mothers and daughters

L.T., the rescue hound, terrier, and golden retriever mix (part 3)

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“After twenty-two years, I lost my job.

L.T. has been my support.

He gets me out and walking every day.

I’ve lost fifteen pounds as well as my depression, since getting L.T.”

Leo, the Lionhearted, Miracle Terrier Rescue (part 3)

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“One of the rescuers said, the puppies had hearts of lions, so we called him Leo (the lionhearted).

One of the reasons for getting Leo was so that he could be a companion for my mother.

She is 83 and has early stages of dementia.  Her Doctor recommended getting another dog to help keep her focused and social.

My mother cooks for him, plays with him and even walks him.

Leo acts as a therapy dog as well as a companion.

My mother has a routine with him and it keeps her mind busy.

Leo is very social, he wants to play with every dog he sees, so she has been forced to be social as well.

All in all, Leo has been a help to our family.”

Charlie, the rescue doodle from Hong Kong (part 4)

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” I wasn’t a natural dog person.

I was a bit nervous about the lifestyle change and I was slow to get on board with having a dog.

The first week he was home, it felt like I was back to having a baby again.

I was exhausted and overwhelmed.

He had diarrhea, while running throughout the apartment.

The whole family was on edge.

Relievedly, Charlie was a quick learner.

I’ve come to understand how important he is to the girls and to the family.

Without him in New York, our family didn’t feel complete.

He just arrived, and we couldn’t be more happy.

I like that the girls have someone to cuddle, teaches them responsibility and he keeps them from growing up too quickly.”

Princess, the Pit Bull, Labrador Retriever therapy dog (part 2)

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“I got Princess and started training her for my mother.

In December of 2013, after having Princess only four days, my mother passed away.

I kept Princess and moved back east in April or May of 2014.

It was really hard at first when I moved to NYC.

My landlord said I couldn’t keep her, so I had to get a medical note saying that she had become my service dog to deal with the trauma from my mother’s passing.

We were separated for two years during this process.”

Princess, the Pit Bull, Labrador Retriever mix therapy dog (part 1)

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“My mom wanted a dog, so a friend came over and we looked on Pet Finder, the ASPCA and other rescue sites, but the process was too long.

They didn’t make it easy.

They wanted to interview me and check out my home.

So, I put flyers out around my apartment complex in Georgia and one person responded.

He said, his dog had puppies and if I wanted one he would bring two for me to meet from a litter his dog just had, and I could choose the one that I wanted.

He brought Princess’s sisters, but they didn’t work out.

They didn’t want to walk and they were hard to train.

I tried to house break both of them, but neither would walk and I ended up dragging them.

I called up the original owner and asked him to take them back because it wasn’t working out.

He told me he had the runt of the litter and she was the last remaining puppy.

That was Princess.”

 

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 4)

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“Eventually I took Jean Luc to daycare and printed the photos they posted on Facebook.

I put those photographs on my mother’s  mirror.

With Jean Luc, there was always something to talk about with her.

A few days before she died he wouldn’t go on her bed.  He wouldn’t even go in her room.

He was with her as long as she was consciously aware.

After she died and I brought him back to her house he helped me cope.

Snuggling and having Jean Luc around helps fill the hole.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 3)

“I feel that Jean Luc extended my mother’s life.

When she became bed ridden he sat with her on her bed for hours.

He was this little adorable thing who tried to steal her food, which always entertained her.

She always wanted to know where he was.

He gave her something to think about– wondering where he was and all of his antics.

When I first got Jean Luc, my boss loved him.

He would conduct his business meeting holding Jean Luc like a baby, with his head on his shoulder.

My mother loved those types of stories.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 2)

“I wanted to keep the whole thing a secret, until I appeared at my mother’s house with the dog, but I couldn’t keep the secret.

When my brother and I went to pick the dog out, and my mother asked where we were going, I spilled the beans.

My mother was so excited.

Jean Luc was the runt of the litter, so he was the smallest and he was also the cuddliest.

My brother thought it was idiotic to get a dog while I was going back and forth to mother’s, but I knew that it was going to make her so happy to have the puppy around.

My mother just loved him.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 1)

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“Someone I worked with had a French Bulldog that came to the office every day.

That dog and I were good friends, and I realized when I was ready to get a dog, I was going to get a French Bulldog.

My mother got diagnosed with lung cancer and she loved dogs.

Very soon after the diagnosis I was coming back to the city via the Long Island Railroad and there was a guy on the platform with a 14 month old Frenchie.

On the train ride back to NYC I talked to this guy and his dog sat with me.  I asked him where he got his dog and  decided I should call his breeder to see if there were any puppies.

When I found out that there were puppies available I decided it would make my mother really happy, if, when I came to visit I had a puppy or a dog.

I said, ok, I want a dog.”

Ziggy, the dog that spreads joy wherever he goes (daughter part 2)

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“I remember when I was coming home from a trip outside the city because my depression was really bad and I hadn’t met Ziggy yet, because my mother had just gotten him.

I was panicked at the thought of returning to the city and facing my sadness.

I got off the plane and went straight to my mom’s apartment and I saw Ziggy in his crate and was filled with happiness.

Whatever I am going through with my depression doesn’t matter to Ziggy–no judgements.  There is no pressure, whereas a lot of my friends have a hard time.  They feel helpless and not sure of what to say or how to behave.

No matter how hard my day has been and how alone I feel, I know that I can see Ziggy and get unconditional love at the end of the day.”