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Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.

There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals that had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.

His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.

The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...

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Bailey 11/29/10
We are writing with great sadness to let you know that our beloved Bailey Knowles has gone to the Rainbow Bridge. Bailey was diagnosed with kidney disease in August, and despite our early successes and initial optimism, her condition deteriorated. We had to let our precious little princess go on Monday, November 29, 2010. This was exactly ten years and two days after we brought Bailey home to Fort Worth from her foster family, the Barries, in Rowlett. It was also the best ten years of our lives. Bailey was totally happy, completely loving, always delightful and truly beautiful. She was surprisingly healthy and never showed signs of having spent her first five years in a puppy mill.
She made us so happy, and although we have ten years of wonderful memories, our hearts are broken from losing her. Bailey was truly special. Truly special.

Janice & Walter Knowles
A Special Girl.

can still remember the day we were first introduced to Cookie, December 6, 2001. Not much was known about little "Carrie" before she came to TVWHWTC, except for a chronic skin condition. It was love at first sight, and we couldn't help but want to have her in our life. She was so sweet, we had to call her "Cookie."

What can we say about Cookie? There are fond memories at our home in Trophy Club, TX. Our backyard faced a small pond where all kinds of ducks and geese frequented. Nothing was more fun for Cookie than to run along the wrought iron fence and chase the fowl as they approached the yard. In the springtime, the young ducklings and goslings would venture inside our yard, but Cookie never bothered them. We think she was just interested in making the adult geese hiss at her.

Always a submissive dog, Cookie let our male Westie, Buddy, run the show. After Buddy passed and we adopted a young female rescue from WRNT (Toula), Cookie kept her place at the bottom of the pack.

Relocating to the California Redwoods in the fall of 2006 was the best thing that ever happened for Cookie. For both Cookie and myself, our chronic allergies immediately disappeared. Since our company allowed us to "work from home," we were able to spend 24 hours-a-day with both girls. Although the vet told us that Cookie's joints were arthritic, you would never know it. Living in a three-level house on a mountain side, she effortlessly climbed steps and stairs all day long. Each afternoon, after work she was eager to join us on our daily 2-mile walk.

Cookie was quite the explorer and her favorite activities were discovering new scents along the banks of the Russian River and the tide pools along the beaches of the Pacific Ocean. At the off-leash dog park in Sebastopol, Cookie naturally became the greeter to all dogs and owners who entered the park. She trusted everyone and made us so proud.

Over the past summer, we were made aware that Cookie's health was beginning to suffer. Our local vet informed us that Cookie appeared to have canine lupus and tests revealed early kidney disease which called for a special diet. Recently, mineral deposits accumulated in her right cornea and developed an ulcer. Treatment began and the eye was almost clear. Then suddenly a couple of days ago, Cookie couldn't keep food or water down. When she refused to eat and drink, we immediately admitted her to the local hospital. Her little kidneys finally gave up and there was no hope as fluid began collecting in all parts of her body.

We've had several pets, but never has it been so heart wrenching as spending the last minutes with Cookie and letting her go. We so dearly loved this little animal. Thank you, Cookie, for bringing such joy to our lives. We will remember you always. And thank you, TVWHWTC, for allowing us to have Cookie in our family.

Tom Schrader and Ed Reagan

May 3, 1996 to July 12, 2012

Westie Rescue of North Texas now mourns the passing of Ian Angus, beloved Westie of Suzanne and Marvin Katz. Ian Angus was 16 years and 2 months old. Ian had been in poor health and was nearly deaf and blind, but he managed to navigate throughout their home. He still enjoyed being held and cuddled. He also loved joining in on a good squirrel or opossum chase in the back yard with the other Westies.


As a young boy, Ian Angus was the keeper of the house. He challenged anyone who dared enter.  He was a supreme guard Westie. He mellowed with age. Ian loved to show people affection by mouthing their hand and then gently chewing their wrist.  

Please join WRNT in keeping Suzanne and Marvin in you prayers.

 "Rest peacefully at The Rainbow Bridge Sweet Boy. No more pain, no more shots. Warm breeze, green grass, blue skies and squirrels to chase. Forever."

Ian Angus
                                           Evan                 In Memoriam:               
Came into Rescue 9/5/2012

It is with great sadness to tell everyone that our sweet Evan went to the Rainbow Bridge on Friday. He came to WRNT with many strikes against him. He adjusted remarkably well and came to enjoy his new life. He loved his doggy housemates and his foster family. He loved lying in the sun with Fluffy. Evan became a much loved member of that family and is missed so much it hurts.

You may remember that Evan was part of the Hunt County Eight. We think he was between 5 to 8 years old. These Puppy Mill Westies were never socialized or given a normal home. Shortly after coming into WRNT, we discovered that Evan had a BAD heart. We knew he could never be adopted. We were not sure he would last a month. We lost his brother, Ethan, within a few days with the same heart problem. He would be in our “Walking Them Home Program”. Evan would be loved and cared for. We had the privilege of keeping Evan while his foster parents were out of town. He was a model guest. I so admired his toughness and the drive he exhibited. He never let his bad heart hold him back.

From  his Foster Mom:
"Here is the final photo taken of Evan on Sunday (Jan. 26th) as he was desperately trying to play with his favorite ball. I just can't believe he has gone so suddenly. He will leave a huge hole in our family. We are so blessed to have let this little guy share his love with us.
He came to us a shy boy but he soon joined in our pack, he learnt to love and play and be part of a family.  He had a special bond with each of us and one I will never forget.
As poorly as he was with his heart he was determined and stubborn not to give in to it and stop him having a great life.
Run free little Evan, till we meet again my little pal. xxx"

Evan passed away in the loving arms of his Foster Mom. He was with us for 16 months. We lost him much too soon. He will be missed.

Came into Rescue 10/17/2004

Scooter was brought to Operation Kindness on October 17, 2004 with very serious eye and ear infections, malassezia dematitis and demodectic mange. He had very little hair and wasn't given much chance for survival due to his condition and overwhelmed immune system. He was brought into the foster care of Ruth Koons who's kind love and attention brought him slowly back to health. Scooter was made the poster dog of the 2005 WRNT Westie Walk as an example of what love, attention and dedication from foster families and WRNT can accomplish. Such a deep bond was created between Scooter and Ruth that early in 2005 Scooter was adopted by Steve and Ruth Koons. He enjoyed a long, active and healthy life until February 2014 when he started to develop renal failure. He was peacefully relieved of his discomfort on Valentine's Day, February 14, 2014. He was greeted on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge by Ruth and his brother, Sparky. He was a sweet, robust little fellow who will be missed, but never forgotten.

 Freddie Cates


Came into Rescue 8/14/2014

In Memoriam: Freddie Cates, Adopted December 4, 2014
I am sad to share that Freddie peacefully passed away in my arms on April 24, 2015 at the NC State University Veterinary College’s Small Animal Hospital. Freddie had been diagnosed with Westie lung disease, pulmonary fibrosis, and was in WRNT’s Walking Them Home program. I, along with my Westies, Tinky, Leah, and Mr Bobo, picked Freddie up at Cheryl Green’s on Dec 4. We stayed in Fort Worth visiting two weeks and then made our way back home to Raleigh, NC. Freddie initially responded well to the meds he was taking to alleviate the symptoms of his disease, which was terminal, causing us to think he may have even a year or so to live. Then in the third week of April he became somewhat agitated and his breathing became more labored. The day before he passed he visited his regular vet where we increased one medication and discussed adding yet another medication if the one we increased helped him. The following morning his condition was about the same. Later in the afternoon his breathing suddenly became quite labored and he was unable to sit or stand. After a call to his vet we decided he had taken that final turn for the worse (just that fast) and that I needed to take him to the vet school. Upon examination there, they agreed with Freddie’s regular vet that there was nothing further that could be done for him. The kind and loving thing to do at that time was to let him pass before he got to the point where he was suffocating. He received some oxygen therapy before we let him go which allowed him to sit comfortably in my arms for a brief time before we let him pass. I appreciate those final moments to hold him and say goodbye. 

Freddie Ready (my nickname for him) enjoyed his final months in NC. We took brief walks daily which became shorter and shorter as his health declined. He loved walking in the neighborhood, sniffing, visiting with other dogs, and particularly liked going under bushes and shrubs. There is an empty lot adjacent to my house where he liked to go, on his own, walk/sniff around the lot, across the back, onto my neighbor’s patio, and then return to my front door. He did this little routine daily except for his final days. He loved to ride in the car, especially to a hot dog drive in where he knew he could get a small bite or two of a French fry. He seemed to enjoy the fact that he was the one who rode in the front while the other three rode on the back seat. Cheryl appropriately called him a Velcro dog. He was indeed that. He was either sitting in my chair beside me, lying on my lap, lying at my feet with his head on my foot, or lying against my leg as we slept. He followed me everywhere, hence Freddie Ready (always ready to go). He loved going in and out our dog door. He even taught Mr Bobo (adopted WRNT May, 2014 “Snowball”) how to use the dog door. Before Freddie Ready I had to hold the dog door open for Mr Bobo. He also loved sitting or lying in front of glass doors and watching and barking at the too many squirrels we have and the neighborhood dogs who were being walked by the house. 
With Freddie Ready being a Velcro dog, along with my having to give him meds every 8, 12, and 24 hours, it didn’t take long for us to bond. Even though he was only with us about five months, I love this little guy just as strongly as I do my other Westies. He truly became one of the family pack. We appreciate the love and joy he brought us and hope we, in turn, gave him the love and comfort he deserved and needed. 
Freddie Ready was cremated and his cremains rest in a cherry, wooden urn on my bedroom dresser. He will remain there, along with my previous Westies, until I pass. At that time we’ll all be buried together. This may be more information than most want but for those who are wondering what finally happened to him I thought I’d add it. 
Rest in peace my little buddy, Freddie Ready, your struggles and discomfort are over and you will be with us again.
Your Dad, John, and sisters Tinky and Leah, and brother Mr Bobo. 
Final Reflection: Taking in a Westie that I knew was going to die, bonding with the dog, making him part of my family, and then having to say goodbye so soon, was challenging. But I hasten to say that it was one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever had. This little boy needed to be loved, held, and doted on. And he loved the attention that he got. I’m glad I could do it for him and after a bit of time to heal we will be ready to help another Walking Them Home Westie through his/her final days.
Potential foster parents: Please consider helping the Walking Them Home dogs. There will be times of hurt and pain but the overall experience is worth it. They need us and they will return the love. WRNT will stand by you all the way. I thank and appreciate Cheryl Green for her continuing support while I had Freddie Ready. I particularly appreciate her keeping him for me until I could come to Texas and pick him up. 
John Cates, Raleigh, NC

Meghan’s Memorial : April 10, 2015

My name was Meghan. When I was rescued by my family 11 years ago I was a filthy mess.

I've had 11 years of love and care by my forever family.

My mom has taken in many rescues thru the years as fosters. My role was to teach them the doggy door and to be their companion while they were here.

For the last years of my life I had diabetes and I took my insulin shots and had my blood drawn like a trooper.

I wanted my family to give another Westie the love that I got, so I asked them to please give another Westie a home in my memory.