The Roosevelt Boys

Hi, we’re Teddy and Franky. When mom and dad need our attention, we are Theodore and Franklin, hence, she calls us the Roosevelt boys! Here is our story as told by mom.

Franklin came to his forever home in September 2015. Frankie was found as a stray and no one knows how long he wandered until Nate’s Honor Rescue took him in. What was amazing is that he is blind in both eyes and ended up with only 1 tooth left. Mac, my yorkie mix, was still around, and I took him to meet Frankie to make sure they would get along. There was no issue, and the two of them were having a good time being “boys”. It was fun to watch them play tug-of-war with all of the squeaky toys. Mac helped Frankie around the yard and the pool.

Unfortunately, less than 2 weeks after I adopted Frankie, Mac became ill. He was diagnosed with diabetes. But within 3 days his condition worsened. I was devastated the day he crossed Rainbow Bridge, and Dr. Mercak confirmed that he had a mass in his chest that caused his illness — diabetes was just one of the symptons. Thank goodness I had Frankie at home and not an empty house. We commiserated together but were very sad.

Fast forward to 2016 . . . I found love again. I was smitten with Roger immediately, but I had to make sure Frankie would be smitten with him, too. Well, there was absolutely no issue, and they are still inseparable. “Dad” loves spoiling Frankie, over-feeding and giving him treats throughout the day.

In May 2016, I called the vet because Frankie started honking and coughing.
The vet confirmed a heart murmur, enlarged heart and arthritis in his back and hip. I was devastated and called Roger immediately. I made sure Frankie had his medicines and supplements. Dr. Mercak and I discussed that Frankie is probably 14 or 15. Roger and I want to make sure Frankie lives the rest of his life comfortably and happier than he’s ever been.

In July 2017, I received a desperate call from Ann with Lost Angels. She had taken in Teddy, another stray found in the area. Teddy is also a yorkie, about 3 pounds lighter than Frankie. He is blind in his left eye and lost most of his teeth.

It took some heavy selling to Roger to take in Teddy, but he agreed. I took Frankie to meet Teddy, and we all drove home happy. Teddy took to his new home and us quickly. He is a “mama’s boy, loves his toys and enjoys nose bumping Frankie!

The Roosevelt boys bring so much joy to our home. Teddy follows Frankie around the yard and loves taking toys away from him. Old man Frankie puts Teddy in his place when he gets too close to dad or takes over his bed!

There is no better feeling than rescuing “fur-babies” and seeing them happy, secure and well-fed — thanks to Roger. Bea positive that you, too, can provide a “fur-ever” home to a dog who is looking for love, and don’t be surprised how much you will love back.

Crossing Rainbow Bridge

For many of us, our pets are our “kids”. My very first dog was a runt, Schnauzer-mix that I adopted while living in Austin, TX. I named her Rhiannon – yes, after my favorite Fleetwood Mac song. Rhiannon was my constant companion, and she moved with me to New Orleans, Atlanta, Tampa, Rock Hill, back to Atlanta and lastly Chicago.

Rhiannon was just shy of 18 years old in July 2002. John and I adopted little Aries, our first yorkie, three months before she passed. We were living in temporary housing due to my job transfer to Chicago. Rhiannon was slowing down and having more frequent seizures. It was a Sunday afternoon, and as we were walking around, she stopped and just looked up at me with very sad eyes. I held her muzzle in both hands as tears rolled down my face and told her, “it’s okay to go, girl, I know you are so tired.”

About 2:00 a.m., we awoke hearing her in distress. John and I rushed her to the emergency vet. I was hysterical. After what seemed forever, the very kind lady vet met with us in the room. She told us that Rhiannon’s heart was shutting down. We made the heart-wrenching decision to let her cross Rainbow Bridge peacefully, the first of many similar decisions we would make on behalf of our aging, sick “fur-babies”.

In memory of Rhiannon, John wrote this poem for me. For anyone else who has experienced losing a beloved “fur-baby”, I hope you find some comfort from John’s beautiful sentiment from Rhiannon to me.

“I’m smiling down upon you

From doggie heaven up above.

They say that’s where good dogs go

‘Cause they’re filled with so much love.

 

I can run and jump and play again;

My hip’s as good as new.

And over in the corner . . . guess what!

There’s that old shoe I used to chew.

 

I can see squirrels to chase them,

And I catch a lizard now and then.

I can bark when I want a treat.

It’s good to hear myself again.

 

It’s lonely here without you,

But we’re never far apart.

‘Cause I’ll always, always, always

Be running through your heart.”

~I love you, Rhiannon

 

Coincidence . . . Luck . . . Miracle?

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.
George Bernard Shaw

angel in disguise

Joe has been my parents’ neighbor across the street for over 15 years.  I know he is an Alabama fan because he flies the flag on his front porch during football season.  He had two big black dogs, Rottweiler-mixes, that loved to come to the yard when we visited to check out our dogs.  On this visit, I saw Joe walking a white dog that I had never seen before.

My dad had gone down the driveway to get the mail and happened to see Joe getting his mail, too.  Joe came across the street with his new white dog.  When daddy came back to the house, he told me an amazing story.

The two black dogs had grown old over the past year, and crossed “The Rainbow Bridge” a while back.  Joe’s wife had been battling cancer for over a year, and finally succumbed about 2 weeks before our visit.  Other than his dogs and his wife, Joe lived alone.

On the day of his wife’s funeral, Joe was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch alone.  A white dog walked up through the yard and onto the porch.  She sat down next to Joe’s rocking chair.  Joe checked for a collar and other signs of her owner and found nothing.  Joe picked her up and put her in his pick-up truck and drove down to the vet.

He asked the vet to scan the dog for a micro-chip and give her a general health-check.  There was no micro-chip and no signs of fleas or visible health-issues.  Joe left a note in the vet’s waiting room for “Lost Dog” with the description of the white dog and where she was found.  They drove back home to Joe’s house.

Two weeks went by and no phone call from anyone looking for a white dog.  By this time, Joe had grown quite fond of his new friend who never left his side.  He told my father, “I was so lonely when my wife died and praying for a sign that she was ok.  That’s when “Angel” walked up on the porch.  I named her Angel because I believe that she was sent from heaven on the day my wife went to heaven.”

Coincidence . . .  luck . . . miracle?  What would you call it?

  • Sometimes God speaks to us in subtle, delicate ways. 
  • Some people would call this coincidence. 
  • Some people would say Joe was just lucky.
  • For me, I “Bea-lieve” that this was one of those “phenomena we cannot explain” . . . a miracle to answer a prayer. 

 “Bea Positive” that your earnest, faith-filled prayers will be answered in the most perfect way, in just the right time.

 

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