Here we say goodbye to those who have left us too soon. If you have adopted a dog from GCDR who has passed away, please email us and we'll be happy to add them to our page.

 

November 2009

 

Cissy came to rescue at the end of September. She started off with a nasty cough that we assumed was kennel cough. As the days progressed, though, her conditioned worsened. Pretty soon she was having mini-seizures. Not long after, her min-seizures became progessively worse. Test after test was conducted on sweet Cissy. All were inconclusive. The last-ditch attempt to find out exactly what was going on was an eye-biopsy that revealed that she was suffering from a deadly disease called Distemper.  The disease was attacking her brain and she was suffering. There was nothing left to do- nothing can cure the progessive disease, and all of Cissy's foster brothers and sisters would continually be exposed to distemper. Her foster mom tearfully held her and told her how much she loved her as she took her last breath. Cissy no longer suffers, but we can not help but to think how simple it would have been to prevent this increasingly-rare disease. Because of ever-increasing and inexpensive vaccinations, Distemper is rarely heard of in domestic dogs. Had Cissy been vaccinated, she could have lived a long and happy life that she so richly deserved. She was only a baby when she was taken- 9 months old. She had so  much to give and gave so much in her short time with her foster mom.

Rest in Peace, sweet girl.

 

Jethro Monkey-Pants - gone, but NEVER forgotten.

August 2009

Last year Jethro and his siblings were taken in because it was believed they were blind. They were double dapples, afterall, and blindness most definitely can occur when that lethal gene is passed on. Well, happily, none of the babies were blind. Jethro, however, did have some major genetic issues due to poor breeding. His head was enlarged, but worst of all, he had a hole in his soft pallate. This caused much discomfort for him and he had to receive weekly steroid injections and at least two surgeries. He had already had one surgery and was only days away from his second, most healing surgery. His foster mom-turned adoptive mom, Andrea, found him today after he had passed away. Her heart, as big as it is, is broken into pieces that will never heal. She, and so many others, loved and doted on "Monkey Pants." His little "nyark nyark" will be sorely missed forever. Rest in Piece, little man. Thank you for being our mascott and teaching so many about the dangers of breeding dapples to dapples. You were, and continue to be the best ambassador for dachshund rescue.