In Our Memories
DUKE
Duke was born in March 2004 and has not been seen since May 2, 2005.
I was taking care of him for my son Josh who is holding him in this photo.
Duke was so sweet and gentle. He reminded me of the dog version of Little
Lord Fauntleroy. He has more than likely wandered off into the woods and confronted the wrong wild animal.
I will always miss you Duke as you were a wonderful companion and company.
Thank you Lord for blessing my life with your creation of Duke.
Mark Wilkins, St. Johnsbury, VT
Geoff
Geoff, 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.
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"Sparky" the Smooth Frisbeedog
Sparky 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. Raggs
Winnie 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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Hal
Hal 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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Chips
Chips: 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 me while 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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Kilty
One 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 refrigerator. 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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Tara
Tara 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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Mickey
Mickey 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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Piggy
Piggy, 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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Curtis
Curtis 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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David
When I went to pick up David from the shelter, I found him semi-conscious and near death. He was literally skin and bones, and totally dehydrated and they had still neutered him. I grabbed him and ran for my vet. David pulled thru but it was obvious that his mind was damaged. Slowly David got better and better and in time went to live with a man that adopted him. But David lost that home when the man lost his job. David came back to me with many mental problems and lived out his life here. As the years went by, he got stronger and stronger and was able to enjoy life to some degree. Last year (2006) he had a freak accident and lost a front leg, and simply went down hill from there. The decision to let him go came when he got sick in November. His work here was done and it was time for him to be free. Free of pain, free of fear, finally happy.
I miss you so, but it was your time. I hope that your time with me helped.
Pam
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Winston
He was born November 30, 2000 and he died July 31, 2007.
We love and miss you.
Tiggy Freeman
 Schuster
Schuster was born April 19, 1999 in Buenos Aires, Argentina. He was my friend for 11 years, until an illness ended his life. He was a wonderful friend, funny, cute, sweet. His death broke my heart because he was my faithful mate.
Fabian Pablo Emanuelli
Arthur
I brought Arthur home from Pam's rescue on June 11, 1995, when he was about 2 1/2 years old. We spent the next 12 1/2 years together growing stronger. We had such a great bond; he gave me so much love. He was a mellow wire, but he had his terrier moments. He was such a wonderful friend for all those years. His health started to fail and I let him go on December 7, 2007. I miss you terribly my little boy. I hope I gave you as much love in your life as you gave to me. I will see you again. Until then, enjoy your freedom with no pain and have fun with the others who went before you.
Fran
Derby
Born March 16, 1994
Died November 11, 2007
Derby was almost a year and a half old when I adopted him from Ruth at the Abandoned Terrier Rescue Association of Southern California in August of 1995. He was born on March 16, 1994. It took Derb a couple of months to realize he was finally in a stable home with me - and that I would never let him go. Over the course of that year we fell more and more in love with each other. Our bond only became stronger over the years. Derby exhibited the usual antics of a Wire Hair, but he was a mellow guy and always preferred just being as close to me as possible and following me from room to room. He was well behaved and had the manners of a true gentleman. Our bond was the strongest I've ever had. Derby was stoic and noble through his many surgeries for hip dysplasia, bladder stones, and oral surgery. Never complained.
He had a million friends in the neighborhood, and folks would always stop us during our daily walks to admire him and comment on how handsome, crazy, and comical he was.
Derby was a good guy and brought true love and delight to every moment I was lucky enough to spend with him. I feel that he was a gift, and felt blessed and honored to have such a cool, crazy, and special presence in my life for 13 years. I learned a lot from the Derbmeister...How to love and be loved unconditionally. How to live every moment in the fullest with abandonment like there was no tomorrow. How to laugh at the simplest things. And always be happy all the while!
Life is too short. So remember to cherish every moment you have with your loved ones, whether they be human or animal.
I was able to spend all of Saturday night and early Sunday morning just holding Derby and saying good bye. Although it was so difficult to let go, I feel that it was God's plan and I am at peace. And I know Derby is too. I had to let him go early Sunday morning on November 11, 2007.
I hope my boy knows I loved him as much as he loved me.
I miss him so and hope he is comfortable now. Hopefully he is running around in the grass playing "chase-me-I will chase-you-run-around", and playing with those ever loving tennis balls he loved so much. The hole in my heart and life is huge right now. It will be a while before I'm ready for another Wire.
Life is too short. So remember to cherish every moment you have with you loved ones, whether they be human or animal.
Debra
 Todd
I've had many Smooths, as a breeder/exhibitor and then all the ones that came though my house as rescues. You care for them all, but some are just "special". Todd was my special dog. He came from a shelter at about 5yrs old, a rescue volunteer picked him up for me as I was busy with the other rescue dogs.
Todd had a chip on his shoulder when he got here. If you tried to touch his feet, he would bite. Not hard, but he made his point. Someone had hurt him and he wasn't going to let that happen again. I knew he could not go into a home this way, and that Todd and I would be together, at least for a few months.
As the months passed and he learned to trust me, we also formed that oh so special
bond. We both knew that he would be staying. Todd lived a long and good life with me. Our communication and love for each other was unquestioned. He knew about the other rescue dogs and it was fine with him. At about 14 yrs, Todd started getting sick. I did everything possible to keep him going and happy and out of pain, and he hung on because we didn't want to part. But the day came that he just needed to go.
I asked him to be there for the others that would pass in the coming years, and he agreed. So many dogs since then, that I've had to let go from age or injury, I call to Todd and ask him to come and take that one to the Bridge. Last year was the hardest when I had to send his friend David, but I know that Todd came and stayed with David as he adjusted.
Someday Todd and I will be together again.....
Pam
Rocky
He was a great loved first child. He entered our lives with very little notice and exited just the same. He was born on May 26, 2004 and was loved by his mommy and daddy since August 12, 2005. He died this past Wednesday (April 23, 2008) after a very short illness that left him weak. He lived a short life and was taken too soon, but the Vets tried all that they could to save him, he knew.
Rocky loved to sit in his chair and would watch out his window. he would play with his toys, his favorites were the duck, the baseball ball, and the cardinal bird. He wished to go and be wherever we were. He will be greatly missed, our buddy, our baby, our Rocky dog.
Arin, Jeremy, and unborn Charlie
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