Polly passed away on December 11, 2016. This sweet, sweet girl with the wonderful Flying Nun ears captured our hearts as soon as we saw her, and our hearts are now heavy with sadness at her passing. Romp in peace at the Rainbow Bridge, Polly. We love you.
Polly was adopted in June, 2012! Her forever mom sent us these pictures of Polly at the beginning of 2016.
Polly's perky personality will have you head over heels in love the very moment you meet her! She's an actress for sure, who loves to be in the spotlight making you laugh and smile and be happy alongside her.
Polly's family of 10 years moved and decided not to take her. How they could that is beyond any of us who have had the good fortune to meet her. She looks at you longingly as if to say, "Please love me."
Polly's grown up with young children and is good with other dogs; in fact, she's always up for a fun game of chase around the yard! Polly is a black lab/corgi mix, and she's healthy, happy, and hoping her new forever family will adopt her soon.
Ewok passed away December 5, 2016. He was 12.5 years old.
After Ewok came to us in March 2016, we discovered that he had a large tumor in his liver. A re-check 30 days later showed that the tumor had grown considerably in just one month. Because we didn't know how much more time Ewok had, we decided to make him a Sanctuary Dog so that he could live out the rest of his retirement stress-free with his beloved foster family.
However, Ewok's foster momma couldn't stand the thought of not being his official forever momma; so she adopted him in June 2016. He showed her how much he appreciated being hers by living several more months than originally projected. During those "bonus" months, he continued to greet each day with smiles and a huge zest for life.
He joined his fur sister in patrolling the backyard each time they were out there; he joined his fur brother in hunting grasshoppers in the fall; he walked alongside both fur siblings on daily walks (and, as the tumor grew larger, he enjoyed riding in a front pack on his mom while his fur siblings walked); he made little squawking noises at each meal and snack time to hurry his mom along so he could eat NOW; and he showered his mom with enthusiastic kisses and foot baths.
This little man captured the hearts of all who met him, and his passing has left huge holes in those hearts. Romp freely and painlessly at the Rainbow Bridge, dear Ewok. You are much beloved and much missed.
Charlie the Weimaraner-Lab Mix
Charlie passed away October 31, 2016.
Charlie had a wonderful four years with his forever family (who were originally his Izzy's Place foster family). When he came to Izzy's Place, he was heartworm positive and approximately eight years old. He beat the heart worms after two rounds of treatment, and he beat mast-cell cancer too. This handsome boy was a survivor!
Thanks to his forever family, he lived a healthy, happy life that was filled with unconditional love. They appreciated his silly antics and goofball ways, and he was with them when he passed away suddenly but peacefully. His forever momma wrote, "We lost our big goofball Charlie tonight. He went suddenly and hopefully without any pain. We so loved our junkyard dog and will miss him so very much. He certainly captured a piece of all our hearts. RIP my sweet Charlie."
Griz passed away October 6, 2016.
Griz's forever foster mom sums up perfectly our feelings about Griz's passing: "I knew our time together would not be long, but I was not ready to let go. His body is no longer holding him back. I love you, buddy, and you are already missed."
Romp freely and have a grand ol' time at the Bridge, Grizzy. We love you!
Meet Griz! (or Grizzy-boo as his foster momma calls him. :)
We really have no idea how old he is, but we all agree he's a wise old soul. He was found as a stray on the Western Slope in Colorado. Sadly, seniors aren't the first pick in a shelter for most people, so we welcomed him to become part of our Izzy's Place Rescue Family!
When he arrived at his foster home, Griz's new Mom quickly realized that he had never lived in a home before; he had been an outdoor dog, most likely. He was inquisitive and followed Denise everywhere, sticking his nose in drawers she opened, exploring the kitchen cabinets, and watching her every move. The first few days he paced and panted, even with the help of the other two dogs in the home; he was unsure what was going on. Soon enough he began to settle in, and he found two favorite blankets to nap on. Each evening, he'd nibble lovingly on his Mama's toes. At first he could only walk two blocks. Now he walks 5-6 blocks each day - strutting his handsome self! One weekend, his Aunt Pam visited and Griz decided he liked her slippers, and he began carrying it everywhere. She got such a kick out of it that she gave him both slippers!
Griz will retire with Izzy's Place. At his advanced age and because of his poor health condition, he has been welcomed as a Sanctuary Dog. He requires pain medication and frequent vet visits to monitor his health. We realize he will one day soon earn his wings, but until then, we continue to appreciate each and every moment with him.
If you've read the articles listed on the In The News tab above, you probably recognize the first picture of Griz shown here. He was one of the Izzy's Place Sanctuary Dogs mentioned in the "Rescue in Focus: Izzy's Place Senior Dog Rescue" article and the only one pictured in the article. You go, Griz!
Ruthie and Holly
Ruthie passed away September 23, 2016. This sweet little gal completely stole our hearts the minute we saw her, and we feel blessed that we got to spend time with her before she earned her angel wings. Her favorite things were napping on the huge dog beds, exploring the yard, and being near Holly, her oldie-goldie sister. Ruthie enjoyed cuddling on her Mama's lap by the warm fire on a cool Fall night. Each morning she'd stretch her rickety legs and then follow the others to the backyard. The family spent lots of time outside each morning, soaking up the sunshine, starting each day in a beautiful way. This special little girl is now running pain-free at the Rainbow Bridge, but she will remain forever in our hearts.
Ruthie is a 13-year-old miniature Australian Shepherd (Aussie) (or Border Collie?) who has been through the rails. She arrived at a shelter in Florida as stray. She was severely underweight and had been hit by a car. She was taken into foster shortly after undergoing surgery to reset the bones broken in the car collision; the hope was that she would gain weight for another surgery to remove a tumor around her hip.
That hope was realized, and she had the second surgery. Being in foster made a world of difference for this sweet gal. She became a dog again! She absolutely loves being outside and prefers to spend most of the day there, with a bed nearby for resting and plenty of water.
Ruthie's foster mommas drove her from Florida to Upstate New York over the Labor Day Weekend and Izzy's Place co-founder, Shereen Raucci, became her forever foster momma. Shereen has always had large dogs (her current three each weigh 75-100 lbs), but she fell in love with little Ruthie (who weighs a mere 18.6 lbs) immediately. The rest of the pack welcomed Ruthie with open paws as well. Holly, the reigning matriarch of the pack, immediately brought Ruthie under her wing and has been ensuring that her transition is a smooth one.
Ruthie's first trip to the NY vet a couple of days later confirmed Shereen's suspicion that she has doggie dementia and displaced hips. It also let us know that she's in the beginning stage of kidney disease and has an ear infection. She's now on medication for the latter two and receiving tons of love and care from her new mom and packmates.
We don't know how much more time Miss Ruthie has here on this earth, but we are honored to spend it with her and are doing everything possible during the time she has left to ensure that she knows she's loved very much.
Sassy passed away suddenly September 22, 2016.
A note from Miss Sassy Pants:
"My real name is Sassafras Blossom. Most of you know me as “Little Miss Sassy Pants”. I would like to tell you one more story....a really good one...
"I was saved from "death-row" at an Arkansas shelter by Izzy's Place Senior Dog Rescue. I was a puppy-mill breeding momma for 9 years. For my whole entire life.
"Until recently, I lived my life in a tiny crate, outside, with minimal shelter and barely any human contact. I was forced to get pregnant and have litter after litter of tiny babies that my "owner" could SELL for money in pet stores and online. I wasn't allowed to know my babies, because they were taken away from me before they were ready...but I loved them. No one cared to see that my little body was suffering. No one cared that my spirit was becoming defeated. When I grew too old to make more money, I was sent away.
"Izzy's Place Senior Dog Rescue FOUND little ol' me in that loud, scary, Arkansas shelter, and brought me to Colorado to learn about a new, GOOD life.
"And a new GOOD life I definitely got! I was NOT defeated after all!
"I was given FOUR siblings to cuddle, a Mama (who you all know as my “Fo-Ma”), healthy food in the morning AND at night, a yard for adventures, and lots of toys! Even my very own door to go into the yard with my siblings as we desired! You wouldn't believe...I got my OWN cozy bed, with warm, fluffy blankets...just for me! I even have my very own fan-club!! That's YOU!
"As you can see....I am a very lucky and blessed little girl. I wish all pups could have it this good!
I have been really BRAVE for a little pip-squeak-scruffy-monkey! I have overcome some huge challenges in a short amount of time, since I was saved by Izzy's Place and my family....
"I learned that grass is soft and smells really good. I learned that I can walk and run without pain in my feet. I don't have to itch and scratch because the fleas are gone and my hair is clean. I learned that INSIDE is safe and warm, and I am not only welcome, but DESIRED in there! I learned to "wipe my feet" after a journey into the garden to sneak some fresh veggies. It doesn't cause me any pain to pee-pee out there anymore, either. I learned that I can completely trust the kind, gentle touch of human hands and give a "high five" to celebrate! I learned that I can LOVE. And BE loved.
"Before this...my whole life had been filled with neglect and sorrow.
"BUT THEN… I became a PRINCESS.
"Mama and Izzy’s Place have taken such good care of me. They gave me my very own doctor and medications, bubble baths and pink bows, soft food and fresh water, SAFETY and LOVE! I am a very grateful little girl.
"And guess what! My "Fo-Ma" recently became my REAL-Ma!
"Do you know what that means? I got adopted into my forever-and-ever home! With my very own forever family! I KNEW instantly that I had found my home, it just took my Mama and my brother and sisters a little while to realize it. I finally found REAL love and HAPPINESS! And I was finally able to give it back.
"So...THAT is my life story. The ONLY parts that matter are the HAPPY parts. It didn't take long, and I forgot all about my lonely past. I really did. Each new day has been filled with EVERYTHING good that I never knew existed for a gal like me. Each new sunrise has made me SMILE, my beautiful snaggle-toothed grin! Each night, I fell asleep looking forward to a new day. Just like Dorothy proved to Toto...There really IS no place like home. It is heaven on earth.
"Now THIS is when I need to tell you something really special. Something really important. Please listen to me... I don't want you to be sad. Because, I promise you that I am not sad….
I found my home and I found my happiness. It was time for me. I have crossed over the beautiful Rainbow Bridge. It happened quickly and peacefully, in my home with my forever family by my side. My Mommy held me in her loving arms. I felt safe and I felt at peace. She didn't expect it, but I was ready. I left this life as the Beautiful Princess I was always meant to be. I left this life a happy little girl. And THAT is all I ever needed.
"Thank you for giving me love, great big world. Thank you for believing in me. The dreams that you dare to dream really DO come true. Please remember that."
Love and Dances and Wiggles Forever,
Sassafras Blossom, aka: Little Miss Sassy Pants
Buddy the Lab Mix
Buddy passed away August 27, 2016. Here's a letter L'il Buddy sent us from the Rainbow Bridge:
"Some said I was just a mutt. Some said I was too old or too sick. My foster family saw past my perfect imperfections and loved me unconditionally. I hope they know that I loved them so very much in return. My foster momma said it was a joy to see me come out of my shell and slowly progress as they helped me get my strength back. They took me for acupuncture to ease my pain, and I dined like a king!
"One of the best days I had with my foster family was when I finally realized I was allowed to play with toys. What a fabulous thing! I even played tug o' war with my foster mom, with a soft frisbee. She smiled, and I wagged my tail happily that day.
"I loved getting kisses on my muzzle and scratches behind my ears. Spending my last few months in a real, loving home, surrounded by kind people and other doggie pals, was the most awesome retirement any dog could hope for. On August 27, I earned my angel wings and am now enjoying life at the Rainbow Bridge. Please do not feel sad for me, as I was given a special chance to retire in a real home, with a real family—and that is priceless. I will always watch over my foster family from heaven above."
Love and slurpy dog kisses, Buddy
Buddy the Lab mix (Lab-x) came to us from Grand Junction, CO., in mid-May, 2016. Since living with his foster parents, he's discovered that he LOVES baked potatoes and getting lots of head and ear skritches. He's also built a friendship with Ziggy (who is also an IPSDR dog available for adoption). And the best news to date is that in late June, Buddy began to be interested in, and playing with, with dog toys! This boy still has lots of life to live and love to give.
A letter from Ezra:
"Dear Rescue Family, Please do not feel sad for me. On August 5, 2016, I earned my angel wings. I am now pain-free. Embrace the magical life I lived with you all! I came to you as a pile of bones wrapped in a flea-bitten mess of skin and fur. My body was torn by heartworms. At first, I was so weak I could barely walk more than three steps at a time. BUT I WON the battle!! Thanks to my foster family, and all of you sweet angels who donated toward my vet care, I survived. And not only did I survive, but I truly LIVED!!!!
"I was surrounded by love. I could feel the love from all over. It lifted me up and helped me be able to grow strong enough to explore the yard and even go to the park. One day I even got to play in this thing called a pool. I got my doggy paddle moves going as my foster dad carefully helped me into the pool, and off I went! I loved the feel of that cool water on a hot Colorado day. I pushed the balls around in the water with my nose—cuz that's what doxies do, ya know.
"My favorite things were cuddling with my foster dad, pecking at my furry foster brothers, and stealing the cat's toys. I had a houseful of dog beds and toy boxes to dig through—what fun! I even had a stroller that I rode in, and my foster mom pushed me along, so I could join my family for longer outings. Most of all, I had a family to love and I was loved in return.
"I fought a valiant battle but one day my frail body said it was time to rest. My rescue family helped me cross to the Rainbow Bridge, and I am now playing and romping happily with all the other fur angels. I know you are sad at times, but please remember the wonderful moments and know that I will live on furever in your hearts. My wish is for you to share my rescue story, in hopes of helping other senior dogs. Paw it forward in honor of ME, Ezzie Spaghetti!"
Love to you all!
On July 2, 2016, Ezra and Zoey (another of our adoptable dogs) were escorted from Texas to Colorado via airplane, thanks to two wonderful volunteers from Snow Capped Shepherd Rescue. Ezra is not yet available for adoption, as he came to us with severe health issues. We want to address these issues before finding him his forever home.
This sweet, shy, ~10-year-old Dachshund from San Antonio, Texas, tested heartworm positive. Ezra's foster parents are helping Ezzie gain weight and, of course, showering him with love, attention, and toys. He's so excited that he gets to be a dog again (albeit one whose exertion levels are being kept strictly in the "mellow" zone), and he already adores his foster parents and doggie brothers and wants his foster kitty brother to be his BFF.
If you're interested in learning more about heartworm disease in dogs, here are two great (and credible) American Heartworm Society web pages to visit:
Our dear Snickers earned his wings and flew to the Rainbow Bridge July 23, 2016. He came to us a year ago and wrapped his foster mama around his sweet little doxie paw—so much so that she adopted him in April.
Snickers had the BEST year of his life this past year! He loved his momma, Kathy, and all of his little fur-siblings. Please send his momma healing thoughts, as her heart is broken from losing this very special boy.
Romp in peace, sweet Snickers! You were and will always be so loved by us all.
Our precious Mercedes went to the Rainbow Bridge on June 26, 2016, surrounded by her loving family.
Mercedes was a very special girl. She came to rescue in pretty rough shape but thanks to surgery, meds and, most of all, love and patience, she settled into her forever foster home.
She enjoyed daily walks at a nearby park, lounging in the yard, playing tug-o-war with her Dad, belly rubs, and hanging out with her fur brothers. She also got to travel and go camping! What a great way to enjoy retirement!
Mercedes became our official Izzy's Place Ambassador. She wore her vest while walking through the community, sharing her story and educating others about how wonderful senior dogs are. Mercedes often joined her family on weekends for an outdoor church for the homeless in Denver. There she brought smiles to so many. She loved being pet and would approach people around her to see if she could get an ear skritch or two—and sure enough, they'd smile as they pet her. And she'd smile too. :)
Romp in peace at the Rainbow Bridge, Miss Mercedes! You will remain forever in our hearts, and your legacy will live on.
Ron went to the Rainbow Bridge on March 22, 2016, in the loving arms of his forever family.
Nothing got in Ron's way! He made it to Colorado, and he was determined to make the most of his retirement! He was the silliest little Shiba Inu we'd ever met. He came to us from a shelter in Texas, and our vet confirmed that he was deaf, had untreated arthritis, had severe dental disease, and had kidney disease too.
Ron's physical ailments certainly didn't stop him from enjoying life, though! His nose worked overtime, and he'd wake from a deep sleep if he smelled something cooking in the kitchen! He played with toys, ran around the yard with his fur brothers, enjoyed walks and car rides, and loved playing tug-o-war. Ron's overflowing personality and happiness were contagious! He lived in the moment, and this little guy enjoyed each and every moment to the fullest.
It seemed all was good with Ron, and then a lump developed on his leg. It was removed, but we learned it was malignant. Still, we had to wipe away our tears as our silly Ron continued to enjoy each and every moment. He truly taught us to live, laugh, and love!
Ron's foster family was so in love with him that shortly before he passed, they officially adopted him. Romp in peace at the Rainbow Bridge, Ron Swanson Sanville.
Alfie passed away at age 17 on March 11, 2016. Here's what his forever momma wrote when she let us know he'd gone to the Rainbow Bridge:
"[Alfie] did very well up until the last 10 days. Then he had some good days and some bad days. Up to that time, Alfie went on walks with us every day; trotted over to us to be be petted especially when our other dog (Keller) was being stroked; stole Keller's chew bones every chance he could (it was really quite funny); and often laid by the fireplace on his beloved doggy bed as we watched TV.
"I stayed home with Alfie last Friday and gently stroked his face. He had lost the ability to stand on his own and was fading away. We kept him comfortable, but eventually took him into the vet so he could pass peacefully. I truly think Alfie had a great end of life. He was loved and gave love." ~ Hillery (Alfie's Mom)
Alfie came to Izzy's Place when he was 15 years old. He was emaciated and in desparate need of extensive vet care. He not only survived, but he LIVED and he LOVED!! Thank you to everyone who helped our dear Alfie find his furever home—with special thanks to Hillery, Kim, and Kasi.
R.I.P., sweet Alfie.
Skye spent the first 13 years of her life living in a garage, but the last three years of her life made up for it. She adopted her forever dad in February, 2013, and the two of them went everywhere together. She got to experience life as she never had before, and what a good life it was.
Skye went to the Rainbow Bridge on February 4, 2016. We miss you, sweet girl.
Penny the Pibble
"As petals unfold, take a moment, and pause to hear the soft subtle sounds as brilliant beauty blooms." ~ Joseph Pentacost
"Loving Lona was like watching a wild rose bloom. She was shy, petals closed tightly, protecting her vulnerable body and spirit. Thorns remained to protect her from those who reached out too quickly. With love, patience, and nurturing, the healing began ... slowly, and her petals began to unfold cautiously, yet gracefully. Those who were fortunate enough to experience and appreciate the gentle unfolding of her petals reaped the rewards of her pure love and trust.
"Lona was found in an abandoned building in New Mexico. Her nails were so long they curled under, making it painful for her to stand or walk. Her body was covered in oozing sores. She cringed from human touch. All she longed for was to be left alone. Lona kept those petals closed tightly through multiple surgeries, and she spent much of her time hiding—the old, "If I can't see you, you can't see me" theory. :)
"When Lonas' soft petals began to unfold, the changes were subtle, not visible to every eye. To me, each time a petal quivered, it was magnificent. Lona created her own path, and only a few were invited to walk that with her. Along that path, she began to approach me on her own, nudging my knee, bowing her head, inviting me to pet her. I loved the feel of her soft thick fur, and I thanked her for trusting me with this privilege.
"She flourished as part of the pack, watching from the shadows before joining in the fun. She loved trotting through the soft grass, napping in the shade, and feeling the breeze on her little white face. Lona remained wary of strangers and preferred the comfort of her own home and security of her own yard. Lona's world was where she could let her hair down and be a little flirty and playful. Lona was deaf, but she learned touch and hand commands; she followed the pack on walks through the woods; and she even barked when the others barked.
"When doggie dementia set in, Lona still seemed happy. She was happy in her own little world, and the few of us who were invited in appreciated her very special world, where the flowers were all in bloom and their sweet scent filled the air.
"On May 10, 2015, Heaven welcomed this special rose, now in full bloom. I love you always and forever my sweet, silly Lona-Bear."
~ Love, your furever mama Shereen
Jack the German Shepherd
Jack was adopted in April, 2013, at the age of 14. He enjoyed each and every day with his forever family until the amazing age of almost 17 years old! (He went to the Rainbow Bridge on March 20, 2015.)
Jack had a zest for life, a big heart, and he loved to give endless sloppy kisses!
His family shared this with us the day he passed away: "I adopted Jack from Izzy's Place almost 2 years ago. Unfortunately, Jack will be crossing the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon. He isn't sick, but his body is tired and worn out, and his quality of life has gone down quite a bit. He has been a wonderful companion for the past 2 years, and I'm incredibly thankful to have had him in my life. We took some pictures of him this morning, and I'll try to remember to send them on to you once I get them downloaded. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to have such a special dog as part of my family, even for this brief period of time."
Dear Jack, you touched many hearts and will be greatly missed, handsome boy.
Little Taco the chubby Chi was 16 years old when she came to Izzy's Place. Her elderly owner had passed away, and there were no family or friends to care for her.
This sweet gal was welcomed into a loving forever-foster home where she spent her days wandering in the soft green grass, exploring the yard with her fur siblings, and being truly happy and loved in her golden days. If there was an empty lap, she'd find it and curl up for a nice nap. Taco brought sunshine to everyone who met her, and she was loved by those near and far.
Taco had advanced kidney disease. She received the highest quality vet care, healthy food, and lots of love. We did all that we could to make her retirement wonderful. She went to the Rainbow Bridge on December 8, 2014, in the loving arms of her foster mom.
On August 8, 2014, Heaven welcomed another fur angel. Prescott left a permanent paw print on our hearts. Prescott was a special old soul. He was quirky, to say the least! He hogged the bed, gave super sloppy kisses, played fun-police with other dogs, and would leap counters, couches, and through screened windows to get to his person. But anyone who met Prescott loved him for all the joy, laughter, and love he shared.
Prescott was found in a field with major injuries. He was taken to a shelter where he received life-saving surgery. However, once the anesthesia wore off, the staff quickly realized he had MAJOR separation anxiety and had to be sedated while kenneled so he wouldn't injure himself more by trying to escape. He was adopted twice and returned. Not one rescue would accept him because of his anxiety. A shelter employee even offered to foster him. And what did Prescott do? He chewed the seat belts in her car, shredded the seats, and wreaked havoc at their home; yet she still loved him and believed he deserved a second chance.
Prescott's days were numbered; he was on the euthanasia list at the shelter. My husband, Paul Raucci, IPSDR Co-Founder, said Prescott should come to Izzy's Place. So in the autumn of 2011, he did! At first, we couldn't leave Prescott along at all, or he would go into total panic mode, chewing door frames, shredding carpet, and upsetting the other dogs. With Paul and I both working, we had to figure something out. Even having other dogs at the home was not enough to help him relax when we were away.
So Prescott began to join Paul at work each day, and the two became inseparable. Prescott had a few "social challenges," but he began to learn how to get along with his furry siblings. In an attempt to rehabilitate him, Paul and Prescott attended training and passed with flying colors. He was so smart! But the one thing he seemed unable to overcome was his separation anxiety. It became obvious to us that Prescott would need to become a Sanctuary Dog, meaning he would retire with us at Izzy's Place.
Sadly, Paul had a fatal Jeep accident in June, 2012. I worried about Prescott. He was so close to Paul, and we had a serious adjustment period afterward. Two months after Paul's death, Prescott joined me and the other seven (eight total...yes, I know that sounds insane!!) senior dogs on a road trip from Colorado to upstate New York.
He was fabulous on the trip, meeting new people at rest stops along the way. He bonded with me and seemed to settle into our new life as we moved East to be closer to family while our hearts healed. Of course, life with Prescott in New York wasn't without incident; but he could always make me laugh, and we got through it just fine.
Prescott had Laryngeal paralysis, arthritis, and degenerative myelopathy. He received high quality vet care, had a healthy diet, and got lots of fun exercise; but one day he let me know he was tired. He was ready to join his beloved human Dad in heaven.
"Thank you, my dear Prescott, for all the joy and laughter you shared with me and so many others. You were handsome, lovable, goofy, and a bit quirky. I love you for being YOU! I will miss you and will always hold you close in my heart. May you run free at the Rainbow Bridge, my sweet boy." With Love, Your Furever Mama, Shereen
Lucky, a Beagle, came to rescue when he was about 9 years old. He was fostered by Larissa and Scott in Colorado Springs, and he quickly wrapped his foster dad around his cute little paw!
Surprise! His foster family adopted him, and he loved his new life: Trips to the dog park, a large yard to play in, walks, and lots of love. His new Mom and Dad were soon expecting twins and when Larissa was sick in bed, Lucky would cuddle with her, gently laying his head on her belly.
Lucky enjoyed a most wonderful life with his new family. After fighting a valiant battle with cancer he went to the Rainbow Bridge in January, 2014.
Much love to you, Lucky! You sure did touch many hearts in rescue!
Daisy the Pointer Mix
The last two years of Daisy's life were the best she ever had! She went from being a neglected outdoor dog to a treasured member of a family. She learned basic obedience; became housebroken and crate trained; enjoyed regular, nutritious meals; discovered that dog toys were awesome—as were soft, warm dog beds—and, best of all, that she was lovable and her humans relished her love in return.
Daisy passed away on November, 1, 2013.
Jack the Boston Terrier (Stan's Brother)
Jack was a hoot! He had a youthful, playful way about him, and he definitely sought the limelight everywhere he went—even if he just went from one room to another in the house!
And, oh! What a cuddler he was! He loved to snuggle under the covers and cuddle with his humans. He soaked up the warmth and physical attention the same way he soaked up the limelight.
Jack lost his brother, Stan, just six days after they were rescued. But his foster sisters, Maggie (Mag Pie) and Clover (also Boston Terriers), wouldn't let him dwell on Stan's passing for too long. They adored Jack, and they made sure he knew it.
Jack was adopted in May, 2012, and he lived out the rest of his days as a beloved member of a family.
Chance was ~11 years old when he was found as a stray. He had never been neutered, had arthritis, had a heart murmur, and had a few tumors that needed to be removed. His eyes spoke volumes about the sadness he felt to his very core.
We at Izzy's Place welcomed Chance into our loving embrace and, thanks to many generous donors, we were able to provide him with the medical care he so badly needed. Then, his foster family became his adoptive family, and he lived out the rest of his life with his mom, dad, and three furry, senior siblings.
Bear the Pomeranian
Bear came to Izzy's Place in spring, 2012; he was 14 years old. He and his foster momma, Kathy, fell madly in love, and in May, 2012, they officially adopted each other.
For almost a year and half afterwards, Bear (who was Izzy's Place's first Ambassador) traveled around Colorado with Kathy, helping other homeless senior dogs and educating people about the plight of senior dogs who are abandoned or taken to shelters to die.
Bear went to the Rainbow Bridge in October, 2013. In the time he was with us, he touched the heart of everyone who met him. He had a giant spirit and a boundless ability to love. We love you, Bear, and we will never forget you!
"Dear Boomer, prance proudly to the Rainbow Bridge, where you will be pain-free and able to run in the soft green grass as you deserve. In spite of your hard life, you showed us your soft and oh-so-lovable side. We took you in, loved you, and cared for you. What you gave us in return is priceless. Thank you for joining our rescue family, dear Boomer. May you rest in peace, sweet boy."
Boomer was one of several dogs seized in an animal abuse/neglect case. He was the oldest and in the worst condition of them all. When Boomer arrived at Izzy's Place, he was emaciated and in need of urgent vet care. We took him to one of our wonderful vets (Dr. Ruth Altman, at Animal Haven Veterinary Clinic) for a thorough checkup, vaccinations, and bloodwork.
Sadly, we learned that Boomer had an inoperable tumor on his thyroid; but Dr Altman researched different treatments to help him enjoy his last days to the fullest. Thanks to a generous donation from C.A.R.E., we are able to get Boomer started on meds to help lessen the inflammation, which helped slow the growth of the tumor.
Boomer continued to enjoy life in a real home, with his loving foster family until May 29, 2013. Here is a note from Boomer's forever foster momma: "Boomer went to the Rainbow Bridge on May 29, 2013. He was surrounded by many of his family including Jodie and her mom, Sarah, and Nicole. He was at peace and ready to leave his aching body so he could once again be his youthful self. Boomer taught us a lot about love. He brought so much joy to the people that came into his life during his time at Izzy's Place."
Ripley passed away on 4/6/2013, just a few months after her brother, Roscoe the Golden mix went to the Rainbow Bridge.
Ripley was a darling, 13-year-old Lab-Shepherd mix. She was gentle and kind, but still had some spunk. She loved to play in the yard with her brother, Roscoe, and hang out on her blankets and soft bedding while getting love from her people.
Kami came to Izzy's Place in May, 2010, after finally being set free....free after spending 14 years tied to a 4-foot chain. (Yes, her owners admitted to it...ugh!)
Here's a message from her forever foster mom and co-founder of Izzy's Place:
"In May 2010, Kami's life changed, and so did mine. I drove to meet her rescuer, and the back of the SUV opened up. There stood a breathtakingly beautiful white German Shepherd. She stood tall and strong and looked a bit intimidating, but as I approached, she wagged her tail and planted a huge slurpy kiss from my neck to the top of my head. Yup, she had just stolen my heart.
Kami was an amazing soul. She had such love about her, a presence so powerful that she often brought people to tears with overflowing emotion. Kami had a way of making everyone smile, and she taught us all lessons....most importantly to let go of the past and live in the moment.
Kami spent her retirement years as part of our family—first, at the Sanctuary in Loveland, and then in upstate New York when my pack and I moved back there following the death of Kami's foster papa, Paul.
In New York, Kami enjoyed the soft green grass, exploring the fields, and checking out the new scents around her. She seemed to embrace the move and the change. She was sweet, confident, and loved to tease her Golden brother, Pierce; she would go to the ends of the earth to find a squeaky toy and squeak it in his face just to tease him. And Pierce just rolled his eyes and let her have her fun.
In spite of her past, Kami woke each morning happy and full of life! We are thankful to all who donated toward her care, helping her live the best days of her life! Kami went to the Rainbow Bridge on April 3, 2013, surrounded by her loved ones."
Roscoe the Golden Mix
Roscoe was a sweet, 12-year-old, neutered male. He had the sweetest face ever seen, and he loved to kiss you gently if you let him. He also loved to have his ears scratched. He enjoyed being in his foster home with his sister, Ripley, where they played and got plenty of love.
Roscoe went to the Rainbow Bridge in January, 2013, surrounded by the many people who loved him.
One last kiss....
Lockee retired at Izzy's Place when he was 14 years old, after his family lost their home and could no longer keep him. He was a unique little guy and often misunderstood, although he and his forever foster mama had an undeniably strong bond.
He was a happy kid who enjoyed being part of the pack, taking long walks, pouncing through the deep snow, and being hand-fed homemade turkey meatballs. His very favorite thing was to give his mama silly kisses! He'd kiss her all day long if he could!
He didn't trust many people and would growl and snap to let you know, but his teeth were worn down; so he couldn't really do much damage. His bark was definitely worse than his bite! Seeing as he created a little bite-history for himself, though, we decided it was best that he retire with us. (Knowing this feisty boy, he planned it that way!)
When his foster papa passed away in June, 2012, Lockee joined Mama and seven other senior dogs for a long road trip from Colorado to upstate New York. He did great! He rode in one of the trucks with his great Uncle Eric and seemed to adjust to his new life with ease.
He had a large yard at the new home in upstate New York, with soft green grass to run in while he was chasing bunnies and squirrels. He had a really great life with us, and for that we are thankful. Lockee went to the Rainbow Bridge on January 4, 2013. His rescue mama was by his side. We're sure Izzy and all his other pals welcomed him with open paws, and he is now pain-free and young and healthy once again. Thank you to everyone who helped us give Lockee a happy and healthy retirement at Izzy's Place!
Molly the Black Lab
Sweet Molly had a smile that could capture your heart before you even knew it. She could give the best slobbery kisses ever and, since coming to rescue, she knew TRUE LOVE!
Molly had a sad past, but she was very much loved by her rescue family and will always be remembered for her spirit, energy, and smile. She was treated for heartworm disease, overcame anxiety, and learned to love and play and enjoy life to the fullest.
Molly began to show signs of unpredictable behavior and, after extensive testing, it was determined by the veterinarians that Molly suffered from a neurological condition and it was in her best interest to go to the bridge.
She went to the Rainbow Bridge, surrounded by loved ones, on December 19, 2012.
Bless you, Molly. Those of us touched by you are better people for having known you.
Emily came to Izzy's Place in April, 2012. She was blind, suffered from painful glaucoma, and had advanced kidney disease. Someone dumped her on a country road in Missouri. But as her adopted mom says, "We won't hold a grudge against that person because Emily came to rescue, quickly captured our hearts, and was loved by all who had the pleasure of meeting her."
Emily might've been tiny in size, but she was big in personality and courage. Whats more, she had a huge heart that was overflowing with love!
Emily went to the Rainbow Bridge in December, 2012, at her home, surrounded by her family, with love and respect.
Dear Emily, Thank you for coming into our lives, sweet girl. You have forever touched our hearts.
Good looks AND great personality? Yep! Lily is both! She's a gorgeous 7.5 year old Labradoodle, with a gorgeous, soft, white coat of fur, a smile that will melt your heart, and an over-the-top, lovable, spunky, funny personality.
Lily loves everything life has to offer, like car rides, sunning herself on the deck, rolling in the grass, cuddling with her people, and one of her all-time fave things to do is chew on a delicious buffalo bone. She'll carry it all over with her and even sleep next to it. Speaking of sleeping, Lily snores; but it is kinda cute in a way. :)
Lily's spayed, up-to-date on shots, and heartworm negative. She's house trained and trustworthy with free roam of the house while you're gone. One of her most endearing traits is the way she welcomes you home (or even if you just walk back into the room). Her whole body wags with delight!
On the way from Missouri to Colorado, Lily conned her driver into letting her ride co-pilot and even convinced him she needed to stop at McDonald's for a treat.
UPDATE: In June, 2012, the weekend before the big fires in Colorado Springs, Lily went to the Rainbow Bridge. She was suffering from bloat, and although her loving parents took her to an emergency vet, it was too late to save this precious angel.
Stan the Boston Terrier
Jack (L) & Stan (R)
Don't be sad for me.....I am pain-free, running through the fields, chasing the girls, and smiling down at all of you who rescued me and Jack." ~Stan
"I lived a good life. My dad loved me and cared for me for all of my 11 years. When he got sick, another family member promised to take care of me and my brother, Jack. However, he left me and Jack in the basement all the time. We were let out a couple times a day, and sometimes we were left outside all night long.
Mom's relative in Colorado searched everywhere for someone to adopt us both, or a rescue to help us. We really wanted, needed to stay together. One fine day, Izzy's Place learned of our story and helped us. Jack and I got a ride from Kansas to Colorado, and we lived in a really great foster home with two other Boston Terriers—although those girls were a little more spry than we were. But we had a real home, a real family, and lot's of love; so we were going to make it work!
When I got to my foster home, they suspected I was ill; so they got me to a good vet right away. That's when they learned I had an enlarged heart, two masses in my abdomen, and was in late-stage kidney failure. I felt bad because my foster family was sad, but I was glad that I was there and loved. It's the moments like that that matter.
Remember: We never really leave you. We're always looking over you; but we've got others to help, so please don't be sad. On April 17, 2012, I let them know I was ready to meet my dad at the bridge. Tears were shed, but I am finally at peace again, not struggling to take a breath. I knew that Jack was in good hands; so I felt it was OK for me to let go. Dad and I are now looking over Jack and all of you who helped us.
Now....Mag Pie and Clover (our BT step-sisters), you be sure to help Jack out, show him the way, and let him think he's in charge occasionally. Most of all, have fun, love and be loved, and I will always be your guardian angel...mixed with a wee bit of mischief. :)" ~ Love, Stan
Roscoe the Basset
Roscoe the Basset Hound came all the way to Colorado from Arkansas. He's a super sweet boy who never stops wagging his tail. The first time he met his foster-to-adopt family, he trotted alongside them without a care in the world—he knew he had found true love. His foster dad is a truck driver and wanted a pal to join him on the road, and Roscoe makes a perfect riding companion. His foster family says they all love him. How could they NOT?
Sadly, in April, 2012, Roscoe got into the trash and ate something toxic. He went to the bridge while being held in his loving family's arms. You will be missed greatly, sweet boy!
Dudley (formerly Arthur)
A sad stray dog, lost, lonely, confused....we named him Arthur because he reminded us of Dudley Moore's character in the movie. He was a little wobbly, in need of extra TLC, but oh-so-lovable.
He wasn't perfect in the sense that most adopters look for, but he was perfectly imperfect in our eyes—and we appreciated his loving personality and his amazing uniqueness. Each morning, Dudley "talked" as if to say he was thrilled for another day.
He had bad arthritis and a horrible bladder infection—and that was just the tip of the iceberg. But when he looked at you with those soulful brown eyes, you couldn't help but see how precious he was. Thinking no one would want him because of his special needs, we thought he would stay with us forever—and that was perfectly OK with us, as we loved him so very much and appreciated his quirks.
Then one day, along came Linda and Kent. His true rescue angels had found him! It took someone very special to see past his quirks and truly love him as he deserved. Arthur blossomed into "Dudley" when he was adopted, and he grew stronger and more confident each day.
He earned the nicknames Dudley Do Right, Dudders, Duds, and more. Dudley joined his Mom for craft classes each week, quickly winning over the ladies there. He joined his Dad for daily walks, which were a favorite part of each day. He went for water therapy, where he almost got kicked out for pooping in the pool. Yes, that's our silly Duds!
He traveled with his Mom and Dad to Texas, where he met his siblings (both two-legged and four-legged). He was a superstar at the local coffee shop too. Dudley sure did have a most wonderful year with Linda and Kent.
Duds passed away, with Mom and Dad by his side, and is now running around, chasing the girls, and rolling in the soft green grass at the Rainbow Bridge. You had to meet Duds to appreciate him, and we're so thankful Linda and Kent, Rani, and Katrina opened their hearts and home to our dear Dudley.
Izzy's Place welcomed dear, sweet Warren with open arms and paws in February, 2012. He came to us from Oklahoma, where he was found as a stray. This poor guy was emaciated, sad, and lonely. His elbows were calloused and scars adorned his bold face. His calm yet lovable personality soon won over the shelter staff, and they worked extra hard to get him ready for rescue. With good food, daily walks, and lots of love, Warren began to blossom!
Warren, a senior Shar Pei/Hound mix, had a unique, gentle presence about him. He was sweet, mellow, and very appreciative of the love his foster family gave him. He spent the best weeks of his life there, dining on high quality food and special treats and having a comfy place to sleep alongside his best pal, Raisin (a senior Weim). Warren took walks in the neighborhood and loved hearing everyone comment on "what a handsome boy" he was. He knew he had found a real home.
Suddenly, Warren showed signs of illness. He began to decline quickly and was rushed to the vet. We were told he had an inoperable mass in his abdomen. That day, Warren went to sleep surrounded by his loving rescue family. We're sure Izzy and other friends were waiting at the Rainbow Bridge to welcome him to a world with no pain and no hurt....only love and green fields to run and play in....Where Every Day Is A Wonderful Day.
Thanks to an amazing team of rescuers from Oklahoma to Colorado, Warren found a HOME.
Freddie & Frankie
Don't be sad about my leaving; I am only going Home to relax before the next adventure. Everyone needs a holiday. :) My life continues forever, you can be assured of that. I have done well for you. Now it is time for me to move on and learn new things." ~Love, Freddie
Freddie (top) and Frankie (middle) touched many hearts, brought so much love to us all, and even brought together strangers who became lifelong friends. They worked their magic in cahoots with each other, like Abbot and Costello, Zin and Zen, the sun and moon. Later, they were joined by their Golden sister, Frannie, who completed the team known as the Three Stooges.
They sure were a traveling comedy act as they traveled from Cody, WY, to Loveland, CO, then on to Denver, and Colorado Springs, and farther yet--always touching hearts, spreading love and happiness, and making people laugh with their silly antics. Freddie once got a "citation" for not obeying the leash law as he was strolling through downtown Cody one day. He was walking along, minding his own business, carrying his own leash, and the policeman said he was giving him a "warning." The rest of us knew Freddie was the only sheriff in town. :)
Frankie, soon after being adopted, developed a tumor on his right-hind paw. The paw was amputated, and he sported a prosthetic foot with seasonal and holiday decorative socks. He beat cancer many times. In July 2011, the two boys, along with friends, completed the Bark For Life walk in Cody, WY, raising funds and awareness for canine cancer. There, Frankie was awarded his purple heart, his survivor medal. What a proud moment it was for everyone there!
Fiesta Freddie celebrated his 14th birthday in July, 2011. It was a huge extravaganza that was attended by people and doggie friends from all over!
The boys were originally given up as seniors, due to divorce. They were adopted by a very special family who made them the center of their lives. They went hiking in the Rockies, explored Yellowstone, supervised Dad when he went fly-fishing, became famous in their small town, and had the very best lives and the most love ever. What they gave all of us who knew them in return was far more than we could have ever given them. But that's just the way dogs are, right?
Freddie passed away in January, 2012. Frankie was lost without his big brother, and he passed away soon after. Now they are together again, Freddie causing trouble and Frankie taking the blame, just the way brothers do for each other.
"Dear Freddie & Frankie, Thanks for the laughs, the love, and the tears of joy! Thank you for working your magic to introduce me to your Mama and Dad, who are very dear, lifelong friends, who I thank with all my soul for adopting you and giving you the BEST life ever!" Love always, your foster mama Shereen
Maxmillion (Big Max)
Am I not the most handsome boy you have ever met?! Well, I spent the majority of my life as a breeder, and the man I lived with was not very nice. The other inmates thought I was the lucky one because I got to go in the shed every now and then. My dog family and I had a tough time. Then luck came our way! The owner had issues; so got rid of us and we went to rescue!
By then, I was 10 years old, almost blind, and heartworm positive—you know, the kind of dog people would whisper about: "Who would want him?! Suddenly, though, I wound up with this great group of people. They helped me with the heartworm and sent me to a FAB foster home. That foster home knew someone who was just right for me!
So that is me. I lived 2.5 years longer, and it was the best part of my entire life! Being blind made no difference to me—it's the nose that gets that soccer ball, after all! I went to the Bridge on September 12, 2011, and my beloved Mom and Dad were right there beside me. Guess who was my other best friend..........Izzy's mom.
My name was Avery. (Some liked to call me Sir Avery, as I was pretty regal). I am told I was lucky to find not one, but two, new families and tons of fabulous friends when I somehow wound up alone and needing help to get out of a shelter when I was about 15 or 16 years old.
I know I was alone, but I think it was my beauty and great personality that helped me get my forever family! This is me celebrating my new life that I so deserved. If you ever thought a senior dog wouldn't be feisty and fun, please think again.
I cannot figure out who could resist my beautiful face (and "all that" personality) but..........I guess my longtime family decided I was no longer meant to be with them as I was "old." (I wonder.....would they do that to their Grandma or Grandpa??)
Anyway, I was lucky that a great vet and rescue group saved me from being put down because I was "old." Though the rescue did their absolute best, a couple of people adopted me but did not think I was a "fit" for them. I guess they expected I would just sleep in a corner or something. Good grief! I was only 12 years old!!
However, then I lucked out and met a family who appreciated my "pepper"—there was nothing "old" about me! I did finally pass away at 15.5 years old, but my spirit lives on in my family and friends as they now really know what "senior" is all about!!! Bet you will be surprised.......another wonderful friend of mine is Izzy's mom.
Can you believe what a feisty 12-year-old gal I am in this pic? This was the day I was deemed to be "ill" and put down by some people I stayed with; they said I was a bother. Hmmmm. Yah. I don't think so.
Some kind people realized that that was not the case, and they took me to a nice lady's place instead. I ran right in, grabbed the tennis ball, rolled in the snow (ok, I also growled at the dogs a bit—sheesh! Everyone's a critic!), and raced around the yard. My new Mom went YIKES (I was a bit stinky), but no way was I getting put down. My new mom and her friends Adil and Gulmira gave me a bath and looked after me like royalty.
My story is really long, but I grew up in the U.S., moved overseas, and though I had a loving family, there was a lot going on (you know, revolutions and things). Turns out, I had to stay overseas when my Mom had to leave the country. My first Mom looked for help, and I found my adopted Mom and lived to almost 16 years old.
I was left like a "baby in a basket" at my Mom's; can you believe that?! She came home from work one day, and I was tied to a tree in her backyard with a note. Who does that?? I was very lucky, though, as they picked the BEST person in the world to be my forever mom.
I was not a senior (maybe about 2 years old here), but I likely would not have had much luck in the shelter in my hometown because most people wanted puppies—Are they CRAZY??!!
I knew all my commands (at times), and no house training was required! I counter surfed at times (not many, I swear!), but I was just happy to sleep the day away until Mom came home and we went for a walk. (By "walk," I mean I went to the dog beach and herded the other dogs and barked at waves. Woo hoo! Good times!)
Mom really was not planning on getting a dog, but I stole her heart (and many others), and we were together until August, 2008, when I passed away. (I was about 16 years old.) My story is a bit unusual, but I say rescue is always the way to go.
OK. OK. I'm hardly a senior in this picture; it was taken in the 90s, and I was barely two years old. But Izzy's Place said I could still tell my story. To start sad ... I passed away from cancer in 2007; I was 9 years old. (But, hey! My first round with that nasty business was 5 years earlier.)
I was a cute puppy who grew up and then got locked up in the back yard because my humans deemed me to be "out of control." Hmmmm. I guess they did not watch Dog Whisperer. They let me balloon to 100 lbs while I languished in the backyard, with no walks and no love. I was a "free classified ad dog."
Did I luck out that my forever mom read those silly ads?! (Even though Mom knew nothing then about big dogs, and she was a bit dismayed when I ate a love seat. Bwah ha ha ha!) It's okay; she learned.
It took some time, but I finally got her trained, and I became her beloved friend for about 7 years. I did not know Izzy or her Mom, but know I would have loved them. Youngsters like I do need help, but we have a few more options. Always think rescue!