaving with a dog myself. Throughout the day, I watched as the breeder put his "goods" on display, as if they were simply inanimate objects. At some point during the day they brought out a table full of Min Pins. One by one, they were purchased. However, one remained on the table. A tiny senior girl with a deformed leg, no teeth, so obese she could barely walk, and a hernia the size of a softball. Despite the repeated calls of the auctioneer.... $10, $10, $10, $10, who will give me $10.....no one found her to be worthy of $10. I can't find the words to explain what I felt, seeing that beautiful animal on display and regarded as garbage....worthless. I bid the $10 and she was mine. I struck gold that day. I would name her Pearl. She was in especially bad shape but over time, I fixed her up as best I could, given the damage done to her tiny body during her years as a breeding dog. "You cost me $10 but are worth a million", is what I always said to her. I reminded her again as I said goodbye. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Abbey

    Remembering Abbey

    Abbey was a puppy mill survivor. She spent the first eight years of her life confined to a cage, pushing out puppies to help support the breeder who imprisoned her. In exchange for helping pay the bills, she was robbed of her freedom, the sunshine on her face, the grass at her feet, and the bond which she worked so hard to form with her babies, her sole possessions. They too would be taken from her time and time again. She also suffered from a missing rear foot, forcing her to walk on the bone of her leg, a mouth full of rotting teeth, a liver which barely functioned, tumors on every breast, drug resistant intestinal bacteria, and a seizure disorder which would eventually end her life. It took more than a year of continual care and significant vet bills to get her relatively healthy but she was finally able to enjoy a life filled with the love and appreciation she had long deserved. Despite all she had gone through during her years as a puppy mill dog, she retained the ability to forgive. I will always remember her shy smile. Goodbye, my sweet Abbey. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Lilly

    Remembering Lilly

    Lilly was discarded at the local pound by her family. She was to be adopted but the family was informed that she had an ear infection so they decided they no longer wanted her. KARF was asked to help and so we did. Within a few days, it was discovered that she had an advanced stage of cancer. I was told she had about 3 months to live. More than anything, I wanted to give her a chance to know love and to be valued. So, we began treatment for her cancer. She defied all odds and lived a wonderful life for the next two years. Her favorite thing to do was play with tennis balls. For Lilly~ You filled my heart with unconditional love and brightened my days. You have been one of the good fortunes of my life and I will never forget you. I still long for the sound of your tennis balls bouncing on the floor, urging me to play. Your eyes....how I miss them. Goodbye, my sunshine. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Tribute Georgia

    Tribute Georgia

    Georgia was picked up as a stray and ended up at our local pound. KARF was asked to help and so we did. She was very sick at the time with kennel cough, badly infected eyes and ears and she also had numerous breast tumors. We treated her infections, removed the tumors, which were benign, and we shared the next two and a half years together. Despite treatment, she eventually died from cancer. For Georgie~ My lovable, funny, silly, happy, unique little girl. I miss you every day and will always think of you and smile. What fun it was having you around. Goodbye, my sweet Belle. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Chuckie

    Remembering Chuckie

    Chuckie was discarded at our local pound by his family. KARF was asked to help and so we did. He had severe dental disease and was missing part of his lower jaw. We treated his infection and all his teeth had to be removed. He also had significant arthritis in his neck, which we also treated. We shared the next two years together. He eventually died unexpectedly from an autoimmune problem. For Chuckie~ You weighed just 5 pounds but your presence was larger than life. I'm sorry I could not get to you in time and I miss you every day. How I wish we could have had more time together. Goodbye, my little boy. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Billy

    Remembering Billy

    Billy was discarded at our local pound by his family at 13 years of age. KARF was asked to help and so we did. He suffered from arthritis and neurological problems, causing him to walk mostly with his front legs while only using his rear legs for balance. He had clearly walked that way for some time because he had adapted well and got around quite well. He also had no teeth and had to be hand fed. We shared the next two and a half years together. He was sweet, gentle and quiet, never asking for a thing. Goodbye, my little lamb. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Benford

    Remembering Benford

    Benford was picked up as a stray and ended up at our local pound. KARF was asked to help and so we did. He suffered from arthritis and neurological problems, causing his back legs to not move quite right, but he adapted well to this and followed me wherever I went, running in his funny little way. We treated his kennel cough and had to have many of his teeth removed. He eventually developed a collapsing trachea. Despite treatment, he was unable to survive it. I will always cherish the year we had together. Goodbye, my sweet Benford. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Daniel

    Remembering Daniel

    Danny was turned in as a stray at our local pound. In addition to being a senior dog, it was discovered that he had a severe heart murmur and could not be placed for adoption. KARF was asked to help and so we did. We took to the vet and found that he had a grade 5 heart murmur, a very enlarged heart, congestive heart failure and extremely high liver enzymes. Over the next several months, we treated all his ailments. His liver recovered and his heart condition was made stable with numerous medications. He finally felt good, was happy, and enjoying life. His heart condition required constant management to deal with its progression over the next two years and it eventually ended his life. Danny was quiet, sweet and a fighter. He hung in there with me despite all the odds against him. His favorite thing to do was lay under our maple tree with his best friend Ernie. Goodbye, my sweet Daniel. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Beatle Bug

    Remembering Beatle Bug

    Beatle came to KARF after her owner became ill with cancer. He asked me in advance if we would care for her once he was gone, and we agreed. He eventually had to be moved into a nursing home and I learned she had been alone in the home for two weeks, with a family member feeding her each day. I went right away and brought her home with me. We became fast friends, as is so easy to do with Beagles. We made a trip to the nursing home to visit her Dad before he died, letting him know that she was safe. We spent the next four years together. She too eventually died of cancer. She must have been the world’s greatest Beagle. I sure do miss her. Goodbye, my sweet Beatle Bug. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Sara

    Remembering Sara

    Sara was a puppy mill survivor. She came to us at 9 years of age. While years of breeding had certainly taken its toll on her body, most the damage had been done to her mind and spirit. I took almost a year before she would allow me to pet her without cowering flat on the ground. We spent the next 8 years together but I was never fully able to gain her trust. She allowed me to show her affection but she was always tentative and afraid. I provided her with all the things she needed to be safe and physically healthy. I only wish I could have done more to heal her spirit. I hope she knew that she was loved. Goodbye, my sweet Sara. May your mind now be at peace. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Ben

    Remembering Ben

    Ben spent the first 11 years of his life in a puppy mill. An old man, suffering from arthritis and other health problems, he made his way to us. Never having experienced love or affection, I was surprisedBen in_feeding_box by his gentle, loving nature. He simply wanted love and so he was showered in it for the next 5 years of his life. I treated his arthritis and dealt with two types of cancer. He eventually developed megaesophagus and required a special method of feeding. Since he weighed 75 pounds, I had to figure out a way to manage this. Through trial and error, a wonderful friend and I made a device which allowed him to be fed properly. He was so patient and willing to do whatever was asked of him. He had no clue why he had to go inside a “box” to eat every day, but because I asked him to, he did it without protest. We managed his condition this way for more than a year but it would eventually end his life. His favorite thing to do was be wherever I was. I loved him more than I can say. How lucky I was to share the last years of his life with him. Goodbye, my big bear. With love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Sweetie

    Remembering Sweetie

    I found Sweetie standing next to the side of the road one cold winter night. I opened the car door and he jumped in as if he had been waiting for me to pick him up. He sat straight up in the front seat, like a perfect gentleman, watching out the front window as we drove home. I was short on foster space so I asked my Mom if she would foster him for me temporarily. The rest is history, as they say. They became fast friends. He was her constant companion for the next 2 years and he was by her side when she died. I then continued caring for him. He eventually developed laryngeal paralysis, which we successfully treated with surgery. However it is a progressive neurological disease and caused him to eventually lose use of his back legs. His favorite thing to do was sit in the back yard and watch the birds. What an honor It was, caring for my Mom's treasured friend. Goodbye, Sweetie.
  • Remembering Howard

    Remembering Howard

    Howard was found as a stray and he came to us a broken dog. He seemed as if he thought he didn\\u2019t even deserve to be alive. Over the next year I worked to fix his physical problems and worked to help him feel safe and worthy. He was beginning to come around but died just a year later from cancer. I wish we had had more time together. Watching him run through the snow was a beautiful image, one I will always hold close. With Love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Remembering Nicky

    Remembering Nicky

    After a long history of neglect, a kind animal control officer in rural KY convinced the owner to surrender him to their shelter. KARF was asked to help and so we did. Nicky had an endless list of problems. Mange,  heartworm disease, eye and ear infections, untreated broken bones from being hit by numerous cars, causing arthritis as a result, and old gun shot wounds. To say he had been through the ringer would be an understatement. I drove 3 hours to the shelter to get him. He was a physical mess and I could see I had my hands full but I loved him the moment I met him and knew I could turn his life around. We treated the heartworm disease, mange, infections and managed his arthritis. He became a brand new dog, running and playing as if he were young again. He loved his toys and you never saw him without one in his mouth. It was an amazing transition to witness. We spent the next 3 years together. Despite treatment, he died from a bone disease. He was one of the best dogs I have ever had. He was like having the sun inside my home. I will never forget him. Goodbye, my Big Head With Love~ Your friend, Angie
  • Goodbye, old friends…
  • Remembering Sam
  • Remembering Rusty
  • Remembering Mickey
  • Remembering Mazie
  • Remembering Bubba Dog
  • Remembering Franklin and Isabelle
  • Remembering Lambchop
  • Remembering Sunny
  • Remembering Bea
  • Remembering Mason
  • Remembering Jenny
  • Remembering Pearl
  • Remembering Abbey
  • Remembering Lilly
  • Tribute Georgia
  • Remembering Chuckie
  • Remembering Billy
  • Remembering Benford
  • Remembering Daniel
  • Remembering Beatle Bug
  • Remembering Sara
  • Remembering Ben
  • Remembering Sweetie
  • Remembering Howard
  • Remembering Nicky