Eskie Rescuers United

Ghostie aka Goblin
Halloween 2006.... a white furry creature somewhat resembling an American Eskimo dog was found alone, mistreated, sick and dumped in a shelter. Could this weary, sad fellow be helped? The answer was a resounding...YES!! ERU pulled him from the shelter and sent him to a temporary foster home to be stabalized. He was so sick, so sad and so very scared. He was moved to a permanent foster home to start undergoing various treatments... in stepped lots and lots of GOOD HEARTED people. People that had never met Goblin aka Ghostie. People that wanted to HELP this poor little dog. Money for his care started coming in. Inquiries on his health were being asked. Yeah Ghostie! He started to decide that maybe life was going to be okay after all. He gained weight, had teeth pulled, started heartworm treatments. A wonderful woman stepped up and asked to adopt the little guy! Hurrah! Ghostie had a family! A dog couldn't ask for anything more... the lady that was adopting him loved him with all her heart! She just couldn't wait to see her Ghostie. She sent him blankets and toys and treats. He was so happy....but he still didn't feel good. He was fighting for his life....his health started going downhill...until finally the heartworms won. However after such a rough start in life Ghostie had found love! He died knowing many, many people loved and cared about him. He will not be forgotten... he was a rare gem that touched so many lives. Ghostie is now over the bridge, healthy and happy running in the fields with friends that have gone before him. Ghostie WE love you!

Ladybug
Ladybug came into rescue as an owner surrender at the age of 15 years and weighing only 12 pounds. She was a shy, very sweet little girl who got along well with cats, dogs and even the kids in the neighborhood. Ladybug lived with ERU foster, Bill, where she was pampered with vitamins, medicine for her arthritis and lots & lots of love and attention. Ladybug was a fragile little girl who, by just looking at her, grabbed your heartstrings and wouldn't let go.

But Lady's health had deteriorated and she crossed the Bridge at the age of "Sweet 16". Her passing was very tough on her foster parent and he buried her in a place of honor behind his home.

Little Bear
Little Bear was also known as "Tilt" by his friends. This little guy gave back to his foster parents by teaching them strength, bravery, humility and love of life! He was extremely courageous as he went through the remaining months of his life with an inoperable brain tumor that left him with no concept of a "horizon line". This made his head tilt to the side and his tongue hang out. But Tilt always stayed happy and spunky.

Near the end, his right eye became paralyzed and eventually the day came when he couldn't stand or walk. Tilt died in the loving arms of his fosters.

Little Miss Muffett
Little Miss Muffett found her way into rescue after being picked up as a stray along with two other eskies in Michigan- Angel and Simple Simon. Of the three, Muffett tested heartworm positive, needed to be spayed and had a very large bladder stone that required surgery to be removed. Little Miss Muffett won the heart of the good samaritan that found her, she was also a vet tech and knew what kind of special care Muffett needed. Every day, Little Miss Muffett went to work with her caregiver- she was the ambassador for the staff and even the vet's own daughter came to visit every day just so that she could take Muffett on a walk. Even though she went through heartworm treatment without too many difficulties, it wasn't until she was spayed that she developed problems. After living a life of neglect and had never received any vet care, Little Miss Muffett passed away in the home of her caregiver. During her time in rescue, Muffett never let on how sick she really was, even in the end, her fluffy white tail wagged. Her caregiver will never forget this wonderful little spirit and neither will we.

Mayor Quimbey
Mayor joined the ‘Bradley Bunch’ back in April of 2006. His name suited him — he had eluded Detroit’s Animal Control all spring; preferring to hang out at the mansion and grounds of Detroit’s mayor. He tested a “strong” heartworm positive, so he wasn’t put up for adoption. The big and burly Animal Control officer had tears in his eyes when Mayor’s rescuer came to pick him up — the officer was so relieved that Mayor would have a chance at a new life. Mayor had touched him; he did that with everyone he met, whether in person or through the newsy, heart-warming updates that his foster mom Mary posted to her fellow rescuers. Mayor had such a gentle, mellow, sweet way about him — he became Mary’s shadow and would sit by her quietly every morning when she had her coffee on the porch swing. Mr. B., Mary’s resident Eskie was his best pal and would hover over Mayor whenever he sneezed or coughed. Whenever Mayor would walk through the house all the other Eskies would stand and follow! He truly was Mary's Mayor. Mayor had some interested adopters but when his health prevented or slowed his adoption, it was almost a relief knowing that he wouldn’t be leaving Mary. We laughed and cried along with Mary as she nurtured Mayor through heartworm treatment; we cheered when Mayor’s “bump on the nose” tested benign and then cried when the next specialist reversed the diagnosis. He died in November.

Mayor Quimbey was never adopted. It just wasn’t meant to be. You see, he found his forever home -- with his foster Mary. The author, Jon Katz, writes touchingly about a “forever dog” and how people instantly know what that means. Mayor was Mary’s forever dog. Until it was his time to cross the bridge, he would be loved and nurtured by Mary -- he just wasn’t meant to go anyplace else. He had found his ‘forever home’. He’s up there now, pain-free… at the bridge... waiting by the swing.