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THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The 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 you cross Rainbow Bridge together . . . ~Author Unknown A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
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Hercules wasn't a dachshund but he was the guardian of the dachshunds. When we brought Joey, our first foster dachshund, home he was in horrible shape and he found great comfort in being by Hercules' side. When Hercules died suddenly we knew we had to do something in his honor, that's how DDR came about. We loved our lab and our dachshunds and Hercules shared his bed, his bowl, his home with any dachshund that came through our door. Our big red dog now wanders the 100 acre woods across the Rainbow Bridge. I know he waits there for us so we can garden, chase rabbits and play as we used to. He'll someday be the keeper of the dachshunds again.I miss my big red dog! 
Dakota Dachshund Rescue dedicates this Rainbow Bridge Memorial Page in memory of Apollo...a 4 month Dachshund puppy. On November 22, 2006, Apollo was brutally killed when he was thrown to the ground and his skull was smashed against another puppy because he wouldn’t stop barking. Apollo died later that day of suffocation due to massive internal injuries and bleeding. His caretaker, Marques Eason, is now going to trial in Sedgwick County, Kansas. This will be the first case of felony animal cruelty to be tried under "Magnum's Law" in Kansas. Dakota Dachshund Rescue's group of volunteers works tirelessly to help dachshunds, that have been the victims of cruelty, abuse or abandonment, find safe and loving "Forever Homes". We hope to make a difference one ”Weiner Dog” at a time. May the day come when there will be no more like Apollo. 
5/22/92 to 2/23/09 Exactly 15yrs ago today, he came into my life. I now know that Bruno was my first Rescue Doxie. I had been thru a divorce and Beth had kept the 2 doxies that we had at the time. When my Dad died, I took over his condo that included a small back yard; perfect for a Wiener Dog. I began to scan the Arizona Repulic Pet Classifed Section and one day the following ad jumped out at me: "MALE DACHSHUND 22 MOS, IF NOT SOLD BY TOMORROW WILL BE KILLED $100 605-XXX-XXXX" I was on the phone in a heartbeat and got directions. After work that evening, I drove 30 miles west of Phoenix to small little desert town. I found the address which was a run down corner house that had a 10ft high wooden fence surrounding the backyard. I found the gate and entered the backyard and stopped dead in my tracks! The yard was crammed full of about 10 to 15 rabbit caged each about 3 ft off the ground; surrounded on top and back and both sides with plywood while the floor and front were made out of heavy duty chicken wire. It was 90 degrees that day and there was no shade for these cages. I had never seen anything like this before! The back door of the house opened and out came this man at about 5'7" and probably weighing 400 lbs. Shirt open, greasy black hair and a beer in hand. "You here about the dog?" and motioned me to follow him. I realized by this time, that each of 3'x4' cages had 5 or 6 dogs inside. He stopped in front of one of the cages and I could see at the back a dog crouched in the corner; a vacant look in his eyes! The man opened the cage door, reached in and hauled this poor animal out by his choke chain! As he did this he simply said "His papers say mini but he is really a standard and throws big puppies and no one wants to buy them!" Without even taking a good look at the dog, I grabbed him from the man's arms, threw the $100 on the ground and literally ran for my car. I put Bruno on the passengers seat, directed all the ac vents on him, stopped at a Circle K and bought 6 bottled waters and a cheap bowl, and as I headed back toward the interstate, Bruno was lapping up the water as fast as I could open the bottle. I drove 90 miles an hour back to Phoenix straight to my Vet! Bruno had fleas, ticks and was about 5 lbs under weight. Over the next 6 weeks, we took care of his physical problems. But, no matter what I tried, I couldn't reach him emotionally. He wanted no interaction of any kind. He would lie in the far corner of any room I was in and watch me! At night, I lifted him up on the bed and he would lie down at the foot in the corner with his back to me! After 6 months of this, I had just about given up the thoughts of ever having a lap and cuddle buddy. I took comfort in knowing that at least he had good food, clean water, an air conditioned home, regular medical care, walks in the park and car rides. But, the 2 years of neglect coupled with the unspeakable horrors of cruelty and abuse had destroyed his spirit and his ability to trust and love. Then... one bright sunny morning, I woke up with a 16 lb weight on my chest and nearly choking on the wet sloppy kisses from a long dachsie tongue! Somehow, Bruno had found the emotional energy and courage and had decided maybe he could trust me. He had learned what love was and and that he could trust in that love! From that moment until today, he has never left my side. He was my shadow, my protector and loving companion. He only tolerated any other human in the house. At night he would growl when my partner came to bed! He had assumed the role of protector and if his warning growl didn't work, his next move was to nip. He,also, was our resident Alpha Dog. When Willie came to live with us, Bruno let him know who was boss! Willie was a dedicated couch potato and didn't want the Alpha job anyway so he crawled up on the couch and ignored Bruno for the next 10 years. Every morning, I would lift Bruno down from the bed and put him outside. When he came in, he would gallop through every room the house loudly announcing to the world that he was once again in charge! About 4 years ago, I began to notice that when I gave him a treat, he would sometimes nip a finger which got worse over time. About that same time, he would start to run for the door to go potty and wouldn't make it; leaving a trail in his wake. At his next Vet checkup I told our Vet what was going on? Her answer was "Bob, Bruno is going blind"! He can't see the treat so he nips at your fingers. He can't see the door but instinct points him in the general direction ...but is afraid to run too fast and running into something. And, as a senior gent, when he has to go...he has to go right now! At the same visit, during his dental, he lost all but 4 teeth! Up until early 2008, each morning, after "going outside", he still did his morning gallop, growl at Willie and Scooby, eat his breakfast and then a single loud bark was the signal to me that he needed to be lifted onto the couch for the first of his 12 daily naps! Over this last year, with tears in my eyes, I watched him growing more and more frail. He had become incontinent in his sleep and each morning his bed would be soaked. I learned to cover his bed pad with plastic shopping bags and then slide them into an old pillow case. That way, I didn't have to wash his complete bed 3 or 4 times at day! He began sleeping 23 1/2 hours out of every day. The other half hour he would be awake for meal times. I knew in my heart that we were coming to the end of our Journey together. But, I put off that one final act of love that all animal guardians commit to when the take a Fur-Baby into their lives. Until this morning, as I took him out of his soaked bed, put him in the sink for a bath so the his skin wouldn't be burned by from his urine. I discovered that he had a "bed sore" hidden under a clump of hair. I called All City and made an appointment to have this sore tended too. As I fed him his breakfast, I watched him struggle to chew his canned food which I had mashed to a pulp. And...suddenly a waive of guilt washed over me as I realized that my Beloved Friend was suffering because of my selfishness! When I got to All City, I showed Dr Heitman his sore. In a gentle voice Dr Heitman asked "And how is he doing otherwise"? Thru tears, I said "It is time to send him to the Bridge". And, 20 minutes later, I held him in my arms and told him what a good boy he was and that I was so sorry I hadn't helped him on his journey last year". And then, without a sound, he began his journey to wait for me at The Bridge". He will be welcomed there by the 14 other Dachsies that have passed thru my life since 1946! He will always be my special one...My First Rescue... My Protector...My devoted and loving Friend. Run and play with all the others, Bruno while you wait for me! Your Loving Daddy Bob 
You came to us after your beloved "Guardian Mom" passed away in June, 2009. Although your time with us was fleeting, we were reminded again of the true meaning of unconditional everlasting love. Your eyes asked only one question:" What happened to the "One" I loved? Endlessly you walked through the house, looking & hoping to hear "Her" voice or see "Her" face. Hours spent watching the street and waiting ; listening for "Her" footsteps on the path, "Her" gentle touch and know "Her" Love once again. Finally, you would curl up next to me on the couch snuggled under the blue blanket and nap; only to awaken and begin your search again. Silently, like a ghost, you became my constant shadow, your eyes asking only the ONE question: "Where is She"? "Can you help me find "Her?" Taking you in my arms was the only comfort I could offer. At night, you cried out in you sleep; sitting by your bed I stroked those nearly bald ears. Summer changed into fall and I sensed that you had grown weary of waiting for "Her" and had given up! Your vision dimmed and hearing muted, your daily piece of chesse and snuggles on the couch became our life together. As fall faded into winter, I knew our time together was growing shorter. I began a new nightly ritual of bringing you up big bed along with your "Foster Dachsie Pals". Maybe you wouldn't leave if I kept you close. No longer feeling alone in the inky darkness, you would drift off to sleep. Then, on the cold dark winter morning you said "Good Morning" to Foster Mom Diane and minutes later, with your customary grace and dignity, quietly slipped away from us. Rest Well...my long legged senior dachsie gent. Now your search is over. 12/10/09 Foster Dad Bob, Foster Mom Diane and All theVolunteers at DDR. 
Jenny came to us from a Nebraska puppy mill. I remember on the trip home I thought she would love to be held. I was wrong. She did not even like to be touched. We brought her to our home. She had just enough sight to get around without running into things. She spent her time in the kitchen in a dog bed. Then with each day she showed us more and more who Jenny really was. She begain to explore the whole house, follow us everywhere, and demand to be cuddled on our laps. She knew the minute I entered the room. She would sit cuddled with her foster dad until she heard me. Then he knew she was going to jump. He would put her down and she would race over to my chair to join the dog pile. Jenny had just begun to be so happy when we lost her which is what made us so sad. I know she is perfect now and is happy playing with all her friends, but to us she was perfect here too. Click a letter to find an animal or view all. A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
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