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In Loving Memory

This page is dedicated to the MANY animals that have been a major part of Charlotte's life and who have since crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.

Schooner, a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, the wonderful dog Charlotte had the pleasure of growing up with.

Schooner is pictured here as an 8 week old pupppy the day that she came to the family with Charlotte at age 6.

Some candid Schooner photos

LEFT: Charlotte at 16 with Schooner

RIGHT: Charlotte & Schooner (right) with friends Rebekah and Ben

Schooner was Charlotte's horse growing up in the city. Schooner complacently learned to jump a course and would tolerate wearing the saddles & makeshift halters and polos that Charlotte put on her!

Schooner learned to jump a course SEVEN years of age!

Schooner was put to sleep due to various health complications including cancer in January of 1999 at the age of 13.

Schooner is pictured here in August of 1998.

Ruffles was a parakeet that was given to Charlotte in 1993. He was quite friendly and preferred to walk or climb places rather than fly. He would sit on Charlotte's head while she did homework and loved it when she cranked her stereo. Ruffles lived to be 7 years old.

Hobo was a super-cranky siamese point grey Dwarf rabbit that Charlotte and her brother found at Turkey Point. They took her home where she bonded with Charlotte's brother and absolutely hated everybody else! She spent her winters having free-run in the basement and had summers in an outside hutch in Turkey Point. Hobo lived to the RIPE bunny age of TWELVE years!!!

Throughout high school and after Charlotte kept rats. Although many people are grossed out by them they make wonderful pets as they are very friendly and interactive.

ABOVE: Voodoo (left) and her daughter Black Magic (right)

Matilda, just after a bath

LEFT: Myst(left) and Jinx (right)

Rain (left) and Pepper (right) as babies

Glory’s story is a VERY sad one. Glory was a Yellow Labrador Retriever and was given to Adam & Charlotte as a runt puppy that no one wanted because she had an eye problem. It looked like entropion, (third eyelid is exposed and partially covers the eye) but upon closer vet examination it seemed more like micro-opthamalia, or *small eyeballs*. She COULD see, only not very well and her depth perception wasn’t that great, but for a pet on a farm that didn’t matter to Adam or Charlotte.

Blizzard adored her and the two played constantly. Glory would not grow however. At five months of age she was extremely thin and weighed only 18 pounds. She still was not housebroken, not even crate-broke, and she would have accidents in her sleep. At about 5 and half months of age it was getting very difficult to find ANYTHING that Glory would eat. She would eat kibble or food scraps one day, and then refuse them the next. She still LOVED to play with Blizzard, but would nap for long periods in between short periods of play.

Glory with Blizzard and Barley during barn construction

Glory chasing Blizzard through a mud puddle in the corner of the outdoor sand ring before it was graded. Blizzard and Glory chased each other around the farm constantly.

Finally Charlotte decided that some bloodwork needed to be done to determine why this little lab was not growing, gaining weight and not eating. The results of the blood tests were NOT good.

The blood count showed toxic levels of urea and creatine in the blood, signs of kidney failure. With levels this high Glory was basically suffering from blood poisoning. The vet had palpated Glory and had only been able to locate ONE kidney, which he said was extremely small. He sadly recommended euthanasia. It was one of the hardest decisions that Charlotte or Adam had ever had to face.

Glory at about 4 1/2 - 5 months of age. Note the third eyelid covering her small eyes and how her head looks almost too big for her thin body.

A sleeping Glory. The black spot on her head was fur that grew in black.

It turned out that Glory had suffered from a condition known as Renal Dysplasia, basically under development of the kidneys. Puppies are naturally born with under developed kidneys which finnish their development as they mature. In Glory’s case, the one kidney that she had would not develop. The most common sign of Renal Dysplasia is dwarfism, which explained BOTH Glory’s eye problem and the fact that she was so small at 5 months of age.

Glory pictured with Ceasar 2 weeks before her blood tests.

She is buried right beside the barn inthe spot where her and Blizzard would lay down after a hard play session. A bright pink granite fieldstone from the farm's hayfield marks her spot.

Chester, our beloved barn cat disappeared from the farm on September 28, 2006. During the previous weeks she had become rather thin and slept alot. Because of the condition that she was in we can only assume that she has left us for good.

she will be missed deeply.

Chester was found on April 7, 2007. She received a proper burial and now rests beside Glory on the south side of the barn.

Jack, along with Spot, was the first goldfish that Charlotte bought for the new tank once the house was finished. He was a small orange and black oranda goldfish that grew surprisingly large.

As Jack grew his black disappeared (which is common in goldfish) and his wen (the tissue on his head that looks like brains) got bigger and bigger.

Jack's wen got so large that it impaired both his sight and his swimming ability. He sunk like a stone and it took alot of effort on his part to swim.

So Charlotte decided to attempt a Wen Trim Surgery.

Armed with the goldfish "bible" : Johnson & Hess's FANCY GOLDFISH, some oil of cloves, scalples, "operating vessels" and a TON of nerve, Jack went under the knife.

He was anesthetized with the clove oil, and then using the scalple the majority of his wen was removed. There was virtually no blood as the wen is very non-vascular tissue.

The procedure took about 30 minutes and dulled TWO surgical scalples. Very sharp scissors were used at the very end to neaten up the trim job as much as possible.

Over 1/4 cup of wen tissue was removed.

It looked and felt just like Jell-o

Jack "came to" in the 10 gallon recovery tank which had been set up for him, and spent 5 days in there to "heal and recover" after which he was returned to the main tank.

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