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To All Friends and Supporters of NMBR and Trish Skowronek
It is with deep sorrow and regret that I must inform you of the passing of Trish Skowronek. Trish died on Thursday, February 14th, of natural causes.
Trish's remains were cremated, and spread in a beloved place with the ashes of many of her puppies who had gone before. No ceremony is planned at this time.
Since Trish was the sole individual running NMBR, it is closed, permanently it would seem. It is possible that at some time someone will step up to claim New Mexico Beagle Rescue in the name of all the puppies that need help. We'll see. For now though please contact Lone Star Beagle Rescue or Trish Nesbitt regarding adoptions and relinquishments. The contact information is noted below. A tribute to Trish's life, and other information will be posted here soon.
Sincerely,
David Paulson.
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If you have any questions regarding the Beagles for adoption, on this site or on Petfinder, PLEASE CALL TRISH NESBITT AT 505-907-3791
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"Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun,
Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood,
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
Patricia (Trish) Marie Skowronek….she did not want to leave.
You still had much to do. And did not want to leave.
She wanted not to leave them, she wanted not to grieve, but grief became her daily prayer, her heart upon her sleeve .She saw their pain, the hounds in need and on she pushed, she would succeed.
She always knew she would awake, always had, make no mistake.
They licked her face, she hit the floor, shoo’d hounds and Tre out their back door.
Next, tend bowls she filled just so, meds and treats, complete with know.
She knew the numbers were too high, but each baby had a sigh, a cry.
No one cared, so on she flew, took them in, helped them through.
To turn away a hound in need, was not her style, not her creed.
The phone would ring, sad story told, into her truck, though it was old.
Away she launched with open arms, to hold and comfort, work her charms.
The chaos her devotion churned, her hurt for them inside her burned.
This woman ached beyond her years, she’d seen the hurt, she’d felt their tears.
Herself became her second choice, their needs met, her grand rejoice.
She cried each time she had one go, careful screening, things just so.
Her mantle held so many souls, ones no one wanted, ones too old.
She held them in their final hours, kissed their heads, hugs and flowers.
Some were blessed to bid you adieu, so many eyes stayed fixed on you.
They knew that all was very wrong, watched your last breath, heard your last song.
You left us as they flocked your chair, your babies ever with you there.
You never could have left alone, their eyes reflected love they’d known.
At the bridge dogs gone were there. The ones who helped around your chai,r
Will find you when they come to rest, wagging tails saying you were best.
One human who opened up her heart, hearth and home, gave each new start.
You touched many lives with your great love, was just too soon to rise above,
You still were needed here.
Your legend you did doubt down here, now from your cloud please hear the cheer.
You were an angel unaware, you quirky girl why are you there? You still had much to do, still had so much to do. You grew too tired, saw too much pain. You gave too much too soon and did not want to leave.
Rest in the abundant peace you gave, dear Trish.
Gretchen Lee
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Mojo’s Midnight Miracle
How I miss you, dearest Trish...the emails, the phone conversations; just knowing you were there saving precious beagles made my world a brighter, happier place. Every time I hug Bugle I say a prayer of thanks that our paths crossed. The best way I know to honor your memory is to carry on your work here in Las Vegas, NV, by joining the Southern Nevada Beagle Rescue. I know you were with me and the team on March 9, 2008. Eleven beagles were rescued that night. Bugle and Ginger now have a new little brother, Mojo. Here is his story and photo. Trish, may God bless you for being Mojo's Guardian Angel and bringing him to me. You will forever be in my heart and prayers. Until we meet again over the Rainbow Bridge...
Love,
Marcia, Steve, Ginger, Bugle and Mojo Swidarski
“My name is Mojo; that’s short for Missouri Joe. My new Mommy and Daddy gave me that name because I’m from Missouri and I’m named after “Joe” Beagle from the New Mexico Beagle Rescue. I have a beautiful, new home with two other beagles; big brother Bugle (adopted from NMBR 2/2005) and big sister Ginger. I can run free and play in our big backyard. We have lots of grass, trees, bushes, a bridge to run across and a waterfall with rocks where lizards live. Bugle and I love to hunt lizards and explore all over the yard. When we get tired we find a warm sunny spot and take a nap. Ginger likes to sunbathe too. My new Mom is a great cook. I get lots of good, home-cooked food and fresh,clean water. Mom and Dad play with me, give me lots of love and tell me I’m a very handsome little boy.
But my life wasn’t always this happy. There was a night when I had lost all hope and my will to live. This is the story of the "miracle" that saved my life.
The Missouri puppy mill where I was raised was shut down. I and many other dogs were crammed into crates and loaded into a panel van. We didn’t know where we were going but we drove and drove. I couldn’t tell if it was day or night. Finally late at night on Sunday March 9th, the van stopped and the doors were opened. We were in Las Vegas! I heard frantic voices everywhere as our crates were removed from the van and opened. We were being separated by breed by many rescue volunteers. It was mass chaos with dogs barking and people yelling. My crate was set down in the middle of all the confusion but nobody came to let me out. My crate was horribly filthy after such a long journey. I was covered in feces and sitting in a lake of urine. The smell was so bad I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t see because my eyes were tearing and stinging. I was so scared and miserable I was shaking and crying. I just didn’t want to live anymore. Then I heard a soft beautiful voice. She said, “Little One, my name is Mommy Trish and I crossed the Rainbow Bridge Feb 2008. When I lived on earth in Santa Fe, NM, I devoted my life to rescuing beagles and finding forever homes for them. I heard your cries and I felt your will to live slipping away. So I have been allowed to come to you in spirit with this message: do not despair; it is not your time to cross the Rainbow Bridge. You are special and deserve to be happy, loved and cherished. Someone is coming just for you. She adopted one of my beagles 3 yrs ago and is a friend. I have chosen her especially for you but you must be strong and hang on until she arrives. I will guard your crate so nobody else can take you away. You will have everything you ever dreamed of and more. And I will always be watching over you.” I thought I was hallucinating. Who could possibly want me, a dirty, smelly, scared, forgotten little beagle? I felt myself drifting away when I heard another voice.
“Hey, has anybody checked that crate in the middle? I think there’s a dog in there. Wait, I think there’s a BEAGLE in there! Oh Lord, what’s that awful smell? No no no, this is not happening; not on my watch! Come here, sweetheart, come out of that nasty crate. Come to me, my precious baby.”
She gathered me up in her arms, hugged and petted me, and kissed my head. With tears in her eyes she told me I was beautiful and this would never happen to me again….EVER! She wrapped me in a towel and she took me home. We went straight to the shower where she shampooed and cream rinsed me over and over. Oooooo, the warm water felt so good, and the shampoo and cream rinse smelled so nice. As my new Mom was toweling me dry a man came into the room. He said, “Look at him; he’s beautiful and he is the perfect combination of Ginger and Bugle. He has Bugle’s face and Ginger’s body coloring. He could be their son.” I didn’t have to wait long to find out who Ginger and Bugle were because they were right there trying to sniff me! But I was too exhausted to be sociable; I just wanted my new Mommy to hold and comfort me. After awhile I was able to eat a little food and drink some water. My new Daddy had a kennel ready for me with soft clean blankets. I collapsed from exhaustion relieved to finally feel safe. The miracle Mommy Trish promised had come true.”
Mojo officially joined our Beagle Pack on March 16, 2008. He is doing great and is a wonderful addition to our family.
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Rescuer's Bridge
Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before.
But the animals that had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch.
It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.
He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again.
As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals that were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge.
With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.
One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for awhile to explain it to him.
"You see, that poor animal was a rescue. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge."
The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?" As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person, and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.
"Watch, and see," said the second animal. A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed her towards The Bridge. They all crossed The Bridge together.
"What happened?"
"That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of her work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth across The Rainbow Bridge."
"I think I like rescuers", said the first animal.
"So does GOD", was the reply.
Our beloved friend, Trish, crossed The Rainbow
Bridge, reunited with her babies.
- Sherry Lynn and Ivan Andreas
Rescuers of Trish’s Lil’ Cherrie
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Trish Skowronek's Puppies were first placed in special holding at the Santa Fe Shelter. At that time, Trish Nesbitt began finding foster homes for them, all in New Mexico. Forever homes will be found for them all, as Trish had promised them. The Folks who so kindly took these dogs in have encountered many unexpected vet bills and related expenses. For those of you who loved Trish and her Puppies, this is an opportunity to express that love by making a contribution to help pay some of those bills. If you wish to help, please call Trish Nesbitt, at 505-907-3791 **************************************************************************************************
The email address tsbeagle99@msn.com is no longer available. Please use Trish@NewMexicoBeagleRescue.org
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Sent: Wednesday, March 19, 2008 5:33 PM
To: Trish
Subject: Goodbye!
Dear Trish,
We only knew you on the phone and through our mutual love of Beagles (and sighthounds!) but when I learned of your passing today, I missed you as I would miss a sister.
I hope someone who loved you very much is reading this. You touched many lives -- human and canine -- that will always be happier for having known you. Your kindness extended beyond the tight circle of people most of us confine ourselves to, but extended to encompass everyone. You lived as "a candle in the wind" celebrating your life as a dance to God himself.
Cross the Rainbow Bridge my friend and meet those there waiting for you.
Much love
Bonnie, Michael, Stella the Afghan, Buster the Beagle
Also across the Bridge: Pasha, Amber, Stevie Ray, Sarouk, and Cheever
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In memory of Dearest Trish – my Friend, my Hero, my Guardian Angel:
At first, I couldn’t understand why Trish had not responded to my e-mail or called me as she was always so prompt on doing so. So then I sent another e-mail asking if she was OK. Little did I know that that e-mail would arrive too late and what I found out in the days following just absolutely tore me apart. It was a shock to my whole system and I had to read those words over and over again to try to comprehend exactly what it meant – that Trish had passed. In my mind, that was crazy and I didn’t want, and couldn’t, accept it. So here it is a month and a half later and I still am having a really hard time with it.
I live in Colorado and drove down with my daughter in 2005 and our two Beagles to meet Trish for the first time. We visited her at her house and adopted two of her babies – Jett, Jr. and Lombardi (f/k/a Plato). I knew immediately how dedicated she was to these babies in finding them the perfect forever home and how much she loved what she was doing. I kept in contact with her since then pretty much on a daily basis. I loved helping her out and would send her care packages all the time with stuff for the doggies and herself. I would call her all the time asking her questions and getting her advice on Beagle stuff. Little did I know that the last thing I would send her was her Valentine’s Day card, telling her how much I loved her and what she meant to me. I am so glad that I sent it 10 days before V-Day.
I just want everyone to know that I feel extremely honored and fortunate to have met Trish and also to have two of her babies to love and remember her by. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. I just know she stopped off at the Rainbow Bridge to pick up her babies on her way to Heaven, because that’s the only place she can be.
“Trish, I Love You and you are my Angel and will live in my heart forever. I miss you so very much. God Bless You for all that you have done for the fur kids and want you to know how much your work was appreciated by the many animal lovers you came in contact with. May you Rest in Peace.”
Your friends from Colorado: Annette and Malia – and ALL our furry kids…Jett, Lombardi, Olive Anne, Flappy, Sturgis, Nikkita,, Bailey, Shadow and Thelma & Louise.
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To all,
I was deeply shocked to learn of Trish’s passing just recently. I was looking at a related website and saw a memorial tribute to Trish and thought to myself, ‘surely that must be a mistake,’ until I went to the NMBR website and found out that Trish had indeed passed on. I am forever grateful for Trish and the great work she did with NMBR and for canines everywhere. Were it not for Trish I would never have found my beloved and terribly spoiled beagle, Bailey Jaxx. Trish has a place of honor in Heaven for the special work she did, the love she shared with so many, and for her generosity and benevolence that benefited so many families. My prayers are with all of her family and friends.
Pila maya (thank you),
Shirley, Bailey Jaxx
Jennifer, Buster Brown
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There are times when words just aren't enough. This is one of those times. Trish was a great friend to many of us. She is missed by us all. But its the dogs who have suffered the greatest loss. Not just the ones that were in her care, but also the ones that were yet to be rescued by her. I feel so sad for those that will never know the love of this great lady. We all will do what we can to carry on her work, but the sacrifices that she made for the dogs will never be matched. She was truly an angel to her puppies. When she crossed over the bridge, I know she was met by many of her babies who crossed the bridge ahead of her. Trish, if you're looking down on us, we miss you and love you. And God willing, we will see again some day. Just wait for us on the other side of the bridge.
Bill Hart
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We are dedicated to saving Beagles and Bassets in New Mexico. We are located in Santa Fe , NM. If there is any way we can help you, either adopting a Beagle, surrendering one, or advice please contact us. Trish 505-466-0462 we will get back to you ASAP, please contact us again if you haven't heard from us( we have a beagle that likes to turn off the answering machine). |
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HE IS YOUR FRIEND, YOUR PARTNER, YOUR DEFENDER, YOUR DOG. YOU ARE HIS LIFE, HIS LOVE, HIS LEADER. HE WILL BE YOURS, FAITHFUL AND TRUE,TO THE LAST BEAT OF HIS HEART. YOU OWE IT TO HIM TO BE WORTHY OF SUCH DEVOTION.
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New Mexico Beagle Rescue needs your help. This is a challenge to all Beagle Lovers in New Mexico. We are in desperate need of temporary foster homes. There are more Beagles in need at this moment than we have room for and more always coming. It's our goal to never say no to a Beagle in need, but we need your HELP.
If you have room for a little visitor on a short term basis you will be helping to save a little hound's life. We will show you how fullfilling and rewarding it is to be part of NMBR as a foster parent. If you have a big enough heart to help a Beagle in need please contact us!
NMBR wants to thank Jon Marr of BRAEMARR Kennels. Jon is helping us save Beagles by boarding them until they can come to us or be adopted. His love and care is beyond measure, and If he can help so can you! Also, if you ever need to board your Beagle, BRAEMARR has our "four paws up".
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My Beloved
He has always been "Old Burt"
Older than dirt,Older than God
Burt came to me after being left in the mountians with bloody paws through the SF shelter. My call came -No one will take him - will you - of course.
Burt gave me a kiss once a year whether I needed it or not. Cuddling Burt was not an option; Not his style. An abused , rejected hound.
He was Burt the main stay of my rescue,The reason I do what I do. I have saved before but after Burt with 1000% more dedication. How could anyone abondon their faithful hound after 12 years!!
It is my privilidge to have saved Burt and to love and adore him for only 7 years. My rescue will always have my beloved in mind and in heart. All my babies will hear stories of Burt and understand that I save them because of the dog "older than Dirt ".
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| Sparky Joe
We miss you
NMBR's great friends Sam and Scott lost their beloved Beagle Sparky Joe April 11 to cancer. Our love goes to them ,without Sam and Scott and Sparky and pups we wouldn't be what we are today. Our Joe Beagle is named after Sparky Joe.
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