Allie: On 01 December 2021, I said goodbye to my precious Allie-Oops and closed the book on an era. Allie was my last remaining Maltese. I adopted her from the Hesperia, CA shelter in 2016 with the help of Dawn and Don Lierman (Maltese & More Rescue). Allie had been dumped there at the age of 11 by puppy mill breeders who had squeezed all that they could from her tiny body and had no more need for her. She lived a vibrant life with us … first in California and then in Maryland as a Leashes End dog. Many who only got to know her recently will scarcely recognize her in the video. But Allie made the very most of her second chance at life. Sadly, her severe arthritis is evident even in these active scenes. We simply could not overcome the damage done to her body during her decade plus as a puppy mill breeder. Allie loved to play, though she was always more of a prankster than anything else. No one would ever accuse this crabby, snarly girl of being … sweet. But if she let you into her inner circle, you could clearly see that under her rough and tumble exterior, she actually was sweet. And a coffee thief! She’d been stealing my coffee since 2016! Ultimately, pain management failed to keep pace with Allie’s arthritic limbs. She was increasingly uncomfortable and constantly in pain. She had all but lost her ability to move independently and was beginning to lose her dignity as well. Following discussions with my vet, I made the very difficult decision to let her go. Allie had some rotisserie chicken for breakfast before accompanying me to Dunkin Donuts where we shared a cup of coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich before heading to the vet. Allie went peacefully in my arms. RIP, Allie. Z”L May your memory forever be a blessing.
Archie: “Little Man,” you spent less than a month with us, but touched us all in a short amount of time. I knew you didn’t have long when you came here. I only wish it could have been longer … I wish we could have turned back time for you. We welcomed 19-year-old, Little Man Archie (formerly Flash) into Leashes End on October 25th and said goodbye on November 21st. He was completely blind in one eye and partially blind in the other. He also had terrible arthritis, a grade 3 heart murmur, and significant renal failure. Because of his renal failure, Little Man had a hard time digesting food and was, consequently, way too skinny. We did our best to fatten him up a bit. In spite of all his ailments, Archie had an outsized spirit. He loved to get around and learned the lay of the house in no time. He hung out with the pack and had had a pretty good final month, sleeping in soft warm beds (and my embrace), eating chicken and pretty much anything else he wanted, and enjoying a peaceful home life. Sadly, his body couldn’t keep up with his spirit. It failed him on the night of 20/21 November. We had to let him go. And he went peacefully. Find the Leashes End folks on the other side, Little Man!
Bronx: On the evening of 5 September 2021, we made the painful decision to let Bronx go. His situation was deteriorating quickly, he was clearly in pain, and his prospects for recovery were really non-existent. He was such a special boy, all of us are reeling today from his loss. We knew that Bronx’s time was short. He came to us precisely because his cancer was so advanced. Bronx’s lymphoma had metastasized and his whole body was riddled with swollen glands and masses. The growths in his lungs made it difficult for him to breath. The swollen glands in his throat prevented him from swallowing. His legs swelled like balloons and his belly was red with inflammation. For a few days, we managed to push back with pain medication and steroids. But our success was short-lived. The cancer won. Bronx was a gentle spirit. He loved being petted and could peer deep into you with his wise, soulful eyes. He rarely missed a walk, even with his swollen painful legs. He LOVED to eat and we fed him the best foods ever. He got along great with the other dogs and cats. He enjoyed ice cream and peanut butter. Oh, how I wish we could have pushed back on the cancer longer. This place is sadder for his absence. But at least Bronx is at peace. RIP Bronx, my love. Z”L May your memory forever be a blessing.
Buster: It was with the heaviest of hearts that we made the painful decision to help Buster across the Rainbow Bridge on August 3rd, 2018. He and Kelley had forged the closest and most loving of bonds since his joining us in December, 2016. Although only 8 years old, Buster suffered from severe cardiac disease, a crippled back leg, and an emotional disorder akin to PTSD, after having been mauled by a larger dog. In spite of his health issues, Buster was content at Leashes End and most importantly he knew he was loved. He hung out in the kitchen awaiting all kinds of delicious treats; napped under the coffee table; kept Kelley company in the garden while she tended her flowers; and never ever let a sneeze or toilet flush go by without giving the hapless maker of those noises a good scolding. Sweet Buster, RIP. We’ll miss your feisty antics.
Ceci: Ceci passed away suddenly in late July 2019, following a week of abnormally intense and frequent seizures. She was a tiny, toothless 14-year-old Maltese with a tremendous heart. The last of a line, Ceci was Kitty’s granddaughter and Soofi’s daughter. Ceci came to us in April, 2015 after her owner (my Aunt Haydee Geyer) passed away from cancer. It wasn’t long before we realized that Ceci had serious health issues of her own: congestive heart failure brought on by pulmonary hypertension put Ceci in the animal Critical Care Unit for a week! Through medication, diet, and exercise, Ceci beat the odds and went on to live 5+ fabulous years at Leashes End… years of romping through bushes and rolling in dirt, Ceci’s favorites! Ceci firmly believed that pretty top knots look best adorned with brush, brambles, and grass stains! RIP, Ceci My Love! We will miss you forever!
China: 19-year-old China joined the Leashes End family on January 5th, 2020. She’s wa a super sweet spaniel/terrier mix. She was so laid back … and had a novel way of sitting up like a person! Poor China came to us emaciated but had put on 4lbs before she passed away unexpectedly. She suffered from bronchitis (cough); kidney and liver disease; rotten teeth, and some damage to her lower spine, which caused lameness in her back legs and sadly incontinence. But China had a good appetite and a great attitude! She enjoyed running around the grounds, sniffing all the smells, exploring the bushes, and just LOVING life. China got sick very suddenly at the end of February 2020, with multiple organ failure and sepsis. She was suffering and her odds of recovery were very low. We decided the most humane course of action was to help her across the bridge. RIP, Sweet China. May your memory be a blessing.
Dixie: We lost sweet Dixie to a massive seizure on the night of April 21st, 2020. Poor 15-year-old Dixie was a 7-pound Chihuahua who came to us in August 2016 on death’s door. She had belonged to a back yard breeder. When she became too old to produce any more litters, her owners squeezed a last $50 out of her by selling her on Craig’s List! Dixie was so ill she could scarcely stand, let alone walk. Her teeth were rotten; she had a large mammary tumor; she suffered from the worst case of endometriosis our vet had ever seen; her uterus was mangled from over-breeding; and her ears bore the holes and scars of a lifetime of fly bites from living outdoors. But following her surgeries and treatments, Dixie went on to live nearly four wonderful years at Leashes End. She loved to run around the grounds, hang out with the other dogs on plush beds, snuggle with her humans, and dine on excellent food and treats! Her coat filled in, she gained weight, and even the fur on her ears grew back! Dixie was the sweetest girl; she knew she was loved and treasured. RIP, Sweet Dixie. May your memory be a blessing.
Dudley: Dudley joined the Leashes End family is November, 2018 and passed away unexpectedly on the night of December 20, 2019 at the age of 14. Caring Hearts Rescue in Fairfax, VA had pulled Dudley from a hoarding situation. Doe-eyed, gentle, & sweet, Dudley always sported a shy, friendly smile. Dudley would shuffle from paw to paw like a little kid whenever he was excited with anticipation for a walk or a treat. He’d rub his head in his pillow each night before bed, offer me kisses, and revel in a short belly rub. He had the most boisterous bark, which was always comically out of synch with whatever the rest of the pack would be going on about. He was the model for every lovable cartoon dog: fluffy, adorable, perfect. The void Dudley leaves in our home and hearts is enormous. RIP, Duds, may your memory be a blessing.
Goldie: Formerly “Pippa,” passed away rather abruptly and unexpectedly in early March 2021 … about one year after joining our family at the outset of the global pandemic. Goldie’s prior owners surrendered her to the Montgomery County Shelter after what appears to have been a lifetime of neglect and probable abuse. But day by day she blossomed and grew at Leashes End. This happy, scrappy, free-spirited, 15-year-old wiggle butt loved good food, belly rubs, running around off leash, and barking her head off at the neighbors, deer, geese, and things we could only guess about… at all hours of the day and night. Goldie enjoyed napping in the foyer and at night she always preferred sleeping in her own bed at the base of my nightstand. Timid and reluctant at first, by the end of her year with us, Goldie had gained confidence & trust. She would join me in bed for 20 minutes of belly rubs before heading back to her own bed for the night. Goldie succumbed to renal failure, pancreatitis, and a tumor at the base of her heart … that we had no idea about. Goldie, my wiggly happy girl, I will miss you so much.
Jerry: In late July, 2014, I learned of a frail senior Maltese in the Tampa area in desperate need of rescue. Problem was, the good Samaritans who wanted to rescue him, couldn’t do so without a forever home lined up. Asher just happened to be driving through that area at the time, so we volunteered. Within days Jerry had Asher (the cat person) wrapped around his little paw! Poor Jerry was senile and skinny. We fixed the latter soon enough, but Jerry remained endearingly mad as a hatter to the end. We got to love Jerry for 13 months before he passed peacefully in his sleep. He touched all our hearts with his antics and we will miss him forever!
Kitty: Kitty is the inspiration who started it all! Our first dog, Kitty was a 14-year-old blind Maltese with advanced diabetes and anorexia when she joined us in September of 2013. She was also Soofi’s mother and Ceci’s grandmother. It breaks my heart that we didn’t get Kitty sooner. Her diabetes was so far advanced, we were unable to stabilize her glucose arc. She passed away from complications, three months after coming home with us. Right to the end, Kitty maintained her impish sense of humor…even during her insulin injections. She has also been our only Maltese to play with toys. She left us far too soon, but she left us with a mission. If it hadn’t been for Kitty, there would be no Leashes End.
Minnie: We lost our beloved, nutty 15-year-old Minnie Schnoodle in mid-November 2021. Minnie had significant neurological damage resulting from epilepsy and old age. We managed to bring her seizures under control with medication for several months. Then one night, shortly before midnight, Minnie suffered a massive grand mal from which she did not recover. Minnie spent her days abuzz with energy. Neighbors will have seen her relentlessly pacing the front yard, especially the fence line. This was the greatest gift we could give her; with so much energy to burn, she hated being penned up inside. Minnie was also known for “getting stuck” behind chairs, boxes, open doors, under tables … and calling out frantically for human rescue! Problem solving was not Minnie’s forte. We nicknamed her Esther Williams for her uncanny knack of stomping and sloshing through EVERY water bowl. At night Minnie was my constant companion. She insisted on sleeping pressed up against my left side with her nose tucked into my armpit. And if I made the tactical error of rolling an inch to the right, she quickly stretched out to fill in the gap until I was left straddling the extreme edge of my own King sized bed! Skinny Minnie never gained weight despite eating like a lion! (Eat your hearts out, Ladies!) Such an outsized spirit for such a tiny girl. Minnie, you’ve left a void that’s simply impossible to fill. RIP Minnie. Z”L May your memory forever be a blessing.
Pappy: At nearly 19-years-old, Pappy had the honor of being the oldest canine member of the Leashes End family. Pappy’s family surrendered him along with two other senior dogs to Montgomery County Animal Services prior to moving to Florida in late 2017. Pappy fit right in at Leashes End and formed an instant bond with Asher. He enjoyed sleeping in high places such as the back cushions of the couch or atop a pillow above our heads in bed. He had the sweetest disposition and cuddled right up to everyone he met! Pappy developed severe glaucoma and subsequent blindness early in 2018 but kept trucking along with the pack. In November, 2018, however, Pappy stopped eating. It turns out he had developed a bleeding ulcer, possibly as a result of cancer. We decided to help him cross the bridge, rather than allow him to suffer. Pappy spent his final days, hours, and minutes surrounded by friends and family who loved him very, very much. RIP, Sweet Pappy.
Parker: On 10 March 2022, we said goodbye to our dear Parker. At nearly 17 years old, Parker lived most of his life enveloped in Kelley’s love. A joker through and through, Parker bonded instantly with Quincy (RIP). They were inseparable, it seems even in death. Parker loved treats, lounging, wrestling with Quincy, and goading on the other dogs with his lazy barking from the couch. A gentle soul, Parker suffered from herniated discs in his back, which limited his mobility. Over the past few months, Parker slowed down a little more each day. Towards the end Kelley carried him on walks so he could enjoy the early spring weather. Run free now, Parker. May your memory be a blessing. Our home is not the same without you.
Quincy: On 28 February 2022, we sadly and unexpectedly said goodbye to our tiny, toothless, Quincy. Weighing in under 5lbs, back in 2015 Quincy found himself wandering the mean streets of Orange County, CA. Each morning Quincy cleared the property of uninvited deer; admonished all passersby who crossed in front of our yard without written authorization; and scolded anyone he thought may be committing a violation of any kind. Quincy loved to be carried & cuddled. Suddenly, Q was not feeling himself. Turns out Quincy was bleeding internally from a large, malignant tumor on his spleen. The prognosis was not promising. Kelley made the difficult decision to help him across the bridge. He spent nearly every moment of his life over the past six years in Kelley’s company and she was there for him every step of the way right to the end. We will miss you terribly, Quincy. May your memory be a blessing.
Sammy: RIP Sweet Sammy Noodles. On September 27, 2021, after a perfect day in the park with Kelley… after barking all evening at foxes in the back yard (his favorite!) … and after settling into bed with Kelley & his canine & feline brothers & sisters, poor Sammy crossed over. He went peacefully & naturally, surrounded by those who loved him most. Although Sammy had beaten kidney disease (thanks to Kelley’s administration of twice daily subcutaneous fluids), his passing was quite unexpected. We’re all still shocked and deeply saddened. 13-year-old Sammy and his 14-year-old brother Max joined the Leashes End family on October 19th, 2017. Sammy and Max had found themselves adopted and returned to the Baltimore County shelter twice over the past decade when their owners fell on hard times. These two characters marched right in to Leashes End and made themselves at home without missing a beat! Sammy was a cuddler, a kisser (French kisses are his favorite), and never passed up an opportunity to bilk a human for treats and scritches. Sammy loved toys and would frequently carry one around. RIP Sammy. Z”L May your memory forever be a blessing.
Sheldon: Devoted is the first word that comes to mind when I think of “My Dope,” as we affectionately called Sheldon. He was so lovingly devoted to me from the first day he set foot in this home. Sheldon was a pushy 16-year-old Westie and just as cute as they come! He joined the Leashes End family in early December 2018 when his aging humans could no longer take care of him. Sheldon was the most straight-shooting dog you could ever meet. Whatever he was thinking he let you know with intense facial expressions and a booming bark. He followed me around during the day, slept on my feet at night, and simply would never take no for an answer about sharing my pizza. He LOVED gnawing on squeaky toys, giving the cats a hard time, and having his belly rubbed. Sheldon passed away on 1 September 2020 from complications associated with his renal failure. He remained pretty active right up to his passing. And I stayed right by his side, holding him close to the very end. Sheldon leaves an outsized void in this home and in our hearts. Oh, Sheldon, we miss you so much and always will. RIP, Dope. May your memory be a blessing. Z”L.
Soofi: Soofi, My Beloved, I will never cease grieving your loss. Soofi was sweet to the core. She never growled, bit, or even barked in anger. She had no concept of malice. She was a treat hound for sure, but she was a pure soul. Loving, jovial, plump, perfect! Soofi was also one of the last living links to my Aunt Haydee. Haydee asked me to take care of Soofi on November 10, 2013 as she battled an aggressive cancer that would eventually take her life. It was Haydee who charged me with establishing a Rescue. Soofi lived a full life, first with my aunt and later with me. She was 15-years-old and had recently been diagnosed with Cushing’s Disease. Cushing’s is treatable, so Soofi’s rapid deterioration and untimely passing caught us off guard. But Soofi had an adverse reaction to the Vetoryl prescribed to treat her Cushing’s, resulting in an Addisonian crisis, for which she received treatment at the pet ER. Sadly, and contrary to all expectations, Soofi expired mere hours after her discharge. Our Internist suspects a blood clot in her lungs (a common side effect of all this) was the culprit. Poor Soofi passed while napping on my chest in front of our fire place. She was one of a kind and I will miss her forever. RIP, Sweet Soofi.
Stella: Our feisty 16-year-old Stella had an apparent stroke during the night of 20-21 September 2020. Her passing took us by surprise and we are just grateful that it was quick and peaceful. Stella joined the Leashes End family in March 2019. Her mouth had been neglected for so long, her teeth were so rotten, that the vet feared some extractions would cause her jaw to deteriorate! She came to us nearly blind with nuclear sclerosis and limping from a luxating patella. And she was so matted from head-to-toe, it took three days to clear them. But none of that slowed her down. Stella bounced back quickly from her surgery and acclimated to life at Leashes End in no time. She was such a spitfire, always the first to run barking out the door at neighbors walking down the street. She was a perfect fit with the rest of our high-energy Chihuahua hooligans! Yet for all that, if you could catch up to her, she’d reward you with sweet nose kisses. But just for a minute! Then she’d squirm to be put down so she could run off and chase someone! RIP, Sweet Stella. I will miss your sweet, tiny furor. May your memory be a blessing for this house and all who knew and loved you. Z”L.
Tessa: Wait! Don’t cry! 14-year-old Tessa is still very much alive!She is living out her Happily-Ever-After with the nicest family in Beltsville, MD. Tessa came to live at Leashes End in November 2017! She ended up at the Montgomery County Shelter for a second time in eight years a hot mess! Poor Tessa was emaciated, matted, and severely anemic. Her original adopters from eight years ago could not be found, which is good in a way, since it’s obvious that Tessa had been abused. After nearly three months, it became clear that Tessa needed a home where she could be an only dog. And boy oh boy did she luck out! Two retired sisters took her into their hearts and home … Beckie and Sherri are the loveliest people and the best part is now Tessa has two moms and and no canine competitors!Tessa loves walking with Beckie, and using their doggie door to access their gorgeous yard on her own … but never before noon. Apparently, our diva Tessa likes to sleep in.
Toby: On March 7, 2020, I bid farewell to a cherished family member. I helped an ailing companion cross the bridge to eternal peace. Toby came to us on Christmas Eve 2018, after his family refused to pick him up from the shelter where he had been turned in as a stray. I think we all figured this would be a hospice case. A 21-year-old dog?! That’s ancient by any standard! And Toby wasn’t just ancient, he was a hot mess! House with a Heart‘s K9 Medical Miracle Fund helped cover his vet bills, including cardiology for an enlarged heart, dental surgery, and senior panel. And Lori Whitehurst visited him often. We will always be beyond grateful!!! Toby surprised us all when he kept on living! Past 6 months, past a year … incredible! He had a fiercely independent spirit and was happiest when left to pace around the front yard on his own. Boy did he give Kelley hell on grooming days! He could make a colossal mess out of a food bowl in seconds flat! And cuddles? Not so fast! Hands off!! But he loved a good game of tag or just following me around. Toby developed a small growth on his neck, which turned out to be a mast cell tumor; it rapidly grew and spread. Because of his age and underlying health conditions, Toby was not a good candidate for surgery. Slowly, he began to fade. He lost his energy and began sleeping a lot. He lost his eyesight, but could still navigate fairly well using his other senses. But then he started losing his balance, and finally his appetite… even for fish sticks, his favorite. It was getting hard to discern any joy for living in this once vibrant pup. I decided it was time to let him go. He had made it well into his 22nd year! RIP, Toby. We will always miss your spirit.