I took Bubba in as a foster from another foster home because he was being a brat. Bubba arrived
at my house and he didn't seem to be difficult. It took about an hour and Bubba decided to act out.
This went on for weeks and then he started to turn around as he started to trust me. I never gave
up on Bubba. Bubba turned out to be the most loving and affectionate basset anyone could want.
He was a beautiful basset who didn't age. In April of 2016 Bubba went paralyzed but with
medication and confinement to a crate he was able to walk again. He was a little wobbly but at
least he could walk and he loved his walks! A year later Bubba became ill and went to the Rainbow
Bridge on May 3, 2017 at 12 1/2 years old. Run free bubbaboo we miss you!
Rhonda and Pat
In August of 2005, this beautiful basset boy came flopping up to my front door with his foster
parents and it was love at first sight. I had intended to adopt a female, but GABR sold me on
this sweet boy. Ever since, Winston added so much joy, love, and laughter to our home and will
be forever missed. We love you, Winston P. Churchill!
Much Love & Sloppy Kisses,
Mommy, Zach, & Jake
Nelson started his journey into our home and into our hearts in 2004. He was found wandering the streets
of Bolcow Missouri and he is now on his final journey across the Rainbow Bridge (July 19)
He was part of our home for 14 years and we no longer can experience the joy of taking him on walks,
watching him guard his backyard territory, digging in the mulch to hide bones, or even of his basking for a
nap in the sun shining through the parlor windows.
In June it was determined that he had bladder cancer. The vet recommended "quality of life" treatment of
chemo and medication. Nelson was a fighter and his spirit was willing to wage war against this terrible
disease but his body could not tolerate the toll of treatment and of old age. We made the decision to end
treatment and held his frail body as he took his last breath.
He no longer feels pain and is probably happy playing with his brother Willie who crossed the bridge 2 years
ago. But our pain has just started and the house is so empty. The tears flow freely wherever we look. I do
not think that even time will heal this wound. But Nelson is now our "Guardian Angel.."
WE MISS YOU NELSON
Carl and Camille Munson
Miley passed away today after a long struggle with an eye infection and cyst under tongue, she
was a great dog, with love and hellos to everyone she met, she loved her family of 7 grandkids,
and was a trooper to the end, she will be so missed our hearts are breaking, adopting a Bassett is
like adopting love, joy and laughter, greatest gift ever .
You were they greatest sweetest stubornous dog we even had the privilege of calling my fur baby,
you loved to walk with dad but it was always your way, always as long as you wanted, and if dad
stopped to talk, as long as the person petted you, talk on, all you favorite places are missing you
this am, in front of the stove where you were close to the food, your chair, and my heart. You
loved to travel to Florida every winter, it was great to see all the other dogs and bark your
wonderful howl, and talk to me and tell me all about your walk who you had seen and who had
given you a treat. You were sick 9months with a cyst under you tongue and it infected you eye till
we had to take it out which got infected and we just couldn't keep you with us anymore, it wasn't
fair to you, We miss you more than words can ever say, love you Miley Jo the prettiest girl I know,
Thurman Willie Mays Hayes McMillan
Thurman came to us from our local Humane Society. We had recently lost our senior basset,
Penny, so the group knew we would welcome a new basset that needed a home. He was
underweight and scared of everything, but we could see that devilish look in his eyes that you know
all bassets have. It didn't take long for him to fit in with our family and other dogs. He became the
leader of the pack. He was a star whenever we took him out. Besides being a basset and loved by
all - he was black and always attracted a crowd! He loved the "star" treatment! During his life with
us he was pampered, treated and loved.
We lost him to an enlarged heart. I can't wait to see him again because losing him has left a huge
hole in my heart! Love you T-Dawg!
Pascha Pete, our ito boy, was our Foster from GABR.... for about 10 seconds, he was so frail, and
abused, we couldn't trust anyone else to love him. He came to us afraid of the world, and knowing
no love, but when I arrived to pick him up as a foster, he ran across a crowded vet office straight to
me, never stopping..... he knew I was his mom, and that He would never feel a hurtful hand again in
our home... we got to spend the next 10 years with our little boy, and we miss him so much, but
now he has gone to his sister Lulah, where they can play and run free together... Thank you Peter,
for showing us what unconditional trust and love feels like. we love you always.
Yesterday, we had to say good by to our beloved Zoey. Carolyn and I adopted Zoey and littermate
brother Hector from GABR nine years ago. We were told, we must take them both because they were
so bonded. There was no question, instant love. They were three when we got them from a loving foster
home, and we eagerly drove them to their forever home in Indiana. They were nine of the best years,
but Zoey just aged and we knew it was time. Our hearts are broken and I can hardly bare it. The Vet
came to our home so we could peacefully say good by and hold her while she passed away. Hector was
right there and he will live out the rest of his life with love. The only way to show Zoey is with her brother
before she was too sick.
We had to say goodbye to our handsome Smeagol today. He lived nearly 15 years, about 10 of them with us. We adopted
Smeagol from GABR in fall of 2008. From the moment I saw him on the rescue website, I knew it was meant to be. Before I
even met him, his adoption profile and picture oozed of sass, independence, and loyalty. It was love at first sight and he
blended in seamlessly.
Smeagol lived with a fur-sister and 2 fur-brothers. I love all my animals. I've had to make this tough decision in the past,
and I will undoubtedly have to in the future. This one though... this one will have been the hardest of all. Smeagol and I had
a connection. He was the dog that was always there for me, always with me no matter what. Smeags was always very
intuitive with me - if I was upset, crying, had a hard day - he would find me and crawl onto my lap. Whenever I came home,
he ran to greet me and put his paws on my shoulders to "hug" and nuzzle when I knelt down. He was also all I had during a
very rough period in my life. That faithful basset and his big, red ears got me through a lot of long nights.
Though he was a challenging fella at times medically and behaviorally, his antics, baying, and goofy personality could
always make us smile. He was my heart dog. He was worth every penny and moment spent - from addressing his
seizures, separation anxiety, and mild lifelong urinary incontinence, to countless emergency vet visits when his hound
nose got the best of him and he ate something he shouldn't have. :P
I can't fathom life without my #1 boy and I'm a little lost without him. He was ready, though. Smeags was to the point where
he just wasn't enjoying life much anymore. He lost the majority of his sight and hearing and was very much in his own
world. His accidents indoors had increased dramatically as well. While we still got a tail wag and a snuggle once in awhile,
he slept most of his last months and days away and was sadly withdrawn from us. Car rides, walks, and barking at the
neighbors were his favorites... :) He didn't love those things anymore because life outside his familiar home now made
him nervous. We decided to let him pass while he was still content and while he was not yet experiencing any physical or
mental suffering. It wouldn't have been fair to delay this decision just because I needed him here. He enjoyed hours upon
hours of cuddling the last few days, and his favorite treat of fresh bananas. He was incredibly loving and peaceful in his last
minutes and laid down in my arms. We're absolutely heartbroken. So, until we meet again... You won't have to fight for your
spot in the sun anymore, buddy. You won't have to move around the living room as the afternoon fades, trying to find the
perfect place. You'll have all the sunshine you could ever want.