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To Hunter 1997-1999:

My Hunter Bunter, you were my best friend. I had wanted a kitten so bad and you were the first one I found. When I first got you you acted as if you didn't love me....so aloof...so independent. But as time went on we grew to need each other. You were my little buddy.

When I came home that night and you were so sick and I was so scared...I thought it was all my fault...but it was worse, a blood clot that was slowly hurting you. I thought they would find that you swallowed something...but that wasn't the case. You left me two days later...way to soon...you were supposed to be with me for a long time, not the two short years that you were.

I know now that those two short years were a blessing, I never thought I would love you so much, but I do. And I know someone up there has a wonderful new friend...I'll be with you again someday! You'll always have a special place in my heart and I'll never ever forget the joy you brought to my life...

Until we can be together forever, I Love you, Bunter, and I'll always miss you!

Love "Mom"

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Bart
1984 - 1999


I got Bart from a man who lived in Waco, Kentucky. Bart was one of six puppies dropped by the man's house. I read about the puppies in the paper the day after Christmas and my father and I went to the man's house to check the puppies out. As soon as I got out of the car, the puppie who was to become my dog, my Bart, ran out of the garage and jumped up to lick my face. I thought I was getting a little beagle. Bart turned out to be a sixty pound fox hound mix. I was 29 years old. I named Bart after Bart Starr, Bartok and Bart Maverick.

Bart was my son, my child, then - after growing up bigger that I ever expected, my protector. He made me feel safe, living alone, a single female in the city. By the time he was thirteen, he had become my elderly relative who needed my protection. The dog who had yanked me around on his leash on his walks; the dog who had eaten the dashboard of my car and chewed my bedpost down to a nub; the dog who danced with me on many evenings when I was all alone, but not lonely because of him; the dog who smiled when he saw me or a mutual friend and looked ALL sad every day when I left for work; the dog who made it possible for me to walk around my neighborhood and in the nearby park without fear - even at 3:00 a.m.; the dog who inexplictly always left "presents" when we stayed at Tom's house; the dog who broke up fights among my cats; THE DOG WHO SMILED....about age thirteen he bacame someone I had to protect.

When Bart was fifteen, he died. The vet had told me two years prior that Bart had bone cancer and would die within six months. That Saturday morning two years later, even though Bart still could walk perfectly well with his bone cancer, when we went to the vet to see why Bart had become incontinent, the vet said he had prostate cancer. I made an appointment with a specialist for the next Tuesday. But the catheter the vet had tried to give Bart had evidently done something bad to Bart's tumor. When I got home that night after dinner and drinks and darts at my favorite bar, Bart was in a bad way.

I stayed up with my dog most of the night. At about 1:00 p.m. on Sunday, Bart died at the foot of my bed. He was only in a bad way for 24 hours or so but I will never forget the way he smiled at me the previous Saturdayafternoon or the sad look on his face when I went out to dinner that Saturday evening.

Bart - mi muey, muey buen pero, mi muey, muey buen nino (sorry if I misspelled the Spanish too badly) - I will always miss you.

Mariann Quinn
Cincinnati, Ohio

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NORM -- born 1978- died July 22, 1999

Norm came to our home as a stray -- a Siamese stray. He was wild and un-neutered, but a great talker and a great animal. We thought he must belong to someone as he was a beautiful sealpoint Siamese cat -- so Dan told Norm one night after he had been with us a few days that we would have a better chance finding out where he belonged if we knew his name. Well, just then Norm looked up and he said " NOOOORRRRMMMMM" in his loud Siamese voice. So that's how Normy told us his name. He lived with Dan and Trowby, Mark, Terry, Jamie and Kelly in Cohasset, Massachusetts and then with Trowby, Dan and Kelly in Barrington Hills and Lake Barrington,Illinois for nearly 20 years of his life. We never found out who Norm really belonged to but figured that he had chosen us and we were lucky that he had. Norm was a loving and lively companion who loved to catch mice in the countryside in his earlier years and to sit in the sun indoors in his later years and smell the outdoors. Norm had his share of adventures including being locked in a barn for a week in below zero weather and encountering a fox on our property (they both backed away). He was a sweet guy whose loud and insistent voice was heard around the world by customers and on ham radio. One person even thought we had a sheep in the house because his cry sounded like a sheep! Norm lent me his name to go online on aol -- Normcat is what I am known and I carry his name proudly and with love. We will miss Norm terribly in the years to come. I told him that we would see him by the Rainbow Bridge in heaven and not to forget. Love, always, Normy. You were a wonderful animal -- the very best animal--and I love you. Your Momcat, Trowby

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Miniture Schanzer
Megan Rita Crouch
Born 2-21-87 Passed away 7-19-99


Dear Megan,

Where ever you are we miss you alot, sorry I wasn't home when you departed. Things will not be the same around the house without you. May you be happy and peaceful until we meet again. I know the squirels miss you barking at them when you were outside. Simon misses you also (cat) You were one of the kids,my best!!!!!!!

Till we meet again,
Tammy Crouch

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Britney

When we got Britney I was several months pregnant with our fourth child. She was 3 years old and a mix between a chow and a dacshaund and we got her from the Humaine Society. I'll never forget that day...our then youngest daughter was about 14 or 15 months old. When we were taking the dog out for a walk to "check her out", our daughter does a belly flop on this poor dog's back! Because of my large size, I was not able to get to her quickly. But by the time I did get to her, she was pulling on the dog's ears and nose; and Britney was loving every minute of it! I just looked at the worker from the Humaine Society and said "we'll take her". We took her home and was quite shocked when she didn't even raise an ear when someone knocked on the door. I remember thinking "some great watch dog you will be. You'll just watch the person take everything out of the house." A month or two later, our fourth child was born. When we brought home our baby girl we were cautious (needlessly) about Britney possibly being jealous. I walked in and laid our daughter in her bassinet and watched closely while Britney sniffed at the new baby. Meanwhile, our neighbor saw that we had arrived and came over to see the new baby. He had been there many times before, but this time when he knocked on the door Britney charged the door. She was growling, snarling, her hair was standing straight up on the back of her neck! She was not going to let anyone come near "her baby". Through the years she saw good times and bad times (mostly bad) with us. I never had to worry about any one of the four children with her around. She was sweet and gentle and would never harm anyone, unless they tried to hurt one of "her children". Several years later she gave the ultimate price for one of "her children". We live out in the country on a dirt road that is not very smooth to say the least. That dreadful morning as Britney and my four children were on their way to the bus stop, a pick-up truck, that witnesses say was going at least 50-60 MPH; almost hit our baby girl (who by this time is almost 8 years old). Witnesses say that Britney nudged (or pushed) Martha out of the way of the speeding truck. The truck went over Britney, but caught her head on the axle. The driver of that truck never even slowed down, but left four children agonizing over their beloved friend. I quickly ran down there when I heard my children screaming. I found some wonderful caring people who had witnessed the entire event sitting on the dirt road comforting my children, and tending to a very hurt dog. I took her back home and thought we were lucky that she was alive. We later found out that she did have a concussion and had to be kept quiet. But there was no way to know for sure the extent of the damage. That very afternoon she "demanded" to go down to the bus stop to pick up "her children" as she normally did. We let her go and greet the children. With that, I was hopeful that all would be well. She was never quite the same, a little quieter now, not as playful with the children as before; but she was still our beloved Britney. About a month after the accident, she got worse. She started having brief periods where she quit breathing, and she was suffering badly. But I didn't realiz how badly it was until one afternoon when she didn't want to pick up "her children". The next day we did only what we felt we must for her. She gave us so much! After all, she saved our daughter's life! The least I could do was take her in to be put to sleep. We have had other dogs since, but none could or ever will take the place of our beloved Britney! Thank you Britney for giving us so much!

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Dearest Dizzy,

My little princess... It has been less than 48 hours since you have left us and I don't know how I can take the thought of never seeing you, holding and hugging you, playing with all of your toys- but especially the balls, riding in the car and sleeping at night with you again. I can't think of you in terms of "was", it hurts way too much. Dizzy was the most beautiful little black miniature dachshund that you have ever seen. But, it was her personality that stole my heart. Dizzy was the happiest dog I have ever known. As long as she was near someone she loved, she seemed to smile all day. You were so full of boundless energy, hopping around, "boxing" with the cat- sometimes winning, sometimes losing, trotting while I walked you so that everyone could see how cute you were. I could go on and on. You were my sweet baby and just knowing that you are gone will leave me with a huge broken heart for the rest of my life. In my 30 years, I have never loved an animal-or few people- as much as I have loved you in the brief two years that I have had the honor of knowing you. Dizzy, what I will miss the most is your unconditional love, all the time, never waivering. You were always so happy to see me, even wetting on the floor in excitement! You always made your cute little noises and wiggled around so fast. But I will never forget the time you ran across the yard in record speed, jumped through the tiniest hole in the fence and tried so desperately to climb up my leg- just to say let me know you were happy to see me!! I will miss you so bad. I already do. It hurts to get in the car that you loved to ride in. You were so beautiful, inside and out. I know you are chasing rabbits in Heaven, where you belong. Share your big heart with the others up there. I will never forget you or ever stop loving you. You were a privilige to know, Dizzy and I thank you for letting me love you. I hope to see you again and catch up on the kisses and hugs.

I love you,
Sissy

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IN OUR VERY FOND MEMORY: KIRBEE THE TENNESSEE PRINCE

KIRBEE , OUR MINITURE DASHOUND WAS KILLED TRAGIC IN A FIRE WHICH MY FAMILY LOST EVERY THING WE OWN , THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND WAS OUR PETS SOMETHING THAT CAN'T BE REPACED, WHEN WE LEARNED OF KIRBEE'S DEATH IT WAS VERY HARD ON ALL OF US, WE HAD LOST A LOVED ONE , WE WHERE SO GRIEF STRICTEN , WE LOVE HIM AND WILL ALWAYS MISS HIM, WE KNOW HE IS WITH THE ANGELS.SADLY MISSED BY YOUR FAMILY, MOMMIE(JOHNNA) ,DADDY(RICK), SISSY(BRITTNI), SISSY(COURTNI), YOUR DOG SISSY( KADEEE), DOG SISSY(SHAWTZI) YOUR ARE IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS OUR SWEETIE. WE LOVE AND MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

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ROCKY APRIL 1985 - JULY 1999

OUR WONDERFUL ORANGE TABBY ROCKY WILL BE REMEMBERED FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS AND OF THOSE WHO KNEW HIM. IN THIS 14 YEARS OF LOVING LIFE HE GAVE AFFECTION UNCONDITIONALLY. HE WAS SO HUMAN IN SO MANY WAYS. HE ALWAYS HAD TO SLEEP WITH HIS HEAD PROPPED UP ON A PILLOW OR AN ARM, HE TALKED CONSTANTLY, HE LOVED TO BE AROUND PEOPLE. HE ALWAYS LOVED STRANGERS, GREETING THEM AT THE DOOR WITH A BIG MEOW. HE WOULD COME INTO THE BATHROOM WHEN WE WERE SHOWERING AND ALWAYS BE READY TO LICK OUR LEGS DRY. HE FETCHED BALLS OR ANYTHING WE THREW. HE WAITED UNTIL WE SAT DOWN TO DINNER TO START HIS MEAL AS WELL. HE FOUGHT JUST LIKE ROCKY TO STAY WITH US DURING HIS BATTLE WITH CRF FOR TWO YEARS HE ONLY REALLY SUFFERED LAST WEEK WHEN HE TOOK A QUICK TURN DOWNHILL AND WE HAD TO SEND HIM ON TO THE PAINFREE WORLD. ROCKY YOU WERE ONE OF A KIND KITTY AND WE WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER

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DAVID and GOLIATH

Two Lives so young released to Heaven.
Left on Earth we wonder "WHY?"
But some are sent among us briefly
Some have Spirits meant to fly

David and Goliath, though I never had the pleasure of meeting you I know how much you meant to Stephan. When you get to "Doggie Heaven" you will find a big black and white Alaskan Malamute waiting for you. His name is "Vinson" and I have told him to be expecting you. Take care of each other and know that some day the 3 of you shall stand at mine and Stephan's side.

With Love...KAT

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Sugar

My old tabby cat, Sugar died this morning. She was 23 years old. She died after only a short illness, and spent most of those many, many years happy, healthy and bossy.

I could write volumes about this particular cat. I have owned many cats in my life, but this cat.... well, i always had the sense that she had a very old soul.

She was the best! As i told her, as i held her in my arms the last couple of hours of her life, "Man, you should be proud,'cause of all the cats I've ever known, you are THE cat." She was also nice enough to endulge me in letting me sing the University of Texas School and Fight songs to her incessently until she began those final steps to the end.

Those of us here in this home are not certain how day-to-day life is going to continue here, and, actually are at a loss to figure out how the world can continue turning at all. But we all have enough experience with life to know that it will go on.

To my Sugar: You were just a joy. Don't forget we love you, and we'll see you soon.

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Matthias 930301-950726 (Cat) Oscar 930301-970901 (Cat) Irba 881001-980906 (Labrador Retriver) Sixten 900930-990628 and Pricken 740523-901101 (Cat)

To our fine 3 cats Matthias, Oscar, Pricken and Sixten and to our beloved dog Irba, we hope you have a nice time in petheaven. We miss you so, but we realise that heaven now have those 5 little angels who we once had.

Today I went out looking for you Sixten, my beloved friend, I saw you by the side of the road. I picked you up and we went home. You were so cold, so stiff. Where was my beloved cat, who I took home only six weeks old widhout my mom and dads promission. You were so sweet, you never hurted anyone, you were there to comfort me when I was sad. We had 9 years together you and me. Those years I will never forget.

One mayafternoon my mom came home with the little cat twins. One was black and one was grey. I think you had a little russian blue in you. Matthias dissapeard 26 juli 1995, we never found him. My little Oscar got sick of sadness. He got surgery and lived an happy life for another two years. One afternoon we got a phone call, they had found him by the side of the road.

Irba, our beloved dog. You were a child of this family, you took my place when I was growing up, you were always there. It was you and daddy, you were a team. Then you got sick, and we was forced to put you to sleep. That is something we never woant to do again.

Pricken, my first cat. You lived for a long time. We miss you!

I know you are up there somewhere, in pet heaven I hope. Someday we will meet again, but I know you are together, playing, fighting, eating all that good food, and just are happy. I will never forget you. The days we lost you are the worst days of our lives. Sixten, I hope you have found your boys and your best friend Irba, We will take care of your catfamily who are here. I hope you are happy guys!

With love Anna

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Raider 1990-1999

I'm twelve years old, although ever since I can remember I had a dog named "Raider." He wasn't the flea dog types or the grand champian dog. He was a pure bred Great dane. He was very beautiful, but we got him when I was 3 years old. So for nine years he seemed like a part of the family. It has been a known fact that danes don't last but six years, but Raider was different. He stayed with my family for three more years. He has had some heart problems for about two years. Which meant TONS of money for medicine, but he was worth it. For some reason Raider and I have had a special bond with me. Like he didn't want any thing to happen to me. One night, April 13,1999 we let Ray out so he could go potty, but after a while he had been out for way to long so I went outside w/ my sister and callled his name, but he never responded to our call. We finally went in the way back yard and looked, but since it was dark you couldn't see well, but I heard is collar rattle. I found him laying down, and he wouldn't get up. My mom tried and finnaly got him to get up. His whole chest was puffed out so my mom figured he bloated. So we rushed him to the vet, and the vet said there was nothing he could do. Raider had a tumor on his liver half the size of a beach ball. There was no other choice but to put him out of his misery. The only thing I could do was kiss his heart and say, "I love you woofy dog" (his nick name). And till this day I still say, "He LIVED for us!"

by: Sarah GLynn

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Dear Alex,

You've been gone for 45 days now. These past 45 days have been the hardest I've experienced so far in my life. I love you so much. I miss you! I think of you all the time. I get home every night and I look around just as I did when you were there. I know too that you woke up from your beauty sleep every night when you heard me pulling up in the drive way and anxiously waited for me to call for you once I entered the house. I never got anything done for at least the first hour I got home because we always hung out, just you and I. Everyday I looked forward to seeing my best friend when I got home and if Randy or someone else let you out that would just tick me off because I missed you and I wanted to see you. There are so many things I loved about you. How can I say them without crying?.....Your eyes, your cute nose, your clean white teeth, your little paws......and........and.....I can close my eyes and still picture you right in my arms. I know exactly the way you look, I can still smell you. You were the neatest little cat. You hated being dirty and you maintained yourself so good. Always looking sharp! Instead of drinking your milk like other cats you always dipped in your paw in your milk and then lick the milk off your paw. No one believed me until they saw it.There's so much I can say about you.... Funny how you knew when I was upset. You were always around. I had the privelege of living with you for 4 years. I adopted you on February 12, 1995 when you were 1 1/2 years old. On May 3rd, 1999 you disapeared. I have looked for you. I put signs up around the neighborhood, I still call the pounds and shelters every other day and I still have an AD in the paper for you. I want you back so bad! No other cat or animal could ever mean more to me than you my Precious Alex. Wherever you might be, I'll never forget you. You will forever live in my heart. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.................

Mommy
(Glaucia Knox)

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For Tiggy--

My beautiful tiger cat, only with us for 2 years and 6 days, was taken from this world by a car.

We live downtown and let her out the bedroom window onto the rooftop to get fresh air everyday. The more she went out the more she longed to go out. My husband said it was inevitable that something would happen.

It's only a matter of time. But still, we allowed her to go. She stayed on the roof without wandering. She only got down twice in 2 years. Once she stayed away for 2 days, then just 2 weeks ago she got down and crossed the street. We later found her stuck op a tree across the street. The neighbor said she was up there all day, she heard her meowing, but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Then only a week later, my Tiggy would cross the street for the last time. After her and Jimmy shared a can or sardines with crackers that night, he let her out. I awoke in the morning with my husband saying "Tiggy got down again and didn't come home". So I went to the front window to see if she had crossed the street and was out wandering. There she lay on the side of the street. My heart broke at that moment. I was praying in my mind that she was sleeping, but really knew that she wasn't. We buried her at my parents house under a tree with her toys and a blanket. I carved her name in the tree.

This was the first animal I lost and i am heart broken. Finding it hard to cope. We got another kitty, but it's not the same! Nothing will ever be the same!

I love you Tiggy! Your in my heart forever!

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Mighty Joe Toto

Mighty Joe Toto became a part of our family in the summer of 1984. He past away at 2:30 in the morning Memorial Day 1999. He was my "Little Bubba." No dog alive loved to go Bye-Bye like Toadie Joe. This little dog was also quite amazing at seaking out beef jerkey anytime it was in the house. He was a great foot warmer, friend and companion. Toto was afraid of nothing. He would risk his life for ours no matter how big the opponent. My little friend was with me through the good times and the bad, always with a wagging tail, ready to listen to my every word. He loved nothing more than a good ear scratching. His entire world centered around his family. He was just in awe of our every move. In his younger years he was quite the guard dog. He proteced the pool area from any might-be intruders. He was also a great mouse catcher. I loved and still love this little guy with all my heart. I just thank God for the opportunity to call him my "Little Bubba."

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Wrinkles: 1990-1999

Wrinkles: 1990-1999: Let me tell you about Wrinkles--I met him at the animal shelter in Sept. of 1994. I am sorry to say that words do not express the loss I feel for Wrinkles. I only hope in my dream of dreams that we will meet again and continue our happy life together. You are buried where I can see you every day--just like you wanted. We loved each other. I will never find someone like you again--but if you go to heaven, hopefully I'll see you there. Wrinkles you never left my side. I look for you every day--then I remember you passed away. The only comfort I get is that I was with you when you died--we looked into each other's eyes and understood what was happeneing-I hugged you and you were gone.

I love you,
Kathy

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Shasta

To my BEST FRIEND, Shasta,

Although you were the best thing that came along in my life in a long time, you believed everyone was a threat to me and tried everything in your power to protect me. I know this was the only reason you growled or at times, nipped at people. In my eyes, you will never be replaced by any other animal but for the children's sakes, we will try again. You were adopted and so we have no idea what you went through the first 10 months of your life. I just don't understand why you decided to start to bite after we had you for 4 months. We certainly did NOT abuse you!!!

So I personally believe it was the first months of your life that lead you to misbehave and you have shown nothing but true love and loyalty for the 10 months that we had you!

Obedience classes were certainly not the answer as you were the smartest dog I've ever known. So to you, on this day, June 1st, 1999, I let you go in peace and want you to know you will always be the love of my life. Thank you for the love you have given me Shasta and hope I will some day meet with you again.

Rest in peace my sweet little girl!
LOVE FOREVER-Gaye

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