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The sweet dog is Himalaya and the little boy’s name is Hernan. Hernan has down syndrome, he is a bit withdrawn and doesn’t like to be touched. You can see how Himalayan, who insisted so patiently, so softy and so gently, has so much love for the boy. A truly touching video.

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When beloved dog Leia goes missing from El Paso, Texas, during a storm, her owners searched for her for two years with no luck. Then one day, more than two years later they are astounded and relieved to be reunited with their dog in Denver, Colorado, 700 miles away. Watch the touching and emotional reunion with their lost dog Leia after two years!!

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On February 19, 2013 we had to let our little very best friend, Happy Dog, go. He came to be with us in 1998 when he was only six weeks old. We miss him so badly. This is a tribute to fifteen years of life with him. He was so big even though his body was small. He was fierce and loyal. He was a true friend.

Thank you to our adorable friend Pixel Blue Eyes for sharing this sweet and touching video of her uncle Happy Dog with us!

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Compassionate 12 year old boy, Jack McPadden, would like nothing more than to see his neighbor’s near blind dog, Brody, someday cured of a disease that threatens his eyesight. Determined to help, Jack recently appealed to his schoolmates and raised $211.05 toward anticipated veterinary bills, coupled with an additional $100 from his own family and that is just a start, he says. Jack will be thrilled when Brody can see again, but he will never actually see it himself. That is because ever since he was 9 months old, Jack himself has been totally blind. To read more

Compassionate 12 year old boy, Jack McPadden, would like nothing more than to see his neighbor’s near blind dog, Brody, someday cured of a disease that threatens his eyesight.

Determined to help, Jack recently appealed to his schoolmates and raised $211.05 toward anticipated veterinary bills, coupled with an additional $100 from his own family and that is just a start, he says.

Jack will be thrilled when Brody can see again, but he will never actually see it himself. That is because ever since he was 9 months old, Jack himself has been totally blind.

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Boy Makes “Lick It” List For Dying Dog

In 2005 a dog named Bingo came into the life of a then 4-year-old boy named Cole Hein. Cole has an undiagnosed disorder which makes him suddenly stop breathing when he is asleep or even when he is awake. Bingo, the Jack Russell terrier was trained to recognize when Cole stops breathing and bark to alert his parents. Bingo has saved the boys life on numerous occasions.

Cole, 11-years-old is now able to fight the disorder on his own. While Bingo, now 14, was diagnosed with Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Syndrome. Unfortunately, Bingo does not have long to

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gimme-a-dustin: Tumblr, I want to introduce you to this little guy. You may or may not have seen me post about him all the time, but I’m going to anyway. This is Otto, and he was my best friend for 13 years, 11 months. Look at that, three sentences in and I’m already covered in tears. Oh well. Otto was the best dog in the world, and truly my best friend. He was such a sweet little guy, and honestly wanted nothing more than to be pet or loved. Familiar face, or complete stranger, he’d stop to let you put your hand on his head. I lost him one week ago from today, at roughly the same time this was queued to post, 12:15 AM. I would give anything in the world to have him back in my arms, or on my lap. I miss him so, so, so much. Anybody out there, if you have a dog, go give him or her a hug right now. Don’t take your time for granted with them. I miss the little things. The sound of his paws when he ran along on the hardwood floors of the kitchen. I swear I can still hear them sometimes too. The thud sound that would be made from him flopping over on the carpet to scratch his back. The sound of his ears when he would shake and they would flap around, hitting his sides. I used to be able to frustrate him, by blowing on his nose, and he would hide his snout with his paws; it was the cutest thing ever. Or when he would run up to me or my dad, while we were sitting on the couch, and act like he wanted to be picked up, but then he’d back away and make us chase him to pick him up. Oh or the way his ears felt…they were basically velvet. He had the smoothest ears ever and I absolutely loved just rubbing his ears, and he loved it too. All the blankets that he used to lay on, we’ve washed, and I can still smell him. When we’d sit down for dinner, you’d go back and forth between me and my dad, next to our feet, to see if we’ve dropped anything. Oh, and popcorn, how will I ever be able to eat popcorn again? Otto loved popcorn. When my mom and I would pop a bag, we’d throw a piece down on the floor for him. Sometimes, we’d do it at the same time, and he’d know which one hit the floor first, and ignore that one, because it wasn’t as warm, or fresh to him. I never appreciated what I had when I was younger, and that’s my one regret with him. I was always off playing sports, or out with friends. I never spent time just talking to him and hanging out with him when I was younger. I don’t really have regrets other than that because he knew how much I loved him. When I got home last Thursday night, leading into Friday morning, I broke down in tears. I composed myself, went in, and laid down next to him, and started talking to him. My mom watched me, tears down her cheeks too. But she noticed the same thing I did. When I put my hand next to his face, he put his paw up to my hand, knowing it was me there with him. That means the world to me, even to this moment. Even my friends acknowledged that they’d miss him. I’ve had friends come over just to say hi for a minute, but they’d always ask to see Otto, and to pet him or hold him. He was the sweetest dog in the world, and that’s not debatable in my mind. He was the best. Otto, thank you for every memory I have with you. I bragged to other people about how amazing my little guy was whenever a conversation about pets came up. Thank you for 13 years, 11 months of complete happiness, and being the best little guy in the world. The smallest member of our family has died, and with it, the biggest void is left. I miss you so much buddy, and I love you, so, so much and I’ll never, ever forget you.

gimme-a-dustin:

Tumblr, I want to introduce you to this little guy. You may or may not have seen me post about him all the time, but I’m going to anyway. This is Otto, and he was my best friend for 13 years, 11 months. Look at that, three sentences in and I’m already covered in tears. Oh well. Otto was the best dog in the world, and truly my best friend. He was such a sweet little guy, and honestly wanted nothing more than to be pet or loved. Familiar face, or complete stranger, he’d stop to let you put your hand on his head.

I lost him one week ago from today, at roughly the same time this was queued to post, 12:15 AM. I would give anything in the world to have him back in my arms, or on my lap. I miss him so, so, so much. Anybody out there, if you have a dog, go give him or her a hug right now. Don’t take your time for granted with them.

I miss the little things. The sound of his paws when he ran along on the hardwood floors of the kitchen. I swear I can still hear them sometimes too. The thud sound that would be made from him flopping over on the carpet to scratch his back. The sound of his ears when he would shake and they would flap around, hitting his sides. I used to be able to frustrate him, by blowing on his nose, and he would hide his snout with his paws; it was the cutest thing ever. Or when he would run up to me or my dad, while we were sitting on the couch, and act like he wanted to be picked up, but then he’d back away and make us chase him to pick him up. Oh or the way his ears felt…they were basically velvet. He had the smoothest ears ever and I absolutely loved just rubbing his ears, and he loved it too. All the blankets that he used to lay on, we’ve washed, and I can still smell him. When we’d sit down for dinner, you’d go back and forth between me and my dad, next to our feet, to see if we’ve dropped anything. Oh, and popcorn, how will I ever be able to eat popcorn again? Otto loved popcorn. When my mom and I would pop a bag, we’d throw a piece down on the floor for him. Sometimes, we’d do it at the same time, and he’d know which one hit the floor first, and ignore that one, because it wasn’t as warm, or fresh to him.

I never appreciated what I had when I was younger, and that’s my one regret with him. I was always off playing sports, or out with friends. I never spent time just talking to him and hanging out with him when I was younger. I don’t really have regrets other than that because he knew how much I loved him. When I got home last Thursday night, leading into Friday morning, I broke down in tears. I composed myself, went in, and laid down next to him, and started talking to him. My mom watched me, tears down her cheeks too. But she noticed the same thing I did. When I put my hand next to his face, he put his paw up to my hand, knowing it was me there with him. That means the world to me, even to this moment.

Even my friends acknowledged that they’d miss him. I’ve had friends come over just to say hi for a minute, but they’d always ask to see Otto, and to pet him or hold him. He was the sweetest dog in the world, and that’s not debatable in my mind. He was the best.

Otto, thank you for every memory I have with you. I bragged to other people about how amazing my little guy was whenever a conversation about pets came up. Thank you for 13 years, 11 months of complete happiness, and being the best little guy in the world. The smallest member of our family has died, and with it, the biggest void is left. I miss you so much buddy, and I love you, so, so much and I’ll never, ever forget you.

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Reblogged from LACES. OUT. DAN.

Submitted by Genevieve L: The fawn boxer is mine and the white boxer is my first actual rescue now named Brewster. When I first saw Brewster it was on a Facebook link of dogs in need at Lancaster pound in California. My heart melted and I couldn’t sit around and let them destroy him. I made the choice to drive 5 hours down to Lancaster to pull him, not knowing anything about him. I paid for him and had to come back two days later to pick him up. The next trip my parents went with me. He was in worse condition than before and had no reaction to anything. He was severely depressed and my heart was aching for him. Getting him rehabilitated was trying, but it didn’t take long before he loved everything and everyone. Rescue organizations put up courtesy posts for me and I found him the most wonderful home! He now is around people and other dogs everyday, getting to go to the beach, and plays with as many toys as his heart desires. :) The family is truly amazing and it all started by them looking to adopt rather than buy. As you can see here he is a looker and he knows it. It was the best thing I have ever done and I hope to one day have my own rescue and place more dogs like Brewster into their furever homes!!! Original Article

Submitted by Genevieve L:

The fawn boxer is mine and the white boxer is my first actual rescue now named Brewster. When I first saw Brewster it was on a Facebook link of dogs in need at Lancaster pound in California. My heart melted and I couldn’t sit around and let them destroy him. I made the choice to drive 5 hours down to Lancaster to pull him, not knowing anything about him. I paid for him and had to come back two days later to pick him up. The next trip my parents went with me. He was in worse condition than before and had no reaction to anything. He was severely depressed and my heart was aching for him.

Getting him rehabilitated was trying, but it didn’t take long before he loved everything and everyone. Rescue organizations put up courtesy posts for me and I found him the most wonderful home! He now is around people and other dogs everyday, getting to go to the beach, and plays with as many toys as his heart desires. :) The family is truly amazing and it all started by them looking to adopt rather than buy. As you can see here he is a looker and he knows it. It was the best thing I have ever done and I hope to one day have my own rescue and place more dogs like Brewster into their furever homes!!!

Original Article