Captain Mowser '99-'00
Mow was no ordinary cat and a very special part of our life. Although we only had a short time with him, we will remember him always. The way he would playfully bite our ankles as we walked by,curl up on our chest or bed to go to sleep, wake us up in the morning when he needed to go out or was hungry, scratch up the dining room chairs but most of all the way he would just always be there when we got home to hold, hug, and kiss. We are grateful to have had such a cat as Mow. He is deeply missed and loved forever!
R.I.P. Mowser boy
We LOVE and MISS YOU!
PSYCHOS (pronounced Seekos)
It’s so hard to say goodbye to you, Psychos! You were a part of our family, and we miss you so much. Taking care of you in the end taught me patience and a deeper compassion – you were a noble beast. We’ll never forget how you loved to creep up on our bed in the middle of the night and flop down right on top of the pillow, smothering us, pawing at the pillow and using your teeth to pry your claws out since you could no longer retract them. We always knew where you were because we could hear you click-click-clicking down the hallway. You were such a clever feline, Psychos – you recognized your name, and you’d always twitch your ears and turn your head whenever you heard it spoken. And when we tried to use the computer, you’d lie like a heavy weight on the hand that was controlling the mouse, and if we tried to move it, you’d protest vehemently, growling and hissing. You loved to be held, and were never shy to demand affection. Your purr was like a diesel engine. Your pure, absolute love of being hugged was a source of wonder for us. You were always willing to cuddle - you let us squeeze you, wrap our legs around you, dig our fingers in your warm fur – and you loved every minute of it! We often joked that you were a hunchbacked, cantankerous, stubborn old beast that could never possibly have been a kitten – that you were surely hatched out of a pod, but you brought us such comfort and love! I think I’m speaking for all of us when I say that saying goodbye to you has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Your nine lives were running out, though – you survived being hit by a car and dragged yourself to the front porch at Michel’s, you got lost in the back alley on Park Avenue, you spent two summers on David’s farm, you shared so many student apartments with other cats (that you completely dominated, of course). No one can say that you weren’t an adaptable creature. As I moved from place to place over the years, I always felt that wherever you were, was home to me. Your nineteen years spent on this earth were rich, full, and memorable – your extraordinary fiery spirit carried you through. You certainly touched many lives, Psychos. May you be at peace now, kitty cat. I know that wherever you are, waiting for us, it will feel like home when we get there, because of you.
Angela, Ken, Tara, and all who knew him...
My dear Nelly Princess Jasmine,
I thank you for the years we had. I thank God for having you. You had the courage to recover, to face your fear of people who had treated you so badly before I found you. Through love and respect with patience your soul recovered, but your body never did. I did what I could, but it was time for you to go and be free from pain. You taught me so much about love and trust and made me a little better person. I still feel your silky tail brush my leg under the dinner table, you loved smoked turkey. Run the heavenly green fields chasing butterflies in the sunshine. I know you are totally okay now. Always in my heart, my black cat-princess.
Your Earth Mother
Roxie "Noogies" Smith (Miniture Pinscher)
Our family adopted Roxie when she was six years old. Her family was traveling a lot and wanted her to go to a good home. She was well trained, intelligent and extremely lovable. She instantly became part of the family rather than just a pet. Everyone who met Roxie loved her. She had a wonderful "personality". Although she was only with us a short time, we miss her terribly. She was the 1st animal my husband ever allowed to live in the house. They became fast friends, hence the nickname Noogies. One Saturday afternoon I took a break from the computer to answer the phone. While on the phone I went outside to strech my legs and of course Roxie wanted to go outside too. While I wasn't paying attention, Roxie wondered out to the road, looking for something to eat no doubt. When I looked up, I saw my sweet little love puppy get hit by a truck. She died instantly. This is my way of saying Goodbye. Wherever you are, I hope you have plenty to eat(that was her favorite thing to do)and that you are sitting on someone's lap getting all the love you can handle.
From your original family and your adopted family:
We love you Roxie!!! We miss you with all our hearts. We think of you everyday! Sleep well, my friend.
Love, Tracy, Danny, Chloe, Karen, Annette, Reid, and Richard
Heisman 1985 - 2000
To my Biggamus Puggamus dog, the love of my life. I took your life on Tuesday, September 12, 2000 at 8:45am. Although we discussed this a lot over the past year, I didn't realize the impact your loss would have on my life. You were gone in an instant, at peace finally after your struggle with heart failure, cancer over the past two years. I will pick up your remains on Friday, and I don't know what I will do without you. I hope you find Courtney Pug, Baron the Schnauz, Mara the Giant Schnauz and Talia the Dane. And then there's Rocky the dachshund who will be bossing y'all around.
I wrote a lot of epitaph messages, here they are for the record:
My bestest dude
My biggamus puggamus
Friend of Talia, Mara and Baron.
You haven't lived till you've been owned by a Pug.
Goodbye my only child, rest.
The irish blessing: May your pockets be heavy
and your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sunshine be warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And, until we meet again,
May God Hold You In The Palm of His Hand.
That's a Big Pug. You changed my life forever, and I miss you so much. Your momma - Melinda
They say when you die and go to Heaven all the dogs and cats you've ever had in your life come running to meet you. Until that day, rest in peace. by Kinky Friedman
There are not enough words in any language for us to tell you how much you meant to us. You were a loyal friend, brother and son. You will never be forgotten. Go and chase those mousies in Heaven with your sister Kate. Muggins, your brother, two sisters and we love you with all of our hearts. We will love you forever.
Chris and Edith
Our little tresure we got from the fair. You did not stay little very long and you never knew you were a cat. The four years we had you, you gave us so much joy and love, your constant kisses and special hugs that I never knew cats could do. You were always so healthy and happy, we could not believe it when you got sick.
You were an indoor cat, never contacting the outdoors. So how did you get feline aids? We will never know, butwe will never forget your crosseyed smiles either. In the last days of you life, we gave you the outdoors, so I pray that in heaven you have all the feilds you want and all the birds to chase and never catch you can handle. Missisippi and Montana miss you, they still search the house for you. When your mom held you and the doctor helped you off to sleep, it was a very happy and sad day, your pain was gone and you were gone. But buddy, we will see you again, I know we will. And bud, give a little tug on peoples heart strings to support this place, okay? You know why we can not, tell them to ask, please. We will all be together one day little buddy. We love you!
Joe and Darcy
The day before i lefted to go back home I cryed alot somehow sensing that you would die soon. I, as everyone else, have missed your protective presence and good company. The day i selected you from that litter of pups and brought you home i tried to treat and nuture you like a human child. Some people consider their pets like their children and you were definitely one of the Family. You gave us some of the best years of our lives. We miss you alot.
LUCKY (MAX DAVIS)
IN LOVING MEMORY OF LUCKY (MAX DAVIS) OUR LUCKY BOY... LUCKY, OUR BEAUTIFFUL GERMAN SHEPARD, DIED INSTANTLY ON TUESDAY AUGUST 8, 2000 AFTER BEING STRUCK BY A VAN. LUCKY SLID OUT OF HIS COLLAR WHILE DADDY WAS CUTTING THE LAWN. I RETURNED HOME TO SEE LUCKY LYING LIFELESS IN THE BACK OF MY BOYFRIEND'S TRUCK. I COULD NOT BELIEVE HE WAS GONE; HE LOOKED SO PEACEFUL... LIKE HE WAS SLEEPING. BUT THE HEARTBREAK WAS REAL AND TEARS FLOWED FREELY AS WE ALL SAID GOODBYE TO OUR DEVOTED AND DEEPLY LOVED COMPANION. LUCKY WASN'T JUST A DOG, HE WAS A BIG PART OF OUR FAMILY. MY 18 YEAR OLD SON MATTHEW PASSED AWAY AFTER A SELF INFLICTED GUN-SHOT WOUND IN MARCH OF 1997. EVERYONE IN OUR FAMILY FELT LOST AND EMPTY, AND MY DEPRESSION SEEMED HOPELESS. ON SAINT PATRICKS' DAY OF THIS YEAR I FELT AN IMPULSE TO GO TO THE CEMETARY THAT I COULD NOT IGNORE. IT WAS RAINY AND COLD AND SOON TO BE GETTING DARK. I LEFT MY CAR DOOR OPEN, LEFT A ROSE ON MY SONS GRAVE, AND DISCOVERED A GREAT BIG DOG IN THE BACK SEAT OF MY CAR, AND HE MADE IT CLEAR HE WAS NOT COMING OUT. AFTER 5 DAYS HE WAS REUNITED WITH HIS OWNER, I CRIED, BUT IN MY HEART I KNEW HE'D BE BACK. IN THREE DAYS HE WAS:) AND HE WAS RENAMED LUCKY AND HE WAS LOVING AND HE WAS LOVED AND I NOW KNOW THAT GOD OR MY LATE SON, OR SOME DIVINE INTERVENTION IS WHY LUCKY PICKED ME THAT CHILLY DAY IN MARCH. HE HELPED ME HEAL, HE HELPED ME OUT OF THE TRENCHES OF DESPAIR AND DEPRESSTON. BECAUSE OF LUCKY I WAS SMILING AGAIN, MY SOUL WAS HAPPY AGAIN, I LOVED AGAIN WITHOUT HESITATION, AND I LEARNED I WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO DO WHAT GOD HAD PLANNED FOR ME TO DO... ALL BECAUSE OF A 110# TAN SHEPARD. IN LUCKY'S EYES I SAW AND FELT UNCONDITIONAL LOVE... I SAW MY PAST,MY PRESENT,AND MY FUTURE...I COULD FEEL AGAIN AT LONG LAST.I AM THANKFUL LUCKY CAME INTO OUR LIVES; I AM THANKFUL HE PASSED AS SOON AS HE WAS HIT BY THAT VAN, AND THAT MY BOYFRIEND AND 12 YEAR OLD SON WERE THERE WITH HIM AS HE LEFT FOR HEAVEN. HE WAS NOT ALONE. HE DIED AS HE LIVED; LOVED. LOVED WITH ALL OF OUR HEARTS AND SOULS... I MISS LUCKY TERRIBLY, AS EVERYONE DOES, BUT I REALIZE HOW "LUCKY" WE WERE TO HAVE HIM IN OUR LIVES, OUR HEARTS; OUR SOULS. HE WAS A ONE IN A MILLION, A TRUE ANGEL ON EARTH. LUCKY WILL LIVE ON IN OUR HEARTS AND I FIND COMFORT KNOWING HE IS ALWAYS JUST A THOUGHT AWAY... I LOVE YOU LUCKY BOY; TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER... LOVE, MOMMA, DADDY, AND BRIAN. "MY LUCKY BOY; RUNNING IN HEAVEN" AND "LOOKING AFTER MATTHEW" DEEPLY MISSED, MOMMA
My little girl is gone.
Teddy bear fur,
My little girl is gone.
My little girl is gone.
Pretty pink nose,
Twenty white toes….
My little girl is gone.
Roll in the sun,
Frolick and run….
My little girl is gone.
A favorite place,
A wonderful face….
My little girl is gone.
Tears I let….
My little girl is gone.
Spooky September 28, 1999 - August 2, 2000
Spooky we will miss you very much. I know life is not fair. We had a lot of laughs with you. You were such a wild kitten , but you did start to calm down. How you loved to play with q-tips and drank water out of the bathroom cup. Each night you would take turns sleeping with the kids. They will miss you and so will I. Kymba, mufyns, sylvester and gizmo will take good care of you. Tell them I miss them a lot and I still love them. I hope your happy where you are. I love you very much. good-bye for now. We will meet again in the future.
Because this sweet kitty was orphaned twice she learned to be a people pleaser. Jenny was all white, odd eyed (one green and one blue) and was deaf. She kept her white clothes very clean and her ears quite pink. Jenny's slightest wish was her obedient servant's desire because Jenny repaid them with loud purrs and a warm body on cold feet in winter! When her man was in his studio she watched from her box and wherever her lady sat she curled up on her lap.
Jenny knows that a happy memory never wears out. She will be missed by all who knew her over her long happy life.
Booger Nov.26,1986 - July 8, 2000
I'll never forget that Thanksgiving morning you were born. You were just a little curly black ball of fur, part Poodle & Scottish Terrier. You barely filled my hand when I picked you up.
Six weeks later you would be mine, and for 14 more years to come. Oh how you filled my life with joy and companionship. All the times I thought I was alone. How foolish of me. When I think back on all those years now. You were always there for me when no one else was.
I remember how you lay your head on my shoulder and slept when you were a little puppy. You wouldn't go to sleep any other way until you were almost three.
I remember how the thunder from a storm scared you soo much.
I remember how you loved your "snausage" treats. And chicken, popcorn and cheese to. If only you hadn't been such a good and quiet dog, I may not have over indulged you with too many special rewards. I realize now your over-weight problem led to difficulty in breathing and pressure on your kidneys. Please forgive me Booger.
I remember your stock pile of toys in the corner of the living room. Your stuffed teddy bear, squeak alligator and possum. Your rubber chew ring and tennis ball. You were always soo neat in putting them back in their pile in the corner when you finished playing. Heaven help someone should move them from their order.
I remember soo many wonderful things, yet its only been just a few weeks since you went to sleep. Oh how can the sound of total silence be so loud.
The arthritis in your back legs must have become terribly painful for you. I could see it in the way you moved soo slowly. It hurt me to see you try to walk.
And then the bleeding began. I took you to the Vet and he treated you with injections of antibiotics and pain medication but after three days the bleeding only became worse. You hadn't eaten for seven days by now. I took you back to the Vet and the blood tests that he did showed that your kidneys were failing you rapidly. He felt you might do okay for a couple of days before you took a turn for the worse. I only wanted to spend one last day with just the two of us so I took you home. By morning you could not stand on your crippled legs alone without me to hold you up. I knew then that it was time to let you go.
You were my companion and my best friend. You were my Rock of Gibraltar and my shoulder to cry on. You were my shadow when I walked and my foot warmer when I slept.
You were unyieldingly faithful, loyal and forgiving. You asked for nothing, yet gave soo much. You were my baby.
Such a companion comes but once in a lifetime.
I'll never forget. I'll never let go.
Rest peacefully my sweet baby. Daddy will always love you.
Gordon Sabbo (1993-2000)
Enjoy your eternal walk. We will miss you and we will never forget you. It will never be quite the same without you.
Love from Jasiek, Pancia, Dorota, Anka and Stephen
He was the cat that most inspired my life.
And his death was like a cruel sharp knife.
Always by my side with friendly eyes
So calm as a Persian cat should be
He made sweet my worst days
Forever in my heart he will be!
Our Boy, Cry Cry
Cry, what can we say; it's been a year and ten days since you left us, and we still spend every day trying to deal with the pain, bitterness, rage and unfairness of your accident. You were snatched away from us so violently, and we as yet cannot extract any meaning from it. We see cats every day up and down this road with nothing to live for; strays beaten and abused and yelled at-- being bred for no reason and with no hope for a good life. We help when we can and take some to the pound if possible, but still they come. Every day we have to hear our neighbors yelling at their cats, and we wonder, "why are there so many cats left living in hell when our cherished, doted-on, adored boy was taken from his happy home?" We don't understand, Cry. Not a day goes by that we don't talk about you, that we don't miss your unique ways. . . We remember how you came to us a sick, abused, emaciated kitten; crawling with fleas, ribs and backbone sticking out, tail broken in 2 places, barely able to stand up to eat the food I gave you, but breaking my heart how you managed to get in the ferret's litter pan so as not to go on the floor-- I'll never forget that sight if I live forever: a tiny, wrecked little kitten sitting in that pan with his scrawny back to me, trying to "go". My boyfriend, bona-fide cat-hater that he was, demanded I get rid of you-- no cat had ever lived in this house and never would. I couldn't find you a place to live, and within 3 days you had changed his mind completely. Cry, you single-handedly changed your Dad into a cat-lover, and that was no small task.
We gave you a noble name-- DiMaggio, after a noble man-- but as seems to be the tradition in this house, you made your own name, and became our Cry Cry, after your incessent demands at 5:00 each morning, telling us all to WAKE UP AND GET OUT OF BED, I SAY!! You made your presence known in this house, our Cry-Pants, Whine-Whine, or your Native American name, Cries Too Much. No one could believe the beautiful, outstanding cat you became, your spotted leopard coat the envy of everyone. Cry, we doted on you. We couldn't walk into the room or pass you without making some silly little inane comment about you and how we loved you or soemthing. Everyone was shocked at how you could really talk. (Except the ones who never heard you-- they all thought we were crazy when we mentioned our "talking cat", smiling and nodding their head at us the way they'd look at someone who said they'd been abducted by aliens.) But could you ever talk, and I still remember your response when I told you that you were going to have to learn to live with the ferret and would become great friends, your eyes glaring up at me: "Ho-ho, no!!"
You loved the outdoors, and Dad used to call you the Great White Hunter, even though you weren't white. You could spend all day outside, coming in only to refuel and give love, running in the door with your tail straight up and your signature greeting, "Hi??" You loved giving love to the face, jumping up on the snack bar to rub your face on each side of our mouths, giving love so hard your teeth and gums would scrape us. We knew you were "scenting" us, marking us as yours.
We took in a sister for you, Kenya, and you tolerated her kittenish ways with good grace, knowing we wanted you to. She certainly acted like quite a little stink, always pushing you off the coveted perch area, even though you were bigger and could have won the battle easily. Even when fully grown, she still acted the part of the bratty baby, but you were always so good to little sister.
Then one night you didn't come home, and I called and called for you in the dark, not knowing you'd been run over by a hit and run driver, lying mere feet away from where I was standing on the porch, unable to answer me. You'd crawled from the road to the side of the garage, in shock, with a shattered pelvis and your beautiful tail snapped clean off from the base. The next morning Dad found you lying there, and rushed you to the vet. After 3 days of the Dr's reluctance to do anything but put you to sleep and be done with it, we transferred you to a vet who WOULD help, but by now you were wracked with fever and infection, and after the surgery, you died.
Cry, I felt your presence that morning as we buried you under the lilac tree you loved to lie under. I so strongly felt you looking down at Dad and Mom from somewhere close, watching as Dad dug your grave and I knelt on the ground and read the eulogy I'd written, as we sobbed with grief and loss, stumbling across the yard to put the shovel back, barely able to see for the tears, then as Dad left for work, pulling out of the driveway crying, me entering the house crying, both of us in our own world of pain over one cat.
For two weeks I sat on the ground near your tree each night, crying and asking for you please to give me a sign that you were someplace safe, and then one night. . . I was thinking about a physicist who said animals live on somehow after death, that energy cannot be created or destroyed, like when stars form, and just as I thought this there was a shooting star. I whispered into the night sky, knowing how crazy I sounded, "Cry, was that you?" and instantly there was another. I laughed like a child in awe at this, and though I never told too many people about it, knowing how far-fetched it sounds-- Cry, you and I know it happened. Thank you.
Cry, now Fer and Coo are up there with you-- watch over them please, and know that we were so lucky to have had you for three short years.
Mom, Dad, Brandon, Little Sister, & Brown
I remebered when we first brought you home. You were so little and cute. I wish you were still here. I wanted you to be here when I got older. But, you can't. When I heard you were dead, I just bursted into tears. Friski, Gin and the rest of the family will miss you.
REST IN PEACE!
Marilyn & Family
Happy Surratt's Eulogy (1986-2000)
Dear Lord, we lay to rest here today one of Your most faithful creatures, Happy Surratt. He was truly a loving entity. He wasn't perfect, nor are we, but his loyalty was profound. We praise You for sending him to my mother and I during difficult times. It surely was Your Will that he found his way to the animal shelter on a snowy winter day in December, 1986. It was also Your Hand of Providence that guided my mother and I to adopt the "runt" of the litter. We chose the name Happy because he was indeed happy, thankful for the home and love he had been given by You. We, too, were thankful at being blessed by Your giving us such a fine dog. His first love was his daddy, Boots, whom he adored. He remained a constant and loving companion during his battle with Alzheimer's. Even though his daddy soon no longer recognized him, Happy never ceased loving his daddy. Then his daddy went away. Happy then chose to love his mother with all his heart, who herself became mortally ill with cancer. Lord, bless his heart, for he would lay his little head nightly on her pillow as she said her prayers asking You for strength, hope, and forgiveness. He would kiss her good night, and then lay at her side perhaps wondering why she could no longer walk and hold him lovingly in her arms. Yet, he remained faithful. Then, his mother, whom he worshipped, went away. He then was left with his four brothers, Steve, Neil, Mac, and Buck. He moved to the country and was frightened at first. He was a loving brother to his bigger brothers, Mac and Buck. And he grew to love Neil, who in turn grew to love him as his own, and for this we are thankful, Oh Lord. As he grew older he enjoyed laying on an old but comfortable couch looking out over a pasture full of cows to pass the time, surely longing for happier days and an inner peace, as we do too, Lord. Happy always loved all of Your creatures; he would first sniff, then kiss. Any visitor he always greeted with a smile and a wagging tail, for he was happy and unfailing to extend unmerited love, just as You do, Oh Lord. Then Mac and Buck left. He searched and searched, but to no avail. He could not understand why his brothers ran away, for he had taught them so very well. He cried and mourned for them, yet he remained faithful. Now in declining health, slowly losing his hearing, and the once beautiful twinkle in his eyes now but a shadowy reflection, he nevertheless remained faithful, truly faithful, for he could no longer see nor hear. But in his heart he knew he was still loved, just as we know in our hearts that we are still loved, even when we cannot see or hear you, Oh Lord. And for this we praise You. Happy is at peace now, though not forgotten. While Your Word does not indicate that Your creatures can join You in Eternity, we Praise You for blessing us with Happy. He gave us his all, underwent many trials and tribulations, and yet he remained faithful and endured. All he ever asked for was a Beggin Bacon strip, and we thank You for meeting his needs through us. Be Thee assured, we recognize the lessons You taught us about Your love and our faith through Your humble creation, Happy, and we praise You for it, Oh Lord. Amen.
Steven Charles Surratt
I believe 14 years ago no one in our family realized what we where getting into when we purchased the "runt" of the litter. Being a small dog with a big attitude we knew you needed a unique name, so your daddy named you Benny.
There is really no way of summarizing what you meant to our family, but the memories you left with us are countless. I remember the way you use to run away and hide from your mommy when it was time for a bath or getting your ears squirted. I remember when daddy use to wake you up every morning to go outside - and how you use to bark at him every night at "ice cream time".
I remember when you use to play in Jessie's hair when you were little, thinking it was "a toy".
I remember when Jas would bring you Beggin Strips, and how excited you were when you smelled the bacon through the bag. I remember when you use to sleep with me every night. You always knew to wait at the end of the bed until I was under the covers. And you always slept near the door, since daddy woke you up at 5:00am, to "get cuttin" outside.
We remember Christmas morning, when you were a little monster attacking all the wrapping paper. Christmas just won't be the same anymore.
We remember having bad days, and we always knew you would be there to listen to us and cheer us up.
But what we'll miss about you the most is the greeting you always gave us at the door, and how you always had a toy for us - whether it was the dumbhead, Mr. Rabbit, the clear bone, or the ball. You were always happy to see us.
We all hope you like your new home, you are still in charge of barking at other dogs walking by and guarding the house. We all miss you extremely, and we know you are in a better place. If only there was time for one more walk, one more ride, one more beg.
You will always be in our hearts,
Mommy, Daddy, and all the kids.
Beloved Daughter, Mother, and Friend. She had been in my life for 6 years. Always waiting on me when I got home. She had her own pillow on my bed, and cuddled with me through the night. She just died last night (6/22/00), and I couldn't hardly sleep with out her You see, she was pregnant and was in labor all day and when her first puppy came it was extremely underdeveloped. So i began to get worried, and I called the Vet. He wanted to do a C-section emmediatly. she had the surgury and then was spade. Everything went fine, but she had a heart attack when the surgury was over. I put her little lifeless body at my fathers house where i know she'll be happy and safe. I told God last night that she makes a great friend, but in the morning if you don't let her out she'll leave you a surprize infront of your favorite chair in the living room. Pebbles I will always love you and think about you. You were my heart and very Best Friend. I will think about you always "SPIDER MONKEY".
Here is our baby so cut so young she why did she have to go. We will never forget here nor forsake for Fila was and always will be our baby. I know you are well taken care of because now you are in God's Hands, and I know you are well taken care of. Fila we love you with all of our heart ,soul, minds and bodies and you will be in our hearts forever.
Love You Fila,
Your Mama Sonia-and Papa Chuck
Sasha our beloved, we miss you so much. We are so grateful for the time we had with you, and we know now we must share you with God. We vow to, in your name, let everyone in our lives know how important they are to us--because now more than ever, we know how precious life is. You taught us to be in the moment, love unconditionally, and never take anyone for granted. We pray and hope that the terrible pain that we have now will subside, and that we will continue to give love to yet another 4 legged friend of your, in many ways, superior species. Words cannot say how we feel, how we hurt, how glad we are to have known you. Beautiful on the inside and out, we will keep you in our hearts and minds forever.
Your Mommy and Daddy,
Bruce and Glynda
JUNE 10, 1998 I BURIED THE LAST REMNENT OF MY SON'S BOYHOOD, HER NAME WAS "CANDY". SHE WAS THE BELOVED COON HOUND OF MY SON, WILL BURNS. WILL PURCHASED HER WHEN HE WAS 10 YRS. OLD AND IN THE 5TH GRADE. WILL IS NOW 22 YRS OLD AND A MEMBER OF THE UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS, STATIONED AT NEW RIVER, NC. CANDY WAS NAMED AFTER ONE OF MY SON'S OLD GIRLFRIENDS WHEN HE WAS IN THE 5TH GRADE. THAT MADE HER 10 YRS OLD, GIVE OR TAKE A MONTH OR TWO. SHE WAS A CROSS BETWEEN A REDBONE HOUND AND A BLACK AND TAN HOUND. EVEN THOUGH THIS MADE HER A GRADE DOG SHE WAS SECOND TO NO DOG AT WHAT SHE DID BEST AND THAT WAS HUNT. SHE WAS A DEEP RED WITH BLACK OVERLAY. SHE WAS A VERY PRETTY DOG AND HAD A PERSONALITY THAT MADE HER A VERY ONE OF A KIND DOG. SHE WOULD POUT, PLAY HARD TO GET, PLAY ON YOUR SYMPATHY WITH HER USE AS NEEDED 'LIMP'. SHE HURT HER SHOULDER WHEN SHE WAS A YOUNG DOG AND REALLY DID HAVE A LIMP WHEN THE WEATHER WAS COLD AND DAMP. BEFORE MY SON DISCOVERED GIRLS HE AND I HAD ALOT OF FUN WITH CANDY. SOON AFTER WE GOT THE 4~WHEELER I WOULD TAKE WILL TO THE FARM THAT I HAD RENTED FROM MR. NORWOOD AND BRING CANDY TOO. SHE WOULD CHASE WILL ON HIS 4~WHEELER AND SHE WOULD GET TO RUNNING SO FAST THAT SHE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING EXCEPT "YEP", AND TO WATCH HER RUN THAT FAST, HER BACK FEET WOULD COME UP PAST HER EARS, THAT, I PROMISE YOU IS NO LIE. SHE LOVED TO GO RIDING. IF YOU DIDN'T TAKE HER EVERY SO OFTEN, SHE WOULD CATCH THE TAILGATE DOWN ON THE PICKUP AND SHE WOULD JUST PARK HERSELF IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK UNTIL SOMEBODY TOOK HER FOR A RIDE. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO FAR, JUST DOWN TO THE STORE AND BACK WOULD DO AND SHE WAS SATISFIED UNTIL THE NEXT TIME SHE THOUGHT IT WAS TIME FOR A RIDE. CANDY RECOVERED FROM HER SHOULDER INJURY BUT, WHILE SHE WAS HURT SHE LEARNED SHE COULD GET SYMPATHY AND ALOT OF TLC WHEN SHE LIMPED AROUND AND SHE LEARNED TO LIMP WHENEVER SHE WANTED ATTENTION. IT WAS SO FUNNY TO WATCH HER DO THIS BECAUSE, SHE WOULD LIMP UNTIL SHE GOT ALL THE ATTENTION THAT SHE WANTED AND THEN OFF INTO THE WOODS TO GO HUNTING WITH ABSOLUTELY NO SIGN OF A LIMP. THAT WAS PRICELESS !! ANOTHER THING THAT SHE WOULD DO WAS IGNORE YOU. THIS USUALLY OCCURED WHEN I NEEDED TO DOCTOR HER IN SOME FORM OR FASION. THIS WAS ANYTHING FROM GIVING HER MEDICINE OR SPRAYING HER FOR TICKS AND FLEAS. SOMETIMES SHE WOULD RUN COMPLETELY OFF AND I WOULD HAVE TO SLIP UP ON HER THE NEXT TIME THAT SHE WOULD COME IN. MOST OF THE TIME SHE WOULD JUST GO ANYWHERE FROM 25 TO 50 YARDS AWAY FROM ME AND THEN JUST SIT DOWN WITH HER BACK TO ME AND REFUSE TO EVEN LOOK AT ME AS IF MAYBE I WOULD JUST GO AWAY. AFTER WILL EARNED THE RIGHT TO BE A 'MARINE' HE HAD TO MOVE AWAY TO HIS DUTY STATION. CANDY STAYED WITH ME AND I BECAME VERY CLOSE TO CANDY FOR THE OBVIOUS REASON THAT SHE WAS WILL'S DOG BUT, ALSO FOR THE DOG THAT SHE WAS. CANDY HAD ONE OF THE PRETTIEST MOUTH'S I HAD EVER HEARD ON A DOG. SHE HAD A LONG, SORTA COURSE, GROUND JARRING BAWL. MANY TIMES I HAVE COME IN FROM WORKING THE LATE SHIFT AND HEARD HER DEEP IN THE WOODS BAWLING AND HUNTING HER HEART OUT. I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT IT WOULD SEND CHILLS OVER YOU TO HEAR HER REALLY CHOWING DOWN ON A COLD STILL NIGHT AND HEARING HER DESTINCTIVE BAWL, RINGING AND ECHOCING THROUGH THE HILLS AND HOLLARS OF HER DOMAINE. IT'S NOT HARD TO UNDERSTAND WHY WE WILL MISS HER SO. SHE WAS A VERY GOOD HUNTER AND SHE LOVED IT BUT, SHE HAD A BAD HABIT. SHE LOVED TO RUN AND KILL SKUNKS. ONE TIME SHE BROUGHT MY NEW WIFE, 'MARCIE', A SKUNK. MARCIE HAVING NEVER BEEN AROUND A HUNTING DOG, DIDN'T KNOW WHAT CANDY WAS TRING TO DO. AFTER I TOLD HER WHAT CANDY WAS TRING TO DO, MARCIE WENT OUT AND PRAISED HER FOR BRINGING HER A KILL. CANDY WAS SO PROUD OF HERSELF. SATISFIED SHE TORE OFF INTO THE WOODS TO HUNT, SHE JUST WANTED MARCIE TO SEE WHAT SHE WAS CAPABLE OF DOING. MANY TIMES AFTER SHE HAD BAGGED A SKUNK SHE WOULD PRISS HERSELF RIGHT UP IN THE HOUSE STINKING TO HIGH HEAVEN`. OHHHHH MAAAAN !!!!!!! CANDY HURT HER SHOULDER WHEN SHE LIVED IN TOWN, SHE ALSO LOVED TO CHASE CARS WHICH IS HOW SHE GOT HURT, A CAR HIT HER. AFTER THAT SHE DEVELOPED A UNIQUE WAY TO CHASE CARS. SHE WOULD SYAY ON THE SIDEWALK AND CHASE THE STUFFINGS OUT OF CARS. WHEN SHE MOVED TO THE COUNTRY WITH ME, SHE STILL CHASED CARS BUT, ON THE OPPISITE SIDE OF THE DITCH, AND THE LENGTH OF THE YARD WHICH WAS ABOUT 100 YARDS LONG. SHE WOULD HAVE HERSELF A BALL!!! CANDY WAS A ONE OF A KIND DOG BUT, THE YEARS AND EVERY NIGHT HUNTING HAD TAKEN IT'S TOLE. HER MUZZLE WAS WHITE. HER CHEST AND FRONT LEGS WERE EVEN WHITE AND SHE HAD LOST MOST OF HER FRONT TEETH. KNOWING HER LIKE I DO, SHE WAS HAMMERING AND CHOWING DOWN TO THE LAST. I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT ON THE NEXT COLD STILL NIGHT IF, YOU LISTEN REAL CLOSE YOU'LL BE ABLE TO HEAR THAT LONG, 'GROUND JARRING BAWL' RINGING AND ECHOCING THROUGH THE HILLS AND HOLLARS OF HER DOMAIN. WE MISS AND LOVE YOU SO CANDY! FLY WITH THE ANGELS!