In Memoriam
   
"LENNOX-Tahoe" 2003
It is with the greatest personal sadness and loss that I must relay that Friday, October 10th, Lennox-Tahoe lost his battle with cancer. Those of you who knew Lennox realize that the bright spirit that lay at the end of those introspective eyes has not died and will live in each of us as fond memories. In a life beset by many health issues, Lennox bravely met each new challenge and moved beyond the the Demodex mange, heartworm treatment, lousy first adopter, loss of one leg to Osteosarcoma and chemotherapy to infuse us with his warmth and affection.
To his "parents" Dee and Jeff, we extend our deepest sorrow. We all loved "our Lennox, - Lennie, Tahoe, LT" and know that he is on a less troubled journey now. For those of us who were captured by his presence, we know his mission is not over...one journey is ended and another begun!
Lennox-Tahoe represents all those beloved Dobes that have passed through our lives. Our intention is to maintain his presence on this page as a lasting tribute out of respect for his brave fight and as a symbol of all those we all have loved and lost.
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Sadly, I must report that our beloved Raisin has lost her courageous fight against cancer – newly discovered intestinal tumors revealed a life threatening condition that was insurmountable. Once all reasonable options were exhausted, she was humanely euthanized on September 27th.
Raisin will now rest in peace under a tree at Elijah’s House, a tree whose leaves are falling in silent mourning, in a field where she ran with her characteristic exuberance. The spring green growth will signal a new beginning ,and yet another
neglected, abandoned Dobe, not unlike Raisin, will start his/her journey at DRT. While Raisin may not have survived this final challenge, her spirit will forever live in our hearts and we will continue to offer the tender virtues of love and compassion to all those who enter through our doors – for these are not simply "rescue dogs," they represent a commitment for which we have a life-long charge.
Thank you so much for your positive thoughts, prayers and financial support.
9-27-11
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"Miss Peg" (f/n/a Pagan)  d. January 10, 2012
Thank you for the lovely verse that you sent to us. It made another tear as it was so true.
Our house is so empty and lonely. I see our girl everywhere. The only thing that is running
and smiling is Scooter, our cat. He was scared of our beautiful girl until the morning that
she had to be put down. Tommy had her out in the yard walking with her and Scooter
came up beside her and tried to chase her. The morning our Jake died Scooter got down at
Jake's feet and laid for about an hour after he died. How very smart animals are.
Thank you again Carol for letting us have the privilege of having twenty months and one day
with Peg. She was a lover. I do so wish that Spiffy liked cats because I would be right there
getting her. Keep an eye out on a beautiful dobie that likes cats. Can't keep Scooter in the
bedroom all the time again.
Hope there is a place somewhere at the Rescue for our girl's picture. She was such a
sweet girl with us. However, she wouldn't let just anyone come into the house until she
was with us and knew it was okay. How much more could we have asked for? Just
another few years. But she is better off and not hurting. Life is hard.
.....And a good girl she really was.
Thank you again for letting us have her for the almost twenty months. Peg went with us everywhere that we went. She
loved to go to our beach house and walk in the woods. I hope that she will be remembered as one of your very good girls.
Our hearts are broken and we cannot go through another doberman. We are too old and today we feel very fragile. I
feel we did the right thing and her remains will come back to us and be spread with our ashes and our other dobermans.
Take care.
Sincerely
Kay Hurt
"Peg's real Mom for 20 months"
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Garth was born May 12, 2003 and died Jan. 7, 2012, way too soon. The first time I saw him on the DRT web site, I knew I wanted him, as did several others. Carol graciously gave me first choice. I took him home from Susie Gay's house for a "trial" visit and he never left me. He was a big brother to Emma, my black lab, who has since also died, and my little labradoodle, Dixie Belle. She helped keep him on his toes.
He was diagnosed with the dreaded cardiomyopathy about 1 1/2 years ago and did fairly well until last Sat. Carol told me that he would let me know when he was not feeling well, otherwise he didn't know he was sick. I tried to keep that same philosophy and I treasured each moment I had with him. He did tell me when it was time. Thank the good Lord, it happened very quickly and I was at home with him.
Garth was my first male Doberman- big goofy Garth. He played well with my other dogs, right up until the end. Dixie Belle and I miss him so much. You all know that awful empty, heart wrenching pain. Thanks to all of the DRT family for your kind e-mails. I know it will get better in time.
There is not another breed like our Dobermans.
Doe and Dixie Belle
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On Aug 8th 2011, our beloved Tori, passed away leaving our hearts empty. She was a very special girl. Although sick most of her life she brought us much joy. We rescued Tori (Formally known as CoCo) in Dec of 2002 at the age of three. She was a bag of bones, but they were cute bones, had beautiful eyes and a fantastic temperament. Over the years she loved riding in the car, grew in personality, gained weight, was our protector, loved to eat and push open the bathroom doors to be near us. She made people feel special. We loved her dearly. At the time of her demise she was 96 pounds and just shy of her 12 Birthday, and will always be our beautiful princess. Frances & Phil
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Our precious Simba went over the rainbow bridge today...his heart gave out and he went into heart failure early this morning. Out of all of our rescues from you, sweet Carol...our hearts are heavier than they ever have been. Simba was one of a kind and the most loving giant there ever was. He touched every life that he came in contact with and gave the Doberman name a wonderful one at that.
As tears stream down my face as I write, I know his Emily and Jess, our other beloved DRT rescues, are awaiting for him in heaven.
Here are some pics over the years.... He was loved by so many...it is so hard coming home and not seeing him waiting by the door :(
Mom, dad and Diana...see the wonderful poem below from Carol...
I will lend to you for a while, a Doberman pup, God said
For you to love him while he lives and mourn him when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three.
But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true,
And from the folk that crowds life's land, I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take my Dobie back again.
I fancied that I heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done",
For all the joys this Dobe will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we have known, forever grateful stay.
But should you call him back much sooner than we've planned
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve,
The memory of him and his love, will help us while we grieve.
When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife
We'll have yet another Doberman and love him all his life.
11-18-11
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I write deeply saddened to let you know that the other day I had to put Silas (formally Cheney)down. He was diagnosed with lung cancer and survived another week.
He was the best dog I could ever have. Obedient til the end and always could put a smile on my face. It took a while for both of us in the beginning to get used to each other and learn our ways, but bonded so closely. Being shy of his 7th birthday, I felt like he was taken way too soon and had too many more memories to make. There will never be another dog like him and I will always think about him.
Jill Brown 10-29-11
Dear Carol,
Kingsley celebrated his 9th birthday with us on July 27th 2011. Unfortunatley we had to say goodbye to him yesterday (Sept 6th). Our hearts are broken. I hope he found our other DRT rescue dobies Karma and Bella to show him the way across the rainbow bridge. As I sit here trying to compose this email and going through an entire box of Kleenex I think I cannot go through this heartache again. However, I know each and every dobe is special in their own way. He brought such joy and laughter to our lives, how can I not invite that back? He was our beautiful Kinglsey boy and is greatly missed by each one of the Kerr family.
Thank you for all the relentless work that you do for the dobies. Please know that all your hard work pays off by not only finding rescue homes for this wonderful breed but also for the humans that adopt them. Life would not be the same without a dobe in it!
Hugs and kisses to all the doberkids.
Elizabeth Kerr - sadly missing my boy who should be sitting here beside me with his head on my lap while I type this on my computer
  
Dear Carol, it is with great sadness that I share with you that Cate is now with the Lord. As you may recall, she was having “sneezing” issues all summer. We’ve been in and out of the vet treating for allergies, infection, inflammation, etc… It turns out she had nasal cancer. It took her from us way quicker than we expected. We had to put her down in the middle of the night on Saturday night. Our hearts are broken. We loved her so VERY, VERY much. We miss her so much. Everywhere I go in the house I find myself looking for her …. Standing under my feet when I cook, greeting me at the back door, laying under the dinner table hoping for some spillage from my son’s plate, standing at my bedroom door at 5am every morning ready to go on a run, then have her breakfast and go back to bed for a nap, sleeping in the sunny spot in our dining room in the mid-afternoon, nuzzling her head under my hand when she wanted to be petted, heading upstairs to bed when she sees me lock the back door and set the alarm, and so much more. The loss is profound and, although it is hard to imagine right now, I know each day will get better. At least that is what I am trying to convince myself, Ben and the children of.
Thank you for what you do to give dogs like Cate a chance for their own love, joy and happiness. I know she had that from our family, but we received so much more love, joy and happiness from her. She will be in our hearts forever.
Sincerely, Anita Greenland 10-15-11
P.S. If anyone happens to asks us where they can donate in her memory, we will certainly direct them to Doberman Rescue of the Triad.
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MEMORIAL FOR DAISI (MADISON) KNAPP
DAISI (FORMERLY MADISON) WAS BORN IN 2001, RESCUED BY CAROL AND FOSTERED
FOR SEVERAL MONTHS BY SUSIE BEFORE WE WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO PASS THE TEST AND BRING
HER TO OUR HOME AT AGE 6 MONTHS - SHE WAS AND REMAINS THE ONLY RED WE HAVE
HAD
AND OVER THE YEARS WE LEARNED HOW DIFFERENT FROM BLACK THAT IS!
ONE PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS - AS YOU CAN SEE FROM THE PHOTO HOW
SHE POSED AS IF
SHE WERE THE ONLY DOG THERE AND THIS IS HOW SHE LIVED HER LIFE -
INDEPENDENT AND SELF SUFFICIENT, AND EVERYTHING ALWAYS ON HER TERMS -
TOWARDS
MID-LIFE SHE DECIDED TO RELAX AND ENJOY, BUT STILL REMAINED IN CHARGE. HER
HEART GAVE OUT AFTER ALMOST 10 YEARS AND WE ALL SHALL MISS HER DEARLY.
WE THANK CAROL SO MUCH FOR THE WORK SHE DOES ON BEHALF OF DOBERMANS AND FOR
THOSE OF US WHO LOVE THE BREED.
Jan & Al
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In Loving Memory of Apollo Arthur (June 25, 2000 – September 19, 2011)
Apollo came into our family through DRT as a 10 week old puppy when my first Doberman Thor was terminally ill with cardiomyopathy. We were second on the list for adoption, and the people in front of us rejected him because he didn’t have a mask! They will never know what an incredible dog they missed out on. While Apollo only had about a month with Thor before he crossed over the rainbow bridge, he learned a lot from him and became the most awesome dog I’ve ever owned.
I was determined to make sure that he got the exercise to have a strong heart, and he loved to run through the woods with me on my ATV. Along with the right food, he developed into a tall, long Dobie with a muscular 98 lb. build. While he earned the nickname of "gentle giant", he was also a fierce and fearless protector of his family. Being pure black except for the bottom part of his legs, he had an intimidating presence. On one occasion in the woods, he suddenly turned and pointed, and I saw a very large wild boar with tusks about to come at us! When the boar started to charge us, Apollo went after him with ferocity that I only witnessed on one other occasion, and the boar actually turned tail and ran off into the woods.
The other occasion was when his sibling Bubba (a small 24 lb. dog) was attacked by three very large retrievers (all Apollo's size) who had escaped their yard, and Bubba was screaming in pain. Once again Apollo came to the rescue and the retrievers went running home, getting the worst of the altercation except for Bubba, who survived only because of Apollo.
For the other 99% of his life, he was a friendly ambassador of the breed, and loved meeting people and other animals. He always had a great time at the DRT Reunions, and won many ribbons over the years that he was proud of earning. He was especially fond of "his cat" Kitty, who passed away at the age of 21 - only 11 days after our boxer Buster suddenly passed away on Apollo’s 11th birthday this year. Needless to say, this has been a very tough year for the family.
Apollo was suffering with lymphoma since April, and even with chemo we knew he didn’t have much longer to be with us. We decided to get Zeus (Dobie pup now 4 ½ months old) and Theodore (4 month old kitten) to get some life back into the house. Apollo perked up and took an active interest in training them. The only problem we had was with Zeus and Theo. They would be too rough with each other, and either Theo had to be in his crate of Zeus on a leash. Knowing the end was near, my wife Patty told Apollo she needed his help to fix this, as we couldn’t seem to do it. For the first time, she turned Zeus and Theo loose together with Apollo monitoring the situation. Gently but firmly disciplining Zeus like a grandpa would, in one day he accomplished what we couldn’t do in two months! They were now able to play together without fear of either getting hurt.
Always the alpha in the household, during his last week, Apollo began to allow Zeus to go first through the gates and doors, and drink out of his water bowl. He also let him lead on our walks. It was as though he knew his time was short, and he was preparing Zeus to take over the job of protecting his family.
Sadly, this past Sunday, his condition deteriorated and we had to help him join Thor, Buster, Bubba, and Kitty. We will remember him forever in our hearts. He was the most incredible dog we’ve ever known.
Rob & Patty Arthur
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JACK (f/n/a Lyman)
4/28/2002 - 7/24/2011
The tears are flowing. Our hearts are aching.
It was so sudden, in 3 days you were gone.
Why didn't we see it was not just the summer heat?
How could we fail our precious companion of only 6 years?
Who will tell us when it’s time to go to bed?
Who will tell us it’s time to get up and lead me out to get the paper?
Who will dance for a cookie?
Who will put his head on the table as I feed my face and watch with only eyes moving until I give him a bite with my fork?
Who will play hide and seek and race around me like the wind to play?
How can I look at your favorite spot at the river, or visit any of our special places?
The RV, our house, the yard, the Jeep, our hearts are empty.
What will I do without my shadow?
Phillip and Linda McPherson
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 BRUNO
Carol,
Our beautiful, sweet devoted and faithful friend Bruno passed away this afternoon at abut 4:30 of a suspected heart attack. He was out in the back yard with Jim and just walked a short distance from where Jim was standing and fell. He went peacefully and with dignity as was always his way. Yesterday was my Birthday and Bruno and I played out in the back yard in the early morning as the weather was cool and there was a pleasant breeze. He awaits me now at the "Rainbow Bridge". I will love him always and all ways. He was my special big brown eyed boy who brought so much happiness to both Jim and me. Now, we must find our way forward in the days ahead without our best friend.
MJ 7-16-11
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Marshall 5-22-97 – 6-8-11
 (Marshall arrives)  
Thank you, Carol, for bringing Marshall into our lives eight+ years ago. He had a long life—amazing us and our veterinarian—yet remained our puppy to the very end. So many wonderful qualities but chief among them were his intellect and sweet disposition.
From the first day you brought him by, sporting the blue bandanna, we were in love. Except perhaps for the cat, who no doubt thought “Again? Two previous Dobermans weren’t enough?” But they got along just fine and as you see, frequently shared the den sofa.
He was rarely without a blanket and if one wasn’t readily available, he knew where they were stored. He would touch the drawer with a paw, and after we opened it, would pull out a blanket with his teeth and cover himself.
Until he was diagnosed with CVS four years ago and began to have mobility issues in his hindquarters, he led our frequent three-mile walks. We taught him to retrieve his leash, and all we had to say was, “Walk? Bring it.”
He loved the ocean, too. When we got the place in South Carolina, we were lucky that dogs were allowed on the beach year-round. He never wanted to get completely wet, but would follow the edge of the surf as the waves broke over his paws.
We dearly loved Marshall, as did everyone who met him. He will live forever in pictures like these and in the wonderful portrait painted by our friend and dog artist Karine Thoresen, but mostly, in our hearts. He did his job, and well.
David & Robb
  
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Friday, May 13th, our Jilly Girl passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. She spent her last morning doing her favorite thing, going for a walk with her mama and Dobie brother, Karloff, at Sandy Bottom Park. The vet said Jilly passes away from Cardiomyopathy.
Jilly came into our family 19 months ago. She was so happy to be here, every single day. We charished and adored her and she knew it.
She is deeply, deeply missed.
We are so happy to have been a part of her life.
Carol, thank you for all you do. It is because of you we were blessed with having shared part of our lives with Jilly. She has changed our lives forever.
Pattie & D Tuttle
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 "QUEEN" POPPY SEED
Dear Carol,
"Queen" Poppy Seed crossed over the Rainbow Bridge in December 2010, only 4 weeks after being diagnosed with the most aggressive form of lymphoma. I made certain that she was never in pain, by giving her very strong pain pills recommended by her vet. Poppy and I played, went for longs walks, and her favorite car trips everyday after her diagnosis, until the day before she "told me" that she needed to leave me. Like every other "parent of a beloved pet" does , I stayed in the room with her , wrapping my arms around her body and telling her how much I loved her.
Poppy was the most "elegant" Doberman that I have ever known. Poppy and I had such great times , sitting outside a nearby Starbuck's on so many of those beautiful South Carolina afternoons. She always sat beside me, with her head resting on my lap , while I chatted with friends, and total strangers who were "taken by her beauty, and just had to pet her". It was not just I who thought that Poppy was elegant. She was always complimented by many people who saw her , out and about with me.
Poppy loved to ride in the car with me, on daily trips around the city, as well as on trips to the beach or to the lake. At the lake, Poppy thought that she was Ester Williams.( well that certainly gives away my age range). She loved to run down the dock, jump into the lake, and swim for 4-5 minutes, then return to land, and chase the birds, and squirrels. in the car, Poppy always sat on the edge of the backseat, with her front legs balancing on the floor, and her beautiful head resting on my right shoulder, as I drove. She was so interested in "what was happening outside the car" as we drove. Poppy always made it clear that she was going to rest her head on my shoulder for the entire ride, even when the trip was 2 hours in length. About every 5-10 minutes, Poppy would lift her head from my shoulder and "kiss" my right ear, and then return her head to my shoulder. There was never any doubt that we were a family, and loved each other tremendously.
It has now been just over two months since my Queen Poppy Seed crossed over, and I still miss her terribly. I miss those Dobergal's nails tapping on my hardwood floors, as she ran around my house, especially when it was bedtime . After the Queen and I watched the late evening news, I would let her run outside for the last time that day. When she came inside , she would walk (ok, run) up the stairs to the second floor, and "play her game" of sliding down the hardwood floors to the master bedroom. She slept bedside my bed, in a large stuffed dog bed, "fit for a Queen" ( What else would one expect? )
I am so grateful to you for permitting me to see and spend time with ONLY one Dobergal ( Queen Poppy ) when I drove up to Greensboro to visit DRT. I hope that you will remember that when you and I first spoke on the telephone, I indicated that I had fallen in love with Poppy Seed, from the terrific write- up about her, and her photos on the DRT website. You said in that initial phone conversation that you hoped that I would look at several of the Dobies who were up for adoption at that time, as well as Poppy Seed. Upon my arrival, Poppy Seed was running in the meadow, and when my eyes locked onto hers, there was no reason to look any further.
Queen Poppy Seed can not be replaced !! However, I am hoping in the next month or so, that I can find a Dobergal at DRT , who has most of Poppy's attributes, her love, and who would like a Forever Home with me.
Edgar
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