12-23-1998 ~ 10-10-2009
puppies and could no longer financially cope. She gave up three malnourished 8 week old puppies and their
Being a fairly new foster home, we offered to foster all three pups - two girls and a boy! What an
undertaking...we were not prepared. Fortunately, the two girls were adopted quickly, but the little boy seemed to
be a bit too calm and we were afraid he might be a bit sick. We unknowingly were falling in love with this boy,
and in retrospect, he chose us the moment he walked into our home. When a call came in that there was a
family interested in adopting him, we completely caved in and decided to keep him. As it turns out, that
wonderful family adopted both of his parents.
From the moment Tonka walked into our house, he was our precious little boy. No sweeter, more loving, more
cuddly dog has ever lived. Tonka was not your best example of Basset Hound conformation (we often joked that
he was the exact opposite of what a Basset should look like) but the love he gave us could not compare.
Tonka made it to 11 Waddles (he wasn't born yet at the very first one) and is the namesake of the very
successful fund raising team Team Tonka. He was also the hit of the Chicagoland Family Pet Expo at Arlington
Park every spring. He loved to "Woo-Woo" at the crowds and then lay in the aisle to be petted by everyone that
On October 10, 2009 Tonka succumbed to a very short lived but incredibly aggressive cancer in his spleen. His
passing was unexpected and difficult to comprehend, but we take solice in knowing that he did not suffer. He
leaves behind two grief stricken moms, and a pack that consists of BJ, Daisy Mae, Rocky and Junior. Everyone
Tonka represented everything that GABR is about. He was a terrific "spokesdog". His legacy will live on.
I will never forget the day I was reading about Droopy (who's name was changed from Clue) on the
web site. I immediately fell in love with him even before I drove to meet him. My mom had told me one
for me. My mom, dad, and I all piled in the car as we drove out to meet Droopy. I remember him
running up into my lap, giving me hugs and kisses. I knew then that I was taking him home with me.
Droopy went everywhere with me. He was constantly by my side. I knew that he had been abused and
abandoned by his previous owners so Droopy and I worked hard to get through his anxiety issues.
Over the course of time, I was able to bush his teeth and brush him. He was a very friendly dog and a
wonderful companion in my pickup truck. He would go everywhere with me.
The hardest part about saying goodbye was knowing that he will never be near my bed as I sleep
watching the hallway protecting me. Even his other forever brothers, Sammi and Dodger, miss him
too. He was the oldest of the three and now Sammi is the oldest. He misses eating breakfast with
Droopy but now gets both doggy beds to himself!
We all know that for 10 years, Droopy had a wonderful forever home and was loved by his family and
his family's friends. We all miss him dearly and we are forever grateful Droopy came into our lives.
We love you and miss you.
The Kleager's and Dodger and Sammi too!
Just letting you know that Momo departed to the Rainbow Bridge on Wednesday, October 14. She was
lived 16 years and 3 months. Her vet was telling me that she had made a liar out of him for predicting the
end too soon.
The dog sitter thought that she was napping and noticed that she was not breathing - it was that quiet.
When I rushed back from work within 20 minutes, she was still very warm. I cleaned her, took her to the
backyard where she reigned for the last decade and had a little awake within the family. She was such a
sweet, gentle family member who helped me survive through the divorce and other human problems.
She always waited for me with forgiveness, when I was away every so often. For me, she was the home
itself in America.
In your prayer, please celebrate her long life, probably one of the longest among the bassets. We have
tentative separation, but we'll meet again when my time comes (I'd better be good).
Love from Momo and me,
On June 9th ,we were given the honor of fostering a 9 year old pup named Mildred. When we
Matilda, but went along with Mildred because that’s who she was. She was always a bit of a
loner even with our two other bassets and our husky.
After this year’s Basset Ball, we were asked if we would be Mildred’s permanent foster parents
and to this honor we gladly said yes. Mildred liked walks with the other dogs on weekends when
Dad was home. She also helped with Sunday breakfast; eating french toast, pancakes or dry
cereal. At dinner time, she would jump and look like the flying num. Having Mildred in our home
was a great honor – she asked so little and gave so much. For this, Carol and I will always be
thankful to GABR. Although we only had her 16 months, Mildred is and always will be missed.
Carol, Al, Aunt Pat, Lacey, Sammy, & Zeus
I was so lucky to be entrusted with Butter and her mate Rocky who I received from GABR in October, 2004.
Billed as "The Greatest Love Story of All times, Like Romeo and Juliet, Like Sampson and Delilah" on the GABR web site, these
two lovers could not be separated.
GABR tried to separate them. Butter went to Beth Ridgeway's in Indianapolis; Rocky went for fostering in Peoria. After 3 days of
not eating or laying down, it was apparent to the foster mommies that Rocky would not and could not live without Butter. So this
solitary lady opened her home to this 10 year old boy and 9 year old girl. The first night Butter jumped in bed with me asserting
herself as the Queen of the threesome, with me somewhere in the middle and gentle Rocky definitely the beta. We lost Rocky
in October 2006 after he got very sick with a bad heart.
When Rocky died, I was scared to be with Butter alone. She was so self-contained and so dominant she rarely asked anything
of me. My fears were quickly dispelled though. Butter became fiercely loyal to me. She was my protector, barking and growling
at anyone who came near. Soon no one else mattered; she saw only me. Several years ago at the basset bash amidst a sea of
free roaming bassets, a friend commented that Butter started panicking because she couldn't find me. I had gone to the food
area to drink a soda. Butter finally found me and waited for me in front of the food area gate, starring at me the whole time,
making sure I did not leave her sight until we were reconnected. She never did see any of the other hundreds of Bassets.
In January, 2007 Butter was diagnosed with a transitional cell tumor of the bladder. By July, 2007 it was so difficult for her to
urinate that the vet recommended euthanasia. I took Butter to an alternative vet in the area and for two years Butter thrived on a
clean diet, acupuncture and Chinese herbs. She was completely symptom free and peed like a dog!
Butter became ill again in July, 2009. She developed renal failure; for 4 months I gave her daily subcutaneous fluids and carried
her up and down the stairs.
Butter and I continued through her last 4 months to bond deeply, it was as if we were one. I was totally devoted to her.
Butter, I loved you for your strength,
I loved you for your fierce independence,
I loved you for grace,
I loved you for your non-conformity,
I loved you for having as many puppies as you did and being so saggy,
I loved you for how you only saw me,
I loved you for how you loved me.
Rest in peace my dear, dearest girl.
I shall love you forever.
I shall never forget you.
I pray you and Rocky are together now for eternity.
searching for his rightful owners. Less than a week later with no reply, I took him into the vet to discover he was of
it. He snuck in our garage and that night I couldn't kick him out. The next day, I cleaned him up and started were
too many to take on full time. We were later contacted by his former owners but after speaking to them and Since
adopting him, Louie has enjoyed music festivals, pet parades, and any events he could go to. He loved to chase
his much faster brother and sister around even though he could never catch them. He was constantly by my side,
I couldn't as much as do laundry without him following me downstairs. He loved to do 'the move' and get his
tummy rubbed by anyone and everyone he encountered.
A month ago, he developed intervertebral disc disease. Being that he was 12 years old, the vet recommended
against surgery. We tried medication and thought that we were going to get more time with him but after two
rounds of it, realized it was too progressed.
Louie made me laugh every day and will be missed by so many. This picture of him was taken just a couple of
months ago when he crawled in my friends guitar case to take a nap. We think it would make a great album
Nick, Ri, Samson, and Deliliah
Timmy (a/k/a Bowser) came to us in November 1998 from GABR. He was one of a large litter abandoned at a vet's
office. He must have had a hard time getting enough to eat as a pup, because he would always inhale his food--he
He was quite a challenge in more ways than one. He had a bad case of separation anxiety during his first few years
with us. He could escape from crates, even if they were padlocked! And no food was safe unless it was inside a locked
cupboard or refrigerator.
However, he did settle down eventually. He and Ron won first place in a Power Napping contest. He passed eight out
of the ten tests for the Canine Good Citizen test, and he was always good with young children. He loved us, and we
loved him. He will always live in our hearts, and his exploits will be the stuff of legend.
Until we meet on the other side, Timmy,
Ron & Pat Bellinger, and Beulah
We adopted Roscoe 10 years go in August. When he came to us he was only 35 lbs. and very afraid of men but he
took to my husband right away. We started out fostering him but decided to keep him and it was the best decision I
made. He was a wonderful companion, he loved going camping with us, going on long walks and just sitting in his
mommy's lap. He will be missed by many of his friends at Fish Lake Beach as we took so many walks everyone new
Roscoe. He crossed over the rainbow bridge on 12/10/2009.
arrrrr wooooo my buddy. I love you.
Kathy and Jim Marsh
Gator came to us in September of 2005. My husband and I were looking on the GABR sight and saw Gator (Jethro). The
call. He contacted GABR and they came and got him. They fed him, nursed him and then put him up for adoption. At that
him. Gator has filled our lives with so much love and devotion, and at times the most stubborn basset. Gator always got
what he wanted just by talking to us. He voiced his opinions quite often. Every morning he would announce his dad
when he woke up as if to say OK we are up now what is for breakfast. Speaking of food, Gator's favorite treat was
McDonald's plain double cheeseburgers. Yes McDonald's. Gator knew that the golden arches was the place where he
got his special treats. When we would take him out for a ride and would drive past the golden arches he would let us
know that we were passing his favorite place up.
Gator loved to sit in the chair with his dad and watch TV. He was the perfect pet anyone could ask for. This fall Gator was
diagnosed with lymphoma. Our hearts were so broken, But even though Gator was getting worse he always wagged his
tail when we were around. Gator passed away on December 1, 2009. It was so hard for us to let him go. Gator will
always be in our hearts. Gator was one in a million and there will never be another one like him.
AUGUST 16, 1993 - APRIL 5, 2010
JAKE CAME TO US WHEN HE WAS THREE YEARS. WHEN JAKE WAS SIX HE WAS HIT BY A CAR. IT WAS A LONG ROAD, BUT AFTER
SURGERY TO REMOVE HIS BACK LEG HE WAS NOTHING IF NOT BETTER THAN BEFORE. HE WAS VERY SPOILED AND LOVED HIS
CHEESE AND FRENCH FRIES WITH KETCHUP. JAKE WAS ALWAYS FULL OF ENERGY AND LOVED TO RUN AND PLAY. HE LOVED
HIS FATHER AND THERE WAS NOTHING THEY WOULDN'T DO FOR EACH OTHER. WE FOUND OUT IN 2007 THAT JAKE HAD
CANCER. IT WASN'T BAD AT FIRST WITH GOING IN TO THE VET TO REMOVE HIS TUMORS OCCASIONALLY. IN THE LAST YEAR HE
WAS GOING EVERY TWO WEEKS TO HAVE TUMORS CUT OFF. THE CANCER PROGRESSED AND WENT DOWN INTO JAKE EAR AND
WAS ALL IN HIS BONES. WE SPENT OUR FINAL HOLIDAY WITH HIM ON EASTER TRYING TO MAKE PEACE WITH OUR BEST
FRIENDS LIFE COMING TO AN END. ON APRIL 5, 2010 JAKE BECAME VERY WEAK AND WAS TAKEN TO THE VET. JAKE PASSED
AWAY PEACEFULLY AT 1:00 PM. WE LOVE HIM AND MISS HIM! HE WOULD HAVE BEEN NINETEEN YEARS OLD IN AUGUST.
LOOK NOT WHERE I WAS
FOR I AM NOT THERE
MY SPIRIT IS FREE
I AM EVERYWHERE
IN THE AIR THAT YOU BREATH
IN THE SOUNDS THAT YOU HEAR
DON'T CRY FOR ME DAD
MY SPIRIT IS NEAR
I'LL WATCH FOR YOU
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
I'LL BE THE ONE RUNNING
NEW FRIENDS BY MY SIDE
SMILE AT MY MEMORY
REMEMBER IN YOUR HEART
THIS ISN'T THE END
IT'S A BRAND NEW START
BY CAROL K.