Breezy came to us with horrific scars on her hind legs but also with a wonderful quiet attitude. She settled in quietly and reserved her pillow at the foot of the bed with absolutely no noise. Everyone just knew it was Breezy's place. The only time she made any sort of noise was when it was time for food and she would try to play with Poncho, he hated it but she did it every day, two times a day for five years. When her hind legs went South on her, she would struggle to get up and go out with the other dogs and I loved her determined attitude. She traveled with us and would use her ramp to get in and out of our travel trailer and SUV with the same quiet determination she was so good at. She trusted us to help her and of course Charles and I would lift while she went up the ramp. It seems strange to look in the bedroom now and I'm sort of shocked not to see her there on her pillow. We miss her.

We will miss her.
Dee Dee & Charles

 

Nila initially came to me as a foster after her and her 4 littermates came into rescue at a very young age. She was the runt of the litter, but made up for it with spunk and personality. I knew that I couldn't let her go, and this beautiful blue girl became a part of my family. I watched Nila grow from an energetic but often scared little puppy into a wonderful goofy girl who never failed to make me laugh. I will always remember her daily attempts to carry the phone book into the back yard, for reasons unknown. She could be graceful like a deer or clumsy like a puppy, but she was always a faithful, loving dog who brightened my life with her glowing amber eyes and wagging nub. Nila always knew when I had a bad day, and would cheer me up with great big sloppy dog kisses and a huge smile. I had to let Nila go in December of 2009 at the age of 8 due to complications from a herniated cervical disc. I wanted to keep her with me for as long as possible, because 8 years was just not enough time to spend with my goofy Nila-girl; but I could not watch her suffer any longer and I am glad that I was able to bring her peace. She will always be remembered and missed by me and her dober-brother Ike. "Perhaps they are not stars, but openings in heaven where the love of our children with fur pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are at peace."     I have a special star picked out just for you, Nila.

"Nila" Grissom Farrell
September 2001 - December 2009

 

A'mira Julian, CGC, LC (Nov 5, 2000 - June 6, 2011)

The way Julian came into our lives is a story that has been played out tens of thousands of times. We were too young, too financially insecure, too irresponsible. We didn't know what we were doing. She was the product of a backyard breeding program, sold to anyone with enough cash on them to walk out with a puppy and papers, no questions asked. Every rational person, my future self included, can see how this was destined to fail. My heart breaks for her mom, dad, and her litter mates. I can only imagine what became of all of them.

The only unique variable in this played out equation of human ineptitude is Julian. The sassy, mouthy puppy grew into a trainable "sponge" of a teenager, picking up every nuance and inflection in our voices. She wound up bilingual, as we chose to teach her basic commands in German, but she knew the conversational English ones as well. "Platz" was an instruction, but "ugh, lay down I can't see the tv" both got the same results. Same with "Sitz", "Aus", "Bring", "Foos" and a variety of others. By the time she got older and the tricks got more complicated, I simply got tired of using the Internet to look up translations.

As an adult she was an elegant, refined and beautiful ambassador for the breed. She got her CGC certificate on a whim, I saw a flyer for it and decided that was something she should do. She came with us on vacations, spent time at our camp in Grand Isle running the beach, and the occasional boat ride. People who would see her and started out terrified always wound up giving loving pets to our perfect girl waiting patiently in a sit for them to come around. The neighborhood kids loved her daily walks, and would rush in from all angles to see the "dog who speaks German". Politely she would sit, while we instructed the newcomers how to approach a strange dog.

She shared with us exactly how remarkable her breed was. When she was 2 we brought a 4yo rescue boy into our lives. She shared with us the sorrow, 6 years later, when he left. For weeks she looked for him afterwards, and until she left us you could not say "Roman" without her pricking her ears up and eyeing the room. They really were the best of friends.

As with all the most beautiful and fragile things in this world, we could only hold her so tightly for so long. She succumbed to cancer on June 6th.

We will miss her.

 

I remember the day we met our Hallie. We drove to Long Beach to meet some Dobermans that were available for adoption. We met several and then we came to Hallies kennel. We were told she was not up for adoption as she had too many issues and they were trying to decide what they were going to do with Her. Well we drove home that evening without a new family member. On the way home all Roy could talk about was the look in Hallies eyes. When we got home I called Kim and told her all Roy had said. She told us if we were that determined to adopt Hallie we could come back the next day and get her along with several warnings of what to expect from her. Well we got Hallie home and the rest is history. She was loyal, loving and protective. For 12 years she slept on Roys shoulder and greeted us at the door EVERY single time we pulled up in the driveway. Terri I want to say a special THANK YOU to you for pulling Hallie from her horrible situation which in turn gave us many memories of our very wonderful four legged child.

OUR HALLIE!!
Ann & Roy

 

Found on a Slidell construction site after Katrina, having been obviously abused, the petite Dobie that came to be called "Jeannie" arrived at GCDR thin, racked with heart-worms, and afraid of the world. When she passed away, the world was her oyster. Jeannie redefined the term "special." She and I developed a very close bond over the six or so years I owned her. I stewarded her through her heart-worm treatment and packed some weight on her and, although she never quite got past that semblance of fear that someone or something might hurt her again, I sort of delighted in the fact that I was the one person in the world whom she really, fully trusted. In fully trusting any human at all, and in warming up to several, Jeannie came a very long way indeed. I cherished every moment I had with Jeannie, her cold, wet nose nudging me awake in the morning or nudging my hand insistently anytime she was ready to be petted, her bright smile, her seemingly endless stores of energy and her incredibly kind, if always a bit nervous, heart. Jeannie was truly loved, despite her many neuroses, some of them adorable, others mildly infuriating. Still, I understood her and she gave me her most guarded possession: her trust. She would look up at me with her big, brown eyes so many times as if to say, "Thank you for giving me a safe and happy home. I love you." At aged about 7, she should have had many more years to share with me and the Corgi that one moment was cleaning her ears and the next antagonizing her, but I have to accept that it was her time, as heartsick as that makes me. In our time together, Jeannie marched proudly in Barkus three times, romped indoors and out with her canine brothers and sisters, often insisted on sleeping in bed with the humans and traveled with me frequently; she most enjoyed trips to the beach where she adored tearing through the surf and trying to attack the waves. She had the most beautiful gait and when she got a mind to run, she was as fast as a Greyhound. People were always telling me how beautiful she was, how regal. I truly hope that my Jeannie Girl is in a place where she is no longer afraid of anything at all and she can run as fast and as far as she wants without any danger of harm. She was my beautiful girl and I thank GCDR for giving her to me. I wish I could have seen her live to a ripe old age, although I'm not sure even age would have slowed down Jeannie. She moved most anyone who met her. She will be sorely and dearly missed. When she wasn't there with her famously wet nose to nudge me awake that first morning after her passing, I felt the lack of her so deeply that my heart literally hurt inside my chest. I'll never forget you,

Jeannie. You made me better.
Miles

 

Mason - 1/2001-1/2012.

This gentle giant was the consumate gentleman/Doberman. May-May, as he was called, was originally an owner turn in (OTI) at one year of age down in SW Louisiana. When rescue asked the owner his name, the reply was "He's too stupid to name". As with any rescue, one never knows what came before in the dog's life, but it is doubtful Mason had a very happy beginning. Once Mason found his forever home here in Baton Rouge, he touched everyone he met. So large in frame, he was equally large in heart with huge, floppy ears, sweet soulful eyes, and an almost lumbering gait. One big foot went east, one big foot went west. And in Obedience, he was the class favorite as no one could believe such a big, black Doberman could be such a complete mush. Everyone cheered for Mason. Mason also frequently attended the Mardi Gras Crewe of Mutts parade in town wherein children threw him beads and MilkBones. He was a great Ambassador for both the breed and for rescue. But where his grace really shown was with the Abyssinian kittens born in the house. Mason was the Aby's portable jungle-gym. Tiny kittens at 2 pounds would crawl all over his almost 90 pound frame. Mason would nuzzle them gently. Being typical Aby kittens, they might take a swat at his muzzie, to which he would ignore. His paternal instinct was nothing short of amazing with the wee ones. May-May will be greatly, but fondly, missed.

Such a special fellow
Cynthia

 

This is Lucy Lu. I bought her when she was just 5 weeks old and had her for 6 wonderful years. Lucy lost her battle with bone cancer Friday March 2, 2012. She was a sweet, loving, beautiful obedient girl and the 7th Doberman I have owned. They have all been great, but Lucy was special. She could almost read my mind. I miss her big sweet eyes, her groaning on the bed at night and mostly her greeting me at the door with her stuffed raccoon! Rest in peace my sweet, wonderful Dobie Girl Lucy Lu!!

Melanie

 

Delta Dawn - words can't begin to describe how much I miss you every single day. You were an awesome companion and will forever have a special place in my heart. See you at the Bridge sweet girl. To the Bridge Jan 11, 2012.

Dee Dee & Charles

 

Ollie went to the Rainbow Bridge in peace surrounded by his family, and his friends, finally without pain. He is buried next to his dog friend, Chloe, his mini-me (b/t rat terrier), under a magnolia tree, overlooking the pond. A sarcoma took my friend in just 6 weeks. Kohl was about 6 months old, picked up on the streets in NO, when we brought him home. Renamed Oliver for the waif, Oliver Twist, he was timid, prone to shut down, but always after the huge bark to scare away the bad guys. He passed his CGC and the TherapyDogInternational tests with no problem although confidence was our training issue. My daughter really wanted him to be a lapdog, but fortunately, he would have none of it. He never did like hands on his belly. He always tried to do the right thing, was crushed by scolding, and vibrated the nub with a "good boy." Obviously smart and trainable, it took me months to teach him to "spin" like his Border Terrier housemate, did not compute, but he finally got it so he could do a duet spin with Zazi and then a trio spin when Hank came. He loved to lay on the couch and "watch" TV with his family. He and Chloe will be zooming around at the bridge, causing havoc. We will remember him always as a timid soul who tried to please and quietly loved his family with the softest eyes.

FYI, Dr. Megan and staff at Hillside Animal Hospital in Covington was wonderful. She went out of her way to make it comfortable and easy for Ollie, and me.

Mary, Mike, Melissa & the Border Terrier Krewe, Zazi and Hank

 

Bridget
2004-2012

Clair

Adopted from the Baton Rouge Doberman Rescue on January 24, 2001, Trevor was my companion, and also that of my soon-to-be wife, Terry, for more than ten years. At about a year and a half years old, weighing 50 pounds, and coming off of heart worm treatment, Trevor’s life had gotten off to a pretty rough start, having been abandoned by his previous owners as a “viscous” dog. There was nothing viscous about him, unless you were a bowl of kibble or other food item.

Trevor was quick to adapt to his new environment and to a relationship that Terry and I grew to cherish more with each passing day. Not that he didn’t have his moments, like stealing the turkey from the kitchen sink, the occasional run around the neighborhood while helping me get the newspaper in the morning, or digging large pits in the back yard and never where we wanted to plant anything. No, he wasn’t perfect, but there was never any doubt that he loved us and we him.

As he matured, these episodes declined and he became a real snuggler, always wanting to be by our side, right up to the end. Even when he could no longer walk, he refused to be left alone in the house and insisted to be carted in his wagon into whatever room we were occupying. His demise was sudden, unexpected. Seemingly fine one day and completely unable to walk the next. Perhaps that was a blessing for all. He didn’t have to suffer for long and we didn’t have to witness a slow and agonizing decline. with having to make that hard decision; one I had to make before with my first Doberman, Ziggy, and one that I had begged Trevor never to make me have to make again. But in the end, there we were, with our dear boy in pain, unable to walk, and with no hope for improvement. There really was no decision to make. So now, we go on. Trevor is with us in memory now, with all those whom we have loved and lost over the years. But he leaves behind in us a desire to give another dog the chance for a long and happy life. That is his legacy. We will not disappoint him. How could we?

Trevor makes himself at home on his first night of his new life on January 24, 2001.

Trevor wallows at Dog Beach

Terry, Trevor and Bailey snuggle in the living room.

 

We love you Trevor D.

Trevor Douglas Sharpe March 1999 – July 14, 2011

Gogh was surrendered to the Humane Society of South MS as a stray in June 2004. GCDR rescued her and she came to live with us in October as a foster. People at events were always curious about her old injuries, but I could only tell them what a snuggle bunny she was. I knew she would be a perfect companion for someone, I didn't realize it would be me. After Katrina we moved into our newly remodeled home on the harbor where she reigned until her passing. She loved to let everyone and anyone she could see know the harbor was hers. Our brave little girl went to the bridge May 10, 2012 with kidney failure. She was approximately 13 years young.

 

   

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