Saving one wagging tail at a time.

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Sunday, February 05, 2012
 
   
 
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Donation in memory of my late labrador buddy Ty and in honor of Jake, our lab we received from you a year ago.

Jon Ehrenfried
12/18/2011

 
 
In memory of Porter,  a beloved labrador who recently passed and is sorely missed by his significant people, Sean and Abigail Hinga of Denver. This small gift is being given to assist your organization with its mission. Thank you for the work you do. 

Leigh Hill & Chris Bohn 
11/27/2011

In loving memory of Blackjack who was rescued by Mark and Catherine Zaharko in Durango, CO.

 

 

  

     In loving Memory of Margaret "Daisy" Smith a treasured member of our family.

 

 

 

 

 

  In loving Memory of Luther a treasured member of our family.

 

 

In Loving memory of Jameson who died of parvo shortly after arriving to Rocky Mountain Lab Rescue. Please make sure to keep your uvaccinated pets away from other animals and sources of disease.

 

 

 

 

In loving Memory of Atticus a treasured member of our family.

 

 

 

In loving Memory of Sammy a treasured member of our family.

 

 

     
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Hoss (5 years) M
In Loving Memory



Rescued March 19, 2011- Euthanized July 1, 2011
 

After battling cancer over the last few months the decision to end Hoss's suffering came on Friday July 1, 2011. We all know this a decision no animal lover wants to make, nor is it an easy one. Hoss touched so many hearts within the Rocky Mountain Lab Rescue but none more so than the hearts of Foster mom, Melanie and her family. We cannot thank them enough for their kindess and generousity during Hoss's most dire time of need. Our thoughts and prayers go out to them as well as our deepest gratitude for caring so deeply for Hoss. Thank you so very much!

 

     
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A Dog's Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

--Beth Norman Harris

     
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A story from a veterinarian --

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience. The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why." Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?" The six-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

*When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

*Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

*Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.

*Take naps.

*Stretch before rising.

*Run, romp, and play daily.

*Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

*Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

*On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

*On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

*When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

*Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

*Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.

*Be loyal.

*Never pretend to be something you're not.

*If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

*When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.