My mom's eulogy for Red Dog's funeral:
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
You taught our mom through your own example to have such a love, appreciation & passion for animals and all creatures of this earth !!!
You always gave so generously to everyone you met in your life with such a kind, loving heart. You were always there for everyone you loved in their darkest hours.
You were the BEST father a child could ever ask for or hope for. You were a hard working man who treasured his children and the time you spent with them.
You always had such a fun, outgoing, chrismatic personality and you helped everyone around you learn to let go and just enjoy life to the fullest. You taught others to never be afraid to dance with joy your whole life and DANCE you did. There wasn't a women around who didn't love dancing with you.
You are dearly missed by all of us. Happy Birthday Red Dog !!!
My mom's eulogy for Red Dog's funeral:
My mom's eulogy for Red Dog's funeral:
If I had to describe my dad in one word it would have to be PASSIONATE. My dad was passionate about everything he did. He was passionate about his faith, his family, helping others, fishing and nature. He put his heart and soul into everything he did. My dad wasn’t afraid to work and when my mother got sick young my father took over the grocery shopping, laundry & cleaning as well as running a successful business. My dad was a larger than life influence on me. I have to admit from as far back as I can remember I worshipped the ground he walked on. He was my father but he was also my HERO. I adored my mom but I was an insufferable DADDY”S GIRL. I have to share a few of my favorite memories with you about my dad. Growing up my father would much to my mom’s disdain gather us kids up and head up to the barn at our farm. We would climb to the roof around midnight and do Indian Dances under the stars and moon. Howling & chanting at the top of our lungs then talking the night away. Another great memory is when we would arrive on the 3 mile gravel road leading to our farm. He would let us roll our windows down, sit on the door and hold on to the roof of the car all the way to the farm house.We thought this was so much fun. He instilled deeply into all of his children a deep love of nature as we spent every weekend we could at our farm.He taught us to enjoy the simple pleasures in life like a crisp morning on a foggy lake that brings about a special feeling in you that no one can take away or buy for you. Another favorite memory was when my dad taught me to dance. He told me there is no wrong way to dance just feel the music and let it out. I, like my mom, had so much fun dancing with my dad. Before the hippies even discovered mediation my father fell in love with it. My mother would roll her eyes when we daily mediated to Roy Masters record album. The last memory I adore is that my dad was too creative to read a book to us so he made up 3 of his own stories that took on life each time he told them. My favorite was his bulldog story. Now I understand his story telling talents live on in my youngest brother Matt with CRAZY BABY SERIES. My dad viewed life as an adventure and had lots of passions but he was probably most passionate about helping others in need. I’ve never met anyone as generous as the man we have come to celebrate today. He gave more to people than people gave to him and he did it freely, lovingly and with a heart full of compassion. My father not only helped strangers, gave beyond generously to numerous churches and charities but when it came to family he was the softest. He took care of my mother throughout her life with such compassion. We always seemed to have family members living with us and my father loved to be able to help. After my sister and I would give birth he would come to our house and spoil us by cleaning our houses end to end and then clean our cars and when I say CLEAN I mean clean. That was my dad. My dad was one of the greatest dads a girl could ask for. I named my first born son after him and he will always be a reminder to me of how a life well lived.... lives on through everyone they touch. I love you Poop.......
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
St. Clair County follows new protocol for animal abuse cases
Did you purchase a sick puppy from a pet store, website or suspicious breeder within the past 3 years? Please report it here: http://www.humanesociety.org/…/puppy_buyer_complaint_form.h…
Monday, March 2, 2015
Who Uses A Condolence Page To Trash People Who Work So Hard To Be For The Voice For Animals In Need ....
|Andrew Hunte has passed to Glory. I knew Mr. Hunte and despite what radical Animal Rights people say about him, he was a pioneer in educational programs for breeders and air purification in kennels and transport, in a very fine way. I learned many great practices at his seminars and although I never sold to him under his brokership, he always welcomed us small breeders to learn at his seminars for free. He fed us for free, he gave us tours of his elaborate facilities and transport trucks for free. He had a worship chapel in his facilities for staff and was a dynamic verbal witness as the American dream (he came fro Barbados) and was a devote believer in the Lord Jesus Christ and always started a convention with his testimony. He cared about the breeding industry done RIGHT.|
I believe Animal Rights people killed him. He got stomach cancer from their grief. They kill dogs, people, and will kill the opportunity for people to own pure bred dogs in the future. They are winning the war with their money and radical insanity because people believe their LIES that they prorogate for MONEY.
God bless you Andrew, that you are FREE from these evil people and may you now rest in peace among the lions and the lambs and all the pups that filled the hearts of people who loved them for years because of YOU
OMG can't believe this women used a condolence page to go off on ANIMAL WELFARE PEOPLE with so many outrageous, far fetched lies full of paranoia. I see One sentence which I highlighted in Red that is truthful about anything to do with Andrew Hunte or ANIMAL WELFARE people. You can talk all day about someone's relationship with God but if you don't live out your faith through your actions then your words are meaningless. Mr. Hunte sadly will have to face God now and ALL THE CRUELTY HE DID TO ANIMALS he will have to explain. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes for all his blood money.
P.S. No ANIMAL WELFARE people make money off their work but rather work tirelessly to try to help animals in need and suffering.They are defenseless victims in this greedy, heartless industry that would rather make up outrageous lies than try to clean up their own industry. If you want to prevent your industry from going completely under than you better wake up fast. Our society will not tolerate inhumane treatment of your breeding dogs who suffer every single day of their life so you can make $$$ off of them and their innocent offspring.
The Reason (to you from all your rescue dogs)
I would've died that day if not for you.
I would've given up on life if not for your kind eyes.
I would've used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands.
I would have left this life believing that all humans don't care
Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn't matted
skin that isn't flea bitten
good food and enough of it
beds to sleep on
someone to love me
to show me I deserve love just because I exist.
Your kind eyes, your loving smile, your gentle hands
Your big heart saved me...
You saved me from the terror of the pound,
Soothing away the memories of my old life.
You have taught me what it means to be loved.
I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me.
I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair
Why you do it
When there is no more money, no more room, no more homes
You open your heart a little bigger, stretch the money a little tighter
Make just a little more room...to save one more like me.
I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes
In the best way I know how
Reminding you why you go on trying.
I am the reason
The dogs before me are the reason
As are the ones who come after.
Our lives would've been wasted, our love never given
We would die if not for you