These two were the best of friends. Gretchen the Greyhound crossed over first then the big grey ghost, Cooper 21/2 years later. I have experienced the loss of pets before and I didn’t think the pain could be worse but it was. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about them. Cooper was so strong and fought until the very end. Such a strong willed, hard headed, stubborn, yet loving, sensitive, and smartest dog I have ever known. How could one so difficult at times be so compassionate to a rescued Racer? It’s like he knew where she came from was different and probably not as loving as what he had been use to. Soul mates in life and now soul mates somewhere over the Rainbow. I know we will see our fur babies one day and I do find that comforting. So until then………………..<3

Sampson was big brother to my Weim boy, Jackson. Sadly, our friends Bill and Wes lost him at the young age of 7 to cancer. While Sampson’s life was short, he only knew one family and was given so much love over the years. That brings us a great deal of comfort, but we still miss him very much. Run free sweet boy.

You came into our lives only because another could not care for you. You were only 9 months old, full of fear and anxiety. You nipped at everyone, you ate a couch,and a wall but your eyes told us that a stable home with lots of love,excercise and dependable boundries would make you happy. You grew to be my handsome, loving “velco” buddy. 13 years was not nearly long enough but yet again your eyes told me what you needed and we let you go with love. Our lives are richer for having been owned by you Chase.

Messy my first weimy and my first rescue. She came to me in summer of 1995, 9 months old and only 35 pounds of skin, bones and parasites. I nursed her back to health and had a rambunctious (wild) girl on my hands. The most loyal friend I ever had. I needed her as much as she needed me. I will miss her always! Love you, Mess. Mommy misses you.

Run free Jackson, no longer broken and in pain. We love you more than words can say and will miss you always! Like Gabe said, “Run on the Rainbows!!”

Stuie’s our Prince Charming enjoyed life to the fullest despite fighting mast cell cancer. He was happy and loving to his last breath at 11.5 years old. He lives on in our heart and in the things he taught his brothers who came from Weimaraner Rescues.

Hannah was a rescue who I adopted when she was 18 months. She lived to be 14 years old, the oldest of any of my Weimaraners. She was gentle and was a pet therapy dog and she enjoyed volunteering and visiting nursing homes with me with the Fur Angels, a Bright and Beautiful pet therapy group.

Marley, hit by traffic on local hwy. Gone in present but a special spot in my heart and I cry every time I see another like you!
apr 16th 2011- august 8th 2013 Love you buddy!

Sheena was our fourth Weim, adopted at age 10 from a rescue. She’d been found wandering a trailer park and eating out of trashcans. That dog could open a can of tuna with her teeth (as we discovered one day when she grabbed a can off of the counter)! Her owner had moved and the person who was supposed to be taking care of her didn’t. She had some lifelong scars and we’re sure life on the street was difficult.

Sheena had been at the rescue for two years because she was “too old” and nobody wanted an old dog. Adopters prefer the youngsters, so the older dogs linger. Knowing this, we’d been looking to specifically adopt and help a senior Weim.

She lived with us for four years until lung cancer took her from us. We miss Sheena and were so glad to be able to give her four great years of love. We hope that sleeping our our couch in climate-controlled comfort with regular meals helped make up for some of what humans had done to her earlier in her life.

See you at the Bridge, Sheena!

Love, Laurie & Bob