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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
July 3, 2005 Jesse, Thomas, James and I embarked on a 14 hour road trip that somehow turned into a
pounds of red fur in a pink baby blanket for the ride home. From the moment we brought her home she
fit right in. From the $.05 bouncy ball that cost $2,000 for a bowel resection to eating all of my
homemade Christmas pies, Ginger kept us on our feet. To this day, I don't think we have ever been
loved watching her creative ways to open the fridge, climb on the kitchen table, push kitchen chairs
around to climb onto the counters and most recently pulling off the tablecloth to gain access to
delicious leftovers. She loves her brothers and sisters and would gladly be a pony or a step stool in
exchange for a belly rub. Sure she was a stinky ball of yeast that slobbered and left fur everywhere,
but she was our soft and beautiful first little girl. Solicitors would run when they heard her and visitors
worked so hard to prepare. Ginger is now free from pain, eating all the pies and burgers she wants in
heaven and I am sure Stuart was waiting to greet her on the other side of the rainbow bridge. Until we
meet again my sweet little girl.
Rest In Peace Ginger Luann 5/25/05-7/28/17

Erica Price-Mora
Big Pete,

Our second GABR. Simply a wonderful dog, who will be in our hearts forever.


Patricia & Darrell Latva
In 2015 we adopted Mazie (May) from GABR, but one month earlier came Cooper from another
agency. Cooper was 5 when he came to us. A longer haired, soft sweetie, he and Mazie made
quite the pair. They reminded us of Archie and Edith Bunker. Two months ago, we had Coop
to the vet for a wellness check, and the Vet found what they later called "grand scale,
extremely aggressive lymphoma". He estimated 6 months.....but in six weeks we had to let him
go. Poor Mazie seems lost without him as do Jan and I. Coop....you were our handsome guy,
our soft sweetie and you were always a good boy. I held you as you passed and it broke my
heart. We'll see you at the bridge big guy! We will always love you!

Doug & Jan Cummins
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Zoey was my second foster for GABR. She came to my home in the late spring of 2014. She was
insecure at first, and it took her a couple weeks to settle in, but she quickly became part of the
family. I decided to adopt her after the 2014 waddle; she was in the adoption tent, and every time I’
d leave the tent, she’d start barking, but would immediately calm down when I came back. She was
very playful, loved her walks, and loved sleeping near me. She was a couch surfer from the start,
and also loved watching out the front window, sometimes barking at the squirrels. She loved playing
in the rain and in the wet yard, but hated baths, but always thought that being dried off with a towel
was the most fun part of getting wet. Zoey went to Rainbow Bridge on May 19, 2019. We miss you
“Zoe-Zoe”, and you’ll always remain in our memories and hearts.

Love John and Neal.
Fawn was my first foster for GABR. Fawn was a previous GABR alumni, whose owner
surrendered her back to GABR. I took her into my care in 2014, when she was 9 years old, and
knew within two weeks that she was a permanent part of the family. She was my first of two foster
parenting fails. From the moment she arrived, she became my little shadow, following me all over
the place. Several people referred to her as “daddy’s little girl”. She had a sweet disposition,
and a very boisterous bark and howl. She was a Bagel (her Basset mother was a GABR alumni
who gave birth to Fawn while in their care), and the beagle came out in her bark. When she was
excited about something, she’d hop up and down. She’d announce her presence whenever I
took her for a walk, and never failed to greet me at the door. Fawn went to Rainbow Bridge on
June 9, 2019. We miss you Miss Fawn-Fawn

Love John and Neal.
We adopted Spotty on December 9th, 2017. He was 13.
After we had him for about a month, it was clear that something wasn’t quite right – even at 13.
We successfully had him diagnosed with Cushing’s Disease and he was treated daily with 70mg. of
Veterol.

We were able to take him on vacation with us to Daufuskie Island (off Hilton Head) over the week of July
4th. He is an excellent traveler, and our rental home was equipped with an elevator (phew!!) He was
able to dip his feet in the Atlantic Ocean – and walk on the beach – and take rides on the golf cart with
his beloved family.

Spot saved us after we lost our 13 year old lemon, Rocky Bal Basset. Spot was a joy to be around –
always smiling and always wanting to help. He helped us as our Adrian Loretta crossed the Rainbow
Bridge in March of 2018 (we adopted Adrian aka ‘snoopy’ from GABR in December of 2005 – she was 9
months old – and was the perfect bonded companion to Rocky who was 18 mo. old at the time.) Along
the way, we failed with our last foster, Madeline – who is doing well, albeit sad that her Spotty didn’t
come home last night.

On our way home from the Hospital, there was a rainbow bridge in the Eastern Sky. Not an arch. No rain
nearby. Just a bridge saying, “I’m here mama. I made it safely. It’s just like you said it would be. Please
don’t cry. I’m happy. I help. I go. I do. Love, Spotty-doo.”

Thank you for the tireless work you do for our bassets. I just wanted to share with you how much we
loved Spotty – what a tremendous hole he has left in our lives over the past 15 hours – and how we
saved each other.

Love,
Marlene Brauchle