Memorials

Braxton

Daradan's Bad-Boy Braxton D'Mar
September 5, 1992 - September 22, 2001

Braxton was my dare-devil dog. He managed to hurt himself over and over again, broken toes, broken teeth, missing ear pieces, etc. His favorite thing to do was to grab my horse, Amber's tail and hang on. She'd run all over, snapping her tail as he swung underneath her body then back out above her back. For several months, Braxton has been mourning the loss of his best friend, Copper. On Sept. 22nd, he joined her at the Rainbow Bridge. Now, they can play together for eternity.

Copper

Braxton and Copper

Copper pass over the bridge in July, 2001 at age 14. Copper was an Australian Shepherd and Queensland Heeler mix. Despite the fact that she was spayed at a year and never whelped a litter, she mothered everything and everybody. She warmed and cleaned many orphaned kittens and puppies, as well as kept my nieces safe and warm many nights. About 5 years ago, at my niece's request, Copper went to live with my sister's family. She recently came back to live with me, much to the delight of her most ardent admirer, Braxton. Copper joined Raleigh, waiting for me to come toss the ball for them.

Raleigh

Raleigh was truly my best friend. He saw me thru many trials and tribulations. A product of a German Shorthaired Pointer female and a sneaky traveling salesman (probably a Laborador Retriever). I helped whelp his litter and chose him at birth. He loved to go to the dogs shows and guard the motorhome. He felt it was his personal duty to keep us safe from anyone who happened to passby. The picture above was taken at a dog show at feeding time.

At about 3 years of age, Raleigh began to have Gran Mal seizures. Within 6 months, he was on Phenobarbytal and having cluster Gran Mal's every few weeks. We spent many nights in the emergency clinic until we got the dosage correct. Once corrected, his seizure were infrequent and typically at least two or three months apart. Unfortunately, in January, 1996, I came home from work to him cluster seizuring, with the seizures about 40 seconds apart. He died on the way to the vet's office, he was about 6 years old. For those who have dealt with seizures, you know what a nightmare it can be and what life is like living with a ticking bomb. Its comforting to know that Raleigh is now seizure-free and waiting for me to come throw the ball for him.