Sassy
January 7, 2009

Jordan
I adopted Jordan in September of 2002. I was a little imtimidated of him because of his size and wasn't sure if he would bond with the family after all he had been through. My husband (now ex) told me that we should give him a chance, and I sure am glad that I did. Jordan was only with us a few short months when he was diagnosed with Wobblers Syndrome. We took him to see Dr. Mark Anderson and had surgery done, it took Jordan quite awhile to recover but he did get back to his normal self. In 2004 our daughter was born and this was a huge adjustment for the whole family. In 2006 my husband and I divorced and I have to admit, there were times I thought I might have to give him back to Doberman Rescue, it was just hard to take care of me my baby, Jordan, and me but I just couldn't do that. Jordan had become my Best Friend over the years. Then in 2007 Jordans health began to deteriorate. He began falling more and more and could not get up, the vets believed it was from his back surgery from years ago. He also had chronic hepatitis and hypothyroidism. Over the next couple of weeks he began eating less and less and was sick more often, he was losing weight and had develped a tumor on his leg. I decided to let him go peacefully. I was afraid that he was suffering more then I would ever know. On July 17th, 2008 Jordan crossed the Rainbow Bridge. My daughter and I miss him so much and we will never forget him. Our house is empty without him, I will never foget my Jordan, my Shadow, My Big Baby Boy. Rest my sweet Dobie July 17, 2008.

Magic
"Magic" that was the name he came into my life with. he really was a good boy.......No he was an EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD BOY. I decided to be a foster mom after the death of my very loved Dobie (11 years) I was in the process of moving to Canada, but thought I could give temporary safehaven to another beloved Dobie. I contacted Midwest Doberman Rescue and picked up my new foster child. He was well behaved from the start, coming into a new home with another male dog and three cats. His history was sad abuse evident with the scars that marked him from head to toe including a crooked ankle, which must have been broken but never set correctly. His right ear had been bitten off, which was distinctly in the shape of a human mouth. Evidence of his physical pain was all over him. Yet this boy had a very loving and totally loyal personality. We bonded! After months he hadn't found that forever home he so deserved. It was time for me to move to Canada. I couldn't put him through another upset and desert him, I adopted Magic. He rode all the way to Canada a five day trip in the back seat of my car, he was the perfect Dobie when we stayed in hotels. We lived with another family when we first arrived in Canada. He showed everyone respect, and loved playing with the children. We would walk down to the ocean and drink in the view. He was very happy, but a year after we arrived he was diagnosed with the same illness that took my other "Beloved Dobie." I am Blessed to have had that "Magic" connection. Dobermans have an amazing knack of staring into your eyes and letting you know you are bonded and very important to them. In the last week of his life I would wake up in the middle of the night to see him sitting upright, staring at me in the dark, something he had never did before. Looking back I wonder if God had told my beautiful boy, that he was taking him home. I can't stop crying I miss the boy that came to me as "Magic", but lived me as my "DiggyBoo", a VERY Loved and now VERY missed Dobie......see you in heaven my angel. Lesley Livingstone-Gray

Billie
Billie wasn't with us long, we rescued him out of AC on a Thursday and he was gone on Saturday. The girls at the vets office named him, his owner never told the shelter his name. He was atleast 12 years old and just worn out, he couldn't even stand up by the time he came to us. His owner dropped him off and said he was leaving the state and his dog was out of medicene and he wasn't buying anymore. We tried IV fluids and antibiotics, and he would lift his head and he had that look in his eyes but his body just couldn't do it anymore. You were loved by us if even for a short time.

Ellie Mae
It is with a devasted heart that I am letting you know that my precious daughter-dog Ellie Mae is now playing in the clouds and living in heaven. Ellie Mae had surgery done and we were told at the time if it re-ocurred and it probably would the prognosis would be poor. I carried her in and out of the house, and carried her food and water to her. All the while praying for a miracle......which never came. She was my miracle, the embodiment of everything good in the world. She was my sunshine, my confidant, my lovebug, my joy, my smile...and more. Mom loves you Ellie Mae.