Squirt#2
RIP sweet baby girl 03-13-07 to 10-05-13 Your time here was brief but we all still learned to love you in that short time. You are now with your daddy giving him hugs and kisses. We at AADR and Dr. Story's will all miss you sweet baby girl. Now you are pain free, bless you little Squirt

Blacky
RIP Oct 5th, 2013 Blacky went into eternal sleep in my loving arms today. The malignant melanoma tumor that was in his gums, spread everywhere in a short period of time. The mass was pressing on his trachea and I could not allow him to suffer so I made the decision to let him go. Kim, I loved Blacky so much. He was the sweetest dog that I have ever known and I know that your kind love and care contributed to his disposition. He was having such a great time here with Mozart and me and we both will always think of him and miss him.

Beaner RIP 10-04-13
Ed and Beaner were a match made in Heaven. Beaner passed away yesterday laying in Ed’s arms. They laid down for a nap. Beaner gasped once and was gone. Ed is devastated. He loved Beaner like a son. Beaner was 14 years old and had not shown any health issues. Ed’s vet said Beaner had a heart attack.

Rolo
He came into our lives in 2005, a puppy. He was "imperfect for the breed" so he was given to us for free. He lived with us for 7 short years, his life cut short by a tumor that even radiation couldn't tame. I guess looking back, we should have known. Nothing stopped his tail from wagging, his tongue from licking, or his bark from answering every bell and knock. Why would we think radiation would stop that insidious evil tumor that was a part of him? He danced through our lives so briefly in body, but he has left upon our hearts paw prints that seem as bright today as yesterday. He introduced us to a breed of dogs that we often laughed at when we saw them, and we still laugh with today. I don't think I would have appreciated this quote from E.B. White without knowing Rolo: "Being the owner of dachshunds, to me a book on dog discipline becomes a volume of inspired humor. Every sentence is a riot. Some day, if I ever get a chance, I shall write a book, or warning, on the character and temperament of the dachshund and why he can't be trained and shouldn't be. I would rather train a striped zebra to balance an Indian club than induce a dachshund to heed my slightest command. When I address Fred I never have to raise either my voice or my hopes. He even disobeys me when I instruct him in something he wants to do." His antics brought us joy every day and his companionship demonstrated such love. We will miss you Rolo, until we see you at the Bridge! Who knows by then how many doxies may be waiting for us then with you, but to you each will owe a debt for your opening our hearts to them.

Stella
RIP Sweet Sweet Stella July 14th 2013 I am so sad to have to tell you that our angel Stella passed away Sunday around 7:30pm . We are just so shocked and saddened by how sudden we lost her. Ever since she lost her vision to SARDS, she seemed to be aging fast. She intermittently struggled to breath and our Veterinarian put her on Theophylline and Prednisone. She had been doing really well. We really don't know what happened Sunday. She ate all of her breakfast and seemed to be her usual self. Jeff and I had gone to help a friend who was sick so our daughter,Jennifer,and son-in-law, Nathan, came to feed the dogs their dinner. When they got here, Stella was laboring to breath and was unable to stand. When Jennifer called, I told her to take Stella to the Emergency Vet clinic here in town. Within 5 minutes of that call, she took her last breath in Nathan's arms. I just can't find the words to describe the special love we shared with sweet Stella. How could one little blind angel do so much for our lives. Maybe it was having something so helpless trust and need us so much, maybe it was the satisfaction of doing things for her that we knew she enjoyed, maybe it was the peace we felt when we listened to her snore and knew how well she was resting, maybe it was just the touch of an old dachshund. It's something down deep in our hearts that she touched that words can not describe. I was talking to my sister about how hard it is to describe our love for Stella and she said " I think that inner peace is what AADR is all about. It's the joy of caring for the abused and neglected. " When she said that, I realized that you already know what I am trying to say...it's why you do what you do. Sandy