Before You Own
Be A Buddy!
Placing Your Own
In Area Shelters
With sad hearts and fond
memories of our
beloved pets that have gone before us.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies
that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of
our special friends so they can run
and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends
are warm and comfortable.
animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who
were hurt or maimed are made whole
and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone
by. The animals are happy and
content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to
them, who had to be left behind. They all
run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into
the distance. His bright eyes are
intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying
over the green grass, his legs carrying
him faster and faster.
YOU have been spotted, and when you and your special
friend finally meet, you cling together in
joyous reunion, never to be parted again. Happy kisses rain upon your face; your
hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from
your life but never absent from your
heart. Then together you and your special pet(s) cross the Rainbow Bridge.
Check out this
wonderful article entitled,
"Getting Through Grief"
Julie Austin, Psy.D.
Association for Pet Loss and Bereavement
Here is an inspirational story entitled,
"A Man and His Dog"
This is a letter written by an owner who just lost their beloved dog. There is
no doubt about how they feel...
Dear God, Please remember these few things when taking
care of my boy.
Anglo-Saxon word for Ancient Oak Tree
chosen for his strength of
for showing us the strength of a dog's love.
April 17, 2002
History: Orik was abandoned on a country road by his previous owner.
Finding himself lost and confused, Orik wandered until he found a familiar sight, a truck. The truck
belonged to a man who was out fishing. He was very surprised when he returned to find a
German Shepherd happily sitting in the back! The man spent days searching for
Orik's previous owner to no avail, then turned him into a local shelter
who eventually called us.
Orik was fostered with Chris and Tomas Harriman
for 5 months, then circumstances required him to be moved to Karen
M's house. Both were loving, caring foster homes who showed Orik what
love was all about.
Unfortunately, Orik was diagnosed with kidney failure.
Though very unusual for such a young dog, the vet felt perhaps it was from
an infection Orik had earlier in life that went untreated. There was
nothing that could be done to cure this and Orik's health began to fail
quickly. On April 17, 2002, Orik went to the Bridge. :o(
From Chris and Tomas: We
are happy that we gave Orik a chance at a good life. If we hadn't taken
him into our home, he would have fallen apart at the shelter. When we got
him, he didn't know how to play or even what a treat was! We taught him to
play, to enjoy treats and how to be a part of a family. In return, he
showered us with love and kisses. As we repeatedly used to tell him,
he was "such a good boy." We miss Orik terribly and hope he knows how
much we loved him.
With thanks to Orik's FPiC's
David and Marie Moeckel; and
Laura Becker for their help in allowing Orik to learn
the joys of living in a loving home.
1991? - July 22,
From Marie: Gunner
was my foster dog for 4 months until he was adopted by Sue and Jim, who
fell in love with him immediately upon meeting him! Gunner came to GSRNE
from a shelter, where he had landed because his owners' neighbors all had
Golden Retrievers, and these owners decided that they wanted a Golden
too. So Gunner was taken to a shelter, left to an uncertain fate, because
he wasn't a Golden Retriever. Lucky for him, GSRNE was able to take him!
Gunner was with me, he was the “perfect” dog! He slipped right into the
daily routine that I shared with my dog and he got along with my two cats
wonderfully. He looked forward to our evening walks and enjoyed playing
with his toys. Fostering him was the easiest 4 months of fostering that
I’ve ever had. He had his own “dog bed” to sleep on and once we settled
down for the night, he always went right over to it. He looked so
comfortable on it!
hard to see him leave my home, but Sue and Jim gave Gunner a wonderful
life where he was loved in the way he always should have been. I'm glad
that I was able to take him into my home... and into my heart, even if it
was only for a short time.
and Jim just called to tell me that Gunner past away of a heart attack.
While it was difficult to hear this news because I cared for Gunner so
much, I’m so thankful that GSRNE rescued this big boy and asked me to
foster him. And I'm so glad that he was adopted by a couple who adored
him and valued him for the wonderful dog he was.
1996? - July 27,
With pain in our hearts and tears in our eyes, we are saddened to report
that Bonnie bloated and is now at the Rainbow Bridge. I must warn you that
her story is heart wrenching. If there are
angel wings for dogs, Bonnie is wearing one of the most beautiful pair now.
Click here to read Bonnie's story of
One of GSRNE's wonderful foster dogs
Died of bloat before adoption
So many people will be disappointed that Lacy's shining spirit has moved on. But she will leave a beautiful glow of memory in our hearts.
We love you, Lacy.
Please read about Lacy on her page.
I Loved You Best
Copyright © Jim Willis 2002,
all rights reserved
So this is where we
part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.
used with permission of the author
It is with deep regret and
sadness that we have had to put our beloved Haley, GSRNE #91 to
sleep. It was a very painful decision for Elaine and myself to
make. Two years ago we had her x-rayed and our vet informed us
that her hips, spine and two front legs were deteriorating very
badly. We tried very hard to make life easier for her, putting
her on pain medicine and building a ramp for her to enter the
house. The last two weeks were very difficult for her. We
consulted with our vet., all three of us came to the conclusion,
that Haley deserved to be relieved of her suffering.
Haley was adopted by us on
July 19, 2000, my birthday. It was the best gift I have ever
received. She was a well-traveled dog, spending time at Prince
Edward Island, Maine, Vermont and Chatham Mass. Everywhere she
went people fell in love with her. Our granddaughters when they
were first learning to speak, their first words were not Peppy
and Grammy, but was Haley.
Three times a day she was
walked in Cunningham Park, Milton and everyone knew her,
including all the caretakers of the park. During the summer
months she attended all the band concerts at our Town Hall. She
even managed to get her picture in the local paper a few times.
We considered ourselves
blessed in having this beautiful girl in our lives. She brought
joy and happiness to us and it is hard to part with her.
Haley is to be buried at Pine
Ridge Pet Cemetery in Dedham Mass. We are going to place a
tennis ball with her, because that was her favorite thing,
playing with tennis balls.
We want to thank Janice,
Karen, Lisa A. and all the members of the GSRNE who were
instrumental in giving us the wonderful opportunity in allowing
us the privilege of adopting our beautiful girl.
February 27, 2003
Saber was my very special boy- I loved
him from the moment I first saw him in the window of his GSRNE foster
home. We had a wonderful, too short, six years together; he was about six
when he came to live with us. We could have called him Velcro, had we
been naming him ourselves. When he first was adopted by us, he wouldn't
leave my side, even when I was in the bathtub! He was FAT when we first
got him (maybe thirty-five pounds over normal weight) and awkward as
anything. After a year or so, he was sleek and beautiful and always ready
to please. We were seldom separated; he stayed with my friend Sue a few
times, for special things like my daughter’s college graduation.
Otherwise, he came with us everywhere.
At Janice Ritter’s suggestion, we took
him to obedience training at New England dog training club for a six week
session. Saber and I loved it, and we went almost every Thursday night
for those six years.
We had told Janice we wanted a quiet
dog who would be content with our inactive life style for 10 hours a day,
and ready to run on the 11th hour, and she found us Saber, who
was the perfect match.
He had many loves - travel in the car,
coming on errands with me, walking down the aisles at Staples while I
pushed the cart, playing with tennis balls, eating, obedience training,
other dogs, special time on the bed with us at night, our daughter Ninian,
riding in elevators, meeting my clients, having company when he could stay
with us, night time treats, etc. I was never sure how much he loved his
adopted sister Abby (GSRNE# 80); as she was the boss over him, little
white tomboy that she is, and she certainly changed his life. For one
thing, she ran faster than he would left to his own devices, but he loped
along after her. She charged at squirrels, where Saber's style would be
to stalk them. Abby put some pizzaz into his life; he was happily turning
very sedate as he hit seven years old. Her energy pulled him along with
her. (Abby was very sad when he died and took months to recover.)
He was devoted to me in a way I never
had before in all my dogs, constantly at my side or at least checking to
see where I was when he was running ahead, when he could still run. He
was pretty terrific in the obedience ring, and earned a number of ribbons
to show for it. He had both his CD and his CGC but had to quit going for
his next title when his arthritis got too bad to jump. My favorite show
was a German Shepherd show in Central New England in a beautiful country
setting, where all the shepherds were lined up in a down stay, and one by
one, they got up and broke it, all ten or so of them, until Saber was the
only one left in the down stay. For this, he got his big blue ribbon.
A wonderful, much beloved dog, my
October 8, 1996
to Sept 5, 2008
parents' beloved white German Shepherd Abby passed away on Friday
afternoon. Her 12th birthday would have been this coming October
8th. All of the Steins miss her very much. Thank you to German
Shepard Rescue New England for all of the wonderful years we had
Abby was a very special dog, she was always ready with a tail wag
and a greeting. An ambassador for the household, always greeting
people and wanting pats (as well as barking to say goodbye). She
refused to walk in the rain unless she was wearing her yellow
raincoat and you could always see her wagging her tail when
passing people who admired it. Even the grumpiest of strangers at
Fresh Pond and in the neighborhood couldn't help but smile at the
tail wagging white dog in the bright yellow rain-coat. She loved
to play with toys and knew all of her toys by name including her
"kosher" bone, her bear, her lamb and many others.
As a younger
dog, Abby was always wanting more, however in her last years her
inner sweetness shone very brightly. She had a special sparkle
in her eyes – which you could see most clearly when she was
engaging in her favorite activities such as chasing snow balls,
playing in the snow or in the ocean. When her “dad” Maury was
bedridden for six months, she spent hours every day on the bed
with him, bringing comfort.
joined the Steins when she was 3 years young and was the longest
lived GSD we have had, spending 9 years with us. Always a white
dog- dirt just didn't stick to her coat- in her last weeks Abby
somehow became more white even luminous, perhaps her angel nature
When Abby received her companion dog title, Phyllis brought this
cake with Abby's picture on it to dog class. Apparently Abby's
brother Saber thought the cake was tasty too. The writing on the
cake reads "Abby-GS Rescue and CD" (companion dog). Saber was
German Shepard Rescue New England dog number 08, Abby was GSRNE
dog number 80 and Sammy is GSRNE 160.
You had to endure a hard
life until the angels from GSRNE eventually were able to rescue you. You
were leashed outside to a tree, flies were biting your ears off and you were
afraid of thunder and lightning. You had to wait seven months in a shelter
until you found the way to us 02/27/04. And then we had to rush you to Tufts
hospital and you barely survived Babesia Canis. It was a big expense for
GSRNE but worth every penny of it. I don't know how you managed to keep
your gentle, calm, friendly and loving character. You were a fast learner
and such a good boy so we returned the crates and you could roam freely in
the house. I never saw you aggressive - yes, sometimes you growled a little
at the kitty when she got too close to your piece of hard bread - your iron
reserve. Otherwise you just enjoyed meeting all humans, especially kids and
other animals. I remember the satisfaction you had when I let you run free
in the backyard. We were almost afraid you would fall off the stone wall but
you always managed to turn in time. Patiently you waited when we were
working in the yard and you helped us take a nap after work. We enjoyed
countless walks together in the surrounding parks. You loved to come with
us on short and long trips. What an adventure is was to climb Mt. Watatuc and play
with the other dogs from the Swiss society. Even the long ride to Florida
did not bother you. You were with us and all was fine. End of October you
were diagnosed with terminally ill lung cancer. We were afraid you would not
make it to Florida to our new home. But you stayed with us and had a spoiled
retirement. You went peacefully to the rainbow bridge on 11/29/05. Thank you
for your time, patience and love. Edith and I miss you and will always
remember you until we meet again at the bridge. Rony.
GSRNE's Wonderful Foster Girl
January 16, 2006
sad update on Trixie
We all learned so much from getting to know Trixie;
the way she gradually came out of her depression (from living alone
in her former owner's house for months after he died); the way she
allowed herself to trust and love her foster Mom after months of
patient and gentle care; her dignity and poise in dealing with her
health issues, pain, and loss of mobility. We were privileged to have
the time that we had with her. Karen McCall, GSRNE Board
read the story of a princess
Olivia with her
adopted brother, Picture,
OLIVIA GSRNE #84
1998, 99??- August 16, 2006
GSRNE is sad to announce that Olivia, GSRNE #84 has passed on. She was
diagnosed with lymphoma cancer and within just a few weeks she was gone.
Fortunately, she was sick only a short time, but everything happened
so fast that her owners, Lisa and Bob, can't believe she is gone. They were
at her side and held her until the end. They will be writing a tribute to
their special, beautiful girl to share with us soon.
GSRNE # 117
??-Oct 10, 2005
crossed the bridge
Maverick gave his all to us for as long as he could and didn't quit despite
how tired he really was. We made a very difficult decision for us, that was
the best thing we could have done for Mav, we gave him peace. A rest from
his allergies and itchies and chronic ear infections. Our boy was never
anything less than a PERFECT gentleman and always gave so much more than was
ever expected of him. Loyal and loving to a fault, Mav was my very first
male dog and he was a shining star. We miss you everyday and wish you peace
as you join Cocoa and play with the doggie angels. Thank you, Mav, for
1992- Nov. 5, 2005
After 6 very rewarding years, Saturday
brought the final moments for our handsome sweet boy, still standing, with
dignity. His hips and hind legs wouldn't hold him up very well at all
anymore, and he collapsed often, was getting stuck in his doorless crate (he
loved that crate-his own personal wolf den-nice!!) quite a bit, and even the
3 steps out on the deck were getting to be a real problem. It wasn't just
the arthritis, but also spondolosis, the same ailment (with a worsening
heart condition) that felled our last Shepherd, Casey-1986-99. Xander was
partly blind and deaf, but you would hardly have known it. Our friend
Alison, a vet, also suspected he may have been suffering from a tumor on his
spinal column, as he had an odd way of dragging his right rear paw suddenly,
and then recovering, but we never officially had it diagnosed. But it was
definitely getting worse. He was just wearing down and out; so tired, so
painful to watch. But 13 years is often more than we expect with these big
fur balls, and it's a blessing that he had some quality of life until very
Thanks always for introducing us to this very
special guy. He wasn't necessarily a dog for everyone, but he certainly was
Eva with her kitty
All ready to go
EVA GSRNE # 131
1992/93? – June 1, 2006
When I first saw Eva’s picture on the GSRNE website, it was
love at first sight. There was something in her eyes that said we were meant
to be together. That was in the summer of 2002 when she was about 9 or 10.
As I got to know her, I began to understand more of her past; her agility
when tethered and her heavily callused elbows told me that she had spent
most of her life tied up outside with asphalt for a yard. It was such a
delight to watch her run freely and enjoy the freedom of her yard and roll
around in the grass. She protected the neighborhood from noisy motorcycles
was always on guard looking for them – and successfully chased them all away
by running back and forth along her fence.
She adored kitties, took care of her 3 kitty siblings and
helped me with fosters for Siamese Rescue of Virginia. I always wondered if
she had had puppies; she enjoyed collecting squeak toy-babies and keeping
them safe - several times a day she would check on them to make sure they
were all safely tucked in their bed. She stole an old blanket from the
laundry and dragged it to where her babies were – and that was their bed
thereafter. Her goal was to give them each nibble-kisses without making
them squeak, if one squeaked she was upset that she hurt it and licked it to
make it better. I think this was the first time she had toys, as she valued
each and every thing that was hers, and ‘knew’ each time I came home with a
new toy for her, waiting with expectant eyes like a child on Christmas
She enriched my life in so many ways with her smiles and
antics; she was a great friend. I am so glad that I decided to rescue a
senior girl, and am thankful that we had such special time together.
Eire GSRNE #149
Birthday-unknown - 1-14-06
Eire came into my life in the summer of
03. Jenna, my former GSD, had passed away in the spring of liver cancer. We had 10 years
together. It hurt bad to lose her. Eire was left tied to the fence of a GSD
breeder, with a note asking for someone to take care of her. She was well
cared for, so you have to wonder why someone would do that.
Janice Ritter brought her to me for
foster care. Within a week, we both knew it was for keeps. Eire fit in like
an old pair of Levis, and made fast friends with Taz the orange tiger cat.
There is a steep hill in my backyard.
Eire would walk up to the top and roll over on her back and slide down all
summer and fall. Winter came with snow and ice. The weekend after the first
storm Eire climbed the hill, rolled over and shot down like a train! The
look on her face was worth a million bucks! She did wait until spring to do
any more hill sliding.
In the winter of 2005, Eire began having
trouble walking. A trip to the vet and 6 x-rays later, we found arthritis
and severe Spondylitis in the spine. She was put on Rimadyl and Glyco-flex
III. The drugs helped for a while, but she became less mobile as time
passed. Saturday 1-14-06, she could no longer walk. Another trip to the vet
and I knew it would be for good.
As I held her head and looked in her
eyes the last words she heard was “I love you, I love you,” and she was
Arrangements were made for cremation. I
had a private viewing and said a final goodbye and watched her being placed
in the crematory. Two and a half years is not a lot of time: I wish we had
more. The hurt is no less for a shorter time together. This summer I buried
her remains in the yard next to Jenna.
Birthday-unknown to passing 1-14-06
Foster sister to Rommel and Rocky. Buddy to Taz (Eire would groom and wash
him like a puppy). Best Friend to me.
Danny Thompson 1-20-2006
Ryan, GSRNE #115
Unknown Birthday – January 2004
I truly believe that Christy chose me as much as I chose
her. She was a very gentle soul. Extremely shy but very proud and
dignified. She loved to play, loved going to work with me, and never said
no to a walk. In the short time we were together she was a wonderful
surrogate mom to an eight week old foster pup, a loving companion to a very
sick older visiting dog, and joyful playmate to a young male foster dog.
Instinctively she became a kind patient teacher, a quiet gentle companion
offering comfort, and an exuberant co-conspirator as needed. She took on
all of these roles as if they were her choice and mastered them
beautifully. As usual with rescue dogs, she had a very rough start. She
was found starving in a park in Connecticut where she had been abandoned as
a puppy. Janice at GSRNE saw her potential and accepted her. She spent
almost a year in foster care and then we became a family. A very short year
and half after that my vet found that she was in kidney failure and two
months later Christy told me it was time to let her go. I will never
understand why she had such a short, hard life. My beautiful sweet girl, she
was deeply loved and is missed so much I can’t even express it.
lovely tribute to Christy
written by Victoria Abrams, GSRNE's previous Foster & Adoption Coordinator,
and Board member.
HANK – GSRNE #70
(1996 – 2008)
I was researching German
Shepherd Rescue in the US since there were no groups in Canada at that time
and found the very best in New England – that’s where I saw Hank. Somehow
that boy knew he was destined to be with Rob. I’m not quite sure how he did
it, but after a few weeks and many many email messages and phone calls, and
a 24-hour drive from Toronto to New England and back, the adoption was
From the minute Hank laid eyes
on Rob, no one else in the universe existed for him (other than the nice
lady who filled his dishes every day, took him for walks and gave him his
special treats). Everyone in the neighborhood knew about Hank as soon
as he “came home”. He was sure that everyone walking by the house or
coming to the
door were there to see him and he loved everyone. Hank welcomed us home
every day for more than 8 yrs squeaking his favorite toy; always with an
enthusiastic story to tell about the mailman’s visit and what his other dogs
and cats had been doing while we were out!
One of his very favorite
things was to hang out with the guys & watch a game on TV. Hank had his own
special chair and if there wasn’t enough seating guests would sit on the
floor – no one would sit in Hank’s chair without his okay. We soon found
out that our boy had a particularly special talent; he could tell me when
his daddy was about 10 minutes away from the house which was amazing, since
Rob never came home at the same time. It didn’t matter if he had been away
business, attending a late meeting, or golfing …. Hank knew when he was
near…a psychic link, a bond that will never be broken. Even if Rob was in a
plane, Hank would start to pace just about the time he was coming in for a
landing; then the whining would begin in earnest when he was 10 minutes from
the front door. I now have to rely on a phone call since Degenerative Myelopathy robbed me of my “early warning” alert.
A very BIG thanks to Janice
Ritter for having faith in us and breaking the rules just this once so that
we could share our life with this extraordinary boy.
Nancy & Rob Clements,
Not only do we loose the dogs we love, but sometimes we loose
those humans that have become part of the GSRNE family and given so much of
their lives and time to help. We miss them and know that they are at the
Bridge taking care of the dog there.
adopter and many times foster dad
Richardson, adopter and active volunteer,
with wife Priscilla and GSRNE's Tara
|I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground,
But it's not just a penny
This little coin I've found.
Found pennies come from heaven
That's what my Grandpa told me,
He said , "Dog-Angels toss them down."
Oh, how I loved that story.
He said, "When a Dog-Angel misses you
He tosses a penny down,
Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of your frown."
So don't pass by that penny
When you're feeling blue,
It may be a penny from heaven
That your dog has tossed to you.
Please remember these few things when taking care of my boy.
He likes to walk back and forth in the pond, chasing the fish, watching
close for you to reel in the "big one." He will then "hold" the stringer for
you. Please take him fishing.
The lizards in the tree stumps won't be safe anymore, so you'd better hide
the lizards. If you put dog bones in your robes, he will "wave" at you until
you give him one. Give him two.
His day bed is the one closest to the fireplace. If there is a female lying
in it he will come and rest his head on your knee until you remove her. His
bedtime is 8 pm; please help him up the stairs.
Don't leave freshly baked pies on the counter, no matter how crippled he
becomes, he will always eat it. Blueberry is his favorite, with just a
If there is a child in the water he will bring it out, especially if it is
having a good time. If there is a small child walking with a cracker, he
will keep the child from overeating. Please give him a child to follow.
Don't leave any ladders leaning against your house, he will be found on the
roof. I hope there is a playground nearby with lots of kids, he will wait
his turn at the slide, and bark when he gets to the bottom.
Be careful when you spell out words like "C-A-R R-I-DE" and "E-A-T," even
"B-U-N-N-Y." He knows how to spell so you had better be ready to follow
through. When you take him on a trip, and stop to rest, just tell him to "be
a good Boy," he will lift his leg whether he has to go or not. He can't "go"
with a leash on, it makes him cough.
He can't go for a walk without his Dummy in his mouth, he likes the orange
one the best. He can't make it past the gate and please walk slow.
The top of his head will become pointed if you don't kiss it often during
the day. Then his hats won't fit. He can't sleep unless he is on the right
side of the bed.
When you give him a marrow bone, make sure his mom is there, too; he likes
to use her back as a table and get her all slimy.
If you tell him to "stay," make sure you come back to release him or he will
stay there for days.
During the football games, if you get a chip, he gets a chip. He doesn't
like the nuts with the shell on them, peel them please.
If you go to the lake then stop for ice cream on the way home, he always
gets the first lick and then the bottom of the cone too.
Don't use a Buoy to tie off your boat, he will spend all afternoon trying to
drag it to shore. If you take him
camping, he has to sleep between you and Mrs. God, on the softest part of
the foam pad.
Don't get mad at him when you come home and his head is in the dog food bin.
He has to stretch his stomach muscles every now and then.
That's all for now God. Tell him we love him, miss him and hope he likes the
food up there."
all loving dog owners