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Harlin came into our lives on Sept.2/07. We picked him up from a foster home in Toronto. We have so many beautiful and loving memories of him…
He would sit by the heat vent so that the soft warm air would blow through his ears as he gently turned his head from side to side. He could do that for hours. We could watch the simplistic beauty of it for a lifetime. He hated the cold weather of course but took great delight in continually scooping up and munching ice chunks off the sidewalk. Harlin was a licker, big time!!! Especially right after your shower when you were all nice and clean. Elbows, arms, top to bottom. Getting between the toes was a #1 priority 😀 He worshiped the sun as we worshiped him. Our little boy was a unique JR. He took the words “laid back” to a whole new level. He was never hyper, always relaxed and calm; a little “love sponge.”
To no longer be able to kiss you, snuggle you, smell you and see you when we walk in the door leaves an ache and hole in our lives deeper then the Grand Canyon, but, our love must be selfless and unconditional.
Harlin, our handsome little man. You whispered in my ear and looked deeply into my eyes. “Mommy, I am sick, I am tired and I need to go now, all my friends are waiting for me at Rainbow Bridge and it is now my time to go too.” OK, I thought, OK my baby.
Harlin left us on Monday April 3rd and he is young, strong healthy and free of pain again. What a beautiful world it was to have him with us.
We love you Harlin, we miss you and we will never forget you sweetheart. Godspeed. XOXO
Forever in our hearts.
Marg, Ron and Little Frita
My dear Mr. Biggs
He was the loved companion of a senior citizen for 10 years. The man was admitted into medical care on an urgent basis and could no longer care for his beloved little canine friend. His family, unable to take in Mr. Biggs themselves, brought him to me in tears wishing the best for him. With many many thanks to the Jack Russell Terrier Rescue of Ontario Biggs was accepted into the foster program and his own medical needs looked after. He found his way into my home and became a permanent foster dog when we discovered that he had a significant heart murmur and was not an adoption candidate. This amazing rescue promised him to look after his needs and provide him with a home and person who loved him, and the financial means to make sure he had what he needed to live a quality life. I have had Mr. Biggs since October 2014. But soon, we will have to say goodbye because his poor little heart is just too “Bigg” for his little body. Go figure that the kindest little gentle dog is going to pass from this world because he just has too big of a heart. For the next hours, days, if we are lucky a week or two we will enjoy what time we have left. Pets, such a wonderful addition to our lives. I’ll miss the little guy- he is so special.
– Kimberly Hutton
Note: Janey was a mill mom, adopted by Judy and her husband years ago from JRTRO. As a mill dog, she had to have all her teeth removed due to infection. Janey lived a lovely, full life with her forever family. Within a few days of her passing, her best friend Baxter also crossed the Rainbow Bridge. A lot for one family to absorb and grieve for at one time. This is a letter sent to JRTRO from Janey’s mom and is reprinted with permission.
I love you so very much.
I look around and remember you everywhere. Read more of this post
Five years have passed since we picked up Herman (now called Peat) from his foster home in September 2010. His first day went really well as documented in the Happy Tails archive at the JRTRO website. We were so happy to have him in our life and believed that finally he would be able to settle down after his turbulent earlier years. We thought we knew it all, having had dogs in our life continuously for many decades, including other Jacks. How wrong could we have been! This is a sad tale but it has a happy ending, and we think might give hope to those of you who might be experiencing similar problems with your rescue dog and are seeking remedies and redemption. Read more of this post
It’s that time of year again when we are selecting our top 12 photos for inclusion in our annual JRTRO calendar, Just Jacks. There will be 12 main photos selected, as well as 12 side bar photos, and possibly some honorary photos for the inside cover. Read more of this post
Recently, a new foster came onboard and, as usual, an email goes out to the rest of the team to welcome the new foster family and help give them the lay of the land.
One “reply all” response from one of our foster dads really captured the essence of what it is to work in rescue and to foster. Thanks Bill Ziobroski, you brought a tear to many an eye and a round of “hear hear”s from us all. Read more of this post
We are a small but mighty group of women and men devoted to helping stray and homeless Jack Russell Terriers (JRTs) find their way to loving adoptive homes and helping individuals who need to re-home their dogs due to difficult circumstances.
So far this year we have adopted out 76 dogs from widely divergent situations. Every year, we hope to hit the “100 dogs placed” mark but we know every adoption is a reason to celebrate. We are currently operating with 13 active foster homes, 5 emergency foster homes and 3 long-term, palliative foster homes where Princess, Mr. Biggs and Bethany Lyn are living out their days with families who love them. Read more of this post
So many people I speak to are not sure they can foster… unsure if they could do it emotionally. Well, this weekend I went to meet the “freedom transport” with a few members of my family. It is truly a freedom transport, as these little ones that were once “jailed and sentenced to death for no crime they committed” suddenly find themselves being whisked away to freedom and a chance for a life, a life some of them would dare never dream of possible.
When you arrive at the drop off and pick up destination, you instantly are surrounded by people and although you may have just met them for the first time, you are family. Brought together by one goal, saving and volunteering your time, your vehicle and your love to care for (once) little lost souls. (See some of the transport photos that Julie Ann met up with on flickr)
Once seen it cannot be unseen. It is one of the most powerful and emotional experiences I have ever had and I know no matter how many times I will go through this it will hit me the same way. Crate after crate with little ones, medium ones and large ones. Huge eyes, some frightened, some brimming with joy, some huddled in the corners, other so eager to be touched to be loved to feel human contact. Every size, every shape every breed. There was even a tripod dog, and even though he lost his leg he was eager to get into his transporters car to begin the last leg of his journey to his foster home. This wonderful man took the time to bring him back out so my cousin could see him and learn about him and what saving him means. She was told within a few weeks he would be running around with his new foster sisters and then he would be looking for his forever home. He came from death row to freedom and his life will never be the same. None of our lives will ever be the same.
It is true what has been seen cannot be unseen, what has been heard cannot be unheard. That is a good thing in this case. This was such a deeply emotional experience for us all and it has changed the life’s of my cousin Judith, her son David John and my wonderful Auntie B. They are starting on their journey to becoming foster parents, and I hope we can all keep them in our thoughts and prayers.
We see videos and hear the stories from our wonderful transporters, but to see it first hand what they do, is truly an awe inspiring event. So much work goes into getting these little ones to safety and I would like to thank each and every transporter out there. There are so many people who give of their time and money. They come together for the love of a little dog that they may only get to know for an hour, but that hour will change our collective lives forever.
So I would like to finish this off with just this thought, if you are not sure about fostering, try to meet up with a transport and watch all these men and women helping all these once condemned animals. Suddenly a broken heart of your foster leaving seems to be a small price to pay. I would like to say, I once thought my heart would break when my fosters left, but it didn’t, it hurt and it was painful, but it is nothing to the pain of knowing without fostering these little ones would be dead.
– Julie Ann Sawden
(Thank you to Julie Ann for contributing this contribution to our blog, Julie Ann and her husband are one of our most prolific foster families and they have been the bridge to a new life for almost too many Jacks to count!)
It’s that time of year again when we are selecting our top 12 photos for inclusion in our annual calendar, Just Jacks. There will be 12 main photos selected, as well as 12 side bar photos, and possibly some honorary photos for the inside cover. In order for your photo to be considered, IT MUST MEET THESE REQUIREMENTS:
Preference will be given to: Read more of this post