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Diesel
by
Lisa and Pat Casey
Diesel
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Jill (April 10, 2005 - February 23, 2016)
by
Doreen and Greg Weinberg
Jill
We rescued Jill at 10 weeks of age from Labs4Rescue, she came to us from Tennessee via transporter and we picked her up in Pluckemin, NJ. We were so excited to pick her up as we had just lost our Golden Retriever, Tigger, at age 12 from cancer.

Jill lived a very happy, spoiled and loved life in New Jeersey with her younger brother, Roscoe who is 9. We found out she had cancer 5 weeks ago and treated her even more like a queen until she passed on Sunday, February 23 just shy of her 11th birthday. We all miss her happy go lucky personality and all the puppy kisses and love she gave to us. We are all so sad.

Jill is not suffering and has crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and we know we will see her again! We love you Jill, you will be so missed.

Mommy, Daddy, Alex, Zack and especially your brother, Roscoe xoxo
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Kota (2002 - 2015)
by
Frank and Andrea LaMond
Kota  Kota
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Gus Buster Mills-Haag-Basch (October 29, 2012 - February 2, 2016)
Max
"Sometimes rock stars die young. Gus was a rock star. Our hearts are broken."
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Maxamillion Anthony Shuhi (March 10, 2004 - November 23, 2013)
by
Susan Shuhi
Max  Max

Max
We adopted Max from transport on May 15, 2004. His mother, Audrey and 2 of his brothers were also being adopted the same day. I would like to take a moment to thank Rita, his Foster Mother and Anne, our Adoption Coordinator for all they did for Audrey and her pups. They sent pictures of the newborns and updates. Rita actually named all the pups and put ribbons on their necks to identify them; that is how we came to adopt Max, he had a blue ribbon and because, unbeknownst to Rita, my husband wanted to name our dog Max. From the day we brought Max home he owned our hearts forever. He was a Lab/Great Pyrenees mix and was a gentle giant. Poor Max was scared to death of fireworks and had to be medicated, he was not fond of thunder, motorcycles or gunshots. On three occasions we lost him because of his noise phobias, it was horrifying. He loved hiking at our area trails all seasons. He was the center of our lives for 9 1/2 years. Everyday was a new adventure with him.

In the Fall of 2012 he started sneezing and having a little nasal discharge. The vets office put him on antihistamines for allergies. Then in February 2013 the discharge had blood. So we had an x-ray done of his nasal passage that just showed a narrowing of the right side. We let it go until there was a reoccurrence with more blood. This time we knew, without question, something was wrong. The specialist did an MRI and rhinoscope in May and our biggest fears were realized. It was a nasal tumor which was attached to the brain. We decided not to put him through radiation or chemo. We chose to deal with the nose bleeds, but, it was very difficult when his breathing got bad. Max was still eating good, but went from 156 lbs to 133 lbs. He still looked great and walked twice a day. Mid-way through October we noticed a change in Max's behavior. It was over the next few weeks his eye began weeping and he was sneezing again. Another trip to see the vet. We knew that it was the tumor. Our last visit to the vet's office was Friday, November 22, 2013 because Max's right eye was bleeding, which meant the tumor had invaded the tear ducks. His eye was protuding and his other eye showed some of the same, which meant the tumor had grown. We stayed up most of the night and made the decision Saturday morning to lay our boy to rest so he would not have to suffer any more consequences of the nasal tumor. We are extremely indebted to our vet who was so kind and understanding enough to come to our home that morning.
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Zilla G. Matiash
by
Lisa Matiash
Zilla  Zilla  Zilla
Zilla was adopted from Labs4Rescue on July 30, 2005 and resided in Framingham, MA with her mom Lisa and (eventual) stepsister Chaca. Zilla was an absolute treasure, the sweetest, most loving, selfless, and loyal dog around who always was happy and had a constant wagging tail. A velcro dog through and through, Zilla never strayed far from her people and preferred the company of humans to other animals, though was never unkind to the latter.

Zilla was an accomplished athlete. She reached the summit of Cadillac Mount in Maine, Mount Major in New Hampshire, and Mount Wachusett, Massachusetts, in addition to many smaller peaks. She also canoed the Missisquoi river in Vermont. An avid fetch artist in her younger years, Zilla performed aerial acrobatics while catching frisbees. She loved to swim, and spent much time doing so at nearby Ashland Reservoir. This past summer Zilla also enjoyed her first swims in a pool, and her first ride on a motorized boat. She embraced her daily walks with gusto and was a regular at local parks.

An avid foodie, Zilla could smell grilled meat or roast chicken from a mile away, and could hear the foil top tear off the yogurt cup while sleeping a floor above. She loved mangoes, strawberries, blueberries, and bananas. She loved the sun, choosing to bake on the blacktop driveway on hot, hot summer days. She did not enjoy rainy days, and could only be coaxed outside in her yellow raincoat. She adored her stuffed toys, and had quite a cast of characters, favorites including her Gorilla, Big Fish, and Octopussy. Rarely destroying toys, she preferred instead to constantly carry one around, and used it as a pillow once she sat down. She relished her Kong, and would work on getting to the treats inside for hours. She loved to visit friends as it usually meant riding in the car, another favorite past time, and hosting friends (both two and four-legged) in her home as well.

Zilla past away peacefully on September 8, 2013 after a battle with cancer, with her best friend Lisa by her side. She will be sorely missed by her family and many friends. The beautiful girl touched many lives and made Lisa's life infinitely happier.
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Molly
by
Paul Ringuette
Molly
Molly was the first ever Yellow Lab that we have ever seen that absolutely hated water and anything to do with water, even when it was raining as she would put her head down almost as if she was saying that her beautiful hair was being wrecked! But however she was the best snow loving dog and would enjoy playing in the snow big time. Her most favorite toys were Tennis Balls and as long as you could keep throwing that balls, she would keep on retrieving them! She was a great pleasure having her in our life for the past seven years especially know that we rescued her a week prior to her being put down in Louisiana. She is already missed by use all and all four of our rescued cats that absolutely adored her also. Thank You all at Labs4Rescue for allowing us to be able to adopt Molly and spend seven wonderful years with us!
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Shadow
by
Alissa Matuszko
Shadow
Hello Carolyn,

You may not remember us, as you work with many different people, but we rescued Snowflake (who we named Shadow) about 6 years ago. Just thought you should know that sadly we had to put her down yesterday. Quite honestly it was one of the saddest days of my life and everything happened so quickly that it is taking me time to process through it all. Basically, the short of it is Shadow had a very aggressive form of lymphoma that was viciously attacking her body. It all went downhill in a month and there were no indications that she was sick before. She was my first dog ever, and the first big responsibility that my husband and I had together. I am so glad she is not suffering, but selfishly just want her here with us. It is not fair that this happened so young. Even our vet and the specialist we took her to was baffled by it all.

You were so amazing to us during the whole process of adopting her and we are forever grateful that we had Shadow in our lives. We moved to Florida about 3 years ago and had a daughter that Shadow adored. Mikayla was just getting to the age where she would give Shadow hugs and interact with her a lot and I am so sad they will not have each other longer. After having Shadow, we cannot imagine our lives without a dog. It just makes our family complete! I can also say that your rescue group was spot on in your description of her. For that reason alone, when we are ready, we want to go through Labs4Rescue once again. I know we are farther away now, but is this possible? We obviously need some time to heal, but I just wanted to touch base to see if it is even a possibility in the future with us living in Florida.

I attached the last family photo we got.

Respectfully,
Alissa Matuszko
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Cooper
by
Kathy Meyering
Cooper  Cooper  Cooper
When I was a child I often humanized my pets, assuming they felt and reacted to life events the same way we humans do. Since then, I've learned that while they are much more guided by instinct than emotion, animals are a rich source for learning how to live life better, one day at a time. Recently, National Public Radio host Faith Middleton interviewed Karen Winegar, the author of a book on the benefits of animals to humans, in particular rescue animals. In the interview, Winegar shared some stories about several remarkable animals and their ability to heal from horrible abuse and neglect The jacket of her book "Saved: Rescued Animals and the Lives They Transform," puts forth the idea that "what rescued animals do best and most astonishingly is forgive."

I find stories of forgiveness and redemption particularly moving these days. Perhaps it's because at our age, we've had lots of opportunities to forgive and to ask for forgiveness. I don't think it ever comes easy, though. It involves admitting we are wrong and letting go of the past. Children utter those two words, "I'm sorry," a lot more readily than we do. Animals don't even look for apologies. They simply move on.

I look down at my dog Cooper, a rescue Lab, and realize how true this is. I don't know his story either, but I can tell his life was less than happy. My guess is he was probably beaten, since he still flinches whenever I raise my hand to pat his head. He gets anxious if I raise my voice. He is obsessed with being by my side, to the point of jumping up on his hind legs to look through a window when he is out and I am in, or vice versa. I've done nothing to deserve this trust and devotion, and can't even claim to have redressed any wrongs his former owners inflicted on him before they abandoned him. But I find his hopeful enthusiasm for another good day inspiring.

So I am taking a moment to be grateful for Cooper. I'm grateful for the fact that he is able to show trust, affection and attachment to me and my family. Cooper is a great dog. Slobbery, yes, and he's having a little trouble in the bathroom department. On top of that, he still tests positive for heartworms and Lyme disease even though he has been treated for both. I wonder at our bad luck, since last year we had to put our dog Po down after nursing him through a year-long battle with bladder cancer. But since I believe there is always something to be learned from even the most trying situations, I am jolted by the thought that someday I may be incontinent and drooling, or called upon to care for a loved one in such a state. I know this seems like a stretch, but taking care of Cooper gives me a chance to practice the spiritual as well as practical skills I will quite likely need in the not so distant future.
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Asti
by
Jennifer Thompson
Asti
Beloved, sweet Asti, I miss you everyday. You came to us six years ago and were my first baby. During our time together you watched over two little boys and always kept my feet warm. You were always gentle and quiet and loving. I tried my best to keep you comfortable but it became clear that you were unhappy and ready to cross the rainbow bridge. You were a true gift to everyone who knew you. Farewell dear girl, I love you and hope you are at peace.
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Lucy
by
Patrick Keaton
Lucy
I just wanted to thank you for everything about my Lucy. It was a sad day today because Lucy officially lost her battle with lung cancer. She was a trooper and after diagnosis, we were able to treat her with chemotherapy which gave us an extra 6 short months of quality time with her. So, we made sure she got lots of special attention, rides in the car and all the things that she loved so very much. My tears are not for her since I know she was going to a special place where she wouldn't be sick anymore. A place where she can run and play, a place free from illness. My tears are for me, knowing that I have loved and have lost. I will miss her with all my heart for the rest of my life for she has found a place deep inside my heart where she lives on. I'm just very thankful to have had the honor and good fortune to have had someone as special as she, someone who has truly taught me the meaning of unconditional love. Without Labs4Rescue I wouldn't have had the chance to get picked by my best buddy dog friend Lucy.

Fondly,
Patrick Keaton
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Jewels
by
Tammy Royer
Jewels
We sadly let our pretty girl Jewels pass last night. She turned 13 in February and suffered her first bought if Geriatric Vertigo in Easter morning. The debilitating episodes continued to come more frequently over time and put her in such distress. As a family we decided to let her cross the bridge. I held her in my arms and kissed her to sleep for the last time. I thank you for allowing us to give Jewels a living forever home. We rescued her as a senior and never doubted our decision from the first minute she came off the transport. Pretty girl, thank you for loving us unconditionally. You never faltered in your devotion to us. God Bless that gorgeous white face of yours.

Love always,
Tammy, Erick, Alexis, Daniel, Abby and your 4 legged sisters!
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Toebie
by
Louise Rozene & Jay Kohler
Toebie  Toebie
In January of 2007, you sent a wonderful Labrador into our life named Toebie. We renamed him Zachary, and he has been a member of our family ever since, a wonderful companion and friend to us and best buddy of our sheepdog Jasmine. I want you to know he had a good, happy life, and was loved very much. He now lies in the kitchen herb garden behind our house.
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Leon
by
Jim & Sandy Spillane
Leon  Sable and Leon
We were very unsure about adopting a six year old Lab. Linda Henry highly recommended Leon, he was well behaved and mannered and she said he was at Bartlet for some time because of his age. With her suggestion we decided on him. Leon arrived in CT on March 13, 2004. We can not say enough wonderful things about him. Everybody that met Leon fell in love with him. He would let the neighbors children do anything to and with him. Leon always wanted to be with his human friends no matter what you were doing. Leon was my best babysitter. I could not go anywhere with him not being by my side. We later adopted a German Shepherd. who Leon just loved. He was a perfect big brother for her. He would always protect her from everything. As you can see Leon and Sable were inseparable. On Friday 1/15/2010 we had to put Leon down for medical reasons. I just wanted you to know that Leon brought my family much love and fun. Leon will be missed dearly. Sandy and I wish to thank you in assisting us in picking out the best dog that we have ever had.
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Josie
by
Randi Diemand
Josie
Josie was a terrific dog! We adopted her as a senior, with a little hesitancy at first. Not sure what it would be like to have an older dog. However, this senior lab quickly joined our family & our hearts! What a love. She bonded to our other Labs4Rescue dog, Gracie. They were inseparable & best friends. She loved to play ball and hang out with our children. Josie taught our family about love, loyalty & kindness. She was grateful dog and always meet us at the door with a stuffed toy or shoe in her mouth! We feel lucky to have had her in our lives. She holds a special place in our hearts!
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Hamilton
by
Theresa Cronin
Hamilton  Hamilton
Hamilton, or as I always called her, my precious gift. After looking on Petfinder.com everyday for over two years, I came across my friend on Labs4Rescue and fell in love. As soon as she arrived, she hopped into my car as soon as I opened my door to get something and from that moment, it was like she was always there and ready for her new home. I felt like I had known her for years and this was just a normal trip. She was so at ease and was meant to be. At that moment, I couldn't imagine my life without her. My L4R contact suggested on our hour ride home that I take her for a walk since she had made the travel from Louisiana to CT. A snow storm was looming in the distance but I took her to the beach. As she jumped out of the car, I was there when she experienced her first snow flake. She loved every moment of it, which relieved me of my only concern adopting her, her adjustment from the heat of the South, to the winter in the Northeast. She was just so excited. I was in love. We were together 24/7 from then on. I took her everywhere and she made friends wherever she went. On our walks in the morning, there were overnight security guards that waited outside to see her at the end of their shift, our Stamford Police always took the time to get some Lab lovin' on their way to work, and my family and friends loved her endlessly. My mother and father especially. They were there when she entered my life, they were there when I needed a happy place for her to go if I was away, and there when she so sadly left us.

I discovered that there was someone else in my community that adopted her lab through Labs4resue. She contacted me and shared her story as she hugged Hamilton and welcomed her. I knew I was saving a life, but her excitement of our choice made it so much more special. There is one picture that I would love to have that Kara tried to take, but puppies have their own agenda. They were lying down parallel to each other watching squirrels as we talked. Cyrus was on the mend from a leg injury from hiking a few days before, but was happy to watch Hamilton run and chase the squirrels up the tree.

Hamilton saved my life, not the other way around. I learned to appreciated snow, sleet, rain again. She loved it, and now, so did I. Everyday was a new adventure outdoors and we experienced something new everyday.

Thank you Labs4Rescue for giving yourselves endlessly, for saving these treasures, making sure they are placed in a happy home and giving us these precious gifts.

This is hard to say because at times I can't believe that you're gone as you are still with me every moment. I can't put into words how much you positively impacted my life everyday and for the rest of my life, but I will forever miss you Hamilton. You will always be my special girl.
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Dixie and Alice
by
Sheila McCollough
Dixie and Alice
These two senior mother and daughter black Labs will be greatly missed by their adopters, Maureen and Pete Kennedy. Their names were Dixie and Alice. They were adopted in 2004 from Labs4rescue as seniors. Alice was the mother and miss boss, she was 15 when she passed to the Rainbow Bridge earlier this year. Then her daughter, Dixie, passed on to meet her mother at the bridge shortly later. Dixie was about 14. Maureen and Pete offered these two a wonderful, loving, caring home for their final years. They both were greatly loved and cherished, what more could you ask for, for two senior black labs. Pictured is Dixie, Alice, and their brother, along with their parents, on their first day in their new home. We will never forget Dixie and Alice.
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Rocky (formerly Rusty)
by
Cole Powers
Rusty
When we started fostering Rocky in August 2005, we instantly fell in love with him, and we decided to keep him, giving us the name of "foster failure." After Rocky's tough start in a landfill, he was a little shaken up but still loveable none the less. Our two other dogs, Buddy, a Black lab, and Monty, a yellow, felt the same way we did about him. Soon Buddy and Rocky were knocking down furniture and chasing each other inside the house. Sometimes it got a little out of hand, but we still loved Rocky as much as we ever did. Rocky also loved to swim. We would take him for walks, and let him swim in Lake Champlain with Buddy and Monty. He wasn't Johnny Weismuller, but he was happy and having fun, and that made us feel wonderful.

In the winter 2006, Rocky had lots of fun. He and Buddy would sit around and eat snow and sometimes chase each other in the covering that the blizzard had left. Whenever we would let him outside to go, he would always come back with snow all over his back and on his nose.

Rocky had a very happy life when we he was with us, but recently he had started experiencing seizures caused by his epilepsy. Eventually he had too many and had to be brought to the vet's. He died next to my Mom and Step Dad, Jim. He was only 2 years old when he died.

Rocky had a difficult start and a difficult end, but in between were the happiest moments of his life and mine. He brought joy to us and the other dogs. He may have passed away, but he will always be alive in our hearts.
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Reagan
by
Mary-Ann Porrazzo
Reagan  Reagan
Reagan came to me at 10 years of age as a foster. I took him to one adoption event where he was the "star" because of his fantastic personality and huge smile, however, when potential adopters found out how old he was, they soon lost interest. After that I promised him there would be no more disappointments in his life and he was going to stay with me. He soon made himself at home and loved his cocker spaniel sister Shelby and tolerated his feline sisters Roxie and BeBe.

Believe me the love that comes from the eyes of a senior dog makes your worst days soon bright. They are so thankful for the wonderful life we give them in their senior years. I would not have given up my 3 years with Reagan for anything. He taught me so much about life and love and I will be forever grateful to him.

I know he is with his sister Shelby and his labbie friends and enjoying life again at Rainbow Bridge.

Reagan - until we meet again...
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Sweetie
by
Susan Carlson
Sweetie
Sweetie was my first Lab rescue from Labs4rescue. I wanted a senior Lab knowing they were the last to find a home, and I knew I could give Sweetie the best life in her golden years. Sweetie came to me one June 1, 2005 after her owner died and her family was going to put her down; prior to that she was found as a stay. When my Mom met Sweetie they had an instant bond. My Mom wanted Sweetie to be hers, how could I say no? (Click here to read Sweetie's story on adopting a senior Lab). Sweetie went to live with my Mom and Dad, not a day went by that Sweetie didn't enjoy a drive around the Ocean Drive, stopping to go for a walk, a road trip to Vermont and being by my Mom's side 24/7. When Mom had to go into a nursing home in March 2007, Sweetie came back to live with me. Poor Sweetie was sad she was missing her constant companion. I made sure Sweetie felt at home and well loved. In the last month she was getting sick, not eating, and having seizures. My vet said it was time. I knew when I adopted her it would only be for a few years, but when the day came it was heartbreaking as ever. I know we gave Sweetie two more happy years and she made my Mom so very happy, to me that's was Sweetie's gift!
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Vern
by
Jacqui Hartranft
Vern
My daughter, Debbie, had to euthanize Vern last night--the day of his three year anniversary with her. It is a very sad moment for all of us. I believe that this was probably the best three years of his life, including the last year when he became sick. He slept in bed with them, was allowed on the furniture, went to NC Outbanks with them and just a short time ago camping with them. When they went anywhere, usually the dogs went with them. He was on large doses of meds to control his seizures. Although getting seizures approximately once a month or more, each time he did, the recovery from them seemed to take longer. The meds made him a zoombie but if they were cut back he would have more seizures. She had so hoped she could get a CD title for him in obedience but it was not to be. Had she started on it earlier I have no doubt he would have earned that title and others as he loved obedience work and was good at it until he became sick. Vern was such a good boy and a real love bug and he will be sadly missed by all of us.
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Zeus
by
Kim Watson
Zeus  Zeus  Zeus
From the moment on I saw Zeus on the Labs4rescue web site I knew I needed him in my life. He was left at a boarding facility for the last time by an owner who was too busy for him. He was suffering from allergies and old age. The heat, mold and pollen were just too much for him in Tennessee. I knew I could help. Better yet, I knew I wanted to help.

So the day came when he crawled out of the car and into my arms...all 125 pounds of him! I held his HUGE head in my hands and introduced myself to him as his new foster mom. Gave him a kiss and promised him I would try to make him feel better and give him a better home. I knew the old guy would not really fit into our busy life style, but until the time when we could find him a calm quiet home, we would give him all he needed.

We took him to the vets for meds, gave him baths every other day for the itch, and gave him the love and comfort I'm sure he never had. He made himself very comfortable on the couch in our family room. It was now Zeus' couch. He would put his big face down on the edge and I would do my best to always stop and give him a kiss on his nose. He never gave those kisses back...but would look at me with pure contentment. He knew he was home. With several applications and people interested in Zeus the perfect home was right in front of us.

By March of 2006 I thought the toll of his weight, he was now up to 150 pounds due to steroids, and allergies would get the best of him...but then he found the new inground pool! You would never believe it but the boy could dive! We decided he was a life guard in a previous life because every time anyone went into the pool Zeus would run along the side and dive deep into the pool after you. We spent the entire summer swimming with Zeus. He would do about 10 or 15 laps a day. He would swim over and try to climb on the float with me. I would hold onto him tight and we would float together. I would talk to him about life. He was so happy swimming. I truly believe these were the happiest days of his life.

But summer has come to an end and the pool is all closed up. He watched as the pool cover was put on with disappointment. I cried. I knew he would loose the one thing that was keeping him alive and active. At 10 years old, and a very hard 10 years at that, he would struggle to get through another winter. But we kept trying. Until yesterday.

Zeus, I have been watching with sadness the past few weeks as you have become so weak. You would have so much fight in you. Determined to follow your Mom upstairs to bed. I don't know how you did it. Breathing so heavy and struggling with every step. But I would lay there at night listening to you breathe and I knew you were there for me. I wanted desperately to find something else I could do for you. You would fall coming down the stairs. I would help you up and tell you it would be ok. But I knew that your time had come to be released from all the pain and struggle.

As I held your head up and embraced you those eyes still looking at me you managed to give me that content look one more time. We both knew that we loved each other unconditionally. The doctor that had taken such good care of you and called you "the big guy" told me he would take good care of you one last time. He gave you the sedative to relax you, I held you tight, and you fell fast asleep. I told you that I loved you and that I was sorry I couldn't see you for a while. But that someday we would be together again. For you to go to heaven and find the biggest pool, I would meet you there. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do and easily one of the darkest days of my life.

I miss you already. I awoke last night to let you outside but you were not there. The house is so quiet. I love you Zeus. Rest in peace big guy. I will never forget you. The time we have had together will be some of my best memories ever.

Love,
Mom
December 19, 2006

Hello again to all of the wonderful people out there who have been so kind to write to me, or give their best wishes about Zeus. It has been two weeks now since he went to the bridge and I still think about him every day. We get his ashes back on Thursday, and as I have said to many, we will make a special garden near the pool just for him. He will be my lifegaurd! The reason I am writing again is not only to thank all of you, but also to inspire each one of you. I have received at least 40 responses from people who go on this site reguarly who have either lost a senior recently and are thinking about another, or people who think they might want to adopt or foster a senior. W

ell...the good news is I have my new foster already! Have you applied for yours? He came to me this past Saturday from Manhatten. Bugsy was left by owners who decided after 11 years that they no longer wanted to care for him. They booked a cruise and brought him to the shelter! Yeh retirement! Well Bugsy doesn't think retirement is all that great. As I did with Zeus, I held his head, promised him I would make him feel comfortable and do whatever I could for him until his permanent home came for him. There is another guy coming to me next week who is 10 and needs a foster....To all of you out there "thinking" about doing this...do it! They need you...we need your help. If my tribute inspired you..made you feel...then go with those feeling and do something about it. Adopt...foster! The seniors keep coming in and the applications are slow. You will not regret one moment of it. The feelings I shared with you about Zeus are real. And it didn't bring tears to so many for no reason. Follow through ......

Thank you for listening one more time...if you would like to write to me with any questions please feel free. But better yet...read more about fostering by clicking here and do it for Zeus!

Thanks again,
Kim
January 1, 2007

Click here to ask Kim about adopting or fostering a senior lab.
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Daisy (formerly Trina #2)
by
Danette Smith
Daisy  Daisy
We adopted Daisy (formerly Trina #2) in February 2006, knowing she had a history of at least one seizure since being rescued from Hurricane Katrina. We fell in love with her sweet face and playful disposition, and so did our other male Yellow Labrador Skyler. She was with us about a week when she went into a seizure she could not come out of, and thus began our long road of epilepsy management together. She was on increasing doses of both phenobarbital and potassium bromide, more and more and more, until we got the seizures under control. The medicine took its toll on her, and she developed a marked case of fear aggression.....she didn't understand what was going on with her body and she was confused and frightened. We got the help of a fantastic trainer who worked with us and in a matter of months the aggression was gone and our sweet, loving Daisy was back and going strong. Anyone who's ever had a seizure dog knows there's never a dull moment, and we were always amazed at the assortment of household items that Daisy sought to ingest. She loved to play and chase tennis balls, and we got her hooked on the game of Frisbee, although her lack of coordination due to the medication made it a bit difficult for her to be graceful about it. She didn't care.....she just had fun. She also loved to chase Skyler at about 40 mph in wide circles around our property, until they both just ran out of gas. In October of this year, she started slowing down and we thought she was just "mellowing with maturity." But at the beginning of November, she suddenly developed a severe case of anemia, and we rushed her to Tufts Foster Hospital....the best care around. Daisy was admitted to their ICU and received two emergency blood transfusions while they tried to decipher the anemia. As it turned out, the phenobarbital she was on was destroying her bone marrow, causing her red cells, white cells, and platelets to be severely deficient. It was a very rare, but possible, side effect of the phenobarbital. After three days in ICU, and consults with neurology and oncology experts, Daisy came home with a bleak prognosis. We waited and watched to see if her bone marrow would recover after being taken completely off the phenobarbital, and we lavished her with love and basically just spoiled her rotten. All the doggie rules in the house went right out the window. She slept in bed with us and got as many snacks as she wanted. I took a week off from work and spent every minute with Daisy (and Skyler too). She got to shred as many stuffy toys as she wanted, and got all sorts of tasty morsels from the dinner table. After about a week and a half, the transfused blood was used up and the anemia came back just as bad as it had been, and her bone marrow would not recover from the ordeal. She had very little energy and spent much of her day on "her" sofa, and one night I came home from work and she didn't greet me at the door as usual. I knew it was time. We took her for one last ride back to Tufts, and we were by her side when she was put down, on my birthday of all days. We miss our Daisy so much, as she was the "velcro dog" who was always under foot. She was only with us for less than 10 months, but she will be with us forever in our hearts.
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Casanova
by
Erin Smithies
Casanova  Casanova  Casanova
Casanova was a sweet, timid black lab mix- tall with long lanky legs, and soulful eyes. You know a dog has not had it so nice when they think that going to a no-kill shelter is a huge step up in life. When I think of Cas, I remember sitting under a shade tree with him on a hot Louisiana day, and he lay flat out on his side, and had this way of pawing at you to notice him. When he did, and I looked his way- he was already gazing at me, content, smiling big, tongue hanging out to the side, and his tail then thumped hard. I remember exactly that moment- smiling back and thinking to myself- 'this' is why I do rescue. He was one of those dogs who you fall hard for, wish you had one less of your own so you could have this one more at your house- and you worry about finding him someone who will love him as much as he deserves. Cas was fortunate to have a wonderful family up north foster him- and he was very, very loved there too. Sadly, only 2 days after he went to his new home, Cas got loose, and was hit and killed by a car. His potential adoptive family were devastated- in a short time they had already considered him theirs. His foster family were devastated- had known him as part of the family longest in their home- and considered him theirs. I was devastated- still think of him- I rescued him, saw him see kindness in people for the first time, and saw the sweet goof that he was within that timid body, and gave him a piece of my heart- and considered him mine too. He was only 2 years old, but at least sweet Cas had the chance to know love, which is more than many dogs sadly ever get in this life. May he rest in peace, and meet me at the bridge with that bright big smile.
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Gone But Not Forgotten
A Tribute to Danny Boy, Dauphnee, Dee Dee, Holden, Jo Jo, Kirsten, and Sienna
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