Sadie
Today Sadie the puggle I adopted WH tag number 1048, passed away. She was my baby and was always at my side. She was being treated for several problems, one of which was she was constantly having stones build up in her. She was on meds and special food, but was too prone to them to stop them. According to my vet, she had had prior surgeries for the same problem. She will be sadly missed by the whole family, thank you for letting me have her, we truly enjoyed her.

Mack
We adopted Mack from you almost 11 years ago. He was a stray that you found wandering on street road. When we brought him home he was only about 25 lbs fully grown. We could count his ribs. His coat was horrible. He wouldn't go near anyone. He wouldn't eat unless you sat next to him. I brought him home and he just sat at the door scared. I took him shopping and got him his baby bag full of toys. His bed. His bowls and his new name tag and collar. My kids tried every day to get him to play with them. They were teenagers that knew he was so hurt and damaged inside. He also started going to the groomer every 2 weeks to clean up his coat. We all would just let him lay with us and pet him for hours. He never learned how to play with toys. If you threw something in his direction he would just run away with his tale between his legs scared. I took him everywhere we went and it took about 6 months before he started to love his car rides. He had the front seat and everyone else in the car could deal with it or he would sit on your lap. He hated his checkups with the vet but loved going for ice cream. Because of his size our family vet would let him eat anything we did. If we had steak and veggies for dinner so did he. He finally didn't need to be hand feed or have someone sit with him. His favorite foods were pasta with butter (he hated spaghetti sauce) and vanilla ice cream. Because of his size he had no drive to ask for food. It took 9 years for him to bark at his empty food bowl and we were all trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He finally flipped it over and looked at us like "Yo did ya forget something!!!!!!!!!!" It took a year for Mack to bark for us. We thought he was mute. My youngest son was out front slap boxing with a friend and Mack was in the yard. I was upstairs making beds when I thought another dog had gotten into our yard and was attacking Mack. It was the first time he acted like he belonged here with us. He was barking and trying to get through the fence to get to Michael and protect him. The boy Michael was playing with was never again welcome in our house by Mack. He had to stay out on the porch. That was about when he decided that this was his home and he was going to take over. He became Houdini. If there was any possible way to get out of our yard he found it. He would dig under it in multiple spots. When we fixed the yard he taught himself how to climb our 6 ft fence. He always went to the park looking for his kids. The township police lucky know me from my job and would call me and tell me to come pick him up. He was either in a jail cell or in their car with his tail waging like hi mom how was your day! Mack went from a scared baby when I brought him home to the man of the house when he passed last week. He was loved by everyone and will be greatly missed in our home. He has been such a great member or our family. There is so much he has given us and never asked for anything. Some of his favorite things to do were: Steal your blanket and take it to his bed. It was now his and you couldn't have it back. He has 4 of them now. Go to the dog park and be king of the park. He knew the directions to baskin robbins and would start wagging his tale a couple of blocks away. He owned the love seat and if we had company over they could just go somewhere else to sit. He knew when you were hurt and his job was to lay with you. He would get up on your bed and lay so that you could hug him until you wanted to get up again. Bath our two cats. They would actually let him after the first couple of years of running away. Thank you for giving him a second chance at a forever home. He will be greatly missed and never forgotten. Susan, Michael Sr., Michael, Crystal

Mouse the Cat
My cat, Mouse, is featured in the Happy Tails section of your website. It breaks my heart when I looked at that picture this afternoon as I had to have her euthanized this morning. Her age caught up to her and her quality of life was suffering. She passed peacefully on her down blanket with many hands providing her comfort. She was a wonderful member of our family. We will miss her.

Petee
This story is continued from Little Boy Seamus's story on our Happy Tails page. "While I lived in the Bensalem area I adopted 2 other dogs from you and I am sad to report that they have both passed on. Petee who was named "Floyd" at the time of his adoption died of kidney failure last year. He was a sweetheart and loved to be on the couch with us every night especially after a long trek out with the horses. The beagle/border collie in him loved chasing the horses and sorting them out to his pleasure. He had a great life and his passing came upon us quickly. The first dog I adopted from you was known as "Lady" and was renamed "Mollie." She had terrible separation anxiety (hence our adoption of Petee whom she loved). Mollie was also a brindle but small and may have been a terrrier/keeshound mix. Mollie died about 3 years ago of a brain tumor. She was also not sick for long and is greatly missed by us and Seamus in particular. I just wanted to thank you for the hard work you do to help these wonderful creatures find homes. Keep up the great work! Julie"

A Tribute to Motius, a Miracle Worker
George (yellow lab, 1993-2006) was getting on in years when Motius (cocker spaniel, 2005-2008) was introduced to him by a good friend, Megan, who lives in southern Virginia. Although no longer very tolerant of puppies in his last few years, George thought that Motius was ‘his’ puppy. He was the only puppy that George allowed near his arthritic body and the ONLY being that George thought enough of to even attempt playing ‘catch the tennis ball’ with, his former favorite game. George developed a neurologic condition which at one point in 2006 caused a short-lived paralysis that would not allow him to move anything except his tail and eyes. We brought George home from Penn the day that it happened thinking it was his last night with us. Per chance, Motius came to our house that day to visit. He started nudging George to play with him. Rather than growl at him, George started to respond. After several hours of intermittently sleeping and trying to move, George got off the couch and started humping (!!) Motius. We never learned what caused the paralysis but he came back to us for a few more months before we had to put him to sleep. It's ironic and extremely sad that Motius died at such a young age (3) after infusing life into our tired lovable lab. For some unknown reason, he developed a condition, common in cocker spaniels, which causes problems with clotting blood. One Saturday afternoon, Megan noticed little red spots on his stomach. When they started to get bigger, she took him to the emergency vet. Despite intensive treatment and blood transfusions, Motius left us just two days later. Maybe Motius gave up some of his life to let us have George with us a bit longer. Thank you, Motius. We love you and hope that you are with George waiting for us on Rainbow Bridge!