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Sweet Dreams Samson

Monday, 15 December 2008 19:05 by robbi

Our sweet, beautiful, brave Samson is gone. His fight is over.

Most of you probably already know this by now, but I have been unable to write anything until today. Though even now I am sobbing.


We never knew Sammy as a healthy dog. I wish I had – he must have really been something in his prime. Considering how stubborn and resilient he was even in sickness, he must have been a force to reckon with when he was healthy. We jokingly called him our little boxer. His front legs and neck were pure muscle. They had to be considering his poor balance. Richard would sing “So You Wanna Be A Boxer” from Bugsy Malone to him. His eyes would light up and his tail would wiggle. He was happy here. And loved. We were a family. I know he never had that before and it gives us great comfort to know that we were able to give him a loving environment that he could call his home.

As is always the case, we really were hoping for more time with him. We knew his brain tumor would eventually take him from us, but we still weren’t fully prepared to let him go. He began having seizures a few months ago which we knew was a sign of the tumor’s progression. But he hadn’t had one in a while so we thought we had more time.


On Wednesday, Dec 3rd he had a restless night and in the morning he was not right. He perked up a bit as the day went on but wasn’t 100%. Thursday morning he was worse. He had suffered a stroke. He seemed slightly better Thursday night but then Friday morning he was worse again. He stopped eating and drinking. He seemed to decline as the day went on. That evening he had another seizure. His breathing became increasingly labored. The spark had gone from his eyes. It was time.

Friday night, surrounded by those who loved him, he went peacefully into that good night.

He was a beautiful, spirited boy. We were so lucky to have known him. He has touched our lives deeply. I miss him terribly but know that he is at peace, finally able to run again and breathe easily.


Thank you Sammy for sharing your life with us.

Goodnight, Sweet J.J.

Saturday, 8 November 2008 20:34 by Robbi

Our beautiful squishy-faced boy J.J. is gone. He has left us to join Alfie, Lilly and Winston at the Bridge.


I cannot begin to explain how much we loved him and how much it hurts right now.

From the first moment I saw him on the Homeward Bound Rescue's website I fell in love. When I met him for the first time I literally lost my breath. He was beautiful.


That squishy faced covered in gray fur captured my heart. His demeanor and mannerisms only deepened my infatuation. He was stubborn and cantankerous. We teased him about being a grumpy old man. Yet underneath he was an extremely loving, devoted boy. Every night he would wait for me to come to bed and then snuggle up next to me, "spooning" with me. In the morning he would stand up at the edge of the bed waiting for us to take him downstairs for breakfast. He had this pitiful, high-pitched whine he would make as he waited for his dinner. He then would make the biggest mess as he noisily chomped down his meal. He would follow us around the house and lie down in whatever room we'd settle. If we moved he would walk around the house looking for us, with his tail down. His eyesight was very poor and we'd have to shout to let me know where we were. As he'd come close we'd reach over and touch his head. His little tail would curl up and wag and he would then sit down, content that he was near us. If I went upstairs for anything, he would sit at the foot of the stairs staring up. If I took a while before coming down, he would settle himself on the bottom step to wait. As I'd come down he's sniff at my foot to make sure it was me and then jump off the step to follow me around.


I'd lift him up to lay next to me on the sofa at night and he'd rub his face all over my leg or arm. Then he'd lay down, content to touch us but never really wanting to be in our laps. The only time he would tolerate that was if we would cradle him. Then he would relax and fall asleep. At bedtime we would carry him up the stairs and place him back on the bed where he would wait for us to join him.


J.J. did not give kisses like our other guys do. We were warned about that from his foster mom Gail. She had him for a year and never got a kiss off him. I would grab him and pull his gorgeous wrinkled face up to mine and cover it with kisses. He would half-heartedly push away and snort loudly as a protest. But he'd come back for more.

Snorting on Momma 

If I stopped and put him down he would reach up with his front paws to tell me he wanted up next to me again. It had to be on his terms and I didn't mind the slightest. I had the best cuddles from that little guy. His contented snort when he found just the right position up against me at night made my heart sing. I don't know if he realized the amount of joy he brought to us. We told him every day that we loved him and we know that he understood. He was happy here. I am so thankful to know that. My arms ache to hold him again. But my heart is full of love.


Cuddling with Richard

My sweet, beautiful J.J. - we love you and are so thankful for the time we had with you. Thank you for sharing your life with us.

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Happy Howl-o-ween 2008!

Wednesday, 29 October 2008 20:25 by Robbi

Yep, it's that time of year again. Time for the annual Clafton Clan Costume Contest! Charlie will be defending his title this year and I have to say he has some tough competition. Judge for yourself!

Charlie Bee

How cute is Charlie in his Bee costume?????

Cuddly Bee

Denny was dressed as a Pirate....

Captain Denny

Though he refused to keep his hat on!

I'm Not Keeping It On!

Maggie was a Sorceress!

Maggie the Good Witch!

While Samson played Cowboy.

The Name's Tex...

J.J. was dressed as a fiery dragon!

JJ the Dragon

Actually he was more cuddly than fiery.

Puff the Magic Dragon

Which leaves our Phoebe who was a Pretty Pretty Princess!!!

Princess Phebes

I think I enjoyed her costume just as much as she hated it. (grin)

Aw Mom!

Yes, there was a lot of bribery going on to keep these guys from ripping everything off. In fact the majority of our photos show the kids looking upwards, drooling.


But I think we managed to capture a few good shots. Now how to decide who is the winner!?!?

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Charlie Turns 3?????

Friday, 10 October 2008 20:26 by Robbi

How can that be? He's my puppy! My little Charlie Bear! He's not allowed to grow up.

Charlie Bear

Oh well, time marches on I guess. My little baby boy turned 3 years old last Tuesday. Hard to believe. (sniff)

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