In Our Memories
RubyRuby was such a special little girl. She was born on November 18th, 1997 in Sulfur Springs, Texas. I adopted her on April 3, 1998, from a couple who just couldn't handle her spunk.
Roo was a handful, to say the least, but she brought me so much companionship and happiness.
She was always sick, though... and on July 9, 2002, we had to let my little brown eyed girl go to heaven, hopefully bringing happiness to someone up there. I miss her so much... and so does her nana and daddy. We wouldn't have traded the years of mishaps and hyperactivity for anything. Ruby, Mama loves you so much. I wish your new little brother, Ben, could have met you-- you two would have had lots of fun together. You'll always be with me, Roobiloo. :)
Lori.
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San Sebastian Anastasia (Sandy)May 29, 1992 - April 9, 2003 Sandy came to us nearly 11 years ago on July 26, 1992. She was considered a “love puppy”, because of her little crooked tail, she wasn’t considered “show” quality. Her moniker “love puppy” soon changed to “love bug”. Her new nickname fit perfectly. She loved life; her “big brother”, Fuzz; her pesky little sister Katie; playing in the hose or any water; or “helping” Dad mow the grass. When we would go for a walk, we would have to carry her past the children, because she loved playing with children. She even would make the rabbits “get in their hole”, rather than kill them, and the squirrels “get in their tree”. She loved the other members of the family, and would greet them with the biggest smile. She loved playing ball, even making up games with her ball like rolling it under the couch or table with her nose. I was then supposed to roll it back. This would go on and on until I was tired. Most especially, though, she loved me.
 Sandy was my shadow when I was home. She knew when I needed quiet time, and would just lie beside or near me. When I was sad or depressed, she would get her toy and literally entertain me. When I had my back surgery, she wanted to get in bed with me. I explained I couldn’t lift her, and she understood. Instead, she laid under the bed for as long as I was in it. If she was in another room and I thought of her, she would come to me. One time, we were in another state. When we started home, I thought of her constantly. The lady staying with my mother said Sandy spent the whole day looking for me. When I fell and cracked my pelvis, she brought me her ball. That usually made me happy, and she wanted me happy. Even at the end, she stayed longer than she should have for my sake, then made it easier for me the last day.
Sandy’s stay with us was far too short, but the time was well spent. Everyone who knew her loved her; “sweet” was always used to describe her; and she was described by one vet as “too intelligent for her own good”. Of all the wonderful things she did in her short life, she personified “unconditional love” to me. What hurt her the most was for me to get upset with her. But, as soon as I showed her it was O.K. and I still loved her, all was forgiven.
Rest well, Love Bug. You are much missed and much loved.
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AnnieAnnie the Smooth Fox Terrier, had lived all her almost 13 years with her senior owner. His wife had passed away and it was the two of them. Then he developed Alzheimer's disease. Home health care workers were able to keep him in the home with Annie and another dog for some time, but finally the time came for him to move into a facility. At 13 yrs, Annie was homeless. So Calif Fox Terrier Rescue took Annie in and she went to live with Vicky and Kevin. Annie missed her dad, but made Kevin her substitute dad and soon settled in with a houseful of other rescue Fox Terriers, a Std Poodle, a Sheltie and 3 cats! Life was good again for Annie for awhile, and then we became aware that Annie had bladder cancer. Like a good little Fox Terrier, she never showed any signs that she was sick, but she was now voiding blood all the time. It should have taken her quickly, but she refused to let it. Up until the end she was still running the household and making sure everyone knew it. We watched her constantly, and took it one day at a time. Finally that day came, and Annie could no longer pretend that she wasn't sick. The vet said that it was everywhere in her and Annie peacefully passed on the Rainbow Bridge on May 26th. She'll be waiting there for her dad.....but life was good until the end and that's what really matters for a Fox Terrier!
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GeoffGeoff, my eccentric smooth Fox terrier, died on October 29. I now find myself going to places he loved to sit-on a certain pillow, a piece of furniture or at the edge of the swimming pool where he would sit for hours gazing at the sun shining on the water. Geoff was a free-spirited loner, but he still needed affection from me. He was the ever-patient friend and teacher to Tina, the smooth youngster. It is strange and sad that now Tina sits at Geoff's place by the pool, and lies on Geoff's pillow. Tina misses her friend and companion. I see Tina staring sadly, or trotting solo around the property and I feel she is always looking for Geoff. As I am.
Teresa Newkirk
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"Sparky" the Smooth FrisbeedogSparky traveled all over with his best friend and owner Dave Huffine. Sparky competed in Frisbee and spread the word that the Smooth could catch a Frisbee with the best.
Sparky passed away in 1999, but will always be in the heart of the Huffine family. This picture is of Sparky and his friend Ginger playing in the pool.
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Winnie & Mr. RaggsWinnie was a wire and a princess. I was her third owner; I responded to an ad in the newspaper. She was three when I bought her from a military family who had to choose between her and their Yorkie. When I got her, she was the victim of a bad diet (Gainesburgers, ugh!), bad skin, bad ears and a very bad hair cut. I already had a 4-year-old male wire foxie, Mr. Raggs, and I confess I didn't go about the introduction right. But over the years, they worked out their differences.
Winnie loved to chase soap bubbles; she could actually keep count of how many I had blown. But of course if she was having too much fun, Mr. Raggs would charge in and spoil it. Winnie also had the useful habit of smelling cockroaches (we live in Hawaii where the roaches are huge), tracking them down and squashing them. I called her my Roach Terrier. Mr. Raggs went first, in 1999, at the age of 15. Winnie survived another year. She died at the age of 16 in my arms. She was frail and blind and deaf. I think she hung on for my sake. Our last day together was very special. I let her eat turkey and gravy and ice cream. I sat in the park with her and let her smell the grass (fleas didn't matter any more). Then we lay on my bed and watched tv, with her on my lap. At 5 p.m., I took her to her vet's and we sent her off to Dog Star. I loved Mr. Raggs, but I'll never have a better dog than Winnie.
Shannon Carreiro
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HalHal the Smooth Fox Terrier was the beloved "best friend" of Ken Erickson of Minnesota. Hal has been waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for Ken since March, 1999. Rest in peace Hal.
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ChipsChips: February 19, 1987 - December 15, 1999. Almost 13 years with us and I was still in awe of Chips' adorableness. He was a happy, hyper, outgoing Wire Fox Terrier. He loved going for walks, doing tricks for food, chasing squirrels and beetles and meeting new people.He was always the center of attention and could never be ignored. Everyone who met Chips fell in love with him -- even the cat adored him! He kept the whole family on his schedule. He would demand his snacks at the same time every evening by tapping us on the legs with his paw. He would pounce on mewhile I was reading a magazine or newspaper. And when it was time for his walks, he'd sit up straight and tall with his eyes wide open and pleading. I had to watch what I said in front of him because so many words and phrases translated into "lets go for a walk." He may have been spoiled, but he was too cute to say no to. Everything my Chips did had tons of charm and charisma. From the way he cocked his head when something fascinated him to his soft, melodious howl he'd sing out at night, Chips was quite the character. He'll always be loved and remembered.
Karen Schoenfeld
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KiltyOne of the saddest days of my life finally came to pass. At 0300 on December 16th, 1999 I took my beloved Kilty into the vet's to send him over the Rainbow Bridge. I've done this many times in the past, but Kilty was different. Kilty was a Smooth Fox Terrier that I adopted at the approximate age of 10 months, nearly 17 years ago. He was picked up as a stray in Boulder County, Colorado. I never meant to keep him but his personality caught hold of me, Kilty was Houdini, RinTinTin, and Curious George all rolled into one animal.
There was nothing he couldn't do when he put his mind to it . Kilty's most amazing feat was opening the refridgerator. He would do this whenever the urge struck him. He was a legend in the family, the extended family, and the neighborhood. He developed a sort of cult following. "What has Kilty done this week" was a frequently asked question by many. When he died, there were many tears shed by many people, for surely we all knew there would never be anybody quite like him. Rest in peace, my friend.
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TaraTara was the best dog. She was our family's first, but hopefully not its last, wire haired fox terrier. My mom got Tara in 1985. She loved chasing squirels, skunks, birds, and anything elsed that moved. She always wagged her tail and was happy to see us when we came to the door. She loved cheese, and would jump up and down like a pogo-stick if you said the word. She also loved chomping on a pig's ear. She did "the bull". She loved getting dried off after taking a bath. Tara loved to travel in the car. She had 3 great puppies. Old age finally caught up to her in 1999. ...she was the best. We love you Tara!
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MickeyMickey was found wandering the streets as a senior dog. Taken in by Pam Bishop (rescue), he was too old and too sick to place. He lived another 3 yrs as mascot for So Calif Fox Terrier Rescue. Mickey could open cabinets and let you know who was boss (he was!). He loved wandering around the property and checking to be sure that everything was going his way. He handled a lot of different problems, but when he completely went blind, that was too much for him. We believe he was about 15 yrs then when he finally left for the Bridge. We know that somewhere Mickey is still "in charge"!
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Cody a.k.a. "Ferret Face"When our little ferret face" Cody came to live with us in Florida, he was so very un-fox terrier like - shy and timid around people and dogs, unable to deal with men, unable to deal with children, almost unsure of himself. We started to work on that right away - dog shows, fun matches, trips to the park and trips to PetSmart. Lots of play time at home with our westie. We went any place and every place we could possibly go to meet people and dogs. Although he didn't do all that well at the conformation shows, the purpose was to have fun and meet other dogs - and he did have fun. He was a mighty special little guy. He had come so far and was doing so well...he will be sorely missed by all of us who knew him and loved him.
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PiggyPiggy, started out as Peggy, but quickly earned her name! She started out as a show dog and got about half way to her championship, but Piggy hated dog shows and we gave up. She did produce a couple of champions before retirement. After coming back to me at about 6 yrs., Piggy went to live with Judy. The two of them became fast friends and Piggett lived out her life with Judy. Cancer finally took her just before she turned 15 yrs. What a dear....
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CuritsCurtis was always a bit different. Not as confident as most Smooths, he needed lots of attention and understanding. He went to live with Herb and Dena when he was 1.5 yrs. Curtis lived out his life with them, passing on recently at 13 yrs.
He LOVED to hunt! Took on a skunk and thought that he won...(vbg) Long walks in the country were great fun for Curtis, but a trial for "dad"....but he was loved and that's what matters. We will miss you.
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ChloeChloe was one of my first Smooths. She turned out too big to show, but had one of the most glorious temperaments I've ever met. She simply loved life. She lived for several years with a retired couple in their motorhome. They traveled around the country staying for a few weeks at different campsites.
Everyone loved Chloe and she loved to travel. When their health failed, she returned to me. She lived for a couple more years with another senior woman, but when she didn't have the time, again, Chloe came home. For her last 6 mos she lived with a wonderful senior woman that loved her dearly and made her last months comfortable and fun. Up until the last few weeks, Chloe was still going for walks and greeting her friends....she never met anyone that wasn't her best friend. She was special...
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VickiSethfield's Lucky Victoria was born on June 28, 1991. There were 25 AKC Champions in her pedigree, includingTtarb the Brat. VICKI crossed the Rainbow Bridge wrapped in her favorite blanket while in my arms on October 3, 2000. She was the best little girl, fearless, smart and loving as could be. She did her noteworthy ancestors proud and everyone she met instantly became her best friend. All the people we know were sorry to see her go and my wife Jo and I sorely miss her. Our house seems very empty; Vicki brought it alive as only a Smoothie can do.
Al Rettke - Minnesota
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SarahSarah (Ch. Dobra's Worth The Trouble) is the Smooth on the homepage of the FTN website. It's not one of her better pictures, as she was a really pretty little girl.
On the up side, Sarah had a wonderful life! She loved traveling with me when she was younger to the dog shows and loved being in the ring. She was my "buddy" dog and slept with me during the years she was with me. When she went to live with Charlotte, it was because I had so many Rescue dogs and not enough time for Sarah. She deserved to be the princess she thought she was :-}}} And Charlotte gave her that. They were constant companions and enjoyed life with long walks and visits to friends. Even after she was diagnosed with bladder cancer, she kept going for several months. Sarah was still playing with her "best friend" a Lab that lived nearby up until the end. :-}} She was a terrier all her life.
Pam Bishop
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Roxie(1993 - 2000)
Died of Renal Failure (safe in her mommy's arms)
In this uncertain life,
You made me sure of one thing -
That you loved me.
You eagerly awaited my arrival when I was away -
Your greeting filled with enthusiastic kisses.
When I was sad or sick, you laid at my feet
To let me know that I was not alone.
Your favorite things were so uncomplicated.
Sitting on my lap, or playing with a favorite toy were pleasures.
Your joy filled the end of a hard day with laughter.
I don't know what I did right to earn your love and trust.
But I do know that for every ounce I gave, I received 100-fold in
return.
I miss you and this pain in my heart will probably stay with me for
all my days.
But imagining you now, without pain - chasing bunnies and birdies
forever,
Sets my mind at ease.
Until we meet again, at the rainbow bridge .. I love you forever -
My forever friend and sweet doggie-angel, Roxie
Kira
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StoliThis is Stoli..AKA "super". There was nothing this little dog could not do! From water skiing to swimming to being my very best friend. From the day I rescued him as a puppy to the day he passed, he was always with me. By my side through thick and thin, Stoli always would make me feel better! But, after 12 glorious years I lost my little one to cancer. He truly was "man's best friend". You will be deeply missed little man.
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CliffyCliffy (Dobra's Weekend Warrior) 8yrs old passed on to the bridge. He was a wonderful boy, loved to hunt gophers on my property and will be sorely missed. Cliffy died of renal failure in the room that he was born (my bedroom) with all his Smooth Fox Terrier friends around him. RIP my sweet boy....
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RoxieRoxie the rescue Wire finished her time with us. Roxie was found in a shelter about 2 yrs ago. She appeared to be around 12 yrs old at the time, but very active and full of fun. Roxie acted like she'd never had a bad day in her life. We believe that she lived with a senior couple that had passed away and that no plans had been made for her, so Roxie ended up in the shelter. Fortunately, Fox Terrier Rescue was there for her. She lived with me, and had the run of the house and the property. She LOVED to go for a ride and I took her whenever I could. This wonderful old girl had cancer all though her and I knew that it was only a matter of time. Today was that day. RIP my dear Roxie. Now you're back with your mom and dad.....So Calif Fox Terrier Rescue
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CodyCODY was a sweet Smooth boy in end-stage Lymphomia (cancer of the lymph nodes) when I found him in an animal shelter. The nodes in his neck were badly swollen and he looked like he was wearing a heavy collar. I took him home and then to my vet. We put him on meds to make him comfortable, it was way too late to try and treat him. Cody only lasted 3 weeks with me, but I tried to make them good weeks. He slept with me and we walked thru the pine trees and enjoyed life. When the time came, I held him in my arms and told him I loved him and he gave me wild kisses as he left this world. A special boy... So. Calif Fox Terrier Rescue
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CaseyThis is Casey the most unique dog I've ever seen. In the 10 years of casey's life she has never barked at and has never bitten anyone...the exception was to alert at the door with a 40 pound bark, but she would never speak if you asked her. In her younger days she would climb a 45 degree oak tree to chase squirrels till she fell out at about the 8 foot level. She loved tennis balls and a daily ride in the 4-runner or her yakima bike trailer. Cats jumped and rubbed on her and babies would pull her tail but she loved them all and they loved her. I was lucky enough to sleep with her on the last night before going to the vets. Casey passed away from kidney failure and lived from 2-8-1992 to 10-7-2002. I will miss her dearly.
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BuckMake no mistake about it. Buck was my dog. He loved everyone, but he was my dog. He gave the best kind of love -the kind you don't have to work for. No matter who came in the house, or how much they loved him and he them, he would run past everyone and come to me. He loved me unconditionally. Isn't that what love is supposed to be. Yes, Buck was my dog. He died November 5, 2002 after giving us 14 years of love.
Buck (Buckeye) born December , 1989 - died November, 2002.
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