Hallie was a great bird dog. She not only hunted during bird season but also was in bird dog trails. She would spent hours playing fetch. She was such a loving friend. We miss her so much.
Gabby moved on to the next life, early the morning of October 2, 2017. Ever eager to explore, her aged body could no longer transport her mind to new adventures. She could not contribute nor comment further on a world that that surely needs her considerable wealth of insight, of guidance. Nothing new remained to bark at, chase, or ignore (mainly jackrabbits).
Gabby, a B&W ESS, was born January 28, 2003, and lived in Evans, Georgia for a few months before moving to the River Club, North Augusta, SC, in June, 2003. Ever active, she moved to my house on Georgia Avenue in March, 2004. We then moved on a job transfer to Amarillo in April, 2005, where she lived for over ten years. We adopted Daisy, a four year old L&W ESS, in October, 2010. We all moved on a job transfer to Los Alamos in June, 2015. We made regular trips back home to Amarillo and a couple to the house in North Augusta. Declining health began to limit her mobility in July, 2017 and so we made the best of her remaining time. Earlier weeks good. Last few weeks very tough. She passed peacefully in her sleep, at home in Amarillo.
She was a spoiled irascible soul, resplendent in the gamet of all emotions, barking from sheer unrestrained Disneyesque joy to occasional spitting mad psychopathological anger. The latter erupting only when confronted with an utter lack of common sense.
She had sufficiently trained me to be a long suffering supportive pawn and chauffeur. In return, she shared her life of curiosity, wonder and revelation. She was never bored, never.
She rarely met another dog she liked, even tolerated. Nipped the nose of many, pointer, golden & shetland included, all merely wanting to acknowledge the presence of one as beautiful as themselves. No way. All unworthy.
She did have a long running deep friendship with a neighboring Vizla, Chili. Chili and Gabby, sharing a telepathic view understood by few sets of identical twins, sauntered through life together for many years. Each greeting choreographed with a manic, adrenaline infused, display of hyper mode play.
Daisy, patient and understanding, omniscient, put up with Gabby’s view of life to the point of mimicking many of her behaviors. Better to join ’em. Stereo barking motivates one to leave the couch and DVR the golf tournament for later viewing.
She enjoyed travel. She helped me put over 300,000 miles on the Pathfinder. Through the years, we would drive back to the house in North Augusta for both Masters and Christmas. Sometimes a summer trip. Trips to see friends and relatives in Virginia and Ohio. I took her with me to camp, hike and fish the Rockies, from Montana, through Wyoming and Colorado, of course New Mexico and Texas. She had a great sense of direction. She sniffed the vents, jumped from seat to seat and barked in joyful anticipation of arrival at our homes in South Carolina and Texas. She loved the parks. Something new to check out.
She enjoyed visits to the groomers and vets. Again, something new to check out.
She was loyal. Gleefully announced my arrival home from work. She knew where I was at all times. When working in the yard on hot West Texas summer days, she would go inside to enjoy the A/C and watch me from a window. We played “hide n seek” like kids. She always found me.
She taught me to enjoy simpler things. Took pleasure in every new tennis ball, every new smell, the time spent together, every moment really. She was life. None better.
She’s in heaven of course because God would not leave one so perfect behind. I hope she waits for me but either way, she deserves a moment.
On 05/16/2012 Fredrick Estep became a part of our family. I work at a recycling bailing facility and we were loading recycling material into a bailer. One of our guys found this very tiny kitten and then another one.We looked and found more but they were all dead so I took these 2 babies home with me.They were not more than a day or so old but we bottle fed them and had decided to just adopt them out when they were old enough. The little boy kitten,we named him Fredrick because he had some sharp little claws that reminded us of Freddy Krueger on nightmare on elm street. The little girl kitten I decided to call Fredrika because I knew who ever adopted her would for sure change it. Anyways as they got closer to the age of being adoptable I had fell in love with Fredrick and he seemed like a part of me. We adopted out Fredrika and had people looking at Fredrick but I just couldn’t let him go. It caused a pretty good argument for a little bit but we finally came to a comprimise and we kept him. He was always my little buddy and would go to work with me at times. He would also be waiting at the door for me when I was supposed to be home,then he would sit in my lap or on my shoulder and watch tv and when it was bedtime he would let me know he was ready lol. Frederick had his own spot in our bed and if you didn’t watch him closely he would take up the whole king size bed. On the evening of 02/06/2018 his story ended and another chapter of mine began. Never have I had a pet that was more like my child. I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU ALWAYS FREDRICK.Thank You for letting me put Fredricks unique life on here.
It still brings tears to think about my Emme. I think she loved ma as much as I did her. We had that connection. If I left a room it was with my shadow. She slept on my side of the bed and was always in the “zone” as my husband called it. 2 to 3 feet away. As she dealt with the complications of Diabetes she adjusted to the shots and eventually the blindness she would listen and smell to find her way. She dominated our other Jack Russell Daisy. Hope we see each other again and you will be healthy. Just loved her.
She was a real gift and I love her very much I will miss you so much your love was so unconditional I enjoyed being her momma.
Dora,
Daddy loves you I always will. You will always be my sugar plum. Thank you for your unconditional love. I will never forget you.
Love,Daddy
My soul shattered the day you left. Nothing will ever be the same. You will always be my bestest friend in the whole good gob world. I will see you soon. I love you so much Duke.
Dobby started out as a gift to my grandmother for her birthday! I went to pick him out at the local shelter here, and I swear I must have walked through the entire place three or four times before I saw him (my sister saw him actually) and he was so tiny and scared. I looked at him and he looked at me it was an instant bond and I realized then that he would go on to be my dog.
I suffer from clinical depression and severe anxiety, he was registered last year as my service animal and I took him everywhere with me…except where I went today and a fire took him from me. I really can’t see myself without him in my life; he was such a warm light that brought so much love and sweet kisses into my life that I don’t know how I am going to handle not seeing him every day.
He was such a sweetheart and loved to get belly rubs, he adored getting McDonald’s every once in awhile, and oddly enough he adored pickles. He had such a huge impact on my life, and I can only hope he knew just how much I loved him and that I will keep him with me forever–I won’t ever forget him and he was the best dog I ever had.
Django
Django came to our house as a rescue baby.He was going to have friends right away, I already had Kennedy and Bebe, and they hit it off wonderfully. Django was the more laid back of the bunch and loved to play with toysand other objects, later we found that he had a unique taste for other objects. (Undies) I took him to Charla’s Cuddly Cuts for the first time and told them to do whatever they wanted to do with his crazy hair. They called me and told me that his personality was to leave a mohawk all the way down his back, so they did and I loved it and that is how he remained. They did all sorts of things with his mohawk. They colored his Mohawk purple,blue and then red, when he was red they were taking him to a convention to be a flying monkey for a Wizard of Oz creative competition. Everyone loved him and his unique face and awesome style. The first night we were in Dallas, sometime in themiddle of the night Django found one of Amanda’s socks and chewed a hole in it and then placed the evidence in Dombie’s purse,she was the wicked witch at the show that year and he was her flying monkey. He had many quirks that we all loved and adored. You could say Django had two families- his
rescue family and his grooming famiy. Everyone loved to see his smiling big poufy lips and adorable face everywhere we went. He was always a hit. We didn’t really know about Django’s past, but I knew his future WOULD BE MY HONOR the minute I saw him. When someone you love passes over the rainbow bridge you never quite get over it, you just slowly learn how to go on without them. I WILL always keep HIS MEMORY tucked safely in MY heart
Daisy was discarded at local grocery store during the night. After an hour of pleading, this 6 lb. angel happily came with me, sat in front seat with a look that said “let’s go home. After removal of 12 bad teeth, this little girl took on the world. Vet said she was approximately 13 when I found her. What a joy she brought to my life. I had just lost my husband and son a few months before and did not want a pet at the time, but both of our lives were changed for the best. I knew our time together would not be long, but tried to make up for whatever sadness she had before me.
She started as a truck driving dog and traveled all over the U.S and Canada. She played on the beach in Virginia Beach and avoided alligators in Florida. Her life was full of many adventures and the time just flew by. She didn’t realize she was a dog until Sasha(new puppy) came along did she learn some of the joys of being a dog. She mothered her even though Sasha was 80 lbs. heavier you would have never known it. She filled our hearts with joy and she will be missed dearly.
Chugger was the most amazing, regal black lab and a true member of our family. When we brought him home as a puppy, we had a basset hound and a westie terrier to greet him. Spooke, the terrier would pick on him sometimes and we would tell her she shouldn’t do that because he’s going to be much bigger than her some day! Sure enough, he grew and grew into the most handsome and sweet furry man. He loved fetching anything when we took them all to Canadian to play in the ponds and rivers. Near the end of his fourteen years we would take him for walks around the block when he felt like going. Having developed some hip dysplasia, he didn’t get around as well as he used to. During one of our last walks about half way around the block he laid down and decided he wasn’t walking a step further. The kids went back home, and Chugger rode home in their wagon. He was so loved and still after many years remembered and missed greatly.
