text: Cassidy Plunkett Esq
  It has taken me nearly four weeks to compose my thoughts to words, in telling all that our beloved Cassidy Plunkett, Esq. has passed away. He went out to the yard while we at work, lied down in the lawn and fell asleep for the last time. Many of you have known Cassidy for years, when he first came into our lives as a rambunctious pup he ate pricey Italian shoes that I never got a chance to wear. He brought joy where ever he went, and friends were cultivated by those big feet, dignified gaze and those sad eyes that had a sparkle of mischief. When he first came into my life, the first thing he did was to choose my mate (Clyde). On his first encounter with Clyde, he quickly jumped into his truck and they were buds for life. From that day forward Clyde called more often, visited more often and Cassidy would whine for 2 solid days after Clyde left. Others will remember Cassidy as he got older. He had gone through some pretty serious health issues, but came through them with pride and dignity. For the last couple of years it was harder for him to get around on only 3 legs, but he still never complained and gave it his all. One week before he died he had a great time at the Basset Waddle in Novato, getting to know all the girls and the boys. He was a happy tired pup that night. I know that he is at the Rainbow bridge running on all four legs and giving all his buddies before him a run for their money. Fondly, Ann & Clyde Galantine
  8/5/2008 Chloe. Chloe. Chloe. I am at a loss as to what to say. 2 years ago, at the young age of 9, she was left at a shelter in San Francisco. Chloe was rescued by GGBR and given a second chance after having surgery for bladder stones. She recovered and our family was given the gift of adoption in spring of 2006. Life was good and Chloe was happy. Then last month she started turning away from her food. We took her to the vet multiple times, but after 3 weeks it was over. The tests all pointed toward lymphoma. Our family has taken it hard, but have many happy memories. My son has been working on a dog scrapbook this summer and has now decided to dedicate it to Chloe. I tear up to think about it. Having her for the short time we did was such a blessing. Chloe was truly a remarkable little dog and no words can express how much she will be missed. Gamble Minges and family
  Columbo unfortunately passed away on December 7, 2009 after a rapid deterioration in his symptoms. An inoperable brain tumor is suspected to be the cause. RIP Columbo (and many thanks to the Bart-Johnsons who gave him such loving care in his last months). Columbo was an owner-surrender who we took on knowing that he had something neurological going on. Sandi Bart-Johnson and her family stepped up to be his foster home, and it soon became obvious that he was going to stay a forever foster as his seizures had never been treated medically before. Columbo was loved with all their heart, and came to the Novato Waddle in July, where he was much admired by all. He seemed very happy that day, and we are so glad that he got to share a waddle with us. We know that Columbo had the best of care over the last year and knew soft, warm beds and good food, and a family who cared for him through all the trauma of seizures that were getting worse and worse. He had recently lost the use of his legs and it was obvious that he was not going to get better. Even then, it was a very hard decision to have to let him journey on to the Rainbow Bridge, where I am sure he is now leading the pack in a joyous romp to the buffet! RIP sweet Columbo.
  Copper came into my life in 2000 when his family was getting divorced. Originally I was only going to foster him until a home could be found. However, the minute he entered my home, I knew he would never leave. Copper received the name Copper aka "Joe Friday" because like Joe Friday from Dragnet he had a deadpan expression, but a sharp mind. His brain was always working as he calculated how he would steal things around the house and how to manipulate people. He would wait until the right minute, and then steal the items and hide them in his bed. We found things like my fathers electric razor and my mother's jewelry there. One of the things that made Copper so special was his ability to make everyone love him. He had the ability to convert everyone into loving basset hounds. His oncologist once told me that Copper should be the poster basset for the breed. One of the most precious memories I will carry with me of Copper is how he would comfort people who were waiting in the vet hospital waiting room. He always had a smile for them and for a few minutes their minds would be clear of worry and pain. Copper was a very special hound and I am so glad to have had the opportunity to know and love him. - Jamie Duarte, October 2007