Dear Maxximus,

I met you the day you turned 3 weeks old and you opened your eyes for the first time. It was love at first sight. We had 7 wonderful years together, and then you got sick with cancer. I promised you that if you ever gave me an inkling that you were in pain, I would let you go. That day came on April 8th, 2009. You had a cyst on your neck that burst and when I tried to stop the bleeding, you winced.

I kept my promise and it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Our vet, Dr. Carr came to the office on his day off to help you cross over. The night before, you had steak and banana pudding for dinner. You were so happy. The next day, April 11, we went to the vet’s office. One of the girls that works there brought you chicken McNuggets. You scarfed those down! Daddy and I stayed with you during and after you passed and just kissed your face. I apologize for not hugging you as Dr. Carr injected you. I couldn’t bear to feel the life slip out of you. Please forgive me.

We think about you every day and your sister Sophie misses you. I remember when you came to me in my dream and told me that Sophie wanted out. I found out later that daddy had closed the bedroom door when he went to sleep that night and she couldn’t get out of the room to pee. Thank you for that. Visit anytime.

You are a true angel and we will never forget you.

Love, Mama

Breed: American Bullbog

Dear Shelby,


I remember the first time I saw you. I wanted a boxer, we were looking on a boxer rescue site, and I didn’t know I was going to look at a bulldog. I walked into that pet store, saw your huge body, and all those nipples. I shook my head and said no way. We stood there and talked to the foster mother and you managed to nuzzle your head into my right hand. I had to smile and kept shaking my head. On the car ride home -which you are named for (Shelby Mustang) -I could feel my right hand, the sensation was still lingering. I had my arms folded the whole car ride home. To my surprise, we ended up rescuing you. Well that was about 5 years ago. You have been my best friend since. Its hard to write this with tears in my eyes. I’m so glad you have never seen me drink alcohol. I talk about you at meetings and how grateful I am to have you in my recovery. I could never imagine walking outdoors before I had you. You got me out of the house and walking further and further each day–also becoming part of my new favorite hobby of picking up coins on the ground. The way you love everyone and lay your head on their laps still makes me smile so big. You lay in the funniest positions and are so silly. I love that you don’t bark. You also know when I’m not paying attention and linger a little longer on spots on our walks. We get honked at almost every walk we take. Someone always compliments us and asks about you everywhere we go. Two peas in a pod. With my height and your broad chest and big lean body we are quite an attraction. I can’t thank you enough for knowing when I’m in pain, being nice to all my friends, and being so excited to see me when I get home. I just wanted you to know, before I got you I was beat down, at my rock bottom, and hopeless. I had someone to take care of, someone that depends on me, and someone to love me. I have my bracelet I wear that says my dog loves me when no one else does. It’s just me and you, and I’m so glad God brought you into my life at just the right time.

I love you always

Your mom, Carrie

Breed: American Bulldog

Dear Layla,

I miss you so much. It has been a year and a half since you went to the rainbow bridge. You were such a good girl even though you would sometimes sprint away, ignoring my calls, to clean up the neighborhood of cat poo. I miss seeing you riding in the back of the truck. You looked like a doggie surfer. I miss your little crooked ear and your markings that grandma said looked just like a saddle on your back. I love you so much, Loo, and I hope I will see you again someday. Until then, I hope you are playing with Weezie.

Breed: American Bulldog