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Here is a special place dedicated to the loving memory of our beloved Dobermans who have passed on. As long as we never forget them, they will be with us forever. |
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In Memory of Inge Taylor, April 4, 1998 – July 11, 2008
Inge was always a serious and purposeful dog. Leaping into a pool to follow me as a young puppy, placing her body close to mine lest I should lose balance, heeling around the house and laying near me into her last days, Inge knew she belonged with me and took these self-assigned responsibilities to heart. Bossy as she was to Isaac, it was always a pleasure seeing Inge initiate her favorite games with him, “Queen of the Deck” and “Hide & Seek” around the indoor loop from room to room. The breed standard describes a Doberman as “energetic, watchful, determined, alert, fearless, loyal and obedient.” Inge was a Doberman indeed, a beautiful spirit inside a cute, compact body in a gorgeous coat with an expressive voice. But more than being a Doberman, Inge was simply Inge. She lives on in my heart, never to be replaced. Inge & Pam Miracle Dog December 25, 2007 Inge was my veterinary medical miracle twice in 2007. First she was successfully treated for painful and persistent disc difficulties with gold bead implants, restoring to her painless freedom of movement, seemingly a young dog once more. A few weeks later, Inge was diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy. Oral medications helped her to remain symptom free and without restrictions for more than nine months. During her last several weeks of life, Inge experienced incidences of mild congestive heart failure as the disease progressed. At that point, I carefully decided to let go of what had been accomplished medically because it was no longer keeping her comfortable. I could not accept for Inge to lay around looking miserable with the hopes of a few more good days or weeks, if added medications helped.
This photo was taken during some acceptably good moments not long before Inge was euthanized. Congestive heart failure is a manifestation of dilated cardiomyopathy (DCM), a disease of the heart muscle found in both dogs and humans. Half of the Dobermans I’ve owned have died of this disease, and death can come at an early age. The Veterinary Medical Data Base, Urbana, IL, reveals that Dobermans have 3X the incidence of DCM than the general canine population. Cardiomyopathy exists in all lines of July 2008 Dobermans worldwide. Veterinarians continue to search for the genetic basis of this fatal condition. Clay Calvert, DVM, University of Georgia, and Michael O’Grady, DVM, University of Guelph, Ontario, have focused their careers on the study of DCM in the Doberman Pinscher. An internet search on either name plus “cardiomyopathy” will immerse the reader in literature on all aspects of this disease which can occur in a dog regardless of breed. Pam Taylor |
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My baby Darby ...
Spring 2008 at 10 1/2 years. Brooke |
Bella
went on to wait on those who loved her on Tuesday, April 29th at
about 9:45am. Rhonda Sue |
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Guardian Angel |
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Bailey Earnshaw My heart is breaking into a million pieces as I tell you my precious Bailey has passed away. Yesterday, Thursday, April 10, I came downstairs at 6:30 AM to find her laying in the living room. I'm sure you can relate to the sinking feeling I got as I got down on the floor in disbelief, only to realize my worst fear was true - Bailey was gone. There were no signs that she was ill, Joanne had taken her to the library Wed afternoon for her scheduled Reading program (therapy) visit where 10 children read to Bailey. She ate her dinner that night and she and the puppies had Frosty Paws later in the evening. She even spent part of the evening outside with me and playing with the puppies. An necropsy exam showed a large amount of blood in Bailey's lungs which I'm told indicated that she most likely died as a result of a blood clot in her lungs - a pulmonary embolism. I had the pleasure of sharing my life with Bailey for the past 5 years, adopting her in March, 2003 from the Doberman Pinscher Rescue of PA. She was definitely one of a kind, her gentle, loving nature was obvious to everyone who met her. She touched many lives since becoming a therapy dog and I know she will live on in the hearts of everyone who knew her. Bailey was featured in the Spring/Summer 2007 Doberman Dispatch.
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 Bailey Shimko Bailey had been kept in an outside pen for the first year of her life and had many issues when she came to DPR. Then Bailey met Buca and they fell in love at first sight. They were best friends until the end. Sadly, I put Bailey down today. We had decided to do it tonight after work, but this morning before I left for work she was shaking (body & head) and I decided to stay home, Bob said he had already said his goodbye's so if I was ok with taking her myself, I could, so she passed peacefully in my arms holding her on the floor at the vets office. Even the vet noticed she had lost more weight since he had seen her the night of 3/28/08. So she didn't suffer long and went downhill quick. Buca laid in front of us and had his paw on her neck and once I got up from the floor he layed beside her and licked her face and mouth to say his goodbye.
She fought a long tough battle, but she's not suffering anymore. She's playing with all the other dogs in heaven.
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His name was Buddy when we got him, but
we decided when we brought him home, to name him Kane. He loved
kids, he loved other dogs, he loved to run, there wasn't much he
didn't like to do. He got along with everyone that came to visit. He
especially loved to lay upside down so you would go over and give
him some attention (like he didn't get enough). He was the best dog
we had ever known and everyone loved him.
If we were outside, he wanted to be also, no matter where we walked in the house, no need to wonder where he was, he was right behind us. He didn't take to just one of us in the family, he loved us all. He wasn't much for car rides he whined when we had to take him for his shots and such, but we took him places when we could, he just loved being here at home. He greeted us when we walked in the door. Around Christmas, he was starting to lose weight, wasn't eating as much and when he would lay it was hard for him to get up on his feet again. I called my Vet and they told me he may have a virus to just keep an eye on him. 3-4 days later he got worse so I called the Vet and they said to bring him up. My husband and cousin took him. He had to get put to sleep and my husband says it was the worst day of his life. It has been so empty in this house and my husband kept telling me how much he thinks about him, as do we all. He was a great addition to our family and he is sadly missed and thought about each and every day. Dobe's are like kids, because they become so close to you and they are such a loyal dog, its amazing. I would not want any other type of dog. Not that I don't like them, but just because I have not seen a dog as loyal and dedicated as a Dobe. Kane you are sadly missed by everyone that knew you but your in our hearts forever! |
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Loving Memory of Maggie a beloved faithful friend.
Maggie
was "The Voice of a Doberman" featured in Doberman Dispatch Summer 2001
issue. For the complete article please click
here.
Photo to the left is Maggie with her adopted father Bob in September 2007.
Photo to the right is Maggie with her foster mom Pam in June 2001.
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Hi all, Sorry to say this is bad news, we just had to do the hardest thing anyone can do to a beloved pet, Monday evening our Gator was euthanized after a long and full life, with us. We will try to remember the good times we had together. We adopted Gator on February 26, 1995, 13 years ago, when he was 3 years old at the time, according to Joanne Warrick, and Cindy Brubaker from Doberman Pinscher Rescue of PA, Inc., http://www.dprpa.org/index.htm Gator was our first ever rescue Dobie. Even with "Deramaxx" medication the past few years, Gator has been having a very hard time getting up and walking, going outside was always harder for him in the winter weather the past few years, he had chronic osteoarthritis. Gator was a diabetic since his first seizure in 2004, he needed insulin twice a day everyday, and he was almost completely blind, and very hard of hearing at the end. Gator's quality of life was not going to get any better, and he was slowly slipping away.
Gator was the best watchdog we ever had! So sad,
The Stempa Family
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Yesterday my heart was ripped from my chest. I lost my beloved Baby B. Recently his quality of life rapidly diminished. I had to end his suffering. I told him that I'll take him to stop the suffering and he licked my nose. I know it was the right thing to do. Boswell loved to visit the local Post Office where dog biscuits are never in short supply. Once we were there and a lady that was afraid of dogs was hiding from him. Everyone that knew Bos told this lady that Boswell is the most kind and gentle dog. By the time we were leaving she was patting him on the back. Actually, all that B cared about was the fact that shortly there would be Milk-Bones flying at him from behind the counter. It still amazes me how quickly you can bond with something. We loved each other as if we have known each other our entire lives. Last
night I slept in bed for the first time in two years and thought that I
heard him call me twice. For those of you that weren't aware, Boswell
wanted me at his side the entire time that I was home. We slept on the couch
or floor together under the same afghan always with my arm around him. He
did allow me a shower and an occasional check of my email but time limits
were strictly enforced.
I knew I loved him even before our eyes met. Nancy from Doberman rescue sent out an email asking for a foster home for him. I knew at that moment that I needed to take him in. It is as if this was written for me and Boswell!
He truly was my greatest gift....
The Greatest Gift ~The
Greatest Gift~
Mama loves you
baby B................
Michele
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A Tribute to Jeb
(6/10/95 - 1/25/07)
by Shirley Crumbling About twelve years ago, my baby Penelope, a Huskie/Shepherd mix, died and I was left with a hole in my heart. I had had a dog my entire life and being without one was not an option. My husband Scott agreed to get another dog as long as it didn’t shed, and so we were introduced to our first Dobie. (Dobes DO shed, by the way, you just don’t notice it as easily.) After many phone calls and discussions, Scott and I made our way to just outside Washington, D.C. to meet Jeb. I remember thinking that Jeb was a funny name for a dog and I had my heart set on another dog, but as soon as Jeb walked into the room and up to me – tail wagging, and placed his head on my knee, I wanted to bring him home immediately. A few weeks later we did get to adopt him and that was the beginning of many years of Dobie love and friendship. He won our hearts and our bed and spent every moment he could with us. He ruled our house and allowed us to live in it with him. He won over neighbors and family as well and around our neighborhood we became known as Jebie’s parents. He had a following of children (his fan club) who would yell his name and come running when they saw him. He let them pet and fuss over him, and then took us on the rest of his walk. We enjoyed this unconditional love for about twelve years and lost him just a few months ago. Many friends expressed their sorrow by sending us cards of condolences. That decision was the most difficult one we have ever had to make. We take comfort knowing that he is in a happy place now, chasing those tennis balls he so loved to fetch and return to us. He will always have a very special place in our hearts. We find comfort now in our new baby, Miss Emma. She is not Jeb but has helped to fill the void he left. And does she ever have her own personality! But that is another story.
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HERBIE-A
LOVE STORY
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Cuda
Hartman
She
deserved a much longer life than the 3 short years she lived and
4/2/08 was 3 yrs that we had her. It's going to be rough for all of
us. She's at peace now. She far exceeded the timeframe they gave
us once she lost her kidney to the cancer in Jan. 2007 but it had
spread and there was a big tumor pressing on her heart and her lungs
were just full of tiny tumors. I just cried when I saw her x-rays.
She really started to go down hill since Fri 3/28/08. She had
started having trouble breathing and coughing so our vet met us at
10:45 PM on Fri night and we did a chest x-ray just to make sure she
didn't have pneumonia.
Hi.
I am first enclosing a picture of our Dobe we had gotten from the
rescue in January of 2001. 
In
his good old days Gator helped patrol the Appalachian Trail here at home in
Pa, and also in Virginia were he helped me section hike the entire length of
the State. He also thought he was a little lap dog, so he would jump up if
you let him. 
This
is so hard to write............. 
