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"Vous vivrez toujours dans nos coeurs."

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Sometimes a dog or cat we try to save passes away before being able to be helped or it is too late to save him or her.  Averil very kindly and compassionately has the body cremated at her Pet Friends, and scatters the ashes respectfully and reverently on this lovely special piece of land on her property, for Gerdy as a voluntary favour.  

This is a special resting place for the Gerdy’s Rescues animals, a lovely peaceful lake of protected wetlands. Gerdy has never had the body of an unloved or unwanted  dog or cat disposed of.  Every life is sacred,  we at Gerdy’s see that no animal in our care leaves this world alone, unwanted, and unloved and without a friend at the end of life. 

And because of Averil, their dignity is preserved even in death, sometimes the only kind and decent  thing they have ever had done for them.  Our gratitude Averil and also that of the sweet angels you have memorialized for us.

From all of us at Gerdy's Rescues, we thank you.

Tubby, you were my buddy, my Big Guy, and my best friend. I will miss your warmth, your love, and your cuddles.

I will miss you waiting at the front door from me to come home, and miss waking up to find you curled into my chest, purring, and shedding the first ray of sunshine on my day.

I love you eternally.

Sean

Carbone (Unknown – July 20, 2010)

Words are not sufficient to express what you brought me during your short life.

When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were a kitten of 8 months. In fact you were an adult cat with FIV and Gerdy told me about all the problems you went through courageously.  Also, Gerdy said that you would not do any harm to my other cats and she was right. Then, you became part of our big family. Your story had touched my heart and I never regretted my decision.

Since you left for cat’s Heaven on July 20, 2010, I like to remember all the good moments that we shared together.

Last fall, my tenant/friend Lina has found an injured kitten (approx. 3 months) which was crying for food. The following day, he was brought to the vet to be checked and he had surgery on his back leg.  As she could not keep him, I decided to adopt him.

Today, he has fully recovered.  I have also discovered that he likes shrimps, beef, egg yolk etc. In fact, he did steal from my plate a full sized shrimp. I like to think that Carbone (Roger) is now re-incarnated in Piwi and with no FIV.

You will be not be forgotten,

Michele

He was an injured young puppy, flown down from up north, with pelvic injuries.  In spite of the best care possible, it became necessary to do the ultimate kindness to spare him further suffering with problems that couldn’t be fixed.

We had so looked forward to him being eventually adopted by some wonderful family but it was not to be, not this time. RIP little one. 

A leash that is USED can prevent a tragedy of this kind.  If you love your dog, USE THE LEASH, do not allow to run free.  Protect your dog, he doesn’t know any better, but YOU do!

Gerdy’s Rescues & Adoptions

It is with the deepest sadness that we announce the passing of Butsko, taken suddenly from us due to necrotic pancreatitis and peritonitis after 8 years of love and attention in our home. 

He was a champion table and couch surfer, lover of long naps and an endlessly affectionate male orange tabby. Soulmate to his people, loved by neighbours, especially the ones upstairs and the people in the apartment next door. Loved by his catsitters. Not so much loved by the beautiful and sultry black feline from across the alley, Mademoiselle, who repeatedly snubbed his advances year after year, although Butsko never let it get him down, as he continued gazing at her through the window with longing.

Butsko came to us by way of the Westmount Cat Lady, after having difficulty finding a home. We took him in, and within a few minutes it became obvious that Butsko was an ideal companion whose affection and beauty was endless.  

Those who could ever doubt the power of animals to provide love, emotional and physical well-being to their human friends should know that Butsko was like a natural anti-depressant when his people had the blues, snuggling up especially close during the hard times.  

Cain, you brought so much joy and happiness into my life.

You were the sweetest, happiest, most beautiful creature I’ve ever known.

You will be in my heart forever my sweet little girl, my baby, my angel.  I love you forever.

Sean

Dear Friends,

Sorry that it took me so long to respond but I felt overcome with emotions when I read your e-mail. To think that little Orlando, or as Gerdy introduced him to me, affectionately, dear  "Litl'Bastard", started his life abused in Montreal, was rescued by you and ended upin beautiful San Francisco with me.

Quite an amazing life he had... Gosh, I miss him so much. He was my little guard dog and protected me to no end. I will never forget that he attacked an intruder in my apt at Le Plateau... scared the crap out of the guy, wouldn't let go of his arm. My hero. 

I released his spirit in the San Francisco Bay where he will always be free of pain and sorrow and only know love and be close to me.

He LOVED the ocean and the beach...

With much love,

Ane

From GERDYS:

Ane—We are sorry to read about Orlando’s passing, you gave him such a good life, you really did, the little monkey was not the easiest dog in the world but you were the BEST mum to that loveable brat (at times) and we remember him so affectionately, he was quite the guy.  

Again, we will remember Orlando and you, all you put up with in him and you did make him so much happier, he loved you and the love was mutual.  Orlando left big footprints on our hearts for such a small dog!   

Big hugs for all you did for him,  Gerdy, Judy, Roger, Sandra & Ed

I'm very grateful to Gerdy  for introducing me to AMBER. I met Gerdy  several years ago when I adopted my dog from the SPCA Monteregie. 

Gerdy  was always very helpful with Amber who was the best thing that ever happened to me.  Sadly, Amber passed away at home this past Monday at 14 years of age.  Just proof again, that shelter or rescue dogs make the best friends.

Amber sure was my best friend for the past 14 years! 

Wendy

Jackie was one lucky dog - found wandering as a stray and saved the day before she was set to be euthanized. From the day I brought her home she fit in like she had always been a part of the family - I never had to crate her, she never barked, tore anything apart or got into trouble.

I could bring her with me anywhere; she was just one of those dogs who loved everyone and was loved by everyone in return. She was aggressive towards other dogs but mellowed out later in life, and even had a handful of doggy friends. 3 years later, she was diagnosed with hip dysplasia but still got on pretty well.

Her good days outnumbered her bad days, but in the end her hips got the best of her one day and she could no longer walk. She had her family and friends with her during her last moments on this earth - and surely she had lots of friends waiting for her on the other side.

She was only with me for 4 years, but words cannot express the void in my life since she's been gone, she was truly an old soul and a treasure of a dog and will be sadly missed but joyfully remembered. Until the day we meet again, I'll miss you most of all. 

Love, your earth mom,

Amanda

Our beloved Jericho Braveheart, who used his handicap to bring love, affection and reassurance to those who needed him most.

There was never a day that we didn't learn something important in Jericho's company.

Within us, you are home, darling boy.

Abigail Anderson, James Goodman & his pals Kali, Ghizmo, Piper, Minn and BenBlack

ZACK (Nov 01, 1999 to Aug 17, 2011)

To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though in as much as he had four legs, a tail and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.

Zack was the most loving soul one could ever be fortunate enough to meet. We were truly blessed to have shared almost 12 years of his life. Although our heart are broken, we can smile when we think of all the wonderful moments together. He filled our hearts with love and joy! And all of our days with happiness.

He will forever be missed....

Your Mom, Dad, Charlie, Minou, Balou, Peanut and Lea
xoxoxoxoxox

This photo was taken a couple of days before you passed away at only 4 years of age.  We tried to keep you with us longer with chemotherapy treatments that did not affect your quality of life but they were not successful, only serving to give us time to adapt to the fact you would not be with us much longer, to prepare you for your passing and to kiss you just one more time.

Always in my heart, your Debbie

In memory of Hank

We believe that if our Hanky-Panky could talk, he would have wanted us to advise all the friends of The Doggy Guest Room that he passed away from a sudden and brief illness on Monday, June 13th.

Our valued friends, John and Casey, referred to The Doggy Guest Room as Hank’s Place, and we now know they were most certainly correct.  Hanky always greeted his guests with enthusiasm and never neglected his duties while showing our doggy guests the rules of the house, while at the same time keeping them company and playing with them.  We are certain he will be missed by all, human and animal friends alike.

Hank was given his name by Gerdy’s Rescues when he was found on a busy downtown Montreal street, suffering from Heartworm disease.  Once recovered, he found his way to our home and we have been grateful for the love and devotion he has provided us with over the past 4 ½ years.  In memory of Hanky-Panky, we are asking those who can, to offer some assistance to the shelter of their choosing so that other dogs like Hank will be afforded the opportunity to live healthy, loving lives and be provided the opportunity to share their wonderful gifts with caring human beings.

LINDA CONSTANT and MAURICE COLPRON

C'est avec regrets que nous vous annonçons le décès de Socrates le 18 avril dernier. Socrates a été un chien magnifique, un compagnon de vie qu'on n'oubliera jamais. Il nous a donné 3 années remplies de bonheur et de fou rire. La maison est vide sans lui.

Nous tenons à remercier toute l'équipe de Gerdy's rescue pour son dévouement et son support.

Marie-Edith, Bertrand, Loryane et Mini xxxx

Dorothy Elizabeth Bond 

December 18, 1930—April 2, 2011

“Gone but not forgotten”

Gerdy’s Rescues and Adoptions are very grateful for all the help for spay/neuter provided to us by Dorothy over the years through her foundation,  The Bond Foundation For Animal Welfare.

Dorothy did so much for abandoned cats and dogs through spay/neuter, and over the course of time Dorothy helped with the sterilization of THOUSANDS of cats and dogs in rescues and shelters as well as spay/neuter/release of homeless cats. 

Dorothy was a tireless worker who dedicated her life to the well-being of abandoned animals.  Dorothy will always be remembered by Helen, Gerdy, Judy and Roger, all Gerdy’s Rescues Volunteers, and her dear friend, Michelle.

Percy Greiche 

September 5th, 1998 - February 22nd, 2011

(photographed on his 12th birthday, Vermont 2010)

Dearly beloved constant companion and soulmate to Sarah and beloved family member to Raouf, Emlyn, Leila and Georges. Also very loved by young Audrey and her mother Jessica.

Percy leaves a very big hole in all of our hearts for all the love and devotion he brought to all of us for all those years.

We all shared such wonderful times with him – snowshoeing in Vermont, the stroller on the quiet path, trendy fashion in the best places – both canine and human; his favourite toy the cigar smoking boston terrier he shared with Raouf. He let Oscar into his life when he was 5 and shared everything with him generously and with sacrifice.

Percy loved his gourmet food and was always elegant, warm and gentle. He also was a very sociable dog and loved to tour and to meet people along the way – at the hairdresser, on Greene Avenue, at Mona Moore; other dogs at the Summit in his earlier days…. Percy loved lived very fully and gave so much. He has touched all of our lives with his spirit so profoundly, We all love you forever, dear Percy.

Sarah and family

Percy was valiant and proud soul and endured his difficulties with great aplomb as testified by Diana Browne who took wonderful care of him during his last year on many occasions:

"Your dear Percy was truly special. I know so many dogs, few as good hearted, as generous of spirit or as downright feisty. I really don't think he knew he was small! And didn't he make us laugh, swelling our hearts with his kindness and affection. So many memories...

Even when his health was deteriorating Percy met each day with enthusiasm, sharing this spirit of adventure with those around him. I believe it was a lesson he was meant to teach us. Perhaps you can take some small comfort from the knowledge that, thanks to your diligent care, he lived a long and very full life."

Diana Browne, Montreal

PIXEL - Passed away February 7, 2011

The summer of 2009 I had dyed my bangs bright pink and given Spencer a bright pink mohawk. (Okay, so it turned out more like a pink head than a mohawk and some people never forgave me but I digress.) When we met Pixel at an adoption event someone had kissed her on the head and left a bright pink lipstick splotch on her bangs. Clearly it was meant to be from the very beginning.

It took her about 3 months to recover from her past and regain her strength and confidence but once she did she was a force to be reckoned with; a tiny bundle of attitude.

She never learned to play with other dogs but learned to be tolerant of them – gave them a good 20 to 30 second threshold to sniff her before snarling at them. It didn't matter if it was a chihuahua or a mastiff; it was the same to her. In the dog park we witnessed many a large dog run from her in fear.

She learned to trust and love Spencer and learned a lot from him about how to be a dog. She also stole everything she could from him but in return he was "You want it? No problem. It's all good." (Peace, love and all that. Spencer - my hippy-dippy 60's dog.) My heart warmed whenever they would snuggle up with each other for a nap.

She loved food but particularly LOVED cheese. She hated walking when it was away from home, loved walking when it was towards home. She didn't mind the cold of winter, hated the heat of summer. She liked to be brushed but disliked getting a bath. Her favorite toy was a pink mouse.

She would be the first one to any door and would turn around in little circles while waiting for Spence and me to get there. Turn, check mum's progress, turn, check progress, etc. Sometimes I would stop just to see how long she would go on doing it.

She loved to lie on my tummy when I was watching TV or reading. She would put her tiny little head between my breasts or stick it in my armpit (?!) and go to sleep. I could feel her tiny little heartbeat on mine and I know that some of you won't understand this but it was the closest feeling I will ever have to understanding what it is to be a mother.

Some of her nicknames were "baby-doll" and "doll-face" but most often she was my little "Doodlebug."

My friend's husband Eric said it best. Spencer and Pixel were frequent visitors at their house and last weekend he said he didn't like seeing her so quiet. He said it wasn't right, that she had always had a presence, someone whose statement was "I AM HERE."

Well, she WAS here. And she will ALWAYS be remembered.

Thank-you Gerdie for choosing me.

My love to all.

Naomi

Both were rescues; in both cases from good people who could no longer look after them. Our beloved Jake lived fifteen years with us and died after long palliative care so well deserved.

Winnie joined him after Jake had been with us for a few years. From day one, they played together, swam together and slept on the same cushion when it was cold.

They were totally devoted to each other becoming over the years, a lovely old couple. When Jake died, Winnie lost her will to live. And, around his grave in the garden – I could hear her say: "Wait for me, I'm coming".

She died two months later, of a broken heart. And now, side by side, they rest, together in death as they were in life. I hope they are together, wherever it is that good dogs go.

We first met this wonderful and gentle big Husky before Gerdy’s Rescues was formed, he was a 5 year old who was brought to SPCA Monteregie, a no-kill shelter, and dumped there as a wee  a pup.  No one ever wanted him, he was passed by for 5 years. 

Eventually he became a greeter dog, meeting people outside who came to adopt the dog of their dreams, but sadly, no one ever chose HIM.  So he continued to greet, get a pat, and walked away before he could be bypassed again—he knew the drill. 

Then one day, a lady named Ruth who had a shop called the Trading Post, told us that her beloved old dog had passed and she’d like another similar dog but not a pup as she was getting on in age.  Shown Bo’s picture, she instantly said “I want BO!” 

We took Ruth to meet him and he sniffed her hand and walked away—as usual.  “Bo, I’ve come to take you home with me!”  she called out to him.  He did not believe he was indeed leaving until a leash was snapped onto his collar.  So he lay over the doorsill until his adoption papers were signed, and drove home, licking her hand. 

Bo had Ruth for a wonderful 5 years more, until Ruth passed away from cancer.  Before the end, as she lay dying in hospital, the family requested Bo be brought to her to say goodbye, and the request was allowed.  Her hand was placed on his neck, then she passed. 

Bo attended the funeral, as he was given over to Gerdy’s Rescues by then, and we took him to honour Ruth’s wishes he be at her funeral.  He behaved with dignity and stoic manner even though he knew his beloved Ruth was gone.  He spent his last 6 years at the home of Danielle, in permanent foster care, for which we sincerely thank her.    

Bo lived to see 15 years and we have no doubt that Ruth was there to bring him Home, together again at last.

"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life, gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are." - Unknown

Our dearest Zoey,

We miss your energy for life, passion for tennis balls, caring nature and gentle heart. We will never forget the unconditional love that you have given us over the short lifespan that you lived. You will forever be in our memories as the most wonderful friend any woman or man could have. Until we meet again!

Trish and James

She came to us on a cold winter day in 2003....a tiny wisp of fur weighing 3 pounds with icicles on her chin. We set about pampering her and making her a part of our family and fattened her up to a cuddly 10 pounds. Puppy, as she was named because she followed me around like a little dog, was a beautiful little cat....very fuzzy and always proud to show off her teddy bear haircut that Nicole the groomer would give her.

Puppy was always underfoot and would howl miserably when walked into, but would never consider actually moving out of the way! Goodness forbid it was ever her fault to be in the way....clumsy humans! At the end of each day she would gladly cuddle on or near her people to soak up the love and adoration!

Unfortunately though Puppy's life was not a long one, she had a significant heart murmur and recently had become ill and lost half her body weight...after 2 months of trying to mend her  we made the very hard decision to let Puppy go into the misty underbrush in search of little birdies and mice where there would be no more suffering.

Hero was a 4 month old puppy. Likely a Lab mix, he had come into the SPCA after being hit by a car. He was sent by the SPCA vet on arrival there to the DMV vet clinic for x-rays which determined he was suffering from a pelvic bone fracture. He was then taken back to the SPCA -- for 5 days he was not treated by the vet there other than being on pain medication, and after 5 days had past, the vet decided he needed further medical treatment. But there was no money to treat further by the SPCA, then Gerdy's Rescues were called and asked to help.

Gerdy's Rescues took over the pup's expensive and extensive care at DMV emergency vet immediately, without thought to cost, figuring that we could go public and cover it, the point being to get him medical help immediately and worry about cost later. His name was Hugo, but thanks to Colleen and Bob, our volunteers suggestion, it was changed to HERO—and Gerdy's Rescues became the wind beneath HIS wings!

In spite of all the tests done at DMV--, all the blood cultures taken, and supportive treatment—Hero continued to fail and no definite location was found for the massive infection that ravaged his little body. Treated with antibiotics, his raging temperature came down, but his body was failing the huge heart's desire by Hero to stay alive. He fought with every ounce of strength he had left, to LIVE. We visited him, his beautiful chocolate eyes would open and look at us, we'd take one of his paws in ours, and he would move his other front paw and put it too in our hand. "Thank you for helping me," was what he communicated. We had such hope that he would make it. But his wee body started to betray his great determination, -- lungs filled with fluid and other happenings. 

We HAD to let him go, the DMV emergency vet we spoke to told us it could go to $10,000 and beyond, and that they had no idea what as he was suffering from and nothing was helping and he likely would not survive, but it was not the cost that made us quit, it was Hero starting to suffer that made us quit. He was quietly and lovingly put to sleep, Judy holding him in her arms and Gerdy soothing his brow.

Life goes so quickly when the body is young, Hero passed, and we were devastated. We felt we failed him. In the end the DMV doctors decided that Hero was in such a state of starvation when he arrived at the SPCA, he would have needed immediate emergency care for it, instead of 5 days later. The irony of all this is that he would not have needed surgery after all, but have recovered from the break on his own, such was the injury. Hero has been cremated by PetFriends, and his ashes will be scattered on the beautiful and restful grounds of Averil Robinson. Our thanks to PetFriends for these kindnesses to Hero.

A gentle reminder to those taking in a starving dog—this is an emergency situation, and requires immediate vet attention. A starving dog cannot process food intake, it is not a matter of just feeding good food. The body is in starvation mode and that NEEDS vet care right away for supportive treatment.

Hero, we were the wind beneath your wings, but now you are our inspiration—the wind beneath OUR wings, a Blessing to us, because you in your short life had such a big heart despite being starved by someone,-- a dog forgives, a dog loves with all his heart, and a dog never forgets a true friend. If only all humanity lived accordingly, there would be no need for rescue organizations. Now in your new World, there is no cruelty, no hunger, and all is love and beauty. Truly a dog's life. You are Home at last. Rest on peace, dear Hero. You were loved dearly by us all.

Gerdy's Rescues & Adoptions

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MY HERO

I never met Hero, but I know I would have loved him anyway.  He had come to be known only as the “injured puppy”.  As I could not accept that this was to be his legacy, I named him Hero - a name befitting this brave soldier.

Hero was robbed of his youth at only 4 months when hit by a car.  He never got the chance to know all his new friends who loved and tried to comfort him during his last few days.  When all attempts to mend his broken body had failed, Hero was released from his pain and suffering.

Hero, you have made a special place in the hearts of all who knew you.

Sleep well my friend!

Colleen & Bob - Gerdy’s Rescues Volunteers

August 2, 1996 - April 30, 2010

"My sunshine doesn't come from the skies, it comes from the love in my dogs eyes." Anonymous

Sammy was our Sunshine!

She was 13 1/2 years old and in such beautiful physical appearance. People who met her were shocked that she was that old; they would say she looks like she is so young. She had that aura about her.

Then three weeks ago after discovering a large tumor in her chest near her heart which caused her to breath with difficulty. We made the emotionally difficult, yet humainly right decision to no longer let her suffer.

With the compassionate care and support of our amazing Vet. Dr. Elkin Sito we chose to say goodbye to our beautiful girl. We are very sad and heartbroken to have lost such an amazing companion.

She was so sweet, beautiful, and completely loyal; the best kind of friend a human can ask for.

In spirit I feel her all around us. She will always be in our hearts. She will forever be remembered.

Real name: UNKNOWN - Sheltie of age: UNKNOWN - Time spent trying to survive: UNKNOWN.

UNKNOWN  except to Jill who rescued him, Averil who got him to a vet, and Gerdy’s Rescues who took on the expense of his care in vain hopes of a miracle saving him. UNKNOWN but for his caregivers.

It all started at a cottage when Jill was horrified to see a  bare resemblance to a dog trying to climb her front steps as best he could, his once beautiful long fur gone, he was almost naked.  He was just looking for shelter from his suffering, he had obviously been outside wandering for a long time and just collapsed at her feet.  Dreadfully upset at his appearance, Jill called Gerdy who had helped her before, she still had her number.  Averil was contacted and took on the effort of getting him to a vet when most vets were closed.  Everything was done to save him, but we learned he had too many problems to survive and was suffering.  We had to have done the kindness of relief from all his suffering, with broken hearts that it was too late—all too late for this dog who licked the hands of his saviours in gratitude. 

SOMEONE had cruelly and without a heart, dumped this dear boy far from his home.  That person HAD to know his loyal little dog would die of exposure, the elements, predators, starvation.  HE DIDN’T CARE!  He just didn’t have the decency to take him to a shelter, a rescue, or even tie him in a safe public place where he’d be seen.  No, this inhuman being just released him in a cottage- country setting and let him fend for himself for a time we can only imagine.  What did he eat?  He was skin and bones.  He didn’t find much, that was apparent.

At the vets, he was wrapped up in blankets-- as with no coat left he was cold-- he was tenderly treated.  Everyone hoped for a miracle as time passed and determination of his condition and prognosis was done.  Everyone had come to love this little dog who was like a baby. 

When it was not to be, Averil Robinson of PetFriends was with him at the last, here is what she has to say:

“Our poor wee soul. He passed away in my arms tonight wrapped in his Lambykins blanket.  He was so sweet, gentle, trusting and so ill. He had testicular cancer that had gone to his prostate, blocking his bladder so it could not function. He had been out on his own for a long time. Severely dehydrated and almost starved to death. He was cared for by the Hawkesbury Animal Hospital who gave him excellent medical care ,warmth and love in the 5 days he was there. There was nothing to be done that could save him. Tomorrow he will be cremated wrapped in his own Lambykins  blanket, and I will spread his ashes on protected land. You can forward this update to anyone who has been concerned . Gerdy’s  Rescue will cover the vet bill, any donations in Jackson's memory would be greatly appreciated by Gerdy. She never hesitated to give him the best care and never questioned the cost. It has been a very sad day for everyone.

Averil”

Well, Jackson, you ended up with a wonderful STRONG name, many friends you never had the chance to meet as well as the ones who were there for you.  You will never be UNKNOWN again, because none of us will ever forget you. You are in our hearts forever.

You can finally truly Rest In Peace.

Our dear and beloved BEAR passed today April 18, 2010, released from his suffering after suddenly developing the auto immune disease, Masticatory Muscle Myositis. His system had betrayed him, attacking his ability to be able to  chew or open his mouth.  We did everything possible to save him but it was not to be. 

Bear had been adopted, we were so happy for him, — he had a few days with his new family before being returned for treatment at our vet.  We thank the dedicated staff at St Lazare Veterinary Hospital for their devoted and expert care of dear Bear.  He was loved wherever he went by anyone who ever met him.  He had true charisma!   Very loved by former owner Jennifer.  Bear enjoyed 2 recent events very much—participating in the Hudson Pet Fair in March, and walking with other Gerdy dogs in the first St Patrick’s Day Parade in Hudson.  How he enjoyed himself—feeling very important and proud, being cheered and getting nice remarks as he met people he walked by—a wonderful good will ambassador for Gerdy’s Rescues. 

Ed, of Chez Sandra Chalet et SPA , was with him at the end to comfort him, and Sandy from Gerdy’s Rescues.  Big dogs often  have even bigger hearts, the Gentle Giants of this world, who leave something of themselves which is never forgotten.  Bear was one of these special guys—who got along well with other friendly dogs be tiny or big, cats, kids, and adults alike—all were welcome in Bear’s big space of a world.  Bear, you left awfully big pawprints on all our hearts.  You left this world being truly missed by all who knew you—you lived a good life to have had so many love you. 

We miss you, Big Guy

November 26, 2002 - March 26, 2010

I Only Wanted You

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
in death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Love Mommy, Daddy and Eric

Cookie passed away after a short  bout of pneumonia after she came to us.  It  had  started as kennel cough (Bordatella) when we got her.    We had taken her into our rescue with the hopes of finding a Compassionate Placement for this dear 10 year old girl who still had so much to offer in love and devotion despite being given up by her family.  We had taken her picture all ready to be on our ADOPTIONS.  Sadly, this was not to be, and her picture is here instead. Her death was swift.  Let’s make dear  Cookie’s life count for something!

PLEASE have YOUR dog vaccinated YEARLY for Bordatella, (kennel cough) ESPECIALLY if you frequent DOG PARKS or other events where dogs congregate.  It is HIGHLY contagious amongst dogs and can be a killer—don’t take Bordatella for granted! 

Bordatella can quickly  move to pneumonia, especially if it is the newer more virulent strain that is now becoming common in shelters and pounds.    It can move  very fast to a critical stage.   For those of you who feel it is just a little “dog cold” and don’t bother, you may end up with your beloved  dog paying the ultimate price.  Think of Cookie-- vaccinate for Bordatella, and hug your dog!

Cookie—you will live in our hearts and memory, dear brave girl.  All of us at Gerdy’s Rescues and Adoptions  March 22, 2010

The Little Daisy

Sweet, and precious Daisy, though you suffered in the hands of apathy for the first eight years of your life, you went silently, and courageously over the Rainbow Bridge surrounded by love and compassion. You will never be alone anymore. Rest in peace my girl.

Hugs, Nicole

Our NESSIE passed over to the Rainbow Bridge early morning of March 7, 2010.

Nessie was born on Dec. 10, 1998 and spent her first 6 years with a family in Ontario.  They loved her as much as we did but due to a new baby in their lives, they had to find a new home for Nessie.

That's where our luck came in and she adopted us as her two new daddies.  She was so wonderful.  We felt very very privileged to be a part of her life.  She was our very own Loch ness Monster whom she was named after.

She went on her own terms, being a stubborn Scotty!  She just layed on her side in her favorite chair and just asked us to be with her in her last moments on earth.  Nessie was surrounded by all her family, Richard, Duane, Siméon, Missy & Ginger-ale.  She was 11 years young.

We CHERISHED and LOVED her immensely and will miss her dearly.  We always will laugh thinking of the time she chased a porcupine up a tree.

Bandite [June 13, 1986 to April 26, 2004] was a gentle soul who blessed our family with his unconditional love and companionship, and with many lessons of a fine character and good nature.

Daniel

My little LeRoy.  He was shot at when he was a pup, leaving him with three legs for the rest of his life.  He started his life with a man that adored him and when he died, Dave left a trust fund for LeRoy.  Thats when he came to our house and quickly found his way into our hearts.  Always full of love and wanting to ride in the car.  As he got older, he preferred to follow Dozer around, guess he felt safe.  LeRoy, the first one in bed at night and the last one to get up in the morning.  You're nickname was Scoobie and I loved you with all my heart.  Please find Merlin and wait for me on the other side.  We miss you.  Peg, Jeremy, Dozer, Spartacus, Chloe, Wyatt, Isabelle, Lucy, Minny Me and Kosmo.

Peg
 
Gerdy’s Rescues would like to add that Peg adopted all our 3 AMIGOS BASSET HOUNDS together. People have read about this on our website and newsletter.    She and Jeremy have given abandoned and neglected dogs a wonderful adoptive home from their area, and have also adopted our dear CHLOE basset hound, who is currently undergoing her heartworm treatment there.  When no one wanted the 3 Amigos nor Chloe, Peg came through for them, she and Jeremy are truly ANGELS on EARTH.  When we get heartsick over the needless suffering we see, we look to people like Peg & Jeremy and others to get the heart to keep ondoing what we do. LeRoy had the BEST in them, and no doubt has found Merlin for a joyful reunion.

This beautiful girl was the light of my life.  I first saw her at my son's home when she was a year old in Chicago.  She had been left alone in their apartment lobby and they took her in.  She grabbed my heart from that day.  My son moved to San Diego (he was in the U.S.A. Navy) and they had their first child there. 

I flew out and helped them move across the country to Virginia and fell in love with Velvet again.  Shortly after Baby Ben was born my children felt Ben was allergic to cats so I had Velvet flown to me, to be mine from that day forward.  She was nervous and frightened when she first came to me, but with love and patience she turned into the beauty you see. 

She gave me years of joy and comfort and now that she has gone to Rainbow Bridge, my heart aches for her.  Everywhere I look I see her happily curled up in a favourite chair or basking in a sunny spot or waking me with her purrs or jumping on my computer desk just for a hug.  The void she has left is deep and I will love and miss her forever.  Rest in Peace my precious girl. 

I love you,

Mom

Roxy my dear, sweet angel

On March 2008 she found her way into my home and directly to my heart. From day 1 coming into my home she was living her own battle, that battle was cancer. You would have never known, she was a fighter, fighting every step of the way to stay with us, and to bless us.

Finally on Oct 27th 2009 at the young age of 6 her body could no longer keep up with her spirit. On this day, I said my sweet good byes, and looked into her eyes. You are a fighter, but you no longer have to fight, be free my angel. She may be gone, but she will never be forgotten, she has helped me in more ways than I could ever repay her for.

I miss you Roxy, Your spirit will live on in my next rescue.

In this photo you can see her spirit to live, till the day we said good bye she wanted her cookies.

Sadly missed by Karen

In loving memory of my dear friend, WENDY GALE CLAXTON, who passed away from melanoma cancer September 18  2009 -- I will miss you and your bright smile, I will always remember your activities in animal rescue and all that you did for them, the good times we had, the laughs we shared, the support you gave me when I lost my mother. 

You were the Best, Wendy!

Love Gerdy

And thanks to Galileo the Golden Retriever  for representing all the animals in Wendy’s compassionate life, at her funeral service September 26, 2009, South West United Church, Verdun, Quebec.

Dear Patchie, we loved you so much.  You were the most wonderful little companion we could have asked for.  Although you were so tiny, your gentle good-nature and unconditional love took up such a huge place in our lives. 

You were adored by extended family.  Despite your small size, you shared every aspect of our lives and we never felt that your tiny size precluded you from being an active member of our family.  We remember all the fun we had with you during our many camping trips, canoe rides, fall hikes, and even winter outings.

You joined us literally everywhere we went and were the most well-behaved, gentle, quiet little girl.  We were so proud of you.  We will see you again in paradise, sweetie, and our love for you will never end.

The cutest dog ever made such a huge impression on us on July 4th 2009.  His name was Jack and he was so handsome that we just had to take him home that very same day.  He was incredibly nervous and afraid of almost everything.  Lots of people said he would take a few months to settle in. 

Well, that was not the case at all.  Jack bonded with us after only a couple of weeks, letting us play with his paws while on his back.  He could run so fast and change directions in a flash.  He was extremely playful and loved his long walks.  He just had to stop and meet everyone that was out.  We only had Jack for just over 2 months but this loveable dog quickly became part of our family. 

When we discovered he had cancer, we were devastated but we knew we had to see him through it.  He did not have a very long life, only 2 short years.  We hope we made him happy for the short time we had him. Thanks to Gerdy, Sandy, and Sandra for their dedication to these animals in need.  Although we will miss Jack tremendously, we are grateful that we had the opportunity to give Jack the chance to experience a whole lot of love.
 
Jack,

We just wanted to let you know that we love you so much, even when you nipped our ankles when you would play with us. We wanted you to have the best life possible, because it's what you deserve. We hope that you're lying down in some nice cool grass with thousands of jars of peanut butter for you to lick all you want and tons of space for you to run. We love you Jack-O.

Rookie died at age 5 years of advanced untreatable HEARTWORM that so enlarged his heart with masses of worms that any hope of treating him was of no use. This noble, sweet natured German Shepherd was put to sleep by a compassionate  vet in the presence of Gerdy,  Judy, and Roger—his only friends.  Rookie went into a household as a pup, and at some point a child developed an allergy to him.  So how did they handle that?  They simply removed the dog from inside the home to the outdoors where he lived, never seeing the inside of the home again.  He was never taken to the vet—EVER!

Even when his eyes showed obvious signs of encroaching blindness, never did he see a vet.  They would have found out he had Panis, a congenital gradual blindness often seen in German Shepherds—but with treatment can be much delayed in progressing if caught early.  They could not have missed seeing his sight failing.  So left outside bitten by mosquitoes, in an area known already for outbreaks of heartworm in Quebec, this poor dog didn’t have a chance as he had no heartworm preventative given to him, ever, in all those 5 years.   

We were told when we were  asked to take him, they had a chance to sell to a puppy mill and a back yard breeder (apparently neither of who cared if he passed his blindness  or heartworm on to puppies and other dogs).   They wanted him to have a “good, loving home” so they asked Gerdy’s to take him on, which we did.  At the time, we noticed his eyes looked strange and we were concerned with possible blindness.  We would not have euthanized for blindness.  Blind dogs can get around just fine, and Gerdy’s has the most compassionate of adopters, our human angels.  But it was the heartworm, incurable. 

This beautiful, graceful, wise and intelligent boy—how hard it was to say a final goodbye, when we had been so full of hope in finding him a loving family so he’d be an indoor boy after all for the rest of his life.  Because of sheer neglect his life was cruelly cut short. Goodbye Rookie—run through the fields of Heaven, strong of heart and swift of foot, your suffering over, -- we loved you so! 

Our deepest appreciation to Averil Robinson of PetFriends for compassionately  having  Rookie cremated, and placing lovingly his ashes in a beautiful and restful site where Gerdy’s Rescues animals- without- homes rest, at last, in true peace and dignity.    Averil has always done this without cost to Gerdy’s for which we are very grateful.

To My Master

I explained to St. Peter,
I'd rather stay here,
Outside the Pearly Gate.
I won't be a nuisance,
I won't even bark,
I'll be very patient and wait.
I'll be here chewing on a celestial bone,
No matter how long you may be.
I'd miss you so much, if I went in alone,
It wouldn't be Heaven for me...

My Randy passed away quietly on Sunday last, I miss him so much. I hope to meet him again one day. Rest in peace my best friend. 

Seymour

Our Beautiful Atticus

In rescue our main objective is to help animals that are in distress, broken, abandoned and discarded.  Atticus was one of those unique souls that needed us so desperately to give him hope, attention and much needed love.  Atticus was a regal young man that was found and never claimed for reasons initially unknown.  His appearance was impressive but his disposition and character was as soft and delicate as a dove.  He was trusting, loving and yearned for affection filled with gentle caresses and kisses.  With us he received everything that he required and more. 

Our wonderful vet did everything that she possibly could to save Atticus but his troubled body could not be mended.  His organs failed however his spirit remained in tact.  He was a warrior, he was brave and in the end, he is very much loved by all those that met him.

Atticus was with us for only a short time but his presence will last with each and every one of us for an eternity.  He is one of those souls that remind us in rescue why we do what we do.  He gives us the strength to continue when we tire or question our place in this world.  Atticus and many like him deserve to be remembered and honored.

We wish to thank all those at the clinic and of course our vet who took special care of Atticus.  We also wish to thank Pet Friends for ensuring that Atticus will be respectfully remembered where his ashes will be set free by the lake, in tranquility.

Run pain free and wild dear Atticus.  You will always be remembered by Gerdy and her volunteers.  Bless you dear friend and thank you for being such a wonderful companion.

To commemorate the passing of my mighty bull, BOSCO, who was rescued at the age of 6 weeks. He lived a wonderful life at Teja’s Animal Refuge, and on January 19 2009, Bosco was helped peacefully over Rainbow Bridge. 

Nicole Joncas

REMEMBER ME! 

Remember me always, but do not grieve for me too long.

I have tried always to comfort you in times of sorrow, and have made every effort to add joy to your life.

I never wanted to cause you pain.

Peace for me is certain now, and I suspect I will have eternal sleep in the earth I have loved so well.

Please, after your period of grieving for me, make room in your heart for another.

You are the kind of human being that should always have a friend like me to love.

Your kind and gentle heart should not be wasted on my memory for too long.

Give your love to another.

I know your new friend will never take my place, because we had something very special.

It may not be quite the same, but a new devoted and loving companion will, in time, become special in their own way.

You loved me very much, and I loved you.

My spirit will always be with you, and no matter how deep my sleep, my grateful heart will always remember you.

(Author unknown)

“Please remember Oscar next time you are tempted to buy a cute pup in a pet store” — Gerdy

We mourn the needless passing of a parent dog from a puppy mill—a nameless dog, unwanted, unloved, used for breeding only, in one of over 2000 such places in the province of Quebec.

There are many Oscars still out there suffering from untreated medical conditions such as the one that finally took Oscar’s life, uremia. Had he been seen by a vet in time, he would still be alive—but millers do not take dogs to vets in the first place, they get rid of them. Sometimes they “allow” a rescue organization to come and take the old ones, the ones worn out from breeding—with their rotted teeth and numerous ailments. Pet stores should be made to show the pictures of these enslaved parent along with the cute clean offspring on display.

We don’t know much about Oscar really. He was a Yorkie of about 5 pounds, and was “older”—no one knows or cared. He did not want to die, he wanted to live and tried very hard to with the help of the emergency team of DMV. He was blocked with crystals and was never treated. He was allowed to display symptoms that should have been an emergency visit to a vet—but he was denied that. In indescribable pain, he was allowed to suffer until he could no longer move, and whimpered for relief. In the end, his wee body could not stand the massive infection, and we had him humanely put to sleep, with his friends at DMV to hold him. Averil Robinson, of Pet Friends, took his wee body for cremation and spiritual scattering of his ashes.

Wee Oscar in the end, had a name, had friends who loved him and mourn his passing, and we will miss him. We knew him only for a day, yet he is a part of Gerdy’s Rescues little ones we shall never forget. Please join us in the fight to get rid of puppy mills in the name of Oscar and the countless victims like him who have died after years of suffering as did wee Oscar. 2000 puppy mills!! We have a long way to go, and can’t afford to rest.

Peace at last, Oscar, our “Little Toughie”. May you not have died in vain but serve as an inspiration for others to see no dog suffers like you ever again, someday soon.

–All of us at Gerdy’s Rescues

My little buddy Whiley died suddenly October 27, 2008 after nine great years together. Playmate to canine friends Kermit, Bear, Little Foot, Skidder, Catherine and Buddy, and feline pals Cally, Toby Master General,  Nana, Cricket, Hobo and Cheese.

Where to begin? If I am truly honest I’ll say Whiley is the reason that little dogs often get a bad rap. He was that annoying little ankle biter who barked at everything that moved simply because he could. Most people referred to him as ‘bad’ but I prefer uncompromising. He was a big dog stuck in a little dogs body and he let everyone know it. The only dog I know to have been banned from two pet grooming salons, unwelcome at dog walks, dog parks and any social event that required some show of obedience on his part. In his younger years he was the dog that would literally eat your homework, he even devoured my passport before an oversees trip.

Whiley was original and didn’t conform in the least. He taught me to take people as they are and accept what we cannot change. There was certainly no changing Whiley, and he foiled all attempts at any form of training. He was a deep dog and had a way of staring into your eyes with so much emotion. You just knew if he could speak he would have so much to say.

Whiley was full of life and was curious about all that was around him. He was constantly exploring the world, all senses in use. Whiley was always by my side and slept snuggled up with me every night. He was such a great friend and I miss him tremendously.

Always loved and missed,

Tracy Batchelor

In memory of Bertha, the Pekinese who passed being loved at last

The following is a very difficult memorial for us at Gerdy’s Rescue.  We want to honour a little 10 year old Pekinese that was nameless and in desperate need of rescue.  Bertha was found alone, cold and lost.  She did not run away as she could barely walk 10 steps.  She was badly matted and her nails were curled and piercing her little pads. Gerdy was contacted to help this little soul which we eagerly agreed to find her a home where she could retire without worry, without pain, without ever being abandoned again.

Bertha deserved a forever home that would show her the love and commitment that she never received.  Upon arrival that day, Bertha was welcoming and gentle.  Her clouded eyes full of promise and her willingness to walk, heartwarming.  We spent time with Bertha as she would curl up in our laps enjoying our gentle touches and kisses. 

While in our arms, Bertha’s little body gave in.  She took a turn which we did not expect.  With heavy hearts we knew that Bertha was tired and that she could go no further.

We want to thank our good friend Debbie Groves who gently helped Bertha over the bridge as she went with compassion and dignity.  Bertha was a Gerdy’s Girl and Bertha has a name.  May God Bless you.

Dear Gerdy,

We lost our beloved Tamba on October 23rd, 2008 to cancer and internal bleeding.

I still have the adoption paper your Watchdog Committee gave us dated May 7th, 2000. On the paper under instructions, you wrote "Lots of love, she's got lots to give." Tamba certainly did that and so much more.

She will always be a treasured memory for us for all the love and joy she brought into our family. Tamba loved people despite what we think was a terrible existance during the first year of her life. She got along well with other dogs and through her, we have met people like you and many other dog lovers, and for this I thank Tamba.

Keep up the good work Gerdy, so dogs like Tamba get a second chance. These dogs have so much to give for just a little love in return.

Thanks,

Brian and Susan Howard

Note from Gerdy: 

Tamba went from a life of misery to the life that all dogs deserve—security, love, and respect. We shall miss seeing her pass by on a walk, and visiting us at garage sale fundraisers—to cheer us on for the sake of others like her who need a family. Tamba always waited patiently as we “talked dog” before her walks continued. Because of this wonderful family, Tamba enjoyed a good life. 

You will be missed by all your friends, Tamba, we were all Blessed by your presence in our lives. Run free, run fast, without cares or pain, age or infirmity, in that Place where we will meet again someday. You will be missed.

Hector, beloved Bassethound of Roger and Judy Cameron, on September 17 2008, was gently helped from his pain at age 8 years.

Hector was a rescue dog from SPCA Monteregie who came into our life at age 1 ½ years old. Hector was a noble boy, and did a tv commercial on railway safety—donating his earned fee to the SPCA Monteregie who had taken him in, so they could help other dogs. Hector loved his comfort and took up our space on the sofa—keeping his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to see us staring at him expectantly to move over for us. Hector was a very loving boy but was quite vocal if he didn’t want to do something, a real grump, he could doggy-swear very well! But eventually gave way. He loved his family, and liked nothing better than to be close to us, whether watching tv or going for his beloved walks—but never in the rain, he hated to get his feet wet! The highlight of Hector’s walks was to be fussed over by children and their parents, he loved his fan club, especially Dan.

Grudgingly tolerant of foster animals coming in and out of our home for Gerdy’s Rescues, Hector was always glad to bid them adieu as they were adopted. A master food thief, he specialized in snatching pizza, toast, and sandwiches in a split second off plates of distracted guests and us. 

His buddies Murphy and Josephine will miss him sharing our home. Was a buddy to our cats Frankie, Blossom, Joy, and Little Red. A loving cousin to cats Spike and Teddy. He was met and helped across The Rainbow Bridge by our dear Meg and Charlie. He will be ever remembered by Roger and Judy Cameron and family

“I could have missed the pain, but I’d of had to miss the dance.”

Thank you Hector for the time we had with you. We were Blessed.

Mummy and Daddy

In memory of Sammy

Thank you for finding us in the park that day so many years ago. We will always love and think of you."

Kelly, Bruce, Bea and Cowboy

After having been blessed with having Duke in my life for four years and nine months, he passed away peacefully in my arms at 12:34 this afternoon. I feel completely lost without him. 

He was my constant faithful support through oh so many changes... Words cannot express the loss - I just want him back. But, he has gone to a better place.

Maybe one day If I am worthy enough, we could be together again for eternity... I will miss and love my friend Dukie until the end of time.

Brian & Punky

Our hearts go out to Bassethound Rescue of Quebec on the loss of their CHARLOT, a rescued Bassethound who had been assigned a job as a guard dog on a property, and consequently spent his time all seasons, not in the joyful company of a family, but alone, cold, and without love. He was saved by the rescue group and found a happy place to recuperate and learn just to be a dog again, in the company of other dogs, at Chez Sandra Chalet et SPA. 

Charlot slowly learned to trust people again and enjoyed the company of fellow dogs. His horrible heavy coat began to look better and better. Sadly, his years of outside living took their toll on his health, and he was in a pain that could not be helped, his life shortened by a purpose totally unsuited to his short hair and tender heart.

At the end of his life, he found friends who cared for him who did their best to make up for the terrible neglect he had suffered, and it was a pleasure to go over to speak to Charlot, who stood expectantly waiting for his words of praise which were music to his ears. We will never forget how happy he became knowing people cared about him beyond belief. 

His life was a hard one but he reveled in the time he had at the end. Charlot is a reminder to us all that no animal should be living like this in Quebec in this day and age, to suffer alone year around, in a job he was not born to do. Dogs are not a replacement for electronic security systems, and a cold doghouse is not a home in our winters.

Rest well, Charlot, the ache in your body and bones gone, your heart strong for the chase, your face filled with the eager joy of play, and run the hills of Heaven with boundless energy—live there, Friend, the life you missed on earth and deserved to have. Your pawprints are on our hearts forever.

Cindy was my baby who I loved for 14 precious years. She came into my life at 2 years of age, abused, and needing all my attention and love. She was a sweet Lhasa Apso.

The ache in my heart is great, but I would not have missed the wonderful years we shared together. 

Remembered forever, Joyce

My dearest Gentle Ben,

I hope you knew that I loved you so completely.  I hope you knew that in my eyes and so many others, that you had the biggest heart that ever existed.  I hope you knew that you were my life and that of your human sister Lia.  We love you now as we did then – nothing has changed except I wish you were still here so that I could tell you again, again and again.

It was a year ago since I last touched you, kissed you, held you tightly and smelt your neck.  Since your passing things have changed a little Ben.  There has been a tremendous void in my life and I wanted so much to find someone just like you.  I have not found anyone to date, so I know that you would approve of what’s been going on in my life.  Firstly, I realize that it will be impossible to find another just like you – it would just not be fair to expect that. 

I feel foolish now for wanting you back this way so I found a way that would make me feel a little more useful and a lot less selfish.  I now try to help any animal that is in need of a safe place until a family could be found – after all, this is how we met.  So this past year there have been many animals that I have cared for.  I have seen them flourish and then find great new beginnings.  It has been hard, because there have been occasions where I wanted to keep them, but I knew the timing was wrong.  I think you would have approved of them all.

Interestingly enough there have been similar characteristics that you possessed – so I found comfort in that.   One day, when I am stronger I will find maybe not a Ben, but maybe a Bentley, Boris or Betty – who knows.  I can promise you one thing though my friend there will only be one Ben…only one.

Thinking of you always my dearest friend, and loving you with the same intensity.  Love Mom, Lia, Nana, Grandpa, Auntie Jewel, Uncle Craig, Amber and Zak!  Big, Big, hug and kiss, until we meet again.  RIP

In loving memory of our GOLDIE

She lived a wonderful life and was loved and spoiled to the very end when she suddenly and unexpectedly passed away due to Renal Failure. 

Goldie was 16 years old and was loved by everyone who met her and she gave as much love back in return.  She will always be in our hearts.
 
Anni

In memory of Kitana

A beautiful cat who enchanted the whole family for over 10 wonderful years. We will all miss you.

With Love,

The Farkas, Bolla and Howard family

August 31, 1995 - February 17, 2008

Dear Friends,

The house is empty - the silence deafening. He's not at the door to  greet us- tail wagging and so proudly carrying around a shoe or two. He's not here to wake us up at the crack of dawn - grunting with joy, tail beating happily against the side of the bed. "Wake up, wake up - Mom - it's a brand new day - isn't it wonderful".

I can't dwell on the last few days - my heart hurts too much. The memories come flooding back through the tears for a wonderful friend who made us smile from the very first moment. There he was all of  6 weeks old - so chubby his big paws seemed to sprout from his chest. Those beautiful brown eyes lit with joy, his ears as soft as velvet and that wonderful puppy smell. It  was love at first sight.

From the very first he was self assured. There was Bacardi's way - then there was Bacardi's way!!!! I'd say "come" - he'd go. I'd say "goodbye" - he'd bloody well come when he pleased. The louder I was the less he seemed to notice- nose to the ground he run on oblivious to my "queenly commands". But just let me whisper the word "cookie" - he was after all a "Lab" - four legs, an empty  stomach, and heart as big as the great outdoors filled with love to spare.

There was Bacardi's routine; breakfast by 7:30am, lunch 12:30pm, dinner (not one second later than) 6:00pm, bedtime snack (a carrot) by 9:00pm. We always knew what time it was.

One didn't take Bacardi (or Nummy Nuts as he was affectionately known to his friends) for a walk - he took you and for him it was an adventure of the senses. That beautiful brown nose worked it's magic. He never seemed to look where he was going - head down and going as fast as those little brown legs could carry him - why he didn't run into a tree I'll never know. We absolutely had to be in the woods by 10:00am - his friends; Washington (yellow Lab) and Sunny (Belgium Shepard) were waiting. Greetings all around (especially the nether regions) and off we'd go. Three happy friends off into whatever Adventure their noses would take them, and every mud puddle they could find.

Bacardi had more than a little affection for blonds. "Canelle" (a yellow Lab mix) was his heart's desire. Mind you a good looking "Golden" could turn his head too. Actually when I come to think of it - white is sort of  blond ....but then again so is beige!!!! Let's put it this way - if it  looked sort of blond - Bacardi was more than willing to accommodate her every  wish and then a desire or two of his own! He didn't bark until he was more than a year old. Nonetheless - he had his own very personal greeting for each and everyone who came to our door. One simply couldn't have avoided it. Sooner or later he was sure to say "hi". That cold, wet, brown nose never missed an opportunity! In fact his cats just gave up after  awhile and figured he was just doing them a favour!

Bacardi loved the water - he was in before the ice was off the lake in the Spring and last out in the Fall before the ice took hold for the Winter. Whatever the reason - it was good enough for a quickie swim. He felt compelled  to save his "Mom" whenever she was stupid enough to venture into the water. He'd run around the edge of the pool trying desperately to get closer - when that failed he'd simply jump in. For the sake of preservation - I learned to duck and  swim under water really well!  But I wasn't getting off the hook that easily and once back on dry land he'd wrap his legs around mine and nibble me -as though he'd found a flea. All the time his tail wagging, body wriggling and  making little grunting noise for the utter joy he was feeling because we were  playing one of his favourite games.

Bacardi's heart was big and generous - there wasn't a jealous or mean bone in his beautiful square body. 70 pounds of wriggling happiness.  He made friends where ever he went and even brought a few home. "Summer" was only a kitten when he appeared at our back door. "Misha" &  "Nana" came from an abusive home. "Oh Sama Bin" & "Friend" just needed a  home. Bacardi even welcomed "Beau Boule" (a husky mix) whose owner had  died. He shared his home, his bed and even his kibble with his buddies. Like people - animals are givers and takers - Bacardi was a giver. He simply only ever stole our hearts.

Our wonderful, brown puppy has gone off on a new adventure. What joy, what a lust for life and what happiness he brought us. We are heart broken but we are so glad to have had the privilege of having had him in our  lives.

Honoured Caregivers - Dan & Heather

1987 - 2008

My noble redcat, who passed away in January, at age 21 years.  He was a fine fella and a noble spirit, he will always be remembered.

Ellen Jacobs

It is with great sadness that Gerdy’s Rescue announces that dear Nikita, Compassionate Placement to Josee, has passed away.

Josee plans to write us about her experiences with Nikita, who though elderly, was a wonderful companion to her and her children.  See Nikita’s rescue story in Tales to Tell.

Josee took on an old dog knowing this day would come.  But Josee never thought about the end of Nikita’s life, only day to day which she made so happy for Nikita.  We are grateful to Josee for her generosity of spirit because she never once regretted taking on Nikita, but did everything to make Nikita happy, safe, and loved.  What dog could ask for more.

We received this message from Josee and we wish her and her children comfort at this difficult time:

"It is now one week after the passing of my dear friend Nikita. I wanted to thank you for your support and thoughts. Each time I washed the dishes at the kitchen sink, I was reminded of Nikita's faithfulness and friendship.

Out in the snow, there remained two sets of prints, my own and those of Nikita who followed me around on one of her last days here on earth. I will be forever grateful to Carol for contacting you regarding these 2 beautiful souls and to you Gerdy and Judy for allowing me the opportunity to be a part of their lives. Your support and guidance went well beyond your "call of duty".

I truly beleive that blessings will be returned to you ten fold for the work you continue to devote yourselves to.

Thanks again,"

Josee

TOM, the little black kitten,  son of Little Mama that's currently up for Adoption, passed away peacefully in his sleep.  He was not sick, just called over the Rainbow Bridge early. Now a little angel, he has his Happy Home at last.

Very missed by all of us at Gerdy’s Rescues, and Dina who fostered him for us.

“There is a place that kittens go, to play and run in a golden glow.  ‘Tis Heaven there, you see, where they all play eternally.”

"In memory of Milly my little girl and my best friend, you are always in my heart."

Mike

On July 3rd 2007, my beloved dog, Zaira, was killed after being run over by a car twice before the woman drove away. Zaira was such a loved dog in my neighbourhood, adored by children and adults alike.  She was gentle and kind and was my best friend.  There is a cross now on Delmar in Pointe Claire, QC that has become a memorial for her, children who knew her bring flowers every day and remember their canine friend. A 14 year old girl named Ashley like me, wrote these beautiful words and placed it on her cross, what Zaira would have said had she been able at the end of her life.

Zaira's words of comfort

From the day we met, there was no doubt we both knew what it was all about.  Love and joy with trust were there, and day after day the best of care. I hope you know how much I cared for you and the life we daily shared.  No more of you could I expect or ask, but sadly for you there was one more task.  The day has come when we must part, a time I knew would break your heart.  If I could, I'd help you decide, but your love for me will be your guide.  Please don't let me linger when my time has come and there's nothing more that can be done.  Let me go to my final rest, knowing as always you've done your best.

Zaira has crossed the Rainbow Bridge to Heaven, if ever a dog deserved to be there it was her. But it was too soon for me for her to be an angel.  Ever loved, missed, and remembered by her soulmate,

Ashley

At age 17,  Denis left this life peacefully.  He was an elderly  Bichon/Poodle mix found wandering on a street downtown, his coat so filthy it looked black.  Gerdy was called and took him over.  He was cared for by Jocelyne very lovingly during his last year, still enjoying life but on a much slower pace.  Jocelyne tended him faithfully and Denis loved the attention and affection he received.

He will always be remembered by Lorie who was his devoted friend, and Gerdy who was always there for him when he needed help.  Denis was found alone, but he left his doggie footprints on the hearts of all who met him.  Across the Rainbow Bridge, Denis runs happily looking with a clear vision at the companions by his side with joy in his heart.  Rest in peace, dear friend.

Molly was a little poodle mix when she came to us 3 years ago, a worn-out producer of puppies at a backyard puppy mill til age 8 years. She was so auto-immune that she was allergic to all dog foods as well as a bevy of environmental allergies. She was deaf from not having her ears treated years ago when they were swollen with allergy symptoms. Molly was covered in age warts.  She was old and worn out before her time. 

But Molly had an interest in life still. She wanted to do the things other dogs took for granted. She never had walked on grass. She never had doggy treats or slept on a cosy bed. She never had space to run and enjoy herself. She had never had anyone play with her. Molly had never experienced love. 

That is until a wonderful foster mum came into Molly's life, wanting to bring her as normal a life as possible for the short time she had left of her life. Betty Cowan cooked for Molly's special requirements in food, diligently administered medications as needed, and was just there for Molly in every way.

Not far from the end of Molly's life, Betty adopted her so that Molly would know she at last had a real home. Betty has fond memories of Molly in the fenced in big back yard chasing squirrels to her heart's content, her ears flapping happily as she bounded hopefully after them. She only caught them in her dreams, but that was enough for Betty; that Molly had the freedom at the end of her life that she never had before.

Molly enjoyed her walks with Betty near the lake. Molly had litter after litter of pups almost her whole life, and what Betty gave to her was the feeling of  a safe and secure retirement after her years of misery serving the pet shops profits.

Betty was with her at the beginning of her freedom and was with Molly as she left this life. Molly knew she had been loved before she crossed the Bridge. Gerdy's Rescues wishes to publicly thank Betty for her dedicated foster care to Molly.

The world needs more people like Betty, it would be a much better place. The Compassionate Care that Betty gave Molly was truly from the heart.

Rest in peace at last, Molly, we won't forget you and we pray for the day there will be no more puppy mill prisoners like you were.

Mon petit Boudha, tu seras toujours dans nos coeurs. Nos vies etaient meilleures avec toi.

Avec amour et tendresse,

Ane et Felix

Dec. 18, 1992 – June 19, 2006

Our beloved “Big Black Dog” came to us at 7 ¼ pounds, weighed in a mixing bowl. She was one of a rescued, unwanted litter of 10. Mama was a Golden Retriever and Daddy was a Newfoundland “traveling salesman.”

Meg became a gentle giant, kind to the various cats and hounds who joined her in our household. She particularly enjoyed her self-appointed job as bodyguard for Charlie - our adopted, frightened little rescued Basset Hound. Meg walked beside him on leash so Charlie could relax and enjoy his walks, knowing she’d defend him if need be.

Many years later, she watched over Charlie as the ultimate kindness ended his life in the comfort of his home. Meg managed well the additional two more rescue Bassets to which Gerdy recommended our home. It was an odd site, Meg leading the three Bassets, her motley pack. If she felt embarrassment, it never showed! Jamie will miss the nightly walks.

Roger and Judy, in Meg’s memory, ask that you consider an all-black dog when you next adopt. They are the most difficult to place as they tend to be ignored and therefore passed over and euthanized.

We would have all missed so much had we never let this Big Black Dog have a chance. Thank you, “Gooey Girl” for nearly 14 years of mutual devotion. The time went by too fast!

Roger, Judy and Jamie Cameron

What can one say about a most wonderful little doggy, except that she was all those things. She was the little girl with the big heart – in more ways than one! We were so blessed to have had her with us for 12 wonderful years. She was good with all people, children and animals and will never be forgotten.

How lucky we were to have her and she will always be incredibly missed. Until we meet again.

Valerie A.

May 1991 - February, 2006

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave (Dakota Proverb)

Smokey was so much more than a cat and beloved pet. He was part of a family that relied on his wisdom, grace, and selflessness. Smokey was a very best friend and confidante who listened intently and always seemed to know exactly when he was needed. His passing left a hole that's slowly being filled by precious memories and loving thoughts of a magnificent and courageous lion who fought and won many battles against overwhelming odds. Smokey was the runt who nobody wanted and had numerous medical problems, but, despite all of that, he lived for 15 wondrous years. The heaviness in our hearts is lessened by the knowledge that our beautiful Smokey was unhampered by age or frailty at the end.

Smokey passed over peacefully, without struggle, at home in the arms of his loving family. Those who knew Smokey would not be surprised by the dignified manner with which he left this world. Smokey left his huge paw prints in the memories of all that he met, whether human or fellow creature, furry or winged.

Smokey, those who were left behind will never forget you. We all know that there is a furry angel at our sides. With this knowledge our bodies feel lighter, our souls shine brightly, and we can take peaceful strides knowing that you are there watching us.

Until we see each other again.

The Pride (Sweetie, Ham-Grizzly, Mommy, and Daddy)

A very special cat who is greatly missed.

Rita

A much loved friend and loyal companion.

Marjorie

In memory of a saucy, but loving, feline who came to us through Gerdy's Rescues at the age of 7. Even though we only had three years together, her spirit and presence will long be remembered and missed.

Valerie A.

Poucette was a stray who was lucky enough to have found a wonderful foster home and love during the last weeks of her life. Most likely hit by a car, she was found and cared for by Anne, who also sought medical care for her. She appeared to be recovering, but she developed complications from her accident and died yesterday. Anne, who had taken her in, told us:

"I got to know Poucette and grew attached to her. In essence, Poucette was an extremely smart cat who was very good with children but a bit scared of other cats. As soon as I would talk to her she would start purring. She wanted to participate in our life like a dog. When she was at the vet, the doctor told me that she really wanted to live. I feel that she paid with her life because of the lack of compassion shown by the human beings who originally abandoned her. Until I rescued Poucette, I had not realized the extent of the problem of stray cats."

Thank you Anne for caring. You made a difference to Poucette.

"Despite everyone's best efforts, we could not save Tiger from the diabetes that ravaged him this past summer. He went on to join my mother in heaven. I took care of Tiger for three years, after he and I both lost my mother, Rose.

Now they are back together..."

Pearl

Charlie (1991 - 2005)

Beloved Basset Hound member of our family, Charlie began his new life with us in 1993, having been abandoned at the age of 1½. As a result, Charlie was frightened and unsure about people for most of his life. He loved his new family from the start and tolerated all visitors for years from his vantage point behind the sofa, peeking out, wanting to be petted, but afraid. To be accepted as a friend by Charlie was considered quite a complement! Charlie never understood the concept of play, but he loved his walks and sharing sofa and bed with his people. How he loved to be cuddled! Our resident Newfie-Retriever Meg appointed herself Charlie’s official bodyguard when she realized he was fearful on walks; she’d walk beside him observing any possible threat to him, ready to defend him, but the need never arose. In the last three years, Charlie stood and waited patiently for his twice-daily insulin shots. We think he knew they were to help him, as he had always been fearful of his regular shots. He lost most of his sight, but never his dignity. At age 13½, we said our last goodbye as he was failing rapidly in mind and body. Dear little Charlie, we helped you when you needed it and were repaid beyond measure. Thank you.

Moffatt (1989 - 2005)

Dear little tabby girl with ‘squirrel paws’, companion of Spike. She enjoyed her weekly skirmishes with Frankie and imaged herself to be Moffat of the Serengeti in the basement hunting spiders. Much missed by her family. We’d also like to express appreciation to Dr. Joanne Katz for easing her spirit on its way, at home with love and dignity.

Jamie, Nina and the Cameron Family

June 30, 1993 - March 31, 2004

Sargent was the lighthearted, light-faced shepherd everyone always wanted. He was beautiful, majestic, photogenic, caring, soft and sweet and the love he brought to us was of the unconditional kind. Sargent was our brother, son, and more than either, the greatest friend we could have ever asked for.

When I think of my dog... When I think of Sargent...one word comes to mind. It's majestic; my big, beautiful, majestic puppy dog. I think back to all the times I wasn't allright and I know he was always there. He always listened and definitely gave the best advice. He was a great hugger too. His lively nature...he lived his entire life at its peak. We loved him dearly and always will. He meant everything to me, and I will always treasure his memories. I told him that I loved him before I went to bed every single night. ..I feared he'd go away and would forget how I felt for him. ..but now that he is gone, I'm confident he knows how we all feel about him. He was our dog, truly our son and brother respectively. He'll be missed dearly.

Love,

Linda, David, Adam, Tracey and Jamie

A kind black Lab mix who never met a food he didn't like, who welcomed foster dogs and cats into his home with generosity of spirit and who blissfully failed obedience classes but got his certificate for good attendance. He was master of all comfortable spots and a friend to all. Missed by Betty and all who knew him.

In memory of Carrie, a sweet, gentle and loving dog. Hers was a long happy life, lived graciously and serenely. I would like to think that she is now fishing with Kip, who generously shared his abundant confidence and love of life with her !

Patricia L.

In memory of Rory, who had come so far in the two short years I was privileged to have him. Each day was an adventure for him and a challenge willingly met by me. I only wish there could have been many more.

Patricia L.

Ginger (Spunky) died where he was happiest, in the country. He purred often and loudly, insisted I take afternoon naps with him, and put up with his brother Cedric's constant licking and cuddling. Though not yet two, he got to enjoy the last nine months of his life in a loving home with his brother and their master, as well as weekends running and racing around free in nature.

John

He was a beautiful black cat that one day walked into my life.  I found him at my front door one cold January evening.  He was there for almost the whole night, until I welcomed him in.  He stayed with us ever since.  He passed away not long ago, but he still lives in our hearts and memories.  He was very much loved!

Peter and Janice

"Gorgeous George" the Goldfish.

Survivor of the Ice Storm '98. Enjoyed providing cat TV in our household for seven years.

Roger and Judy C.

In memory of my beloved dogs, Lucy and Degas.

Margot

À la mémoire de Lucy et Degas.

Margot

In memory of my beloved cat Toby, 18 wonderful years together.

Josie

À la douce mémoire de mon chat bien-aimé Toby, 18 années merveilleuses passées ensemble.

Josie

In loving memory of Brina, who came into our family as a frightened adult needing much loving care and left this world much wanted, much loved, and unforgettable to all those who knew her.

Brina was the elderly mentor to Scout, the Mascot of Gerdy's Rescues & Adoptions. Scout gave Brina a new lease on life last fall when he joined the household in all his puppy enthusiasm for exploring everything in his world. Brina became young at heart and interested in life again, tutoring her young charge in doggy play, manners and basking in the joy of having her young friend around.

May Scout continue Brina's tradition of patiently waiting at the "cookie closet." She will be missed.

Janet, Jerry and Stephanie

We named the kitten Valentina, meaning "strong, vigorous, healthy", because we hoped it would give her the strength to survive and to be well again. She was in distress from the last stages of a difficult labour when found and rescued from a cold back lane – one of so many left to fend for themselves. Sadly, despite every effort to save her, she and her unborn kittens died. We would like to honour her short life, and have found comfort in knowing that she died in the arms of someone who cared.

Gerdy

Nous avons surnommé la petite chatte Valentina, qui signifie « forte, vigoureuse et en santé », car nous espérions que ce nom lui donnerait la force de survivre et de retrouver la santé. Elle était en détresse depuis les derniers stades d’un travail pénible lorsque nous l’avons trouvée et secourue dans une ruelle sombre et froide, ¾ une pauvre chatte parmi tant d’autres qui sont abandonnées à leur triste sort. Malheureusement, malgré tous les efforts que nous avons mis pour la sauver, Valentina et ses chattons pas encore nés sont décédés. Nous souhaitons rendre hommage à sa courte vie. Et nous nous consolons en pensant qu’elle est décédée dans les bras d’une personne aimante et qui lui a voulu du bien.

Gerdy

You were a very special soul. Your gentle spirit touched us deeply. We so much wanted to give you a chance to be cared for and loved. But it was not to be. Your heart began to fail and, sadly, it was time to let you go. We are grateful that you did not die alone and abandoned.

From all of us at Gerdy's Rescues