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BULLIE ANGELS

ROY

 

Roy was our first rescue dog.  He was pulled from MDAS a few hours before he was to be euthanized in late June 2015.  He had pneumonia , severe Heartworm disease, and several tick borne diseases.  He was emaciated, filthy, and covered in ticks and fleas.  We cleaned him up and treated what we could.  We found that his hearing and eyesight were minimal.  His cough was heartbreaking.

 

We soon found out how wonderful a dog he was.  Full of joy, mischief, pride, and fun.  He adored eating.  Absolutely loved it.  I fed him 3-5 times a day.  He never gained weight.  He played with toys like a puppy, pulled me around on our walks, frolicked in the grass.  He was very photogenic, as you all know.  He especially enjoyed special treats and gifts from his fan club.

 

In August 2015, we found out that Roy had a large , probably cancerous lung mass.  Anesthesia and treatment would have killed him.  We could do nothing but love him and make his days as wonderful as we could.  His bucket list was long, and he accomplished much.  He even had a portrait painted of himself and had a photo shoot of his own.  He had many friends and admirers.

 

He slowly lost his love for toys.  He was too out of breath for long walks, he lost more weight despite his enormous feedings and appetite.  His cough progressed and he brought up bloody mucous.  He had no more energy.  He lost more weight.  He barked less.  Throughout his decline, he never lost his appetite or his capacity for love.  He still cuddled as well as ever.

 

In the last few weeks, he slept more and more, and coughed more.  He laid in the sun on his lounge chair, and rested.  His breathing became labored.  He lost his vitality and spunk as time progressed.  He was ready.  It was a very difficult decision, but it had to be made.  We all agreed to give him the dignity he was denied in his previous life.  We let him go.  Rest assured, he left in our arms, and he knew love as he left us.  No more suffering.  No more pain.  He is and will always be our little Bullie Angel .  

 

Rest in Peace, Roy Boy.  We will all miss you.  Love, Lisa, Denise, and Carla

 

To remember our Angel, you can view his pictures HERE.

CAPTAIN JACK

 

It is with deepest sadness and with broken hearts that we said goodbye to Captain Jack.  When we rescued Captain Jack from a vet's office, we were told his original owners wanted him to be put to sleep because he was too hyper for them.  Unfortunately, we were not told his full history.  As we spent more time with him in foster care, we learned more about his situation and unraveled some of his troubled past through conversations and vet records.  

 

Captain Jack suffered from severe panic attacks and was given Xanax all day every day by his previous family, for several years.  Unfortunately, by the time he came into our care, his panic attacks had become so frequent and severe that he was injuring himself.  They lasted for hours with no apparent trigger.  He would become so frantic that he defecated as he pawed at doors and walls in a complete panic, covering the walls with blood and tearing out his own nails.  He would hyperventilate for so long and at such a high intensity that we feared he would have a stroke or a heart attack.  Sometimes he wandered around gazing at non-existent things and seemed to be losing his mind.

 

We consulted extensively with several vets and specialists, had blood work and tests done, but nothing of value was discovered.  We were hoping that Jack would get better with time, but his condition was worsening.  

 

This was one of the most difficult cases we have ever come across.  It tore us apart to watch a dog suffer and to feel so helpless to help him.  Jack was drifting further and further into a dark place and as we continued to pray for a miracle, in the end, we could not allow him to suffer any longer.  Sometimes the best we can do is set them free to go to the Rainbow Bridge.  

 

There were never-ending tears and immense grief as he left us, but the thought that he was no longer suffering and was finally in peace carried, and continue to carry us through.  Rest in peace dear Jack, and we will all see you when our time here is done as well.

 

We appreciate the patience his two foster families had with Jack, and most of all, the understanding, prayers, well wishes, support, and outpouring of love from our bullie community.

 

To remember Captain Jack, you can view his pictures HERE.

 

SCOOBY

 

It is with deepest sorrow that we must inform you that Scooby has passed onto the Rainbow Bridge. Over the last few weeks, his condition became progressively worse despite extensive medical and behavioral therapy. In addition to his spinning worsening, he became increasingly more aggressive, to the point where he was lunging at, attacking and biting his foster parents with no provocation. We had to make the very difficult decision to ease his pain and suffering, and we did not make this decision lightly. Upon extensive discussion with Dr. Radosta, our expert vet behaviorist on his case, and his regular vet, we all agreed that it was the most humane and loving thing to do for Scooby. He was not adoptable and was no longer safe and trustworthy with people. Dr. Radosta: "Scooby is suffering and to say that he is not is silly. To watch him is heartbreaking. The road with Bull Terriers who tail chase and show aggression (these two signs occur commonly together) is long and hard. It would be reasonable and loving to euthanize him."

Scooby, we will never forget you, and the important lessons you have taught us. We hope you felt the love and acceptance during your last few weeks with us, and that you had some peace and relief from the mental demons that were torturing you inside. We hope you are now in a safe place where you are no longer suffering. Rest gently dear sweet boy.

 

To remember Scooby, you can view his pictures HERE.

STITCH (formerly LOUIE)

Dear Bullie family, it is with great sadness and heavy hearts that we tell you that our beloved Stitch (formerly Louie) gained his angel wings last night. His family is devastated, as are we... We can only take comfort in the fact that he went suddenly and did not suffer, and that the last few months of his life spent with us and his family were probably the best days of his life. 

In the words of his mom Alexandra: "The past two months with Stitch have been a blessing. I knew the moment I saw his picture onbullterrierfloridarescue.org that he was meant to be a part of our family. This picture is the day we met and drove home together. This moment filled my heart with joy, happiness, and endless amount of love for this little guy. He was received with warm welcomes when we arrived home. Everyone instantly fell in love with him (who wouldn't?!). Mike and I are extremely happy to have him, we wouldn't trade him for the world."

Stitch, thank you for everything.  Run and play in the 🌈 Rainbow Bridge 🌈 until we meet again.

BUNNY

Dear Bullie family, it is with heaviest hearts and deepest sadness that we have to inform you that our dear Bunny passed away yesterday after her surgery to remove the cancer in her mammary glands. The cancer had spread and caused her to bleed uncontrollably after surgery. Despite valiant efforts by her Veterinary team to save her, including transfusing blood and coding her, in the end, we thought it best to let her go. She was suffering, and above all, we wanted that to stop. Please know she was so loved and we did everything we could to extend her life. We are grieving greatly her passing, she was a very special dog. Thank you all for your support, emotionally and financially, for Our Bunny 
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"Do not stand on my grave and weep; 
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in the circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die."
- Unknown -