JUST REMEMBER...
WE MAY NOT BE TOGETHER IN THE WAY WE USED TO BE BUT WE ARE STILL CONNECTED BY A CORD NO EYE CAN SEE... SO WHENEVER YOU NEED TO FIND ME, WE'RE NEVER FAR APART, IF YOU LOOK BEYOND THE HORIZON AND LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART.

Samson
I can't believe it was seven years ago that I found my Samson in a shopping cart, abandoned at a local pet store. As often as I get angry at individuals who abandon animals, I am at least thankful that they take the time to bring them to an environment where it insures they'll be found by an animal lover. My little man was put into a dog bed which was put inside a cart and properly displayed with a beautiful blue collar (tags still attached). After having the store make announcements and assuring that he was most definitely abandoned, the store was going to call the humane society. I, however, had other plans... This was a store I rarely frequented. I felt my reasoning for being there that day, at that particular time, finding that little lost soul was somehow meant to happen. After vetting this ever growing gentle giant, I understood why someone who initially had the right intentions to love and care for him forever may have been so quickly deterred from believing that they could possibly (emotionally and/or financially) properly provide for this dog. At a very young age this rottie coon hound mix already had bad hips. When found he had severe bronchitis and unexplainable hot spots in the most unusual places. Those hot spots, it was later determined, were a result of his allergies to grass!! Who would have thunk it ~ and ~ of course his number one favorite thing in life was to barrel roll (all 120 pounds of him) in the grass like a horse out in the pasture :-) Today, seven years later, I not only still have that beautiful blue collar that was on him the day that he moved into our home, but I also have those multiple beautiful memories that Samson placed within my heart. Samson educated me on the fact that it is not the number of years you live here on this earth but it is the way each and every day of each and every one of those years that you are here, are lived, and he lived each day to the fullest. Knowing when the time had come to deter from unpreventable and/or insurmountable suffering was the hardest lesson I ever had to learn. Samson you will be forever be in our hearts. The Molloy Family

Whimsey
Whimsey came into my life a strong willed little lady of eleven years old. For whatever reason, there were only a chosen few of us within the rescue I was working with at the time in which this little spit fire would allow to hold her, pick her up and/or even open her crate to feed her (without a fight). Having one of those volunteers care for her after her medical needs were attended to surgically allowed Ms. Whimsey the ability to blossom and slowly let her guard down due to the fact that she was in a safe, secure surrounding. Then, I was asked to babysit Ms. Whimsey, while her foster mother had to travel. One week with Ms. Whimsey in my home made me truly realize what I was missing in my life. I had dogs of most sizes; however, I never had myself a little lap dog. Let alone a strong willed little lady who suffered from what I called 'big dog syndrome' at six whole pounds. What she lacked in weight, she most definitely made up for in disposition! Ms. Whimsey continued with that strong will of only allowing select individuals into her life and I was so glad to realize that I still remained to be one of them. I know it was a hard decision for her foster mom to allow Ms. Whimsey to remain with me upon her return from her travels BUT in the best interest of Ms. Whimsey she agreed. I was home most every day with a fully fenced yard for Ms. Whimsey to sun bathe. She was able to come and go as she pleased by the use of a doggie door and she was able to say good bye to pee-pee pads for good. Ms. Whimsey no longer saw the inside of a crate and she was able to spend her final days on her own princess pillow with her own little coat to keep her warm when weather required. This little lady intertwined in my heart in a manner very difficult to put into words. But I know her presence in our home made a tremendous difference for her golden years. I thank Michelle (her foster mom) for allowing me the opportunity to experience both that love and devotion that can only be explained and understood by those who knew Ms. Whimsey herself. Thank you Ms. Whimsey for teaching me that love comes in all sizes and most importantly from sources which we may very least expect. Momma Janet