MEMORIALS
| Perhaps they are not the stars but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. ...old Inuit saying |
Carol, BilI, Cricket and Molly were blessed with the opportunity to
have Belle come into their lives in the summer of 2007. Cricket and
Mariah, their first Weims, were littermates to Belle who was turned into
Oregon Weimaraner Rescue. Because it’s a small world where Weims are
concerned, Bill and Carol were contacted by Silverado Weimaraners, the
breeders, and asked if they would foster Belle until a new home could be
found for her. How could they say no?
While they still had Cricket, they had lost Mariah about a year and a half
before so it was an absolute thrill to have another “sister” come bounding
into their lives. Foster quickly turned into adoption, of course.
She actually was very much like Mariah. She was beautiful, sweet, polite,
slept on their bed, laid on the sunny bedroom carpet after breakfast, was
constantly covered with her blankies (Bill & Carol always cover their
“babies”), was hugged and kissed at every possible opportunity. Belle’s
last months were filled with love Belle got into their hearts as much as
can be imagined. Though they only had her a short time they’ll never
forget her and will always wish she were still here brightening their lives.
Belle slipped quietly away on Tuesday, February, 21, 2008, at 2:10pm
have Belle come into their lives in the summer of 2007. Cricket and
Mariah, their first Weims, were littermates to Belle who was turned into
Oregon Weimaraner Rescue. Because it’s a small world where Weims are
concerned, Bill and Carol were contacted by Silverado Weimaraners, the
breeders, and asked if they would foster Belle until a new home could be
found for her. How could they say no?
While they still had Cricket, they had lost Mariah about a year and a half
before so it was an absolute thrill to have another “sister” come bounding
into their lives. Foster quickly turned into adoption, of course.
She actually was very much like Mariah. She was beautiful, sweet, polite,
slept on their bed, laid on the sunny bedroom carpet after breakfast, was
constantly covered with her blankies (Bill & Carol always cover their
“babies”), was hugged and kissed at every possible opportunity. Belle’s
last months were filled with love Belle got into their hearts as much as
can be imagined. Though they only had her a short time they’ll never
forget her and will always wish she were still here brightening their lives.
Belle slipped quietly away on Tuesday, February, 21, 2008, at 2:10pm
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Mr. Peabody was our very first foster assignment with NCWR in 2004.
He was 8 yrs old, deaf, and suffered from Spinal Dysraphism. It was love at
first sight for us, and we knew immediately we wanted to adopt him and give
him the best possible “golden years”. He sported a long tail, which we
loved! Sadly, we would only get to enjoy 57 days with him before he died,
but his lasting gift to us was introducing us to the wonderful world of
Weimaraners.
One of our favorite memories of Mr. Peabody was his habit of sliding his body
in between our legs while we were talking, thereby allowing himself to “hear”
our conversation through the vibrations. Another favorite memory was our
bedtime ritual. I would lie next to him and “hum” him to sleep. He would
press his paw against my cheek so that he could “hear” me sing until he
slipped off to sleep.
Mr. Peabody will always hold a very special place in our hearts, because he
started it all for us...we now have another long-tail Weimaraner, "Wags" who
is doing his best to live up to the torch Mr. Peabody passed on!
....Terry Larsen & Dianne Venzon
He was 8 yrs old, deaf, and suffered from Spinal Dysraphism. It was love at
first sight for us, and we knew immediately we wanted to adopt him and give
him the best possible “golden years”. He sported a long tail, which we
loved! Sadly, we would only get to enjoy 57 days with him before he died,
but his lasting gift to us was introducing us to the wonderful world of
Weimaraners.
One of our favorite memories of Mr. Peabody was his habit of sliding his body
in between our legs while we were talking, thereby allowing himself to “hear”
our conversation through the vibrations. Another favorite memory was our
bedtime ritual. I would lie next to him and “hum” him to sleep. He would
press his paw against my cheek so that he could “hear” me sing until he
slipped off to sleep.
Mr. Peabody will always hold a very special place in our hearts, because he
started it all for us...we now have another long-tail Weimaraner, "Wags" who
is doing his best to live up to the torch Mr. Peabody passed on!
....Terry Larsen & Dianne Venzon
Orange County to the Bay Area.
I had the pleasure of meeting Blue as a temporary foster for a few days. Blue came into my home cautiously and gave our
three Weims ultimate respect.
Blue was a silly boy for his age! He had sudden bursts of playfulness with toys and blankets, and when he heard a noise he
would bark and try to talk as if to say, "I don't know what that is and I am concerned!" But as time went on, he settled down and
"talked" less.
One day, his foster Mom was working at her desk when she heard the sound of clanging pots coming from the kitchen; she
discovered that Blue had taken some pots to his special place on the couch, along with his leash, a jacket, a glove, and his
squeaky toy.
But Blue did not have a great life and it breaks my heart because he was looking for one - you could see it in his eyes and hear
it when he tried to talk. After being raised outside for 7 years, he enjoyed time with his foster parents and the two homes he
lived in as "forever homes", until the second one found he had passed away in the night on April 25, 2009.
I can only hope that NCWR made a difference for Blue in the short time he was with us. In every home he found himself, he
was appreciated and loved, so if dogs really live in the now, his life was the best it could possibly be!
Best to you Blue. ...NCWR Volunteer
I had the pleasure of meeting Blue as a temporary foster for a few days. Blue came into my home cautiously and gave our
three Weims ultimate respect.
Blue was a silly boy for his age! He had sudden bursts of playfulness with toys and blankets, and when he heard a noise he
would bark and try to talk as if to say, "I don't know what that is and I am concerned!" But as time went on, he settled down and
"talked" less.
One day, his foster Mom was working at her desk when she heard the sound of clanging pots coming from the kitchen; she
discovered that Blue had taken some pots to his special place on the couch, along with his leash, a jacket, a glove, and his
squeaky toy.
But Blue did not have a great life and it breaks my heart because he was looking for one - you could see it in his eyes and hear
it when he tried to talk. After being raised outside for 7 years, he enjoyed time with his foster parents and the two homes he
lived in as "forever homes", until the second one found he had passed away in the night on April 25, 2009.
I can only hope that NCWR made a difference for Blue in the short time he was with us. In every home he found himself, he
was appreciated and loved, so if dogs really live in the now, his life was the best it could possibly be!
Best to you Blue. ...NCWR Volunteer
Blue collected things
Riley was given a second chance in May, 2009 when NCWR pulled her from death row at a shelter - she was 8 yrs old. Riley
fought a life-threatening illness that reared its head three times in the nine months she was with NCWR, before she passed on
November 29, 2009. She was a very special rescue dog who had many wonderful volunteers doing everything possible to give her
a life a senior deserved. She allowed anyone and everyone into her world, regardless of age, activity/noise level, or if she had
met the person five seconds or five days ago. A stranger meeting Riley would never know she had dodged the bullet a day
before, or that her illness was lurking to pounce on her at any moment.
She had an ability to bounce back from episodes of a condition that a team of emergency vets, local vets, and even UC Davis was
not able to diagnose. She would suddenly find herself spending days and nights at an emergency clinic on IV fluids and oxygen,
but when she arrived "home" she let everyone know she was ready for her ball and wanted to play Fetch!
Riley was a very kind, loving, and patient girl. She tolerated us humans, but all she really wanted was for someone to throw her
ball, let her sleep on a child's bed, and to feed her. She loved to eat! But despite what she wanted, Riley allowed kids to wrap
themselves around her while she was walking, and she didn't care a bit when one volunteer after the other, put her in the car for a
ride to a new foster home, a vet appointment, or to seek emergency medical attention (Riley either lived with or rode in the car with
at least 10 different NCWR volunteers while she was with us.) Riley deserved so much more than we were able to give her, but in
her moment, she was happy.
Riley, may you find an endless supply of tennis balls when you cross the rainbow bridge. We will miss you, but admire you for a
lifetime. ...NCWR Volunteer.
fought a life-threatening illness that reared its head three times in the nine months she was with NCWR, before she passed on
November 29, 2009. She was a very special rescue dog who had many wonderful volunteers doing everything possible to give her
a life a senior deserved. She allowed anyone and everyone into her world, regardless of age, activity/noise level, or if she had
met the person five seconds or five days ago. A stranger meeting Riley would never know she had dodged the bullet a day
before, or that her illness was lurking to pounce on her at any moment.
She had an ability to bounce back from episodes of a condition that a team of emergency vets, local vets, and even UC Davis was
not able to diagnose. She would suddenly find herself spending days and nights at an emergency clinic on IV fluids and oxygen,
but when she arrived "home" she let everyone know she was ready for her ball and wanted to play Fetch!
Riley was a very kind, loving, and patient girl. She tolerated us humans, but all she really wanted was for someone to throw her
ball, let her sleep on a child's bed, and to feed her. She loved to eat! But despite what she wanted, Riley allowed kids to wrap
themselves around her while she was walking, and she didn't care a bit when one volunteer after the other, put her in the car for a
ride to a new foster home, a vet appointment, or to seek emergency medical attention (Riley either lived with or rode in the car with
at least 10 different NCWR volunteers while she was with us.) Riley deserved so much more than we were able to give her, but in
her moment, she was happy.
Riley, may you find an endless supply of tennis balls when you cross the rainbow bridge. We will miss you, but admire you for a
lifetime. ...NCWR Volunteer.
It has been nearly 8 months since our beloved Tom passed away, on May 2, 2009, after undergoing
surgery to remove a tooth. Though he didn’t seem ready to go, we cannot deny that it was probably his time; we
had learned a few days earlier that he had cancer, and had seen him slow down tremendously in the previous
months. Still, the morning he went in for surgery, he cuddled with us, trotted after us, and showed us – in
abundance – the delightful spirit that made him so very, very special.. He was at home when he died, with both of
us here. He was 15 years old.
The story of how we came to have Tom in our lives is already written on this site, and we will forever be grateful
for the fact that we had him for over eight wonderful years. We couldn’t have expected such joy with him, or such
a long relationship, as he was already seven when he first came to us. Sometimes we think about his first family,
with whom he moved from Israel to California before they had to give him up because of another international
move, and I wish we could tell them how much we appreciate all that they did for him. I wish we could tell them that
he did have a life that most dogs dream of. He lived on a farm, where he hiked, swam, and ran every day; he was
wrapped in blankets and used a body pillow each night; he was occasionally given the treats he loved most
(apples, cantaloupe, bread, carrots, steak); and most of all, he was absolutely adored.
What we gave to Tom is so little compared to what he gave
to us. We miss him every single day: his habits, his snuggles,
his sighs. Though we trust that another dog will someday come
along, who we will also love, we know that there will always be a
Tom-shaped hole in our lives that will never be completely filled.
One day soon, we’ll return to California to scatter his
ashes in the place we say he loved best – even though
we know that the place he truly loved most was wherever
we were. Tom was strong and graceful, funny and wise,
intelligent and silly. He opened our hearts: to him, to each
other. He was one of a kind, and we will never, ever forget
him......Anna & Eric
surgery to remove a tooth. Though he didn’t seem ready to go, we cannot deny that it was probably his time; we
had learned a few days earlier that he had cancer, and had seen him slow down tremendously in the previous
months. Still, the morning he went in for surgery, he cuddled with us, trotted after us, and showed us – in
abundance – the delightful spirit that made him so very, very special.. He was at home when he died, with both of
us here. He was 15 years old.
The story of how we came to have Tom in our lives is already written on this site, and we will forever be grateful
for the fact that we had him for over eight wonderful years. We couldn’t have expected such joy with him, or such
a long relationship, as he was already seven when he first came to us. Sometimes we think about his first family,
with whom he moved from Israel to California before they had to give him up because of another international
move, and I wish we could tell them how much we appreciate all that they did for him. I wish we could tell them that
he did have a life that most dogs dream of. He lived on a farm, where he hiked, swam, and ran every day; he was
wrapped in blankets and used a body pillow each night; he was occasionally given the treats he loved most
(apples, cantaloupe, bread, carrots, steak); and most of all, he was absolutely adored.
What we gave to Tom is so little compared to what he gave
to us. We miss him every single day: his habits, his snuggles,
his sighs. Though we trust that another dog will someday come
along, who we will also love, we know that there will always be a
Tom-shaped hole in our lives that will never be completely filled.
One day soon, we’ll return to California to scatter his
ashes in the place we say he loved best – even though
we know that the place he truly loved most was wherever
we were. Tom was strong and graceful, funny and wise,
intelligent and silly. He opened our hearts: to him, to each
other. He was one of a kind, and we will never, ever forget
him......Anna & Eric
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Tonight, we lost Robbie, a very good dog. He was always happy and was so
wonderful with the pee-wee doggies even though he was a giant boy.
We only had a short time with him, but we loved him.
Molly and I will truly miss him. We thank Weimeraner Rescue for taking him out
of the shelter when no one else would. He deserved that kindness and love
because he too was generous with both attributes, even with old JJ. I'd like to
share these recent pictures I took on Thursday (18th) when we were in daycare
together.
Good bye my friend.
Love,
Jen and Molly
