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Miniature Schnauzer Rescue of Houston |
July 9, 2004 – 12-14 years old – Karen Gayeski Coleman
Although Henry was only with me for 2 yrs and 2 mo and spent 4 of those with another foster, this senior boy touched my heart forever. He could read my mind. What a kind and gentle soul. He traveled over the rainbow bridge July 9, 2004 and we estimated his age at 12-14 yrs. I hope to be reunited with my sweet handsome little man one day.
April 22, 1992 – September 27, 2006, Mummy, Daddy, Michelle and Melissa
We named you ‘Gussietta the Snob’ on the drive to pick you up. It was the summer of 1992. Then we lovingly changed it into silly nicknames over the years, that, when spoken, will always warm our hearts. You were our ‘Gussie”, our “Doodie”, our “Goose”, and even our “Fattie”. I remember taking you home on a blanket in the car, and then how much you loved car rides, seeing the “DOGGIES!” as we passed by, and how you would bark our ears off whilst going through the car wash! I remember how much you loved your “chewies”, your “bone-bones”, “chockies”, “bickies” and your fruits and veggies. You were so smart. I could talk to you in sentences, you knew your tricks like the back of your paw, and you knew your soft, red lobster (“Lobbie!!”) from every other toy in the box. I will never forget you trying to hide behind the door when we mentioned ‘bath time’, and how you loved to take a sip of the water as soon as we placed you in the tub. All of the clients at the office will miss you greeting them at the door and giving you massages in the waiting room! I loved cuddling with you on cold winter nights, seeing you curl up and then putting your blanket over you to tuck you in. Then having you stretch your paws out in the middle of the night and take up half the bed! Each time I see winter snow, I think of you bounding around, barking, and then digging for that elusive snowball I threw just a moment ago! You would end up with so much snow clumped on your belly and legs, and we would lovingly dry you off and warm you up with the hair dryer! Although you were a true lady, your beard and your bushy eyebrows were irreplaceable. Sometimes we would trim it too short and call you “snouty”, then we would trim your eyebrows and fawn over just how cute you were. One of my favourite memories is watching you vigorously rub your beard on the carpet or the side of the chairs after a good meal or a nice bath! Not to mention how cute it was to have you look at us with bleary eyes and how your beard would fly in all directions after waking up from a long nap. We loved making you your necklaces and dressing you up with those diamond encrusted collars! At 14, you still looked like a puppy, and without a single health problem, we hope you loved the life you lived, as much as we loved taking care of you. When you didn’t want to eat anymore, we knew we should let you go before you were in any pain. I think of you almost everyday. I miss you so much but I believe you are in a wonderful place, sitting somewhere in a sunny spot, trotting along whilst barking at anything you want. I can’t wait to see you again and rub your little lady “sideburns”…my dear Goose.
BAXTER came into our lives eleven years ago and was a gift from heaven. This tiny ball of fur chewed on everything wood and for dessert nibbled on wallpaper and wall board. As he matured his interests turned towards squirrel and chipmunk chasing and plowing snow with his snout. He barked at everything… people, mailboxes, and an occasional garbage can. Guardian of our home and property, BAXTER filled our home and hearts with unconditional love and was smart enough to pick out his favorite green sweater from the other colors in his bin of goodies. He also knew the difference between the hedgehog and the squeaky pink bear.
On July 13th 2006, after a year’s treatment with state of the art veterinarian oncology protocols, BAXTER lost his brave and valiant fight to lymphoma. Our home and our hearts are now empty but are comforted with the loving memories of our little guy. Life however goes on and as BAXTER waits for us at the base of The Rainbow Bridge, we look forward to the day we cross over together.
April 1990 – June 2006, Ammie Hudson
Babe Ruth was born in April 1990 and passed away in June of 2006.
She was named after a great baseball player and she was very athletic herself. Babe could jump five foot high and was as fast as any squirrel she chased.
She loved all foods which she ate quietly.
Babe was a great family protector who we’ll miss her deeply.
March 21st, 1995 – December 21, 2005, Fran Jamison
Angel was not the ordinary little girl. Angel was a Schnauzer with a mission. That was to love everyone she came in contact with. If they didn’t like dogs that didn’t bother her. She would wait for them to set down then she would jump in their lap, flip over on her back and let them know they had to scratch her belly. She was not very lady like in this position but it did not really bother her. At night we would race to the bed and see who could get in first. If she made it she would act like she was going to attack me and keep me from getting in the bed. Well this led to one big wrestling game until she would get tired and want her pillow and for me to cover her up. I would have to put her on her side some times during the night because she snored*grin*
Angel came to live with me while I was living in Raleigh, North Carolina. So she was my little Southern Belle. She had a southern Schnauzer accent when she talked. All you Schnauzer lovers know they talk too, don’t you?
She was never sick. The only thing she had was a bladder stone a couple years ago. She flew through it.
I guess I’d better stop. I’ll end up writing a book.
Fran