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Maggie of the Dell

November 4, 2007 - July 12, 2012

Maggie, I loved you more than anything. I never knew that morning in Okmulgee when we went walking around the lake that you would have a heat stroke. We had walked here in Mobile so many times in hotter temperatures. You were so brave little girl. I miss you more every day. Every day when I come home I can see you sitting at the gate waiting for me. And, every day I see you struggling to breathe in my car as I raced you to a vet clinic. The people at the Edmond Clinic in Morris and the Animal Emergency Center in Tulsa were so kind to you. Thank you for everything that you gave to me.


Jerre Brimer



9-13-97 - 8-30-12

Zeppelin, words cannot begin to express how much you meant to me and how much I will forever miss you. You stole my heart that day, almost 15 years ago, as you hopped down from your perch in the cage at the Tulsa animal shelter to check us out as we walked through the room. We were there to “just look.” The only time you ever bit anyone was that day I brought you home and the day I so reluctantly had to let you go. I believe they were both ‘thank you, mama’ bites – the first for saving you, the last for helping you leave this world to be with your favorite buddies, Zanny, Zena, Zaiya, and Troll, that passed before you. You were my best friend, always there through everything. Always so accepting of the many rescues and fosters that came after you. You were my first. Although losing you has opened a space to save another, no other will ever compare to you, my Brown Cow, my King, my Tabs, my Zeppy. RIP. I’ll see you again someday.

Andrea Spears Kidwell



05/07/10 - 05/15/12

Minion was rescued by me on May 6, 2011 from Doberman Rescue Group of Bixby. He was full of skin sores and a snappy little underweight brat. We got his skin issues under control and got some weight on him and he became the world’s best dog. Minion went to all the rescue events and there would be crowds of people to see him. He loved everyone. Most of all he loved me. Min’s impact on the world went way beyond the scope of our household though, since his death there has been a steady outpouring of grief and support from all over. He overcame such odds to die because he ate a sock. He had emergency surgery but he did not survive the night. Everything that could be done was done. I feel like I am missing a 100 pound appendage right now and it is almost physically painful. My husband and his father buried Minion on our property so I can go see him. My whole world crashed within 24 short hours. I never got to say goodbye. I will never get over Min. He was everything in our life. The world is a much dimmer place without Min in it. I love my dog. Everyone who knew him loved him. Min changed my whole life, he hated cigarette smoke so I quit smoking, so in a way he saved my life. I am so thankful to have had the chance to be your momma Min. I love you. I will see you again someday my love. You have my heart forever.

Nikki and Matt Thayer


Mr. Bentley

2004 - 2012

Bentley found himself in Whippet Rescue twice through no fault of his own. The first time was a case of neglect. The second time was a case of abandonment. We saw him and decided to give him a chance. It soon became obvious that he would thrive once again. In his five years in his new home he finally got a taste of “The Good Life.” Bentley died in our arms on March 27. He was diagnosed as having a tick-bourne disease. He was eight years old. He is greatly missed by his dads, Rick Goodhead and Tom Nelson, sibling whippets, Zachary, Lilly, and Jason, and Choxie the cat.

Safe Journey, Mr Bentley!

Tom Nelson



We lost our wonderful dog, Simon in April of 2011. Simon spent most of his life being a Therapy Dog for Paw Pals and then went on to do therapy for people for Good Shepherd Hospice. He would join the patients in their beds for petting and loving. He was always a very unusual personality and brought us so much joy. He was a very vocal dog and always talked to us. And he is the only dog we have ever had that hung his nose over the side of the bowl when he drank water. He was a Canine Good Citizen and earned the title of Companion Dog, and was also a retired Champion of the Show Ring. He brought us happiness every day of his life and we are missing him now!

Simon is survived by his loving family, Tom Nelson, Rick Goodhead, and dog siblings Zachary, Bentley, Lilly, and Jason, and Choxie the cat.



Dec 29th, 10 a.m.

Dear Dr. Heather,

They found me unconscious on the floor this morning. I’ve heard them say I may not last the day, so I must write quickly while I still can. Thank you for making my last two months so wonderful. When John first brought me to you, my hindquarters were in such bad shape, I could barely stand or walk even a short distance. John does not use the word “magical” often, but that’s how he describes our last two months. During that time, we would sometimes walk for up to two hours, as we did in the glorious sunshine on Christmas Day. I don’t think I told you our story. In November, 1998, there was an article in the Tulsa World saying the animal shelter was putting down black Labs because there were too many. That upset John, and he went to see about adopting one. What he found was that the shelter has a very liberal definition of “black Lab.” There were no real Labs in the shelter, so John went to every cage in the shelter trying to find a dog he wanted to rescue. “Sit,” he would say to each dog. Then he would say, “Lie down.” I was in cage 39A. I was the only dog who passed the test. They told John he would have to wait three days until I was spayed, and he was second in line behind a man who’d been in town from Oklahoma City. Three days came and went. The man from Oklahoma City did not come back for me. John did, and we’ve had 13 great years together. Without John, I don’t know if I would ever have left the shelter. A mongrel born with congenital mange doesn’t have much of a chance. So while John’s other dogs were always racing to the front windows to bark at the UPS driver or sleeping on his bed, I never did. I always stayed in the room where John was so I could look out for him. You know, I never had any grand adventures. The trip to your office was the farthest I ever went from my backyard, but I’ve had a wonderful life. I will miss licking little Isabella and watching her grow up.

All my love always,



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