by Pat Closher
Today we rescued your dog. We don’t know where you got him from - maybe you saw him in a pet store window or maybe one of your neighbors bred a few litters a year just to make some vacation money or because they loved their dogs so much that of course they wanted to have puppies. We don’t know much about how you cared for him either, although our vet thought that for such a young dog, his teeth were in pretty bad shape.
One day, we saw him on the shelter web site. We called and asked about him. The shelter workers were so happy to hear from us and were delighted to agree to bring him to a local pet store where they do adoptions. Do you want to know why they were so accommodating? He was scheduled to be killed that afternoon. He didn’t know that, but the shelter workers certainly did. It hurt them and he felt that, so he knew something was wrong. All of a sudden, though, the shelter workers were happy and excited and so was he. They bathed him and brushed his coat. We think they probably told him this was it - his big chance, or maybe he just knew it somehow. When we met him, we all fell in love.
He had to go to the vet to be neutered, of course, but then he came home. He has his very own 13 year-old boy. You know, it’s almost like watching one of those old Lassie movies, seeing how well they’ve bonded. He’s got good food and his own toys. He’s taken on walks three times a day, is regularly groomed and is taken to the vet for needed care. We’ll be with him always, even if we have to make that last, difficult decision, because, you see, he is our dog and we are his family.
He has a good heart you know, but then he is a dog, so that’s to be expected. He’s probably forgiven you and, with a dog’s grace, doesn’t even remember you dumped him. He’d probably even be willing to greet you at the Rainbow Bridge. But you know what? He’ll greet us and go with us at the Bridge, and then he’ll be with us forever, because he’s our dog and we’re his family.
05-05-2003 I don't know who all knows about this, but I figured I would break the news...Willie was put to sleep today. He had cardiomyopathy and I guess he just couldn't handle it anymore. He got to spend his last night in a real home thanks to Sherri and today he was put down at Greenway. I wish I would have known he was sick or even that he was being put down I would have been with him, but I know it all happened very fast. I know that Storri spent some time with him in the end while he was down and I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart. I will always regret the fact that Willie did not stay at my house as a foster, he deserved so much better than what he got. I will remember him always as the big goofy boy he was just wanting someone to love him. -Amanda
To Willie: Sweet, sweet Willie Billy....run free and happy with all of the other pups that have gone before you (hook up with Nadia...she can show you the ropes and snuggle with you at night). I miss you, but I am happy that you are not suffering any more. No more kennel runs to make you sad...just run free and be happy sweet boy. Wait for me and I will give you the love and attention that you so very much deserved! -Storri Peterson
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Wishbone was born on August 8, 1995. We picked him out from a picture when he was only 2 weeks old. (They wouldn't let me see him in person yet) When we were able to take Wishbone home we knew he was going to be the best dog, and an incredible member of our family. We were very lucky to have him with us for almost 9 years. He was a friend, a playmate, a protector (although he wouldn't have hurt a fly), and his favorite thing; an 85lb lap dog that loved to cuddle with his mommy, daddy, and brother Barney.
Wishbone got ill and passed away very suddenly a short time ago. We were very grateful that he did not suffer from what ever it was that took him away from us. We will miss him dearly, and all the love he gave to us. I'm sure we will see him again.
A donation of $450.00 was given to LSBR in Memory of Wishbone.
LSBR Archive - 2004