Muffin

On March 13, 2010, we adopted one of your dogs.  Her name was Sparkles and she was a mini schnauzer who was rescued from a puppy mill.   We changed her name to Muffin. It is with a heavy heart to inform you that Muffin has pasted.  She developed cancer in her intestines and her liver.  Muffin passed on January 30th between 10 and 11 pm. We have enjoyed the years we had with her.  She became my shadow and needed to know where I was in the house at all times.  She slept on the floor on her pillow next to me every night. When she got excited she would do this little tap dance and wag her little knobby tail.  She and my other dog also enjoyed going on family vacations together. She was a great little companion.  She is going to be missed greatly.  I just wanted to thank you for letting us adopt her which brought joy into our family. Good luck with your future adoptions.

Cheryl A. Grassi

We sadly learned of the passing of one of our sweet former Rawhide Rescue alumni, Angel. Angel was an English Mastiff that was owner surrendered to us in February 2011 when she was 7 years old and her past was such a sad story, and we knew it our mission to find her a new home. This gentle, beautiful girl was immediately fostered by one of our volunteers, Sonal, who warmly welcomed her into their home. But it wasn’t long after that Angel was there, that Sonal and her family realized that they couldn’t let her go and she became a beloved and cherished part of their family and spent the last 7 years receiving and giving so much love. RIP sweet lady, June 8, 2004 – August 29, 2018.

Thank you, Sonal, Marc, Lindsey, and Sophia for opening your hearts and home to this wonderful girl.

It is with a heavy heart that I am giving you the news that Missy, the Llewellyn setter that my wife and I adopted from your fine organization back in 2003 has passed away. We first saw her, advertised as a Welsh Springer, at one of your foster homes in Dunellen. The actual breed didn’t matter; once we saw her, she was ours. She provided me and my wife with an unending source of companionship. Additionally, she devised herself various “jobs”, the most prominent one being our morning “alarm clock” and our “time for bed” clock. She survived to have a cancerous growth removed six or so years ago. Dr. Coleman and his staff at Meyersville Veterinary Group looked after her health during her time with us, providing some of the finest care we have ever received in all of the years that we have had pets.

Missy was much more than just a pet and I can never say that we owned her; I more think that she owned us. The Rainbow Bridge is a real tear-jerker but Diane and I both hope that when our time comes, the author knew what he or she was talking about. Our days with dogs is not yet over. As Spring approaches, we will begin the search for another one who needs to look after us; Missy has left big paw prints to fill.