In Our Memories
IN MEMORY OF OUR MAGGIE MAY
Born: May 11, 2001
Died: June 19, 2004
We are Gene & Bonnie Masten, Mom and Dad to our sweet "baby doll" Maggie May. On June 19, 2004 we lost the light of our lives in a freak accident. She got into a disagreement with her sister Minnie, our 10 yr old miniature schnauzer. The tussle lasted only seconds, but the damage done to our Maggie was devastating. She somehow had 80% of her tongue bitten off. The vet told us we could keep her alive by putting a feeding tube in her stomach, but without her tongue, how could she ever kiss me again? Not to mention, "quality of life." So I made the decision to let her go. Her last day with us was a good one, she ran in the back yard and played with her brother, a 7 month old male wire fox terrier named Sparky. We still talk about her everyday, and I still say good night to her every night. I hope she hears me and I hope she knows how much she is loved and missed.
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Gus
Gus, also known as "Gee" (the only part of "doggie" our little girl could say) was the center of the household.
Playing with the kids, biting the vacuum cleaner, cuddling on the couch, all the things we loved about Gus - too many to mention - we miss each day.
His spunky nature and sweet brown eyes will always be cherished. Our goodbye came too soon - but we'll keep our wonderful memories forever.
Martha
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"jak" - Smooth Fox Terrier
Rescued November 18, 2001
Passed August 12, 2004
We found jak one rainy cold night running down a street in our neighborhood. After a few door-to-door inquiries, my boyfriend and I took him home and warmed him up. He warmed our lives ever since. jak was a senior and we quickly found out he was deaf. But his age didn't stop him from being a playful little boy. I can still see him tearing around in our front yard as we went to get the mail!
We all had many endearing nicknames for him: Mr. Whiskers (because his whiskers we so crazy and wild!), Piggy, Snout, jakson, The Baby, Mr. Chan (as in Jackie Chan). I would even make up little songs for him :) He was well traveled - accompanying us on many trips up and down the West coast.
jak's dad and I will miss him very much, but think of him always. He was one special little boy.
Bianca Thomka & Neil Duncan
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Princess
In Memory of Princess
October 3, 1991 - August 8, 2004.
Princess was a very sweet, loyal and feisty dog. My husband fell in love with her the moment he met her. Princess was his "baby." She had her Mommy & Daddy trained very well. She would bark continuously at the cookie jar until you gave her a treat. She loved to eat. Her favorite time of the day was breakfast and dinner time. We have many "Happy" memories of Princess (i.e., licking my husband's feet, playing soccer with the red ball, chasing our other dog Zoey around the yard, barking at the cookie jar, running in her cage, howling "I love you", chasing cats and going for walks.) We will miss her always.
Momma Janet
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Judy
"Judy" the Smooth was one of my first rescue fox terriers in 1985. I found her in a local animal shelter as she had been picked up as a stray. No one claimed her and I brought her home. Such a sweet girl, I couldn't understand how she became homeless, but she was the start of my saving over 100 other fox terriers in the following years.
Judy was a lucky girl and found a wonderful home with Jean. The two were best friends and Judy lived out a long and happy life with Jean. Jean is still a strong supporter of FTN and FTrescue. Judy would be pleased.
Pam
So Calif Fox Terrier Rescue
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Nicki
(1999-2003)
Nicki,
You were my best friend. There were few times that I ever left you at home. I took you everywhere, including to work. The few times I had to leave you, I couldn't wait to get home to you. You loved me unconditonaly, you never left my side. Whether I was sitting, sleeping or on the run. I know you must have walked a million miles a day, for you took every step I took. You even loved to ride my motorcycle with me. The hardest thing I ever had to do was to say goodbye to you. (Nik-Nik) I will forever love and miss you, until we meet again on the Rainbow Bridge.
Love (Mommy) Robbi
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Pammy
Rescued April 27, 1997 - Died November 6, 2002
My husband and I rescued Pammy from a puppy mill when she was about 3 years old. My husband never had a dog before, and instantly fell in love. She had been debarked and spent all her time outside in a cage covered with a blue tarp; she did not know how to play with toys and would NOT go outside for fear she would not be let back in. In a few short hours we discovered we could get her to do anything for a treat! Pammy loved to eat, and her MO was to sit up and beg it worked every time!
Pammy's best friend was one of our cats, Chumley. Chum was our cat before Pammy came along, and they very quickly became the "black and white team" and totally inseparable! Pammy, being the little mama she was, would lay next to him and lick his ears and face, then he'd return the favor. Often they'd do it for so long we'd have to "break it up!" The night she died, he kept vigil at the door of her crate, never leaving her side. Chumley still misses her, nudging the other dogs for an ear-lick, to no avial!
Pammy was my best friend, too. She came to me on the day before I was to have surgery, and spent the days after lying at my feet, comforting me with her presence. She was my shadow, and even went to work with me every day, where everyone looked forward to her doing tricks for treats! Pammy was as sweet as could be, but don't let that fool you! Some of her best moments were spent chasing, obsessing over and catching varmints in our yard - how proudly she'd run the yard perimeter displaying her trophies! I always felt that she came to us because she was meant to spend her later years in doggy luxury, and she did! She was a happy little dog who knew she was very loved. We are so grateful to have known her. Rest in peace, Pammers, we will love and miss you forever.
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Ruby
Ruby 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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Annie
Annie 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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Molly
Hello, I am Hector, and next to me is my Molly. Molly was truly my mommies best friend. She helped my mommy through a troubled pregnancy. She gave her something else to worry about, besides if I was going to be born early or not. As you see, she did a wonderful job, because here I am. My mommy loved Molly very much, just as Molly loved her too. My Molly loved me very much. She would not leave my side. If I cried Molly even beat my mom to see what was wrong. Molly was very protective of me. She wouldn't even let my other dog Jake near me. He couldn't even step in my room. She always was there watching over me when people came to visit us. One day when my mommy and I were gone, someone let Molly out. She was having a good time. She was running and playing, unaware what was going to happen. Mommy said that she was hit by a car. I don't know what that is exactly, but I do know my Molly isn't here anymore. She will be missed always.
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Mowgli
Mowgli always the good boy, always the perfect gentleman!Mowgli was born December 10, 1997 and passed March 12, 2005. Mowgli was such a wonderful dog, from the day we brought him home he always tried to please. He was my best friend and loved to cuddle close every night. Even at the end, he spared us the decision to put him down and went peacefully in his sleep. His life was all to short, but brought our family so much joy and love. Mowgli, mommy and daddy will miss you always and look forward to the day when we can all be together again.
Bill and Debbie Goode.
 Sassy
Born November 26, 1994 Died September 5, 2006
Sassy was our very first Wire since my husband and I were married. We fell in love with her the moment we saw her and that love continued till her very last day. She loved everyone and always made sure they loved her back. Although she was a great hunter and killed many a critter in her life she was always ready to shower us with kisses. We miss her so much.
Sassy's Mom and Dad
Murphy
Murphy was our first wire haired terrier and lived a long life from 1993 to 2007, although he died suddenly in a car accident, leaving us all heartbroken. Up to the end, as a true terrier, he ran off looking for adventure. Murphy was loved by me and my husband and our two daughters. He was full of energy as a puppy and other than some arthritis the last 2 years, he still was full of spunk at times, but also loved to cuddle. He was the most gentle and wonderful dog and will be greatly missed.
Sue
 Tommy (CH Rivendell Moe Trouble, CD, SE, CGC)
Tommy was born August 29, 1993 and he died July 10, 2007. Tommy was beautiful inside and out; he was a very special dog. I think he believed he had a mission - to bring a smile to everyone he met. He was willing to try anything. I took him to obedience, agility and tracking classes. He loved it all... except picking up that dumbell! When we discovered earthdog trials, he knew he had found what he was bred to do! And all the while, something special happened when we visited nursing homes, hospitals and children's Head-Start programs. This was something he didn't have to be taught-the connection between Tommy and people was instant and heartfelt. He is missed every day, but he is right here in our hearts forever.
Jayne
 PELUSA
Pelusa lived his first 7 years in Mexico and So California. Traveling with his owner, until he got sick and could no longer take care of Pelusa. He came to live with me at that time, as I was then running So Calif Fox Terrier Rescue. Pelusa accepted people but never really cared for them. For that reason he stayed his last 7 yrs with me and the other fox terriers here. He asked for little and was happy and content. Then at 15 yrs he started going downhill and then had a massive stroke. That day I helped him to the Bridge, and released him from the body that no longer worked.
Pam....So Calif Fox Terrier Rescue.
 Garth (Ch. Moorhaven Ropin' the Wind)
He was born May 10, 1993 and he died May 1, 2007. He came to live with us on his fifth birthday after retiring from a show career, and immediately took charge of the household, ruling with a showman's charm and an iron paw. He loved to take walks in the mini-park nearby and get wet and smelly in the stream that ran through it. His back yard was his kingdom, and every night before going to sleep he would patrol it, running the perimeter in the dark and barking he special bark that put the neighborhood on notice: "I'm here!" He was very fond of his sofa and he loved car rides, walks on the beach or in the woods, and especially food. All food.
He was initially taken aback by the move to Brooklyn at age 11, but quickly learned the advantages of city life: lots more stinky things to sniff, many more passers-by, both canine and human, to meet and greet, and best of all, an abundance of pet stores (and other biscuit-distribution points) within walking distance. No walk, however short, was complete unless at least one biscuit had been cadged from somewhere.
It is still hard to believe he is gone, so quickly felled by cancer that attacked his brain. Such a huge personality in such a tiny frame: such reserves of determination and drama and fire! We miss him every day.
Kathleen and Jarek
Latka
Latka was my very first, and only terrier. I got him at 4 months old from a breeder who had promised him to an elderly couple, but the husband took ill and they couldn't take him. He was a dream from the beginning. I called him an "old soul". He wasn't an overly playful dog. He would rather just be with you and cuddle. He had not one mean bone in his body. He co-habitated with two guinea pigs and a cat! He never growled, he never snarled. The only time the true terrier feistiness showed itself was at nail clipping time. When we took him to the vet to have his nails trimmed they had to muzzle him and he kicked his hind legs like a horse. He was a handful, but made us all laugh.
Latka loved all creature and if any dog growled at him he stood his ground, but wagging his tail! He would fit in beautifully at Woodstock - Peace - Love and all things groovy.
Latka developed lymphoma in May of this year. We did everything in our power to save him, but alas, the disease was stronger than his body and our love. He closed his eyes for the last time on August 24, 2007, a day shy of his 10th birthday.
He is forever entwined in my soul and no matter where I am, or what I am doing, Latka is with me, that much I know.
Goodnight my dear friend. Godspeed.
Naomi and John
Boone Ostrander
Born May 21, 1992 - Died November 1, 2007
Boone was the quintessential fox terrier. He loved to play as long as anyone would play with him. He was fearless. Where other dogs might take a tentative approach Boone would jump in head first. Whether it was being the firt puppy to run down stairs or a running leap off the pier into the lake, he did everything full tilt. For 14 and a half years he was the constant companion of Scott. He was a helper, always ready to keep Scott company while he worked in the garage. He was a cuddler, always ready to get under the covers for a warm nap with you. Everyone who knew Boone loved him and I know he is especially missed by Scott who now has a fox terrier sized hole in his house.
Written by Jeannine, Scott Ostrander's friend
 Reggie: 1993-2006
Gertie: 1995-2007
Both Reggie and Gertie came from the same breeders, they were menenites here in Michigan. I Guess I would call it a puppy mill of sorts. Both born in a barn, although Ms Gertie would never want to here anyone say that! She was "Always a Lady to me". She loved attention and naps, lots of them. Reggie on the other hand had no problem with "being born in a barn". He was full of adventure. He loved to swim, and suffered from constant ear infections due to his love of the water. One day at the cottage he heard some children across the lake, he loved kids, Ms Gerts did not, so he jumped off the dock and started to swim to the other side. My husband Phil called out to him. Reggie turned his head around and contemplated Phil's tone, then kept right on swimming. Phil yelled out again, tone a bit more stern and Reg looked over his shoulder again and said to himself Ok Ok I guess I have to come back. He made it almost half way to the other side. Reggie's ear problems persisited and I believe he eventually became deaf, but he lived a hearty life with Gertie always at his side scolding him for his wonder lust, anyway they were life long partners and when we decided to put Reggie down due to alzheimers, Gertie was not quite the same, she was depressed. She was never sick and we figured with all her napping and pampering she would live several years past Reg "not". She had two seizures withing the year of his passing and the last one paralized her totally on one side. My husband had to take her to the vets and put her down on his birthday, then drove straight up to the cottage where Reggie is buried to put her in the ground beside her beloved Reggie. We now have a 3 year old male wire and a year old female. We will never be without our wires, the joy out weighs the pain and loss, "SO begin the beguine. I know it's a dance, but it sounded appropriate.
Kathy Roy
Gus 1993-2007
Gus, my love, my heart. You called me from the pound, and when I got there you just stood and looked at me. When I took you out to play, you made it plain you just wanted to Go Home.
You were there for me through tough times and joyous ones. You warmed my bed, and my heart.
I will miss you always, and remember you with love. One day we will be together again, and life will be Complete.
Your loving Mom, Helen
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