This page is dedicated to the wonderful Schips who have graced our lives with their love, their energy, and their mischief, and who have now gone to the Rainbow Bridge. If you have a picture and a story of a special Schipperke (or Schip parent), please feel free to send it to us (click here). We appreciate the support of all those who love these rascals as we do. Each of these precious Schips has been honored by an In Memory donation to SchipperkeRescue.Net. If you would like to make a donation to honor one of these memorable fur children or another fur child you have known, please check out our "How You Can Help" button on the left.

Cappy
February 27, 2008

My parents just recently had to put down our family dog, Cappy (short for Captain). He would have been 15 yrs old this June. He had a wonderful and very free life - thanks to a lot of love and an 'invisible fence'. He was so loyal, loving, and even towards the end, the epitome of "energy". We miss him so much but know he is not in pain now.

He had started to have seizures over the past year, and just recently, the last seizure (may have been a stroke) left him unable to stand. He had to be carried out to go pee, and was not able to eat (was fed by syringe for a day or two). We knew that was not a "life" and it was time to say goodbye, hard as it was.

We know Schipperke's are very special creatures. And we feel so lucky to have found Cappy - as he will always be in our hearts.
-Leigh Elliott

Dad & Angus
January 2008

My father considered himself a “big dog” person. He had German Shepherds, Labrador Retrievers, and we even have a Chow-Sheltie mix. Little dogs were, to my dad, annoying. Then he met Angus, our schipperke. Dad was taken by him immediately. Although Angus was a little dog, the fierceness of his play and his rambunctious attitude showed to my father that sometimes big things come in small packages. Dad looked forward to “dog sitting” Angus all he could, and even referred to himself as Angus’ “grandfather.” When Angus would spend the night at dad’s, dad would even “tuck” Angus into bed. Angus sure was spoiled when he stayed with his grandfather!

Dad passed away this January from complications of cancer. The last time I spoke to him, he made sure to ask me how my “bad ass little dog” was doing. This donation is in honor of Jim Crump, a wonderful man, a wonderful father, and a great lover of schipperkes. We miss him dearly, and so does Angus.
-Joanna Crump

Genoa
January 14, 2008

Our beloved Genoa came to us as a foster when she was a mere youngster, full of energy, and a holy terror - in other words - a typical Schip. She settled quickly into our pack, and it wasn't long before we knew she'd never leave.

Genoa learned to love sailing, swimming, taking long walks with her pals Scupper and J.J. and, eventually, Bear. When I was so seriously ill in 2005, it was visits from her and her pals that gave me a reason to live and enabled me to recover. Both of us will miss her antics and her wonderful doggy kisses.

- Joani DeHaven-McGovern and Mike McGovern

... Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you ...
I loved you so --
'twas Heaven here with you.

Harry
Novemeber 13, 1995 - June 21, 2008

Harry was my best friend and companion. He went with me everywhere (including hospitals, malls and restaurants). Harry stood tall with me and my Mother through my Father’s battle with Alzheimer’s and three (3) major surgeries of his own.

We miss him dearly!! At least we know he is heaven with my Father now, playing.

Mary Rita and Bob Voica

Emmitt
3/30/98 - 8/23/04

My beloved .Emmitt. Left this Earth way too early. I miss him dearly.

Kelli Young

OLLIE
Went to the Rainbow Bridge, September 2008

My name is Matt Rieger, and 7 years ago we adopted a schipperke from the Delaware Humane Society. We saw Ollie being displayed for adoption, and my mother convinced my Father to let us get him. At the present time I had always wanted a dog as a child but my father did not think i was responsible enough to get one. However my mom convinced him otherwise so we got Ollie.
Ollie at first was very timid and nervous about his new surroundings, but I immediately took to him because this was my dream come true. I walked him and tried to do everything to make him comfortable in his new surroundings. One day I was petting him trying to get him to warm up to me, and he rolled over and let me pet his belly. From that day on He became my faithful and best friend and I became his favorite Boy. He never left my side and was very protective and was jealous of any who came to close to me. So much so that on occasion my parents feared he might bite someone and ended up getting us a lawsuit. However he was my world, he was fierce but his heart was huge.
He always made me smile even on my worst days and he made me feel so secure cause I knew he would never leave me and would die protecting me. His character would light up a room, and he was the reason my parents decided to get another two schips over the next four years. I considered him to be my soulmate if there is such a thing and never felt a connection to any person the way I felt one with my dog. So when about a month ago when I found out he had a growth on his heart. It was a tremendous blow to my world. Within weeks he had tumors on all his major organs and could no longer walk correctly or eat really anything. It was inevitable that he must be put down.
I saw him as a gift from God, my little angel. Of course it was inevitable that God must take this gift back from me cause nothing so great as life can stay on earth forever. But I thank the Lord everyday for Ollie's presence in my life. He was my faithful boy and even on his deathbed he growled at anyone who tried to pet him while I was holding him. He would never relinquish his love for me and Death was the only thing that could seperate our relationship but only temporarily. I look foward, and I can only hope that I will see my best friend again when it is my turn to go as well.

-Matt Rieger-

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