As Stormy's friends know, he was with us for over 11 years now....he was part of the family. He was a most lovable little guy and so eager to please. After his previous career as a show dog he was happy to be a "just a pet".
There are always problems photographing a black dog, but here are some old AND new looks at what Stormy was like.
We're not about to forget that Stormy came into our life as a result of the Tri County Dachshund Rescue of Schertz, Texas and through the efforts of two great ladies, Cathy Fereday-Vaughan who works with the rescue organization, and Tres Phinizy who helped arrange transportation for Stormy. So this picture stays. We would not have been able to have this wonderful pet if it were not for the efforts of these two dedicated dachshund lovers. To the left you see Tres saying goodbye to Stormy at the Des Moines airport where we came to pick him up.
Below are Stormy pictures. Stormy's family again thank their wonderful Texas friends that made it possible for him to have a new home.
Stormy took a dim view of this effort to make him look festive at Christmas time.
Obviously one of Stormy's favorite places was the sofabed we sometimes used as a substitute for a double recliner. This was also one of his favorite positions.
Stormy was very proud of the Greek fisherman's sweater he got for Christmas. He came in from outside with this caked with snow.
Caught in the act! Stormy had just stolen this tangerine from the kitchen and was actually eating it!
On the day after Thanksgiving 2008, Stormy's life ended after a valiant battle with cancer and a stroke. In early 2007 Stormy was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma of the upper jaw. It was diagnosed as inoperable at the veterinary school at Iowa State University. But Dr. Fox, one of the caring and brilliant vets there recommended that we try a drug that had had some success with such tumors in Great Britain. Amazingly, after being told we had only 3 more months to look forward to with our gentle giant, Stormy lived a full and happy life until his final illness. He suffered a stroke in November of 2008 and was unable to stand and walk. He was put on a course of steroids but after a brief rally, he rapidly went downhill. When he lost his interest in life we knew it was time to give him the last gift we could and made the decision to help him on his way. It was one of the hardest things we have ever done, and typing this a year and a half later the tears still come. No one could have asked for a better, more faithful companion. We will always remember and miss him.
Des Moines, IA