Our Precious Arnie

Dear all,

It is with a heavy heart that we have to tell you that we have had to have our lovely Arnie put to sleep aged 10 years and 3 months. He was a lovely, big German Shepherd. We were so lucky to have him.

We rescued him at 5 weeks old after he was rejected by his mum and the rest of the litter. We had to make that terrible decision after his back-end let him down. Two really kind vets came to the house and told us we were doing the right thing.

We feel so lost and low without him, can't eat or sleep and all the other symptoms of a broken-heart.

Two years ago I was telling you about Baby. Moonbeam was fantastic with me, I don't know if you will remember me but I remember you. I have never forgotten how much you helped me. I desperately want to think that our Baby, Arnie and all the countless other rescue dogs that I have had over the years will all be together. We have now got so many in our garden that it is like a cemetery.

He has left such a gaping hole in all our lives. We are now left with only one rescue dog, Buster, who my son rescued from someone who was going to throw him on the railways tracks and four cats who decided they were going to live with us after being neglected.

I send you much love and thanks again for everything that you do on this site.

Lots of love,


Gloria

The Keeper (song)

Hi all, I think that this is something that we have all got in common.

The Keeper

Our Precious Miracle Baby

Hello all.

Our "Baby" was born 27/11/97. She was a Patterdale Jack Russell.

She was dead at birth and left in the membrane by her mum who rejected her. I broke the membrane, she was lifeless. My husband tried to take her off me to bury her. I held onto her and told him to leave us alone. My husband went out in disgust saying "she's dead". I immediately started to vigorously massage here tiny body (about 5" long) and put her nose and mouth in mine, how long for I do not know. Suddenly there was a movement in one of her tiny paws. She then just sprang into life and squeeked. She was alive. I have never prayed so hard in my entire life.

I have always rescued animals, so perhaps my experience helped, my husband said that I must be a witch! She was so loved and spoilt. She was the boss. She was tiny but perfect, ginger haired and beautiful. I bottlefed her and I was her mummy.

It was her 13th birthday on the 27th November 2010. Her lovely ginger face was now white with age. I was so glad that she made it to 13. We bought her a new collar, lead and coat. She loved going out in the car and had lots of caravan holidays. Recently she just went out on little walks as she was doddery. From the 7th December she refused any of her favourite foods. On the 8th December her little legs began to give way and she just wanted to sleep. She was in the house on a quilt, comfy at the side of the radiator. She was telling us that the was ready to go to heaven. She went in her sleep peacefully, with my sons and I stroking and kissing her, holding her little paws. We are so grateful for 13 wonderful years and she will always be with us. She is buried outside my front door in her new coat, collar and lead.

My husband died five years ago aged just 53. He loved Baby so much, as we all did. I hope my husband is now looking after her as we have, our Baby was a miracle.

We are devastated yet happy for her.

Bless her, be happy our precious Baby, we love you so much.

It's the ones left behind who suffer. She really was our Baby from the day she took her first breath to the say she took her last. She was there for us and we were there for her. It could never have been long enough. ***