In Memorium

This page is designed to host photos and words to honor those dogs who have passed on in life but never in our hearts. This web page will serve as an everlasting remembrance of our former four-legged family members.

Audie came to rescue as a stray, picked up on the streets of Aurora. She was adopted from the shelter by someone that loved and cared for her very much, but she was unable to get a long with an elderly dog in the home and came to rescue. She spent several months with Stacey, her loving foster mom, who was able to help Audie get comfortable in her care. Audie was a very shy dog that did not trust people. It took her a long time to learn to trust a new person. When moving to a new foster home, where she could learn to love more than one human, she got frightened and bolted away. Sadly, Audie was hit by a car and did not survive. We are sorry that Audie left us so suddenly and tragically, but happy to know the last 8 months of her life where those with love, good food and care. We wish you peace Audie Blossom and know that in doggie heaven you do not need to be afraid anymore.


My Rosa (Belbar Sinabar White Merlot)

No one will ever love me as much as Rosa did. I first met Rosa shortly after she was born. She took a shine to me, and whenever I went to Sandy’s house to visit, Rosa was my unofficial hostess and shadow. She would always walk me to the door as if to ask if This Time she could go with me. My Scooter was dog-aggressive, so Rosa and I had to meet in other places. I showed her when I could and  assured her that someday we would be together.

Rosa had a romantic adventure with her true love, Johnny (CH Brummagem Chips Ahoy ROM SDE) in 2004. She had 4 puppies, her only litter, three Champions, and one mountain hippie. A few months after my Scooter died, I was home with a bad case of sciatica. In my drugged haze, I heard Sandy say, “Do you want me to bring Rosa over?” Rosa’s dreams had come true. My bed was her bed. My couch was her couch; my yard was her playground, my heart was hers. My favorite picture shows her in her zebra costume, ready to dunk for hot dogs at the Bully Halloween Party.

Mama Rosa had that bully sense of fun but always tried to maintain her dignity in public. She would often go back to visit her children and delighted in reminding them who was the Mom and who needed a good growling at. Her boy Smudge (CH Belbar Double Chocolate Chip) joined us a few years ago. Though he outweighed her by 15 pounds, all she had to do was growl and the tug toy was hers. When Smudge and I went off to shows, Rosa’s daughter Scarlett would come stay and keep Mom company.

We had great adventures, games, and discussions, but we were our happiest curled up together on the couch. Late in 2010, Rosa was diagnosed with cancer and despite valiant efforts, she passed in January of 2011. She has left a huge hole in my heart. Sleep well, my Rose.

Eileen


 

Anybody who has had the priviledge of owning an English Bull Terrier knows that they are not the easiest of dogs to raise or to train. The first 4 years of their lives are all rough and tumble, 500 miles per hour, jovial mischief. They are 50-65 pound cannonballs in a dog suit and frankly, they are not for everybody. Twinkie’s favorite pasttime was running at full speed into anything – people, other dogs, trees and a 40 pound box of stonewear. Again, these dogs are only for the heartiest, healthiest and most patient people.

I can remember when Twinkie was less than a year old and would go out to the backyard to play. Missy, Jeff and I would stand at the back door and argue about who would be the one to go outside and bring him in. Jeff would dutifully volunteer and trudge out to face the onslaught. About 10 minutes later he would return, usually with several new holes in his shirt, but with Twinkie in tow. Twinkie would always be happy as a lark knowing that he had again bested one of us. Remember, Twinkie was never aggressive or mean. He was always happy and having fun. It was just that his idea of fun didn’t quite fit in with most people’s definition.

But my favorite memory of Twinkie as a young dog was during a trip to the vet’s office. Twinkie had just had his shots and thoroughly treed the vet that examined him (who thought he was going to maul her). In the waiting room was a 5 or 6 year old girl with her parents and her sick Beagle. The special thing about this girl was that she was about 75% blind. Her parents told me that she had been nearly blind from birth but loved dogs and loved drawing pictures.

As soon as twinkie returned to the waiting room he went over and sniffed the little girl and I pulled him away as fast as I could, knowing that he would knock her over and start licking her (which he was very good at doing to small children). I turned to pay and say my goodbyes to the staff and looked down to find Twinkie sitting patiently while the little girl fussed over him, felt all over him, and kissing him repeatedly on the nose. In this moment I saw the dog that Twinkie would become and understood why people love their Bullies fiercely. He was patient and kind and extrordinarily gentle with the little blind girl.
Later in his life he slowed down and became the sweet, gentle, animal we all knew. He would snuggle in bed, be stubborn as a mule when he felt like it, and loved being around people.

Twinkie passed away today from a “fatal arrhythmia”. It was sudden and the vet said it was painless. It is funny how you never think this will happen and you always think that life will go on forever. I will miss him greatly.

David and Missy Pope
Twinkie (left, 11 years old) poses with his adopted sister, Maggie

   

We are owners of Clyde (lower left) who is our new guy (adopted from the Rescue in July 2006). Our little angel, Edithanne (lower right) sent us Clyde to take care of us when she passed away in May 2006.

Jan and Stu Potter

   

Scooter (left) had been living on the streets and was hit by a car. When Animal control contacted Bully Rescue, she decided to check him for tattoos and, if there were none, to have him put down. However, when she went to see him, even though he was strapped down on the examining table, he wagged his tail at her. She HAD to save him.  After healing in foster care, he came to me, a 10-month old red terror who found the only place he could escape the yard within milliseconds of his arrival.

We all know how teenage bullies can be, and he was all that and more. Many shoes and large pieces of furniture drew his fatal interest. He made me a more compassionate, patient person from the first (and last) time I yelled at him and then had to coax him out of the farthest corner of the yard. He wasn’t my dog so much as my roommate, for he had a fierce independent streak. My friends became his friends on his terms, and I must say he was pretty successful, judging by the large number of his friends.

In December of 2006, at 14 years old, Scooter Pie Niehouse died peacefully at home, thanks to the kindness of the mobile vet. He had suffered a stroke that morning and told me it was time. His Aunt Dee and I held him and told him how wonderful he was as he slipped away.

So think a good thought about the boy and give your pets an extra treat in his memory!

Eileen Niehouse


We rescued Figgy from San Francisco twelve years ago. He would have been 15 on May 19th, but left us on December 15th ’07, after a fight with lymphoma. He was funny and feisty, loving and loved. Three times he provided comic relief in the Obedience ring, even causing solemn judges to crack a smile. We almost lost him once before to peritonitis, as a result of a blockage – but this time it was for real.

– Ruthie & Ray Hoffman