"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."

- Cheryl Zuccaro -

SULTAN

KALYNN BLACK SULTAN CDX, CGC, FDN, HIC, VADC, CGN, VMJDC, VSGDC, VAADC, VMADC, VMTRDC

May 8, 1994 to July 3, 2010

Sadly, on Saturday we had to say "au revoir" to our best friend. A frequenter of Dogwood Park since 1994, Sultan had his last saunter along the trails last Tuesday, but weakened quite rapidly during the ensuing few days.

Sultan visited Dogwood Park almost every day of his 16 years, and for many of those years was never seen without a frisbee dangling from his mouth. Visiting the park and competing in Agility were his favourite activities, but he humoured me by doing competitive Obedience and Canine Musical Freestyle as well.

When Anna began teaching Agility classes, Sultan was one of her first students and he was so fond of agility that he continued to attend classes for a couple of years after he was no longer able to compete. He would squeal with delight as soon as the car turned onto 0 Ave as he knew we were heading for the barn to play agility.

Sultan's exuberance for life and his gentle spirit made him the perfect companion one that will be not soon forgotten. We will miss him dearly, but are sure that he is again happily romping with former dog friends who passed before him.

Joan & Bandit

BRUTUS

Forever Our Sweet Angel

Oct. 1997 to Oct. 2010

In Memory of
Roots

Here are the photos that we want to share with you of Roots through the years.

Just last Thursday afternoon all seemed well with Roots as he had his run through the woods with Brie and Viva. A few short hours later he seemed lame on his right front. The next morning he was worse still so we took him to Kingston Mills Animal Hospital for assessment and tests. The first concern focused on Addison’s disease so he was treated for that and blood tests were done. He went to our own vet in the afternoon that day for more tests. Saturday the tests were back and were negative for what was tested.

Since he had a massive dose of steroids on Friday, he seemed to be improving and functioning better Saturday. But Sunday was a different day. Steve ended up taking him to the OVC (Ontario Veterinary College) clinic in Guelph Sunday afternoon. They stabilized him and prepared to do a MRI on him Monday morning. Since the MRI machine was not working that day Steve took him to Mississauga to have it done there. When he went back with Roots to OVC he got the sad news that Roots had a massive tumour on the left side of his brain and nothing could be done for him.

Fiona who was working in Nunavut when she learned he was sick, started home on Sunday night. It is a long way to come and her plane did not arrive in Toronto until 10:20 Monday night. She had asked me to come to OVC, too. I did not think I could drive at first, but then did decide to make every effort, and I was glad I did. Steve, Fiona and I said our farewell to our dear boy Roots and then the vet put him to rest. He is now next to his Mother and Grandmother, but oh my how we miss him.

For the first seven years of his life he was my dog, and along with Tally his mom, we enjoyed training and competing together and he enjoyed hunting with Steve. For the last year and a half he has been Fiona’s devoted companion living with her in Vancouver. He made her very happy. All of us feel extremely sad at this time but very thankful to have had Roots in our lives.

We dearly loved that boy and he meant so much to us.