Choco came from the shelter and be came my shelter. We walked,talked, hiked, jogged, swam together. Choco would roll up and sleep on our long drives when someone would cut me off she would wake up come over to me and make me pet her. She had a long tail which would wag at 120MPH I was safe but all newcomers beware of the Tail. She would pick up a long stick and hold it on the end and then run around you trying to hit you with it. Twice she got out of the truck and snuck into the video store by pushing down the broken window. Choco was shot on 3/10/99 by unknown person???? monster. To take a persons pet is to take part of a persons heart. Thank you choco I will never forget you. I know you are in that big field chasing birds, rabbits, skunks.
It's been a very tough week with our pets, seems that it all happens at once.
Hey-Guy's mother abandoned her and my wife fed her from an eyedropper. Because of this she was a very affectionate cat and always wanted to be touched by someone. She was an inside/outside car and she knew when the weather was bad outside. Sometimes it took great effort to find her hiding in the house so that we could put her out before we left for work. She developed breast cancer and it had progressed so that it was really bad. We decided that it was time to put her down. That was the first weekend.
Spook was a cat that some neighbors abandoned when they moved away. He was a very proud tomcat and was totally black except for two white hairs on his chest. He seemed to be permanent fixture sunning himself on the front porch and would always talk to you when entering or leaving the house. I found him dead on the hay in the barn Wednesday night.
Friday night when we got home from work we were always greeted with two dogs. Something was very strange when the only greeting we got was from the St. Bernard. As I fed all of the other animals I had a bad feeling in my mind that something was not right. We got in the car to look for her and found her dead on the road, struck down by a car. Fawny was with us for 14 years and given us some very pleasant memories. Our daughter brought her home after she spent a week with her aunt. She was brindle colored so that's why she got the name Fawny. When our daughter went off to college she was lost. When the school bus came down the road Fawny was waiting at the end of the driveway for her. But the buss never stopped and you could tell she was disappointed. She always liked to follow me around when I was on the tractor. As I was working in the field you would see her laying on the edge of the field in the shade watching. She was very protective of the place. In the summer there was a circle around the house worn in the grass where she makes her rounds making sure every thing in OK. In the winter there was a well-worn path in the snow, no mater how deep it was. As she got older her hips were giving out. She could not jump into the back of the pickup anymore. There was a hay field that I would harvest about two miles away and we would put her in the house so that she would not follow. After about an hour my wife would let her out. To my surprise as I would go around the field cutting down the hay there she was laying on the edge of the field. She knew where I was! She will be dearly missed.
Gabriel "Gabby Lynn" (1998) - (3/10/99)
I lost one of my best friends yesterday. Her name was Gabriel, but we all called her Gabby. My boyfriend and I had been walking some five and a half months earlier, and had found her ( she was a tiny little thing) stuck up in a tree waiting to be eaten by A huge dog. We didn't bother to try to find any owners, you could just look at this kitten and tell that she didn't have any. I have always loved animals, but there was something special about Gabby that first day when we had met. I needed her almost as much as she needed me. She was a very playful little girl, she would follow me every morning out to the bus stop before the sun had even come up and would sit on my shoulder like a parrot and lick my shirt and face. ( she was so silly, when ever she got a piece of food, she would growl and bark like a dog!) Two weeks ago, I was at home sick, when my momma noticed that she hadn't seen Gabby all day, so we went out looking for her. We found her near our tool shed, shivering in her own filth. She had been attacked by a hawk and her knee, hip, and tail was broken, ( we couldn't tell from the fur, but her skin was badly ripped too.) None of this stopped my Gabby though, She just dug her liitle paws into my jeans and pulled herself onto my lap. We rushed her to the vet and she had surgery for her leg and her hip and tail were popped back into place. She also developed an infection from the wounds. Gabby fought though. She wasn't sick enough to be put to sleep, although she wasn't well either, so we just had to take her home. For two weeks Gabby Held on, each day bringing more and more hope. We really thought she was gonna make it - she had even stood up a couple of times on her own and was able to drag herself to my bedroom.. Then the scars on her lower belly began to come off leaving literally no skin behind. She was in horrble pain. While I was at school, my momma, in tears, had to have my little Gabriel, put to sleep. I never even got a chance to say goodbye. My heart goes out to anyone who has lost a pet beacuse I know that they are more than just animals- they are our friends, a part of our family.. Gabby was my baby, she had a pure heart and was always optimistic, even when things looked the worst. I loved my Gabby ( and still do!) She was a fighter.
So this is for Gabby Lynn, my beloved Kitten and friend, " Goodbye Gabby Lynn, my sweet little angel, I'm so thankful I had you; You've been such a good little girl. Please understand, We just couldn't let you hurt anymore, I love you Gabby Lynn and I promise I'll never forget. I'm so sorry Gabby Lynn. You didn't deserve any of this- You've fought the good fight and now you can finally rest. Sleep sweet little girl, I'm gonna miss you."
(love, Angela, Momma, Daddy, and Manda.)
Ch. Jordemm’s Black Magic
September 8, 1993 – February 16, 1999
These hands that lovingly received you from your mother at 2:29 p.m. on September 8, 1993, when you weighed 270 grams, held you and lovingly kissed you as you left our world for Rainbow Ridge. Your mother, Dasher, had saved her very best for the end – you were her last pup of her last litter. Your glowing black and tan coat, flashing eyes and smooth motion made you one of the best show Dachshunds. When you were 7-1/2 months old, I took you to your first dog show, and you won the coveted Best Puppy in Show award. By the age of 10-1/2 months, you had completed your Canadian Championship. At 14 months of age, you won a 5-point major at the Dachshund Club of Greater Buffalo specialty show, and a few months later you were “in the ribbons” at the Dachshund Club of America National Specialty show weekend at Louisville, KY. Then, illness struck in the form of an immune-mediated disease. We were devastated, and while that ended your show career and the possibility for breeding, your place in our house and lives was never in doubt. You were my constant travel companion; I took you with me on business trips as well as vacations. You often visited our children’s schools and allowed all the children to pet you, even when they all surrounded you. Our children had a check-off system as to who would have you for their sleep-mate.
You were a determined little girl. How often you sat bolt upright, just like a groundhog, and, with flashing eyes, barked to demand a tidbit. Every day you led the charge to the spot where you thought the squirrels were. You were not above mischief; there is still a chewed out piece of the upholstery in the trailer where you expressed your displeasure at being crated when we were camping. Last summer you and Stormy literally trashed the interior of the trailer while parked in Toronto because somebody kept looking in and tapping on the window thinking that you were overheated (they didn’t notice that while all the windows were closed, the air-conditioner was running). How I laughed when you startled Freddy, one of our clients who had leaned over to kiss your nose while I was repairing his computer and you barked at him; he lost his balance and almost knocked over a file cabinet when he jumped back. Any weren’t you and your mother Dasher the culprits when we realized that we weren’t getting any tomatoes from the garden because you were eating them as they ripened on the vine.
Every morning when the alarm went off, you would go to Mummy’s pillow, stand on her hair and lick her face to wake her. You had figured out that I might ignore your early pleas for breakfast, but Mummy was really the boss.
When you came up from the ICU unit to say goodbye to me, I was struck by your serene beauty. I knew how sick you really were, and that there was no hope of recovery, yet you faced the end stoically with a majesty and beauty that I will never forget. Your final place of rest is on a hillside overlooking a lake near Battersea, along the Rideau waterway. There you and the other Dachsies can chase rabbits and groundhogs.
Howard & Rose Krakower
HEIDI WAS AN ASTONISHINGLY BEAUTIFUL GERMAN SHEPHERD, BORN IN GERMANY ON 22 DECEMBER 1978. YOU WERE THE FIRST ANIMAL IN MY LIFE IN 30 YEARS AND YOU TAUGHT ME SO MUCH, SO MUCH LOVE AND SO MUCH HUMOR AND WHAT A 'CRAZY LADY' YOU WERE! I REMEBER HOW CUTE YOU LOOKED AS A BABY, MONSTER PAWS, FLOPPY EARS AND A TAIL SHAPED LIKE A PAINT BRUSH.
I REMEMBER THE WEEK I TOOK OFF FROM WORK TO BUILD YOU A DOUBLE WALL, INSULATED AND FULLY CARPETED DOG HOUSE THAT YOU NEVER SLEPT IN. THE 'RIDES' IN THE CAR, EVERYDAY REGARDLESS OF THE WEATHER. I MUST HAVE PUT 3000 MILES ON THE CAR JUST TAKING YOU FOR RIDES! I REMEMBER THE TIMES WHEN I WOULD LAY ON THE COUCH AND YOU WOULD STROLL BY, GIVE ME A KISS AND THEN TAKE OFF.YOU WENT TO HEAVEN ON 11 SEPTEMBER 1986 BUT YOU STILL 'LIVE' ON FILM IN GERMANY.
I CRIED SO HARD THE DAY YOU WENT TO HEAVEN. I'LL NEVER FORGET THE CLOUD FORMATION THAT LOOKED JUST LIKE YOU AS I DROVE HOME FROM THE COLLEGE THE NEXT DAY. MY LIFE HAS NEVER BEEN THE SAME. I HOPE YOU ARE GETTING LOTS OF GOODIES AND RIDES IN HEAVEN, I MISS YOU.....
HUNTINGTON BEACH, CA
Patches and Poopsie
We so miss our old "girls", ages 19 and 17 who went to their spiritual mother in 1998. Patches moved to Europe with us and learned the joys of radiators and french doors for observing birds while keeping her feet dry. She flew first class in her little carrier on her way there. She never quite forgave us for flying her in the belly of the plane on our way home. She loved the sun, radiators, the microwave and sleeping curled up next to the warmest person. Patches, a Calico, bossed the house if course!
Poopsie was born on the grounds of the International School of Brussels and was brought home by our daughter in her book bag after her mother stopped caring for her. I fed her dehydrated kitty milk with an eye dropper and she thrived. Problem was, she only spoke French and never quite approved of America or being outside. She preferred peace and quiet, thank you very much, but on a cold winter's night, she would sneak past Patches on the bed, nose under the covers and drape herself over my waist and the small of my back to get warm. Sometimes I wake up and think she is there again.
Bon voyage, girls. Thank you for the blessing of your presence in our lives.
PASHA (Apassionata Kama of Alvares) a Chinchilla Persian, adopted me in 1970 in Brooklyn NY. We were inseparable; we traveled on busses, subways and the ferry to Fire Island. We shopped on Fifth Avenue in NYC and went to the beach. In 1978 we moved to Westchester County, NY where Pasha went to work with me daily. In 1984 Pasha got ill. Dr Jeff Israel in Bedford diagnosed diabetes. I never truly realized the depth of my love for Pasha until I had to inject her daily with insulin. Amazingly, in five months she was no longer diabetic! But Pasha's new diagnosis became breast cancer. To spare my friend pain, she was put to rest on 05/26/86. She was cremated and her ashes spread in the winds over the Bear Mountain Bridge. To this day (03/99) Pasha's spirit visits me daily as I remember her love, friendship and devotion. And strangely, ten years to the day of Pasha's demise (05/26/96) a stray cat came to my door and adopted me. Greymore and I do many things together, including walking the H.S. track. I truly believe my friend Pasha was reincarnated and has returned to me in Greymore. I've been blessed twice in one lifetime.
the Oo'ti Lucky Dog
Born December 1983 San Bernardino, California
Died 2/28/1999 Salem, Oregon
My beloved companion, a dear friend who walked with me through hard times and good years, free again to run, jump, swim and play with the friends we lost long ago.
I will love you forever.
From your loving family: Marcy, Rafael, Koko, Penguin, Zoom, Layla, the Baby, Orange Ray of Sunshine and me...
Simon our guardian
You were truly the best dog anyone could have asked for! We loved you so much. You were an epileptic and there was nothing I could do to change that. You protected us with everything you had. We did everything to keep you healthy all of your life, all 15 years of it. We had to replace that ladies sweatshirt but that's ok, you didn't know she was only jogging and wasn't going to hurt us. Never in my life could I have asked for a better dog. Sweet and gentle. Willing to put any torment that I gave as a little kid. I had only good intentions I promise. A neck that you always let me put my face in when I wanted a hug. You listened to everything I ever had to say. You stared at me with those loving eyes and I know you listened to every word. I told you things most people don't know. Dad will miss you when he puts his hand down off the bed. You were always there and lifted your head to meet his hand. He'll miss you the most. Mom will miss how safe you made her feel. And Mikie will always miss the roughhousing. But I think I'll miss you almost as much as dad. You saved my life from a stray dog. You kept me from falling on many occasions. It was almost like you were human. You never growled at us or tried to bite us. It was in your nature to but not with those you loved. I'm glad you didn't make the K-9 force! In your younger days we played endlessly. In your older days I took you for slow walks and made sure you could get up the stairs. Trips to the vet never made you happy but you didn't fight it. As you got older it never ended on a good note. But we tried everything I want you to know that. We tried everything to keep you from pain. We knew your hips could only handle so much. Your last night I never wanted to leave you! That broke my heart. And your last day I tried to get dad to let me come but he said no. I knew it was cause he didn't want me to see him cry. But I wanted to. I want you to know that also. One day we will met again I promise you this. Until then be healthy, and happy...I know that's how it is there. Run and play. And take care of my family they love dogs. I'll be with you again baby. We have a new dog now, but I'm sure you know. He's a good dog. He's a lot like you actually. But he'll never match up to the best dog in the world. Never forget how much we love you, Simon!!! And please forgive us for any time we ignored you for one reason or another or we yelled at you. Nothing was meant by it. You normally tried to comfort us anyway. We love you baby!
Love always in Heaven and on earth,
Dad, Mom, Mikie, and Vicki
Boodles Oscar Kreitzman
I just recently lost my beloved black cat, Boodles Oscar Kreitzman, a cat above all cats. She was my companion for over 10 years. She helped me get over the loss of jobs, boyfriends and loved me unconditionally. I would wake up in the morning and she would either greet me with the Boodles Oscar smirk consisting of a face which registered, "Mommie what took you so long to feed me" and would greet me at the door (all 25 pounds of her) with a great big smile welcoming me home. The house is very cold and very unhappy without her presence. My mother died in 1987 and never had the pleasure of meeting Boodles, but I am sure she would have loved her as much as I did. She is up in heaven with my mother nudging her for a re-fill for her water dish or for her cat food. She will surely be missed. I loved her very very much and hope that she will not hate me for missing the signals of her illness. G-d blessed me with Boodles Oscar and he called her home to cheer up the rest of his chosen flock, every person's beloved pet. Pet is a euphemism for a loved one with fur far wise beyond its years. I loved you Boodles. Rest in peace my cherished companion. 1-89-2/23/99
It's only been five days since you left, but I still can't believe you're really gone. Sometimes I still think I see you. My brain plays tricks on me. I expect you to be lying on the bed when I come home. It's a strange feeling, as if your presence here is still sending out aftershocks. This morning I woke up and expected you to be sleeping on my left arm. The bed's so empty and cold without you to keep me company. I wish so badly that I could roll you on your back and pet your tummy to make you purr. I'm so cold and lonely without you. I'm sorry you got so sick, Lady. You poor dear, food, your favorite thing in the world, became your worst enemy. I guess I was a terrible friend. I should've recognized earlier that you were getting sick. I'm so sorry, sweetie. Can you ever forgive me? I'm also sorry for ignoring you if I was in a bad mood or frustrated about something. I feel like a monster. You would've never been mean to me. I'm sorry. I loved you so much. You were my one best friend whom I could always count on. You were always there for me, and I apopologize if I was not always there for you. Oh Bonzie, what will I do without you? There will never be another kitty as good as you. God, I miss you. We were made for eachother. I miss the way you used to nuzzle the covers to get inside the bed with me, and the way you would always lick my face. You always knew when I felt sad or lonely. Who's going to take care of me now? I liked the way you were so stuck up and didn't like anyone but me. That's how I felt about you too. I knew you for over half my life. How can I go on without you? I'm so sorry you had to suffer so much in your last week here. I'm so sorry, Lady. You gave me unconditional love--something I have never felt, and something I will probably never feel again. I miss you Bonzie, and I will never forget you. Goodbye dear Tiffany, until we meet in Eternity. Love, Meg
Aspen (Mothers Day 1996- February 22, 1999)
Dear precious Aspen. We all will miss you so much. In one second you were here and the next second you were gone. You were little Christophers kitty, but the whole family embraced you and YOU were loved. You were named by all of us "I'll never forget". We all sat in the family room and tossed out names that we liked and we came up with Aspen because we had just gone skiing there and your name reminded us of a happy place.
Now today that happiness has ended. A car hit you while you crossed our dirt road to come home for breakfast.
I will always remember you when you were a little frisky kitten. Oh how you loved to terrorize the rest of the kitties and attack Simba and Quiche. (We also lost Quiche on 6-27-96) I know that Carolina and Boone and Rascal are going to miss you and wonder where you've gone.You could be so lovable and also be so moody but we loved you for you. You were the special kitty will the "Feather tail". The way you would prance across the driveway or across the pool deck would send us all laughing into tears.
It seems as though you had escaped death on two other occassions that are vivid in my mind and perhaps it was Gods time for you to come home to be with Mitzi and Quiche. The two times you got stuck in the garage door and skwooshed to this day amazes me that you're o.k. You were a very resilient cat.
I know that Lynda and Christopher are also going to want to write something to you. I just ask that when you see quiche you tell her we miss her and that both of you along with Mitzi be our guardian kitties in Heaven for all those who are coming after you. Love your Grandaddy.
Sir Charlie Martini
My dog's name was Sir Charlie Martini. He was an awesome golden retriever with a heart of gold and a smile to match. He was about 12 when he passed away on February 15th, 1999. He was sleeping soundly next to my mom's side of the bed when he slipped away. He apparently had a heart attack in his sleep. It was too quick. I didn't even get to hug him good-bye. My whole family is feeling his absence. You see, Charlie was an exceptional dog. He was so funny, the way he would scurry around everybody when they got home, not sure how to welcome them without knocking them over. He was so content and happy with life. We have two other dogs, Buster and Lucky, who are both really young. They took their lead from Charlie. When he barked, they barked. When he layed down, so did they. He was like their big brother. And, even though he didn't get as much attention as they sometimes did, he would just quietly pad over to the front door and lie down as if to say, "Those crazy kids!" But when the two young boys wanted some love from the big fella, Charlie never moved away or left them alone. In his own discreet way, from his spot by the front door, he always made sure everything was running smoothly. And if not ... LOOK OUT! And Charlie would stay there, by that front door, until everybody was safely home for the night. Only then would he go to sleep. When my sister, and then I, left for college, it took him quite awhile to understand that it was OK to go to bed with us gone still. He used to go up north to our cottage in Northern Michigan with my parents every weekend and play in the water, teaching Buster and Lucky his famous "Stick Game", passing it on almost as a tradition. That's how I'll always remember Charlie ... playing in the waves with a big stick in his jaws and that silly grin on his face. Like I said, he was an awesome dog who we all love very much. We will never forget him.
February 17, 1999
Mom, Dad, Mandi, and me love you Tarlie!!! I hope God is taking good care of you and letting you play in the water! Buster and Lucky have become two really cool dogs, thanks to you. Take care sweetie.
My Nicolas - As a kitten, he was playful and endearing, as an adult, he was my love. If ever there was a love affair between a woman and her cat, this was it. Nic was big and powerful, which made his gentleness and affection so very special. A show cat, Nic and I traveled together many weekends with him asleep on my lap. He spent a year away from me but came home never to leave again. At home, he dominated his world and at night, he slept by my side. When Nic became sick, I knew our time had been much too short. We tried specialists, shots, medicines and finally we said "no more". And a few days later while I held him close, Nic died. I buried him in the flower garden and planted catnip nearby. And now, one year later, his memory still brings tears. Please wait for me, Nic, this side of the Rainbow Bridge.
Muffin Emmanuel (My Beloved Cat)
March 30,1985 - July 20,1998
Muffin was a good cat to my family. She was grey + white, and loved people. She died of Colon cancer last year. Muffin loved to play with her mouse toy. I still miss her these days, but she's with god now in pet heaven. She lived a good life to the end, and she will always be in my heart.
A MEMORIAL AND TRIBUTE TO MY FAITHFUL ZIGGY! YOUR LITTLE PAWS ALWAYS, WHENEVER SO COLD, I WOULD ALWAYS LOVE TO HOLD. YOU'D LAY ON YOUR BACK AND LOOK INTO MY EYES, AND I'D RUB YOUR BELLY AND THEN YOU WOULD SIGH. WHEN I EAT A SANDWICH, WHO WILL EAT ALL THE CRUST. WHO WILL BE MY SHADOW , CAUSE YOU FOLLOWED ME SO MUCH. I COULD NEVER LAY DOWN ON THE COUCH, WITHOUT YOU BEING THERE LAYED IN A SLOUCH. MEAGAN WILL MISS YOU LAYING WITH HER WHEN I WENT TO WORK, YOU WOULD ALWAYS GIVE HER A KISS AND A SLURP. SHAWN WILL MISS SEEING YOU EVERYDAY AFTER SCHOOL, AND HE KNOWS YOU THOUGHT HE WAS COOL. MARK WILL MISS YOU WHEN GETTING IN BED, BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS WOULD GROWL AT HIS GREAT BIG HEAD. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A FAITHFUL COMPANION AND FRIEND. YOU KNOW I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU IN THE END. YOU WILL SOON SEE MY MOM AND MY DAD, PLEASE TELL THEM I'LL TRY NOT TO BE SAD. I KNOW THEY WILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU, AND TELL THEM I MISS THEM LIKE I WILL MISS YOU. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME, EVEN YOU COULD NOT SEE. YOU KNEW WHERE I WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR SNOUT AND THAT IS WHY YOU ALWAYS SNIFFED ME OUT. YOU WERE THERE WHEN I WORRIED IF MY BABIES WOULD BE OK, AND WHEN I BROUGHT THEM HOME YOU SAID OH ! YEAH ! YOU COMFORTED ME THROUGH THE LOSS OF MY DAD AND HAVE BEEN THERE FOR ME, WHEN HAPPY OR SAD. I COULD TELL YOU MY VIRTURES AND VICES AND YOU ALWAYS RESPONDED WITH YOUR UNDERSTANDING SILENCE. IN YOUR YOUNGER YEARS YOU WOULD JUMP UP ONTO MY BED, AND IN THE OLDER YEARS YOU HAD TO BE LED. SO FAITHFULLY CURLED UP AT MY SIDE EVERY NIGHT, YOU WOULD NEVER LET ME OUT OF YOUR SIGHT. THE PITTER PATTER OF YOUR FEET ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR, I KNOW I WILL HEAR NEVER MORE. WHO WILL LICK MY LEGS WHEN I LAY DOWN, EVEN THOUGH WHEN YOU DID IT , I WOULD FROWN. I'VE HAD YOU FOR A LONG EIGHTEEN YEARS, AND WISH I COULD STOP ALL OF OUR TEARS. MEAGAN WOULD CARRY YOU TO THE DOOR, WHEN I CAME HOME FROM WORK, AND SAY "LOOK, ZIGGY, IT'S YOUR MOMMY" AND YOUR EARS THEY WOULD PERK.
I WILL LOVE AND MISS YOU FOREVER, SO WILL MARK, SHAWN, AND MEAGAN.
P.S. I CAN NEVER LAY DOWN ON THE COUCH WITHOUT YOU BEING AT MY FEET, I WILL MISS YOU, YOU WERE ALWAYS SO SWEET. LOVE, YOUR MOMMY, ROSE
Now 19, I sometimes remember my first dog, named Daisy after my friend Sam's dog. His Daisy was poisoned with lawn fertilizer for walking on his precious lawn. So when we got my dog, a chocolate lab from the pound, I thought it only right to rename the dog Daisy. Much as her name indicated, she was a very well-mannered dog and very sweet. My father and I would wrestle with her and do everything that people do with a beloved pet, a member of the family. However, when she reached maturity, she became rather aggressive towards all strangers-even those that she had been familiar with beforehand. She would growl, snap, and almost bite until the point when my father or I would have to forcefully restrain her. And, of course, she would not bite us-she loved us. But when it got too serious and she attacked the trainer, we were forced to put her to sleep at the premature age of one a half years old.
The hardest part about the entire ordeal was the fact that she was always perfectly calm and happy with us, even on the way to the veterinarian on Nov. 14, 1996.