Welcome to the RWA Remembrance Page A
Welcome to the RWA Remembrance Page A
These page are dedicated to all those Rottweiler who have gone to Rainbow Bridge. All Rottweilers are welcome to be on this page whether they were rescued or not but to be able to continue our work, the RWA needs support so any voluntary donation would be very welcome, but not essential to include your dog here.
Just write a few words or a short
poem about your friend, along with a picture and email them to
rottwelfare25@tiscali.co.uk. Not got a scanner? Don't worry, email
us and we will send you an address so you can send the photos.
We will then scan them and put them on our remembrance page.
We can not unfortunately return any photos sent.
Sasha
9 July 2010
This is our big girl Sasha who sadly passed away on 9th july and
who is missed very much by her other half Shar and her Mam
Nicola, Dad Neil and David. Love you always.
born 7thJuly 1997 - Helped to
her final sleep Sat 2nd Jan 2010
Christmas time is usually a fun time for most,
and people who have dogs for pets will probably agree that the
dogs also realise that something exciting is about to happen and
usually join in the fun. Molly was always very aware of
Christmas and as the presents started to arrive around the tree
she would inspect them all and give an extra sniff and "a push
around with her nose" to any food presents that were hers
without ever attempting to bite into or open them
We
allocated her presents over a few days to see the pleasure that
opening them gave us and her, however on 31st Dec, she was sick
in the night and while we initially thought it was probably over
excitement or too much food we soon realised that it was
something more serious. (We later concluded that she must have
had a slight stroke to add to all her other age related
problems). Despite all our love and kindest wishes there was
only going to be one very sad conclusion
Pasha
came into our care more or less by accident, we already had a
Rottie called Saxon and we weren't looking for another one. We
saw Pasha advertised in our local paper as a rescue dog,and her
story was such a sad one that we went along to see her. For nine
months she had been keep chained up in a shed and beaten on a
regular basis by her male owner, she had then been taken into
rescue and ended up in Wales, where we were living at the time.
She just looked so pathetic and soul destroyed that to walk away
wasn't an option. Mind you getting her away from the rescue
centre was easier said than done, it took us about an hour to
get her into the car!! and the first thing she did when she went
into her new home was to pee in the middle of the sitting room
floor, Saxon wasn't impressed !! Pasha didn't particularly like
men especially men with walking sticks. In fact she didn't like
me much either, which really hurt, but after all she had been
through I could hardly blame her; she would walk out of the room
as soon as I had entered it, this went on for about four years,
until one day she sidled up to me gave me her paw and invited me
to stroke her which I did, very ,very gently, mind you she was
as stiff as a poker !! but it was progress. It took another
couple of years for her to roll on to her back and let me stroke
her belly with all four legs sticking up to the sky and yes
still as stiff as a poker, in fact she looked as though rigor
mortis had set in !! She had a habit of sprawling across
doorways and would freak out if I attempted to step over her,
this eventually passed over the years until she wouldn't bat an
eyelid even if I accidently tripped over her. I'm not saying
that she ever completelly got over the trauma of her early "shed
years", but she was a different dog to the one we brought home.
She also learnt to play, although Pasha wasn't mad about games
but would make an effort for my sake !!
She wasn't a huge Rottie but was as pretty as a picture. When
Pasha was seven she was diagnosed with a very severe form of
arthritis, in fact the vet thought she had cancer of the bones,
thankfully after tests and loads of X-rays this turned out not
to be the case, although it wasn't all good news as the vet told
us that eventually the pain would become so bad that we would
have to have her put to sleep, that day came four and a half
years later, when we had our little darling put to sleep - it
was one of the worst days of our lives, the pain, the guilt and
a million other things all assaulting the senses at the same
time. Pasha gave so much and asked nothing in return except our
love and loyalty which we gave freely. I feel as though part of
me is missing, I still listen for her and expect her little face
to come peering round the door, generally the loo door !! To
make things worse if that were possible our darling clown of a
boy Saxon was diagnosed with a tumour on his liver; as he is
nearly twelve and a half years old the vet said that she
couldn't recommend putting him through an operation, her
verdict being that he could have weeks, months or years left,
although years seems a tad optimistic; we take each day as it
comes until that that awful moment arrives when we have to do
what's right for our darling boy.
With all our love to our darling girl Pasha.
Mum & Dad XXXXXXX
Bear
(Okailis Running Bear)
September 2001
– 9 February 2009
Our
darling Bear. so brave, so stoical, so enduring. You bore all
your health issues and operations with such bravery, good humour
and with a constant smile on your face. Eventually we had
to let you go as your legs packed up completely. Even when the
vet turned up at home to assist you across Rainbow Bridge you
wagged your stump at her and kissed her hands.Run free baby boy
until we meet again.All our Love Mummy Tamara and Daddy Chris
Dodger
December 2009
Dodger
was pampered by all at the
kennels where he lived, receiving lots of toys on a regular
basis and being kept company by his special Rottie friend
Maddie. He had no
problems with his mobility and was a very firm favourite with
all the two-legged residence and many of our clients asked to
talk to him, which provided they had a suitable gift he would
deign to make his presence known.
He was a funny soul who entertained us all daily with his
hilarious antics and his take on life.
But just before Christmas we lost him.
We knew this would happen quickly and it did and within
24 hours our darling friend had gone.
I can see him now, running free, toy in mouth, no
mobility problems with the love of his life Kiwi who had been
lost to us the previous year.
Run free our darling “little” man you always gave far
more that you took. He will be sadly missed by all of us. Carole
and all at RWA
JOJO
May 20th 2009
Dear Jo
Put to sleep in the evening sun in his favourite place
'What larks we had together'
Peter and Anne
MOLLY
12 February
2002 - 11 March 2010
Rescued on 19 July 2003
Not only did my beloved Rottweiler named
Molly overcome my prejudice against the breed, she lifted me out
of depression and then added so much to the quality of my daily
life until she became a victim of cancer of the spleen.
Until it happened to me, I did not realise just how important a
dog could become to her owner. Peter
ROTTEN
My dog ‘Rotten’ was put to sleep on 22 January 2010. His
sporadic limp of the past few years was eventually – after
surgery at the Animal Hospital in Exeter in December 2009 and
subsequent biopsy – diagnosed as cancer.
During January, he lost weight drastically and finally weighed
just 34kg, a loss of 6 kg in the previous few weeks. His
vet felt that there was only one option left, and he was gently
euthanised. There were 3 of us in the treatment room, me,
his longstanding vet Lie, and another vet. All 3 of us
were in tears, which says something about the effect Rotten had
on others. He had so much positive energy. Lie once
said, “Rotten doesn’t do slowly!”. He was an
ambassador for the Rottweiler breed, loyal, faithful, and
without an ounce of malice in his entire body. Staggering,
in view of his past.
He was originally owned by a drug dealer, living in a tower
block in Norwich. He was beaten, abused, and neglected.
Eventually, a friend of the drug dealer took the dog to live
with him in a bedsit. At approx one year old, Rotten was
rescued by a dog warden and referred to the Rottweiler Welfare
Association (RWA), who put him in kennels in Norfolk. He was
then rehomed by RWA to a new owner in Devon, who sadly shortly
developed terminal cancer. Rotten was taken back by RWA and
kennelled in Plymouth. After being interviewed by RWA and my
property inspected for suitability, I adopted him on 30 January
2004, almost 6 years to the day of his death. Rotten enjoyed 6
long years with me, living in rural Cornwall. Until only a few
months before he died, he enjoyed a 2-mile walk through the
beautiful countryside, 7 days a week, and in all weathers. On
his walk, he had many friends, from farmers to local residents.
All had got to know and trust him. All came to stroke and talk
to him. He loved everybody. That afternoon, I buried
Rotten in my garden. I loved him
like a son. I grieve and miss him very much.
Ray
BELLE
We
got Belle from Wellingborough Dog Rescue on 11 January 2006 aged 5.
I wanted a spaniel sized dog but you picked me.
You were such a laid back loving dog who always wanted to be stroked
especially your stomach. You
made us all feel safe as you barked if you heard the slightest noise at
night. You loved going for walks
and rolling on the ground. You
like playing with a football that you always managed to pop; I think the
longest lasted about 20 seconds.
I miss your beautiful smile, the way you always greeted me when I came in
from work. You were excellent
company when everyone else went out.
When you suddenly became ill after a urine infection, we were very worried.
We took you to the Vets who said you had a high temperature.
You could hardly walk and didn’t know when you had wet yourself.
They kept you in overnight and said you were eating the next day.
We took you home then but you didn’t want to eat anything.
We stayed up all night give you bits of water but you were very
poorly. We took you back to the Vets
and they said you still had blood in your urine and had developed
pancreatitis. You were in a lot of
pain especially when the Vet was examining you so we knew we had to let you
go. You brought us so much love and
happiness I only wish we could have spent more time together.
I will always love you and never forget you.
Sleep well my darling angel.
Susan, Martyn Lori and Graham XXXX