On Thursday evening, November 9th, I made the painful decision to say my final goodbye to my best friend Tyrone. It’s a profound loss. 
When I first saw Tyrone on the Tristate Basset Rescue website back in 2006, you described him as having a “joyful spirit.” And there wasn’t a day he didn’t live up to that billing. 
He’d been found wandering the streets of Philadelphia. You were calling him Stanley. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for a new dog, having just lost my first Basset, Luther only three months earlier. But “Stanley” needed a Daddy and a new name. And when I walked up to him, he jumped up on me and said “I’m coming home with you whether you like it or not.” 
At first, I referred to him as my “rebound Basset.” In some ways, he was living in Luther’s shadow. But over time, we found our own thing. Tyrone had a passion for jazz, classic rock, Chicago Bulls basketball, carrots watermelon, cantaloupe, potatoes and playing indoor fetch. He was a people dog, who would shamelessly roll over on his back and ask for a tummy rub from anyone who came to my apartment or sat nearby in the park. He was there for me through job changes, break-ups and the passing of my mom. 
As T got older and developed arthritis, his joyful spirit remained intact. In fact, he got even more loveable. And this past summer, when we started getting him around the city in his wagon, he became a neighborhood icon adored by strangers on the streets of New York. 
But despite his relentless spirit, his body was giving out. And last week, the doctors advised that it was time. I did my best to give him the send off he deserved. He was in his bed resting on his favorite pillow with his favorite toys by his side and eucalyptus candles burning. He enjoyed some hamburger and potatoes, gave me one last smile and then went to sleep with my arms around him as we watched a video montage celebrating his life and all those who loved him.
He was truly a First Ballot Hall of Fame Dog. 
To watch the video tribute of his life, go to: Tyrone The Basset Tribute

Of course everyone loves their dog, but some of us have been fortunate to have found that heart dog or soul dog, best dog in the world dog, that one you can't live without, the one that means everything to you, that one who is just so special that it hurts. Boston bounced around foster homes when he was surrendered to Tri State in 2013. He just never quite found a good fit and when I first took him home Ric and I thought to ourselves when is Lisa getting this dog adopted- he's  a huge pain in the ass! Less than a week later we were head over heals in love and he was my first TSBHR foster failure. Of course he was a biter with select people.... he once bit a bus driver from Florida who had stopped to admire his beauty and then there was that time when he chased Alex's girlfriend into the corner of the house....he knew who he liked and who he didn't. He was high maintenance, had major medical issues, stopped breathing and turned blue when you cut his nails, was extremely demanding, indecisive and needed to have choices with his sleeping spots and beds, he was a drama queen! He cleaned every dog and cats eye balls and butts and then always wanted to kiss us afterwords. He was my alarm clock everyday for the last 4 years, if Boston wasn't sleeping then no one was sleeping. I like the dogs with big personalities and Boston's was the biggest. Someone else's trash was my most prized possession. This one took a piece of us with him when he died and has left a huge void in his absence.....Till we meet again my very best dog Boston Brooks.

On Tuesday, August 1,2017 I lost the love of my life. We didn't have him quite two years when a catastrophic heart event took him from me in 5 minutes. He was always happy,loving and eating. As long as he was by my side he was content. He would just look at food and drool goobers! He came to us with his girlfriend Libby. He would walk around kissing her continuously and she him. He will be terribly missed by all! Rest In Peace my best friend! You will never be forgotten.

Chester came to us some three years ago    from his Foster  Mom and Dad in PA. A series of rides from PA facilitated by TSBHR carried Sally    ( our most recently lost Basset ) and Chester to our Farm.

Chester was    "An Old Soul ". Many dogs will not make eye contact with anyone- Chester - Would look you right in the eye. He was also good Listener .

Chester left us for the Rainbow Bridge    in October 2015.

You could sum up Chester Approach to life with one simple  Phrase - When the hurt from walking becomes to much to bare ,try running. He pushed on with all his might,in spite  of a Senior Life filled with long odds. When the going gets tough,call out Chester's name.

With his passing goes another time of tears. Chester graced our home for only 18 Months. He was everything  that Caretakers would dream of .

How deeply we miss him.

Kate and Chuck

Sally came to us from her Foster Parents thru Adoption from TSBHR several years ago. We knew very little about her past other than she was taken from a shelter by her Foster Dad. From the very beginning it was obvious that she knew how to conserve her energy as on her very 1st walk she laid down whenever we stopped walking for a few minutes.

This was a trait that served her well as she struggled with Congestive Heart Failure over the past 18 months. She was a loving companion, an easy keeper and very good with our other dogs unless they attempted to share her food.

She never seemed overly concerned about following the other dogs on their walks but in fact she would head off in some unknown destination, given a free leash. A year ago we took her to our camp in Maine for a weeks vacation as we were concerned about her heart condition. This was a good decision as we got to spend some time with her alone. She slept in our bed and shared her life with us alone for one short week.

We often observed her body movements when she was sleeping, sometimes the tip of her tail would wag, if only we could share those Dreams, what would they reveal. The last several months have been gut wrenching, we would wake up in the night to see if her chest was rising and falling. The same observations are repeated numerous times each day. Her daily decline was obvious and every manner and of care taking is practiced. While in our hearts we know what is coming, we grasp at that faint hope that a miraculous cure will happen. At age 16 years of age with a heart that beat with waning strength. The unbearable hurt that wracks our bodies and souls as well as hers lead to the inevitable conclusion.

We will most likely try to fill the void by adopting another old basset knowing full well that history will repeat itself as it has far too many times over the past years. Sally is now with a host of our other pets at the Rainbow Bridge. We will be joining Sally in the lands of our Creator when our time on earth has been served. I sincerely hope that Sally will also have past caretakers that will share their love for her. Run Free Sweet Girl - We will miss you dearly.

Kate and Chuck