June Rainbow Bridge

Submitted by the families who loved them.


RIP Ringo, adopted 01/2012 when he was seven years old. His mom says: I am letting you know he passed 05/29 at the age of 15. We miss our sweet boy so much. His name was Mingo..we changed his name to Ringo Starr. Attached is a photo from last week. Of Ringo and his also rescued aussie brother. Ringo was unable to stand on his own at this point. Because of COVID we had to wait a few days. So we hand fed him and carried him so that he could relieve him self. Best dog ever.


Yesterday (June 1), our beloved Lacey crossed the Bridge as gently and quietly as she lived. Lacey was born March 17, 2008, one of five collie puppies that came to be known as the St. Patrick’s Day puppies. We received her as a foster at  nine weeks of age and fell in love at first glance. Lacey had two MWCR older brothers, Astro and Max. They fell in love with her just as fast as Bruce and I did. Now she is racing through the meadow with her big brothers and all the wonderful pets we have known and loved.


Saying So Long:
Through tears, I am trying to honor one of my best friends and one of the best studio assistants ever. We had to have Scotch put down last Sunday due to laryngeal paralysis that was getting worse and causing more and more bouts with aspiration pneumonia. He was a sweet gentleman to the end, still initiating play in the morning and “bopping” me for a snuggle even though he was having trouble breathing.

There are so many memories:
•His love of keep-away, staying fractions of an inch out of our reach for a toy, ducking his head just enough to keep the toy away—with a gleam in his eye the whole time
•Watching him roll in the grass for the shear joy of it
•Seeing him figure out how to play hide-and-seek with us, another of his favorite games
•Many, many collie kisses and snuggles
•Having him lay close when he sensed his humans needed him to do so
•Poking me when I sat down to practice piano to get a rub, then laying down with a HUGE groan. My toughest music critic
•Watching him cuddle his teddy bear
•Listening to him “cry” with joy when I came home a few years ago from an extended hospital stay. He never left my side that night
•Always, always seeing his shear love of life. A memory I/we will never forget

Our hearts are broken. There will be more collies in our house if at all possible — that’s just a part of our lives. We’d fail at any attempt to foster any rescue collies, like Scotch was, but we can do our best to give the best home possible to a collie in need. Scotch taught us that.

May Rainbow Bridge


Beloved 12-year-old collie mix Robi went over the Rainbow Bridge May 10 due to lung cancer. Robi is truly an example of MWCR’s care and commitment throughout our collies’ lives. He was first surrendered to MWCR in 2010 with a badly broken leg and nursed back to full health by one of our wonderful fosters (thank you Monty & Victoria, before being adopted. In 2012 Robi was returned when his herding instincts were causing him to be reactive toward the comings and goings of the neighboring school. So Robi headed to his next foster home in the wilds of northern Minnesota where they fell in love and realized that he had found his forever home with them. There Robi discovered a love for the outdoors and a special affinity for skijoring. We grieve his loss along with his loving mom, dad and canine brother – run free sweet boy.



Saying goodbye is never easy. To say goodbye to two of your dogs in a few months is just hard. We said goodbye to DiceMan today (May 11). We have had Dice for eight years. He took a huge piece of my heart today. My pack feels so empty. Rest in peace boys till we meet again. – Laura, Dice and Dakota’s mom



From Keeper’s mom: My beloved Keeper was humanely euthanized this afternoon, after an emergency exploratory surgery revealed inoperable, untreatable stomach cancer. He was 11.5 years old. I adopted him from Minnesota Wisconsin Collie Rescue five years ago, almost to the day. Five years was not enough. It was a privilege and joy to be his mum and I am forever grateful to MWCR for entrusting him to me.

He was beautiful. He was a very tall, very long collie with the most beautiful mahogany coat that I have ever seen. He was radiant in the sun, and when he ran to greet me with his big, happy smile, he took my breath away.

His greatest beauty was his personality. He was a gentle, kind, sensitive dog. He loved “his” kitties and was always patient and kind to them, even when they were demonic. He tolerated his bossy “brother” dog without complaint (except for the occasional disagreement over treats). His only enemy was the road grader/plough. He barked ferociously to protect his family, and sometimes just for the hell of it.

He was serious and funny, elegant and goofy, obedient and sometimes naughty, always loving. It’s hard to think of going on without him.


Thirteen year-old Gracie crossed over the Bridge to join her siblings, Aurora and Cody. She was adopted in 2008 and will be greatly missed. Run free sweet girl!



April Rainbow Bridge


We got Duncan from MWCR in August of 2008 as a puppy. He joined a sable sister, Ruby, who was also a MWCR adoption, and tri brother Trouble, who helped raise him.  Duncan eventually became the pack leader.  He slept on our bed with us.  He was very vocal and liked to sing along with us. He would be the first to announce any strange noise or whenever a coat was put on or a door was opened. It’s terribly quiet here now. On March 3rd, he was at a grooming appointment and collapsed. The vet was in that same building and quickly ran tests to tell us he was anemic, and a scan showed fluid in his abdomen.  He had an emergency splenectomy and initially did well,  but did not regain the use of his back legs and was in a lot of pain. We helped him cross the Bridge on March 7th.  He is survived by collie brothers blue merle Luke and tri Gustopher. We all miss him terribly.


RIP Gabe: We volunteered to foster Gabe and he entered our care on 9-1-2012. Gabe with a few other collies were rescued from a hoarder in Iowa. Having two other (MWCR) companions he fit right in. Our plan was to get Gabe healthy and be ready for his Forever Family. He was so joyous and accepting of all that we and our collie companions could offer. Gabe was so very sick having severe medical issues and malnourished. He barely weighed 50#. It was estimated then he was about four years old. But our vet felt he was about six  or seven. He was with us for six months before he was finally ready to be adopted and at his targeted weight of 95#. Like I always say, “What’s one more”! Gabe got along very well with our other  collies, Reese and  Ryder. He decided to become our #3 collie companion. He was so easy. Gabe always had that collie smile, so sweet and wonderful temperament. Gabe, like so many large breed dogs, began to have weakness in his rear. Cold laser therapy, joint meds, vitamin B-12 injections and acupuncture did not help. He was a trooper and never complained. Reese and Ryder passed within three years of Gabe being here. So I became his one and only, my heart dog. He read me like a book. We did everything together. He was mine, and I was his. I miss you dear boy. Our home is very quiet with no pet companions now. We loved you so very much sweet boy. Tom & Vickie


RIP sweet boy: This is Jo. We brought him home from his foster family the summer of 2010. He was an energetic boy, full of life and happy to be with us. As you might guess, he was something of a scamp, but he was our scamp. He loved playing ball, playing with his tug rings, and hunting for mice in the field near our house. While he enjoyed getting attention from others, he was happy to do anything that involved being with his people, whether it was taking walks, riding in the car, or just lounging while we watched TV.

For all his enthusiasm, he had his quiet moments where he’d just look at you with those collie eyes, and those times, you got the impression he was seeing depths in you that you didn’t know you had.

Once he started pushing 13, little aches and pains seemed to last longer. His hind legs didn’t work quite as well as they used to. There was a diagnosis of arthritis. He wasn’t so interested in balls or tugging, and when he did decide he wanted to play, he didn’t care to do it for as long as he did when he was younger. He still liked going for walks and rides, so we did as much of that with him as we could.

Last fall, he started breathing funny and it was a while before we finally got a diagnosis of laryngeal paralysis and a “spot” on his lungs. It was while we discussed tie-back surgery that we learned about GOLPP. Suddenly it wasn’t about the arthritis or the spot and his symptoms seemed to snowball.

It was a systemic break down that we weren’t able to overcome. Breathing became a chore and his gait became unsteady and he couldn’t figure out whether he was walking on the top or bottom of his hind paws sometimes.

After a while all the meds couldn’t help. When he didn’t care to eat – Jo, a dog who never turned down a meal, and managed to find “snacks” of his own on our walks – even on an kick-butt appetite stimulant, we knew the day we’d dreaded, the day we hoped would never come, had arrived.

He had his last car ride on March 26. He no longer hurts, he can breathe normally, and he can chase as many balls and do as much tugging as he wants – just not with us right now.

We love you, Jo, and miss you terribly. Thank you for nearly ten years of being our boy. Best Collie Ever.

Thank you MWCR for entrusting him to us. He’s left a Jo shaped hole in our hearts.


McCoy, adopted in August of 2008, went over the Rainbow Bridge April 25, 2020. RIP handsome boy.


February Rainbow Bridge

MWCR foster brother, Brett (Favre), lost his battle with old age, Feb. 15. He was a few months older than 13 and lived an adventurous life. He was a champion at showing foster siblings the ropes of indoor living, how to do steps, how to sleep on beds and behave at dog parks. He loved to run and splash in the water. But most of all he loved his boy, KJ.

Brett did not like being left alone. He tore the screen in KJ’s bedroom and jumped out the window (above the garage), to the driveway, twice. He leaped over the deck railing several times, even when someone was in the house. He didn’t like it when KJ left. We always got him back from his tag or microchip.

Adopted from the Coon Rapids shelter, three days after his namesake retired, we were told he was Australian Shepherd and cattle dog. We’re pretty sure he was more catahoula than cattle dog. Catahoulas are pig herders, and that was definitely Brett’s herding style. We did a Wisdom panel on him a few years ago, only to be told he was 50% herding dog, 25% husky, 12.5 cocker spaniel and 12.5 lab.

He will be missed.



Dakota, almost 15 yr old sable-headed white, adopted in 2009. Fly high Dakota we will miss you, but we know that you are with Buddy now.

January Rainbow Bridge


From Cody’s mom: This sweet boy, Cody crossed the rainbow bridge on 12/31/19. He was 14 1/2. He loved to be petted by strangers and held his head high when told how beautiful he was. He loved his family dearly and we all loved him with all our hearts. We rescued him through the MWCR when he was 2 1/2. He came out of his shell the first few days knowing he was finally being loved and taken care of. When we met, he jumped up with his front paws on my chest and gave me a kiss. It was love at first sight for my baby boy and I. He loved going on walks and going to the dog park. His girlfriend at the park passed away six months ago. He loved his 90# yellow lab, Sophie so much, like a teenager in love. It was so sweet. Thank you for bringing us together.

December Rainbow Bridge


Gabby, I loved you best.

This cold early morning we finally part my friend

And you’ll run on around the bend

Gone from sight but not from mind

New pleasures then you will find

I’ll go on; I’ll find the strength

Life measures quality, not in length

One last embrace before you leave

One last look before I grieve

There is Signe, that is true

But she is she and that’s not you

And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought

Will remember all you taught

Your place I will hold, you will be missed

Your fur I stroked, your nose I kissed

And as you journey to your final resting place

Take this with you…

I loved you best

Perhaps Gabby had always been a bit of a “wild child,” or maybe her stint of homelessness led her to fight for every morsel of food that came her way. Whatever the motive, Gabby would sometimes launch preemptive strikes on other dogs for no apparent reason. When the perfect home came along – a retired gentleman who lived alone on a nice acreage with no other pets – it seemed like a match made in heaven.

Gabby settled in nicely, enjoying daily long walks, attention from her beloved master, and a large yard in which to play. However, she didn’t appreciate Dad’s paying attention to other dogs. As a further insult, one little black dog bit her on the nose without provocation – an understandable turn-off! Sometimes Gabby would stake her claim to territory even if it was while they were out on walks or while visiting another’s home. She would assert alpha dog status and let it be known that she’d better not face any challenge to that ranking! After she lunged at a standard Poodle twice her size on his home turf, Gabby’s Dad realized that she was capable of doing great harm if this behavior went unchecked. He needed help, and he needed it fast!

Fortunately, Gabby lived in Big Bend Wis., close to Frank Allison’s training facility. In their initial one-hour session, Frank used a humane pinch collar, and employing consistency and frequent rewards, he kept reminding her who was boss. “Keep it positive” was his mantra. Frank then took Gabby outside where there were lots of other dogs. Amazingly, after that brief one-on-one session, she was suddenly as interested in the other dogs as they were in her.

Gabby and her master were invited to attend several other training sessions. Her Dad was anxious that Gabby might attack the other dogs, and she quickly sensed his nervousness. Recognizing this, Frank took Gabby in tow to demonstrate his techniques to the group, using this former “wild child” to teach the entire class lessons in canine control. Soon Gabby was shouldering other dogs, ducking through Hula Hoops, jumping up on tables, passing alongside loud vacuum cleaners, and much, much more!

In short, Gabby needed to learn how to socialize with other dogs, and now she can’t wait to visit her canine friends on their walks – well, except for the little black dog who bit her snout! And Gabby now loves Aunt Linda’s standard Poodles and looks forward to house-sitting for them with her Dad! Whether she wonders, as comedian Rita Rudner has speculated, if poodles might be members of some weird religious cult, Gabby isn’t saying, proving once again that she has truly become a lady! No more pinch collar needed for this lovely girl!



We said goodbye today to Pickleman (aka Pickles) after a wonderful, albeit short 17 months together. Sister Kookie (aka Cookie) was with him as he left us. We had a whole year longer than we were told to expect when we adopted him in July 2018.
Note: Pickles came to MWCR after the death of his owner and was at least 13 years old at that time, so that made him at over 14!


A very sad and hard day for us today. Diamond had a great day yesterday playing with Maggie and following me around the dog yard while I picked up the yard. He was happy. But sometime last night he twisted his stomach and we took him into the Vet thinking he had something lodged in his throat. Not the case. We chose to try surgery to hopefully save him, but the stomach was too damaged. He also had an aggressive cancer, so with that in mind we had to let him go. We are lost, numb, and empty right now. It was so unexpected. He was 11 &1/2. He gave us 9 years of unselfish love. He lives on forever in our hearts! Run free, Diamond, with Toby, Buddy, River and Raine! You will be missed!




Today my husband David and I needed to help our MWCR rescue, Murray, over the Rainbow Bridge. We adopted him on May 22, 2018 at age 5 and his name was Twister. His name did not fit him at all as he was as mellow as dogs come, mellower than that actually. We changed his name to Murray. We couldn’t have found a better dog. He was so sweet, unique and special. He was absolutely adorable, almost never barked, loved everyone: kids, dogs, cats, loved walks where he could sniff everything, especially leaf piles. He always wanted to say hi to everyone on our walks. He loved chasing squirrels in the yard and walking around with a stuffed toy in his mouth, snuggling on the couch, even being vacuumed. He was a lover. His symptoms started several months ago and the diagnosis was never definitive; either pancreatic cancer or chronic pancreatitis. We had excellent vet care and provided palliative care., enjoyed each good day. He was so tough and brave and then he became very tired. We knew today was the day, it was so hard to do but we know it was right for Murray. We are comforted in knowing that he is not suffering and hopefully sniffing everything in his new surroundings. We are so thankful to MWCR for matching us with Murray, he gave us so much joy in his short time with us.


November Rainbow Bridge


Sad news from Baron’s mom – he was adopted in 2009: I struggle to type this, but wanted you all to know. I rescued Baron from MWCR 10 years ago, a shy skinny boy that feared all people. He grew to be a strong beautiful people loving collie. In June he was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Today (November 15), he crossed the rainbow bridge. He fought long for me and kept his amazing grace. Thank you so much for taking him and giving me the opportunity to give him the best life for 10 years. I am forever grateful!



Sad news from Cricket’s mom: Sadly I am writing this email to let you that Cricket lost her battle with kidney disease early November. We are heartbroken, this sweet little girl was a gigantic part of our lives. Her fun loving, outgoing and cuddly personality could not have been more of a perfect fit for our family. She helped her collie sister, Lacey, come out of her shell and enjoy the outdoors. Thank you for allowing my perfect Cricket to come into our lives, she is deeply missed. I only wish there was more I could have done for her but we were lucky enough to make precious memories with her.



Sadly we had to let our dear Lassie go over the Rainbow Bridge (Nov. 6). She has had hip problems in the past year or so that made it a little hard at times for her to get around but in the past few days she could barely stand and would fall after only a few steps. She also refused to eat the past few days. Lassie would have turned 12 in January.


Lassie came to MWCR in 2009 at a year and a half old when her owner, who was in the service, got stationed to Iraq. Within a day, we knew we knew we would be adopting her – she was just the dog we were looking for. Lassie loved to run free and was always excited when she was allowed outside the fenced area of the seven acres at her home. She liked to show off how fast she could run. Lassie was a wonderful companion who lived up to the character of her breed and her name-sake. Every time a new foster arrived, Lassie was thrilled and would immediately welcome her new friend(s) into a game of chase. Always friendly toward every person and dog she met, one of her favorite things to do at the dog park was to hang out at the gate to meet all the people and the dogs as they would come and go.

When it became difficult for her to run and chase with the dogs she would stand aside and cheer (joyfully bark) while the other dogs played. She enjoyed her years as cheerleader almost as much as she had enjoyed the times she had running with her canine friends.


I adopted Loki in 2011. He was the tricolor smoothie from the litter born on 7-4-2010. When I first got him, he was very shy and scared of so many things. But I dedicated a lot of time and training with him, and year after year he became more and more comfortable with me and his surroundings. Eventually he became so confident and content that you never would’ve known he was ever a timid dog. We did everything and anything together. We had plenty of adventures; travelling, going on hikes, spending time at the dog park, and visiting the beach. But I think our favorite moments together were just cuddling on the couch and relaxing at home. We went through so much together and we became very close. We had a deep connection where I honestly felt he knew exactly what I was feeling, and vice versa. He was my best friend.

Earlier this month, I had to put him down due to inoperable and incurable cancer. He was my best friend and enriched my life in every way possible. My home and heart feel so empty without him. I want to thank MWCR for bringing him into my life. My life wouldn’t have been the same without him and I feel so lucky to have spent the time with him that I did.

October Rainbow Bridge


We adopted Timmy from MWCR in 2008. I had volunteered to foster him for the group and totally failed my foster! He was with us for 11 years – definitely not long enough. Here’s a picture of him in 2010. Timmy passed away yesterday (Sept. 30)  – just old age. What a beautiful, sweet boy! I’m SO sad and the house is empty without him. – Cara







My precious, sweet, little 12-year-old Carmel has passed away. Carmel had pneumonia when she joined my household. She also coughed, choked, and gagged when eating, problems we attributed to her pneumonia and a side effect of nausea from the antibiotics. When the pneumonia cleared and she finished the antibiotics, the problems continued and she was diagnosed with dysphagia, a swallowing disorder. Over time, the dysphagia got worse until she could no longer eat or even drink water without gagging and foaming at the mouth. Her weight had dropped to 34 pounds and her veterinarian and I decided the kindest thing to do was to let her go.

Carmel was the gentlest dog I’ve ever had. She loved everyone – people and animals. My collie mix, Jake, and my cats, Angel and Duncan, thought Carmel was wonderful as did everyone in the neighborhood. Carmel loved the neighbor’s two cats who visited and would bark excitedly when she saw them on the front porch. Carmel was only with me for three months, but she became a huge part of my life. Miss you dearly, my sweet precious little girl. – Terry


Mia joined us on Memorial Day Weekend 2016. Mia ended her journey with us today, Tuesday, October 22. She came to us as a special needs permanent foster, but soon simply was another member of our vineyard pack. Mia joined a bonded pair of collie brothers. Several months later, a Golden Retriever sister joined the pack. Boisterous and sometimes bossy, Mia loved to be in the middle of any event. She loved to bark every time a walk was offered and led the way down the ramp, watching carefully for every treat during the ramble. Mia’s closest partner was the barn cat, who would wait outside the door and join the pack on the walk, stepping in front of Mia, deliberately forcing her to change direction or stop. When she stopped the cat would rub against her, claiming her as his friend. As Mia slowed in the last year, she would sit in the shade of the porch and her feline friend would slide onto her front legs, directly under her chin. Together they watched the world pass by. Mia was always the first of the pack to welcome visitors. She always offered a vocal and enthusiastic greeting, pushing her way through the pack until she received the attention she was sure she deserved. After a few minutes, she would settle quietly often at the feet of the guest. It’s hard to know if Mia loved her treats or walks more. As she slowed over the last months, Mia supervised the walks from the front walk in the company of her favorite cat, but she never missed a treat. After a couple of years, she finally began to understand the command: “gentle” when given a treat. Boisterous, bossy, friendly, inquisitive, courageous, enduring, unique, and loyal are some of the words to describe Mia, our special pack and family member. She is missed. We thank MWCR for their willingness to entrust Mia to our care and for their support in attending to Mia’s veterinary care and dietary needs. Mia was a special Collie, a gift to all who knew her. We celebrate her time with us and are thankful for the way she made our lives better and richer. – Mary & Jeff Aderman

September Rainbow Bridge


Handsome smoothie Brogan left us yesterday September 9th, after a brief illness. Adopted in 2011, he was a wonderful ambassador for MWCR at many events. From his family: RIP Brogan. Enjoy your romps over the bridge. And please keep watch over us. You were the best dog ever!!!!💞😘 We miss you so very much! 07/04/10 – 09/09-19

Also, Honey, 14.5 years old, passed away in February, after having vestibular problems; Hunter died August 30.

August Rainbow Bridge


Sophie 5/29/2007 to 8/11/2019 

All collies are beautiful.  I will miss my sweet Sophie who was so loyal, never asking for anything but love and understanding of who she was – a truly gentle sweet beautiful collie girl. I adopted her at age four and she was my sweetie for eight years. I chose her because she was first of all, so pretty, and second of all she had a curiosity about her. I would imagine that it was a big adjustment for her to move from the country on a small farm where her foster Mom was to a suburb. I never hurried her to mingle in the hustle and bustle of big crowds or events because I found out she preferred her quiet times in her yard or at the local quiet doggie park.


Sophie loved her yard and never minded the snow or cold either. She actually liked the cold and didn’t seem phased by the very cold. She charted her territory and was contented to walk it each day if it wasn’t raining. She liked the car rides because she usually knew we were going to the park, loved children and some people, but barked at others. She never failed to alert us when someone that didn’t belong in the neighborhood normally was nearby. She grew to like and play with her toys. She could find the smallest little things in the yard like little toys the kids would drop through the fence. Sometimes it was little tomatoes from the garden. She would play with them. She loved small dogs or puppies, feared the big dogs, but would hang with other dogs of the same temperament and size. People at the dog park sometimes called her Princess because she would sit back and watch all the other dogs and action, but if they got too rowdy she would bark at them as if she was telling them to cut it out. Sophie was a smoothie. Some people who weren’t familiar with the breed often thought that I trimmed her fur that way. Like other collies she was often a couch potato. Ultimately she had one sofa that became hers in the TV room, and don’t you dare sit on her sofa when she was there. She would pace around and around if you were sitting on it and give you the collie eye look until you got off. We would laugh knowing that she would do it each time. Once she had her sofa, she was happy. I loved her dearly. Eight years went too fast. The last year became the hardest as she got older and was diabetic. I managed it for at least two years.  May 29th was her birthday and she was 12. I hold the memories near and she will always be my sweetheart. – Julie Sell


Yesterday (August 15), was a very sad day for us. Buddy, our first foster and the first collie we adopted went to the rainbow bridge.

We are not sure how old Buddy was but thanks to MWCR, he had a good long happy life with us. Buddy came into MWCR when he was about five years old. He had been badly abused and the owner tried to put him down but the vet said no and called MWCR.
Veronica and I fostered him, fell in love and instantly adopted him. Buddy had been abused so bad that he spent the first couple of months hiding behind the couch. He slowly came out of his shell and lived a very happy and good life. He loved the other fosters, spending time in the yard, going to the park and collie frolics, and sleeping in bed with us.
Thank you MWCR for helping make Buddy part of our life. – Monty and Veronica


Sadly, 7-year-old Bandit, adopted just two months ago, had to be helped over the Rainbow Bridge yesterday (August 14). He was originally saved from a very neglectful situation but because he wasn’t getting along with one of the family’s other dogs, they surrendered him to a local shelter, who contacted MWCR to bring him into our rescue. We reached out to a waiting adopter about taking him as a foster dog but they knew he needed them and adopted him as soon as he arrived.
Over the past weekend Bandit began to have devastating and severe seizure/neurological issues. They tried for several days to bring him out of it but none of the treatments their vet tried were helping. He was getting worse each day and in constant distress, so the decision was made to end his suffering. As we all know, this is the worst part of sharing our lives with our pets but unfortunately, also one of the responsibilities we have as the people entrusted with their care.
Sometimes we wonder if the pain is worth it but Bandit’s mom’s words help us put things in perspective: I want to assure you if we would have known beforehand what he would have to go through, we would adopt him again with no hesitation, he gave us that much joy.  He was a gift.  And I will always remember the furry curl of a collie beside me on the den couch.  I swear he was smiling.
Loss is so unfair when it happens to those you love.  But we will recover in time.
Thank you for helping to give us the opportunity to have had him a part of our lives.  He was a beautiful companion.

Sadie Mae

Our Sadie Mae crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on Tuesday, May 28, 2019. It was a peaceful passing with loving arms around her and sweet whispers in her ears. Our memories of the past six years are much more than we can share today and she was so much more. Sadie came to us in the fall of 2013, after being surrendered by a woman who had found her as a stray. Sadie (aka: Lady) , was a perfectly mannered, gentle, sweet girl who must have been very loved before she came to us. We are sure it was a difficult decision to let her go and we have been very thankful of her previous fur-Mom’s generous heart.

Sadie was always giving and trusting. She loved spending time on the front screened porch giving marching orders to squirrels or offering a surprise vocal “attack” as she announced a bike rider or jogger. She had a keen sense of danger. She woke me one night when a floor stand’s motor seized-up, the smell of hot plastic and the heat from the unit got her attention and then my action before it ignited. Her protective side was sooo tender . . . If one of her stuffies squeaked, as it was stepped on in error by one of us, she would immediately retrieve it and whimper while she carried it around the house until she laid it to rest in a safe location. Never a toy was destroyed: as she would “floss” her teeth in the material gently. She was lovingly spoiled. She would sit ever so patiently for a few Culver’s french fries . . . her favorite treat. We believe she felt safe, respected, and loved.

Sadie’s mobility continued to decline over the last four months and additional health issues were a challenge. Dr. Amber from Lodi Veterinary Care supported Sadie, and us, through her last eight weeks. She was able to offer Sadie improved mobility and even a solid rally in the week before she passed . . . doing things she hadn’t done in many months. We will be forever grateful for Dr. Amber’s caring manner and the treatment modalities she provided to improve Sadie’s last few months.

Our home is definitely feeling the loss of our sweet beautiful girl, but our memories of so many special moments keep her alive in our hearts. Forever our Sadie Mae❣️ – xoxo Janelle & Leah

Maesie and Ollie

It was with great sadness that I sent Maesie (DOB-5-20-03), adopted May of 2010 and Ollie (DOB-6-23-08), adopted July of 2014 to the Rainbow Bridge together on 8-19-19. Maesie at 16+ has had several issues over the last few months and over the prior week had refused to eat and eventually refused to drink anything except water. Ollie has had many health issues from day 1. The one that caused him the most problem was spinal arthritis in all of his feet. We had been doing acupuncture and laser treatments for a couple of years and it was steadily progressing. His walks were short, and getting shorter because his hind legs would give out and lifting a 95# guy was not impossible but becoming a struggle – not only outside but also inside. I had throw rugs all over but it seemed he would find himself in an area w/o one and struggling to get up. Maesie had also gotten to that point after not eating and losing weight but she insisted on a walk most days until the very end.

They were great buddies and Ollie was so solicitous of her. He would lick her ears and she would lean her head into him. I had Maesie for 4 years before Ollie came along. I’ll never forget him getting her to play and even doing a play bow and they chased each other around our backyard. She had never done that before so no question – Ollie was staying. He was a big teddy bear and Maesie was the greeter. When they were younger and we went to the dog parks, I would have to keep a leash on her for a while because she wouldn’t leave the gate area. Someone once suggested that I get her a job at Walmart. Prior to Ollie, Maesie and I traveled with a friend and her dog in her RV around Lake Michigan and we also spent five days at Devil’s Lake. We walked many miles together and I really miss her. Maesie, Ollie and I and another friend spent a week in Door County, walking paths and visiting parks. In the winter when the snow and ice weren’t forgiving with their age – Ollie would pick out a toy and I would roll it down our hallway and they would both chase it. It was so funny to watch because whichever one came back with the toy – I would yell “yay Maesie” or “yay Ollie” and which ever one had it actually had a swagger to their gait as they brought it back to me. They made me laugh.

BUT – time marches on and here I am with many great memories of both of them and still teary and waking up at night about every two hrs because that’s the way it’s been for quite some time. I always hoped their need to go out would be coordinated but seldom did. So I was up in two hours and then again about an hour later 3-4 times a night. But I know my sleep patterns will self correct given time but I still wake up listening for nails clicking on the floor to let me know they need to go out and it isn’t happening. We all grieve – how can one not? They are such a huge part of our lives that it would be callous not to. Anyone with a heart knows and feels that. Right now my house feels horribly empty. My living room as my vet saw it when he came for the house call said it looked like a hospice center – which it kind of was. Beds – either raised or comfort foam so they had a choice and fans. My floors are a mess but they will get cleaned. All in due time. After everything is caught up – I will be looking to foster/adopt again.

In the meantime, I want to pass on two quotes that I found recently. The first is by Rumi; “Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”

The other is by Ram Dass: “We are all just walking each other home.”

Thank you for listening and sharing and I know you have all been here in this moment in time with someone dearly loved.

Sweet Hyland went to the Rainbow Bridge in June. She was adopted in 2012.


When I adopted Guinness (known as Jazz with MWCR), I had no idea that he was an angel on earth. I was just a few months removed from the end of a long-term relationship and feeling lost and directionless in life. I had always had a soft spot for collies, so I applied to adopt through MWCR. The rescue thought Jazz might be a good fit, and something about him told me I should drive the 3+ hours to meet him his foster home in Illinois. I knew right away this was the one. I picked him up later that week on a dangerously cold February night, and I remember glancing back at him on my truck’s back seat and seeing a questioning look on his face. He wasn’t sure about our new arrangement. Later that night, I finally pulled into my driveway and walked him into the house. He stood and looked around the living room, surveying his new home, still clearly unsure about the night’s events. An hour later, he was curled up across my legs on my couch, calm and content.

Guinness was my best friend and my rock for more than 12 years. I never had a bad day at work because he was there to greet me every night when I got home. He was my shadow in everything I did. He was as close to a perfect dog as I think can possibly exist. He was gentle. He was intelligent. He was sensitive. He was loving. I always thought he was an “only-dog dog”, because he’d spend more time walking up to people for his favorite butt rubs at the dog park than he did playing with other dogs. But then I heard about another dog needing a home in late 2015 (when Guinness was nearly 11 years old), I brought him to meet the new dog. Guinness was wonderful with him. From that day forward, Guinness accepted Macree into his home and his life. There was never a growl exchanged between them. Guinness knew he wasn’t being replaced. That would be impossible.

When Guinness began to get sick in August of 2018, I knew the twilight was coming. His back legs were giving him trouble, so I got a body harness that would allow me to carry him up and down the stairs everyday and to help him up when it was icy last winter. He took a turn for the worse in late February of this year and another one a week later. I rushed him to the emergency vet, who told me that he had aspiration pneumonia and, because of his laryngeal paralysis, would be susceptible to another bout any time he drank water. She also said that the humidity of a Wisconsin summer would make him more and more uncomfortable. She was honest with me that there would be many more bad days than good days ahead for him. I had been trying for months to prepare myself, but it still hits like a ton of bricks when you have to make good on your promise to say goodbye when it’s time. I tried to be composed for him, to say goodbye with the grace and dignity that he deserved, but I was a mess. The moment the vet said she couldn’t hear his heartbeat anymore will live with me forever.

Despite all of that sadness, I would choose him again and again and again, knowing the ending. He gave me so much love when I needed it most, and never asked anything in return. Someone said to me, “If your love could keep Guinness alive, he would live forever”. He does, in my heart and now on my arm. I thank MWCR for giving me the opportunity to adopt Guinness many years ago. He was the best boy.