Baron Morgan 1985-1998
Baron was a mixed Husky and was brought into our household as a puppy. I never anticipated that I would grow to love him so dearly and one day would have to give him up but it happened. Baron developed Osteosarcoma of the left front leg and by the time symptoms appeared, it was to late to do anything except keep him comfortable and love him, the Vet said he may live 6 months, he lived about 10 weeks and there are no words to express our feeling of loss. Baron was the only "person" who was glad to see you everytime he saw you, no matter what. He loved unconditionally and trusted beyond belief. We will never forget Baron and his memory will always be cherished.
We love you and we miss you,
Sandy, Kim, Carl Ray and Naru Greensboro, North Carolina
Mandy and Michael
My husband and I are members of the Humane Society of Sandusky County, Fremont Ohio. We received a call that 2 newborn kittens were found in an area factory. We went and picked them up. They were approximately 1 to 2 days old. I never thought I could keep them alive. I bought special milk and fed them around the clock, getting very little sleep for the first two weeks. Yesterday, I am proud to say they were 3 weeks and 2 days old. I fed the little girl kitty, Mandy and her brother Michael at 8pm, March 20, 1998 (which also happens to be my birthday). She drank the warm milk from her bottle like always, and then settled down for a nice warm nap with her brother. Then, at 12:30 when I began their last feeding of the night, I noticed right away that she took a few steps and then fell over. She declined from that point on. I prayed outloud for the next 5 hours, begging God to let my little Mandy McGrady survive. She had fought her way through the first 3 weeks... why did she have to leave us now? I put her on my bare chest under my nightie to keep her warm. I told her to keep fighting, that life was worth fighting for. I told her that once the weather got warmer, she could sit in the windowsill in the sunshine and feel the warm breeze flow across her body. She left us at 5 am. We burried her in our "pet cemetary" in a very special place by my families woods where she is in the best of company. I am feeling very confused right now, as we just burried her this morning. Little 3 week old Mandy McGrady will never be forgotten. I strongly believe we will be reunited someday, and she will have many wonderous experiences to share with me. Please pray that Michael, her brother, makes it. I just couldn't bear to loose him also.
Barbara and Terry McGrady
Bertrum, Babbette, and Tasha
To Bertrum, Babbette, and Tasha-
Died Febuary 9th 1998
Bertrum 8 yrs old Doverman-Rotti mix
Babette 1 yr old Rotti
Tasha 2 yrs old Greatdane
Please don't hate me for what was done to you. I would have given my life for you guys. I loved you all speacally you, bertrum. I try all that I could to keep you here on earth with me. I know in my heart that you all still protect me and love me like always. There's always a place in my heart filled with laughter tears and a powerful love! I'd give my all to hold you again. I miss you all very much! See you again someday. I love you more than anything in the world.
I'D LIKE TO SHARE MY STORY WITH EVERYONE. I OWN 5 ACRES OF LAND WHICH IS ALL FENCED IN EVEN WITH AN ELECTRONIC GATE. ONE DAY ONE OF MY DOGS (MINI YORKI 1.5 LBS) GOT UNDER THE GATE AND THE NEIGHBORS MUTT (50 LBS) RIPPED MY DOGS THROAT OUT AND SHE DIED INSTANTLY. I FILED POLICE REPORTS AND EVEN CONFRONTED MY NEIGHBOR AND ASKED THAT SHE PUT UP A FENCE AROUND HER YARD. WELL, SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING. HER DOG JUST RAN THE NEIGHBORHOOD. THIS DOG WOULD SIT AT MY GATE AND GROWL AT ME AND ANTAGINIZE MY OTHER 3 DOGS. I ALSO WARNED MY NEIGHBOR FOR HER OWN DOGS PROTECTION TO KEEP IT AWAY FROM MY FENCE AND DRIVEWAY. SHE DID NOTHING. ONE DAY ABOUT 3 WEEKS LATER I OPENED MY GATE WHEN I WENT TO WORK AND WHEN I CAME HOME I SHUT THE GATE AND LET MY 3 DOGS OUT. I RAN OUTSIDE TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON AND THE NEIGHBORS DOG WAS IN MY YARD FIGHTING WITH MINE. MINE RIPPED LITTERALY RIPPED THIS DOG APART TILL IT DIED AND BY THAT TIME THE POLICE WERE THERE BEATING MY DOGS AND MACING THEM. MY DOGS HAVE NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH ANY OTHER DOG BUT THIS ONE. BY THAT WEEKED I WAS FORCED TO WATCH THE VET BUT ALL OF MY BABIES BE PUT TO SLEEP. IN A 1 MONTH PERIOD OF TIME 5 DOGS DIED 4 WERE MINE AND ALL BECAUSE OF MY NEIGHBOR AND HER DOG.
Bertrum was 8 yrs old 120 lbs and my best friend in the world. I loved him like he was my child and for him to look at me so loving and with so much trust and to only be able to watch and cry as he died is the hardest thing I'll ever have to do. Babette 1.5 yrs old 110 lbs was my baby of them all still had a puppy face and never got to experiance life. Tasha 2 yrs old 230 lbs. was one of the hardest to see because she didn't die fast because of her size she keep trying to breath and I watched as she took her final and struggling last breath. They were all gone in 35min.
I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW THAT MY DOGS BROUGHT JUSTICE INTO OUR WORLD AND WERE FORCED TO LEAVE IT!
Anyone who has read my story please feel free to write me and share your thoughts. I need to know someone hears me, and I am truly emotionaly all alone.
Dannielle LaFaye, 6635 Breezewood Dr.-- Painesville, OH 44077
THANKS FOR LISTENING!
Bear came to us at 8 weeks old. Our youngest son (9) brought her home from school, with a red bow in her hair. He said she was on sale $10. not $20. She's the last of the litter & they don't want to take her to the pound. My son said please can we buy her. I told him we can't buy her, because Dad is hunting and we should ask him first. He said, lets give her to Dad for his birthday. So, we did. Turns out it was the best $10 we ever spent. 22 pound Spitz-mix. What a love.
We used to go camping at a gold mine in the Sierras. After our week there. We packed up our things and sat them beside the cabin, then went to the trading-post for hot chocolate,before loading out things on the truck to leave. Our neighbor from the next cabin came in and said,"do you know your dog is out?" We said no way, we left her in the cabin. We went to see anyway. Sure enough there she sat beside our things. She had pushed the screen out, so she could get outside. It seemed she thought we were going to forget her. She went with us for the next 12 years to that same camp. For several years the kids would float down the river in their rubber boat. It was quite a site to see the 3 kids sitting in the middle of the baot and Bear standing with her front feet up on the very front of the boat. It looked like she was the Captain of the boat. A week or 2 before we would go, the kids would start asking Bear if she wanted to go to the river. She would get so excited, and start running through the house.
As the years went by, our oldest daughter got married and had a baby. Our first grandson, what a joy! I spent a week with our daughter, to help her. My husband said Bear was going nuts, from missing me. It was the first time I had ever been away from home without her. By this time she is 6years old. She has never been around any small children, so I was a little worried how she would except Brian. So, when I came home, I had pictures of Brian with me. I sat with Bear and introduced her to Brian. I told her it was not exceptable that she ever snap at or even growel at him. I told her if he was being to ruff with her, she should come to me & I would protect her. My husband made a big joke of me talking with Bear that way. But guess what, she never ever so much as even looked like she might snap. But she did come to me many times for refuge. I did as I promised, I made Brian aware that he was being to ruff with her. As Brian grew he saw me walking Bear with the leash, he wanted to dothe same. And so, it was more like Bear teaching Brian to walk on the leash, quite a sight. She would look at me as to say how many more times do I have to walk him back an forth.
As time goes by, the kids grow-up. One by one they each leave and get married. The last one goes now Bear is 12 years old. For my husband and myself Bear has become our constant companion. We go on vacation, she goes on vacation. For 17 1/2 years she has slept at the foot of our bed. My husband and I have always given her the last bite of whatever we were eating. We used to say to her you don't know how lucky you are girl, the last bite is the best. Well we didn't know how lucky we were. She became such a part of our lives, that I had no idea, of the emptyness there would be without her.
Her age started showing about a year ago. Arthritis in her hips. I would pick her up, to go up or down stairs, get on the bed or off the bed. She had catteracs, which made her sight bad at best. Her hearing was gone. Then in November she started having seziers and sonetimes mini-strokes. She wined all the time. Which said to me she was having a lot of pain. My heart was just breaking for her. Most of the time she seemed in such pain. Then some days she seened fine. Most of the time she had no control of her bladder. What to do. On April 17,1998 we did what I know had to be done for her. But for me, it was the hardest thing I'm sure I will ever have to do. I will not ever be the same. I miss her in ways I never imagined I would. When we first got her I said I wanted her to be my lap dog. That she was, when I sat down, she sat right besied me. If I got the blanket to take a nap on the couch, she was up there before I could get covered up. They say my pain will ease up, but for me I'm not so sure.
SO BEAR MY LOVE, REST IN PEACE, YOU WILL BE MISSED AND NEVER FORGOTTEN!!!!
Brenda & Larry Bradley
Morgan Hill, CA
WHERE HAS MY SASHA GONE?
This morning I awoke at home for the first time in over ten years and she was not here. My God! What have I done? She has gone to sleep never to wake again. My Sasha is dead. Everyday for all those years you were always excited and happy to see me come home. You were always concerned about my feelings. Certain to come to my side at any sign of concern. You were my Saaha, my Babers. You loved and trusted me. You would have given your life for me. At every opportunity you would be close to me. Sleeping just outside my bedroome door I never had to fear. If I heard a noise in the night I always knew you were on guard and I had no fear unless you raised the alarm. At every meal time when Mommy would call me to the table you knew and you and you always accompanied me. You always knew I would share my food withyou. You senced my moods and always showed concern and compassion. You were my protector, my most loyal friend. When I would fall asleep in my easy chair with my right hand on your back no matter how long I would doze when I awoke I could reach out again and you would be there. How you loved me. My God now you are gone and I can not get you back. The worst pain for me is knowing that if by some miracle I could get you back and you understood what I had done you would still love me as you did before with no regard for my actions. You were my Sasha my Babers I miss you.
Dec/15/97 - April/15/98
Father: Mickey Dog
Mother: Minnie Dog
A precios and lovely pet, who in his little time of live give a lot of love and happines to the family and all the people around him. All the family and friends including his father's Mickey and Minnie, sister Gorda brother Bongo and uncle's Donald and Daisy love and remember hin forever. He is rest in peace in "Dogs Heaven"and here in earth he always have a place if he want to come back some day. A calorous hug from Angelica, Raul, Ambar, Casandra, Aida and all his friends here on earth.
My Beloved Louie
My beloved louie, a very smart and very sweet cat passed away on 3/28/98. I saved him from the pound over 8 years ago. My heart is still aching over his death. He was my very best friend. I can honestly say that I myself would not be here if it were not for him. I love you louie and will miss you always.
To a dear and wonderful cat. I miss you so much. I hope Theo, megan, and Garfield are watching over you until we are together one day. BoBo, J.B., and Brittany miss you and we all send you our love.
Altough you could not stay with us as long as either of us would have liked, you lit up our days with your sweet self. A long haired siamese with the best disposition I have ever seen in cat or dog. You returned all our love ten fold. The day you left us we sang to you about playing with the other kitties over the rainbow, as we said goodbye. That afternoon our town saw a rare sight in the sky, a double rainbow! I am sure that was you saying that you would wait for us to come play with you again someday.
MEMORIES OF LINDI
SHE CAME TO ME THIS SMALL WHITE MALTESE,16 WEEKS OLD CUTE AS COULD BE.
HAIR FINE AS SILK...HER EYES LIKE BLACK COAL, SHOOTING STRAIGHT TO MY SOUL.
SMART AS A WHIP, SHARP AS A TACK, ALL OF HER TRICKS LEARNED JUST LIKE THAT.
LOVING, SO SWEET. HER HEART GOOD AS GOLD. 98% SHE WOULD DO AS SHE WAS TOLD.
I MISS HER SO MUCH THE LONGING IN ME... TO HOLD HER AGAIN MY LINDI BABY.
LINDI LEI MATHEWS 2-28-94 THRU 2-2-98 STRUCK BY A CAR ......
THIS POEM IS FOR MY DAUGHTER... DANIELLE MOM MISSES HER TOO... WE BURIED HER IN OUR BACKYARD. I FIXED A FLOWER BED OVER AND AROUND HER WITH MOONFLOWERS, AND MORNING GLORIES ON TRELLIS'S AROUND IT. AT NIGHT A SMALL LIGHT COMES ON WHEN THE BACK PORCHLIGHT IS TURNED ON.
THANKS FOR LISTENING !
KARI JEAN MATHEWS
MITCH CAME TO US ONE EARLY MORNING IN THE LATE SPRING OF 1989 AT THE TENDER AGE OF ABOUT 6 WEEKS WHEN I FOUND HIM WANDERING A BUSY STREET IN THE SAN FERNANDO VALLEY. OF COURSE HE CAME WITH US AND OUR 2 OTHER CATS WHEN WE MOVED TO THE KERN RIVER VALLEY IN JUNE. WHEN WE ACQUIRED 2 DOGS, HE CONSIDERED IT HIS DUTY TO KEEP THEM IN LINE AND THEY KNEW WHO WAS BOSS. WHEN WE WERE WORKING IN THE YARD, HE HELPED BY RIDING IN THE WHEELBARROW AND SUPERVISING. HE LOVED TO RIDE IN OUR TRUCK AND ALSO WAS SURE TO CHECK OUT ALL VISITOR'S VEHICLES; THE INSIDE TOO IF HE COULD. MITCH LIKED PEOPLE AND WAS OUR OFFICIAL GREETER. IF HE GOT IN THE VISITOR'S LAP, THEY KNEW THEY WERE ACCEPTED. HIS FAVORITE SLEEPING SPOT WAS CURLED UP AGAINST YOUR LEGS; AND PLEASE DON'T DISTURB HIM BY MOVING! HE ALSO LIKED TO BE CARRIED, PARTICULARLY OVER YOUR SHOULDER WITH HIS FRONT FEET AND HEAD HANGING DOWN YOUR BACK. (A GREAT WAY TO KNEAD.) IF DAVID WAS WORKING ON THE COMPUTER, MITCH HAD TO BE THERE TOO, PREFERABLY ON HIS LAP. HE ALSO THOUGHT HE SHOULD WAKE ME AT 4:30 AM EVERY DAY, EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T NEED TO ARISE TIL 5:00 AM, I GUESS TO MAKE SURE I WASN'T LATE FOR WORK. ONE MORNING IN FEBRUARY 1998, MITCH WASHUNTING MICE IN OUR HAY SHED WHEN HE WAS ATTACKED BY THE NEIGHBOR'S TWO DOGS WHO WERE ALLOWED TO RUN LOOSE. SADLY, HE CROSSED OVER RAINBOW BRIDGE THAT SAME AFTERNOON. HE WAS LOVINGLY LAID TO REST IN OUR FRONT YARD UNDER THE BIRD FEEDER MADE FROM A PLOW DISC (ANOTHER SPOT WHERE HE LIKED TO SLEEP). WE KNOW HE IS IN A HAPPY PLACE NOW, BUT WE WILL ALWAYS MISS OUR MUCH LOVED MITCH.
DAVID & BLANCHE GONZALEZ
Bogart: Best Friend, Companion, and Canine above Canines. Rest In Peace.
For eighteen years you provided unconditional love, joy, and emotional support. You were always there when I needed you – at the door, on the floor, at the window, and above all in my heart. You awaited my return when I was gone as I await our being reunited one day in eternity. You touched so many and so many miss you. You were always a puppy and an integral part of the family up until the end when you passed away in my arms. You took a piece of me with you when you passed away and every day I shed a tear at my loss… until we meet again I’ll always keep you in my thoughts, prayers, and dreams.
Lovingly: David & Tanya Masem, Friends And Family Of Bogart
da : Enrico
Per te, per con cui ho diviso 5 anni felici di scorrazzate nei prati, di giochi spensierati, di bellezza di pace di calore di fedeltà di Amicizia. Bello immaginarti correrre con quella tua falcata strana con le zampe rivoltate all’ indietro inseguendo un qualcosa che io ti indico. Dolce accarezzare il tuo pelo rosso stringere il tuo corpo caldo al mio senza lasciarti scappare, farti dolcemente arrabbiare e ringhiare sapendo che non mi morderai mai. Sono stato il tuo amico fidato per questi meravigliosi 5 anni, e non ti voglio dimenticare, sei dentro di me così come lo sono io in te e ci rivedremo sicuramente in un’ altra forma più evoluta ancora più vicina all’ Energia Pura. Voglio con l’ immaginazione pensarti entusiasta di ogni piccola cosa che ti veniva data: una festa per tutto perchè tu la tua vita te la sei goduta insieme alla mia. Tu hai mantenuto vivo in me il sentimento del gioco prima della nascita di Alessandro, mi hai preparato a lui, riempendo di sana e spontanea gioia il mio tempo. Ti voglio bene, ti sento forte dentro di me corri, corri, corri, salta, abbaia, scodinzola felice, osserva attento, vieni da me afflitto a chedere scusa, divora in un minuto tutta la tua pappa, tira il guinzaglio, litiga con altri cani senza morderli, vai Cicio vai ....
MEMORIES OF LINDI LEI MATHEWS
SHE CAME TO ME THIS SMALL WHITE MALTESE, JUST 16 WEEKS OLD CUTE AS COULD BE.
HAIR FINE AS SILK,HER EYES LIKE BLACK COAL THAT SHOT STRAIGHT TO MY SOUL. SMART AS A WHIP,SHARP LIKE A TACK.ALL OF HER TRICKS LEARNED JUST LIKE THAT. LOVING SO SWEET,HEART GOOD AS GOLD...98% SHE WOULD DO AS SHE WAS TOLD. I MISS HER SO MUCH THE LONGING IN ME TO HOLD HER AGAIN MY LINDI BABY.
LINDI LEI MATHEWS 2-28-94 TO 2-2-98
HIT BY A CAR -- WE MADE HER A GRAVE AND FIXED IT UP WITH FLOWERS ALSO A SMALL LIGHT SHINES ON HER AT NIGHT....
THANKS FOR LISTENING
DANIELLE LEI MATHEWS
The Life and Times of Kareeb Majed
Kareeb was a handsome black shorthaired cat, my friend and companion for many years, until his sudden death on March 8, 1998 at age 14.
Kareeb first came into my life in October 1984, as a tiny black kitten I found wandering my neighborhood on a cold, rainy day. It was right before Halloween and I thought - how appropriate to find a little black cat who needs a home! My other two cats at the time were less agreeable, but little Kareeb was such a charmer, he soon won them over, and my then-husband as well. My ex is Lebonese, and he gave Kareeb his name, it is the Arabic word for "stranger" and when applied to a child means "orphan".
From the beginning, Kareeb was the friendliest and most ffectionate cat I have ever known. He was famous for his talking, he had a wide range of sounds in his vocabulary. ne of his "words" sounded incredibly like my name, with the accent on the second syllable - "looo-RAH"! He would carry on a "conversation" with you as long as you cared to continue - ask him a question and he would say something that sounded like a response or a question back, with his iwde range of little sounds.
He was also quite the "ladies man", from kittenhood till the end. Even after neutering, he would take any opportunity to try mating with an available female, and had a lifelong habit of stealing my big skeins of yarn for his own late-night use. Even on the last night of his life, I heard his familiar "happy sounds" as he chattered away trying to hump a skein of yarn sometime during the night!
After we'd had Reeber (his nickname of course) for about 2 years we adopted another little black stray, a grown female who my ex named Salma (this Arabic word means "welcome home"). If ever 2 animals were truly lovers, it was Reeber and Salma. Spayed Salma patiently put up with neutered Reeber's attempts to mate, but most of the time they just snuggled together, washing each other and purring. They were together for about 2 years until I lost Salma - I was also moving at the time from Buffalo NY to New England, so it was a bad time for all of us. My marriage had broken up, I was leaving friends and family, and Reeber lost his sweet Salma. If there is an afterlife, I like to imagine that they are reunited now.
It was only in the past year or so that Reeber had started to seem like he was aging. He was a sleek, chubby guy in his prime. In the past few years he had gotten quite skinny with random white hairs in his fur. I thought perhaps he was getting arthritic because he hesitated before jumping on or down from things, though he still purred, played and ate well until the very last day.
There was no warning that March 8, 1998 would be the ay I would lose my best friend. All was normal until about 2 pm, I was sitting at my computer checking messages, thinking about going out to buy a newspaper. Kareeb was sleeping next to me on the pillow I put for him next to the computer. He woke and stretched, still lying on his side, and suddenly something did not seem right. His eyes were wide and he was not relaxing out of the stretch. He whimpered and stiffened all over, his legs and tail stretched out. He screamed twice, a noise like I have never heard before and that I shall never forget - the last of his expressive sounds. Then he relaxed, breathed heavily a few times, and gave one last breath that sounded like a sigh. He was dead, and it all happened in about 30 seconds.
I was in such shock, it took several minutes to sink in. I had been lacing on my shoes and trying to remember the address of the emergency animal hospital, and when I heard the sigh I thought - ok, whatever is wrong it seems better for the moment, I hope he is not in pain. Then I put my hand on him and felt no breathing or heartbeat, and knew he was dead.
I am grateful to god, fate, or whatever allowed me to be home and with him when this happened. I am also very grateful that his life ended without much pain and suffering, in one of his favorite and most familiar places. Most of all, I am thankful that I was able to have so many years of love and companionship with my sweet Kareeb.
I know that the world is full of lost, homeless kittens wandering in the rain, and most of them do not find a loving home. I am so glad that Kareeb did. From the day I took Kareeb home till the day he died, I know that he was as warm, comfortable, well-fed and well-loved as I could make him. The love and friendship he gave me in return, through good times and bad, will stay with me for the rest of my life. And if there is life beyond, it will go with me there too, where I hope to someday be with him again.
Dear Putty Tat,
It has only been a day and I miss you. You were a special cat. Your first 8 years were spent easing the pain of cancer for your first buddy. For the last 6 years you've been with me. I miss you. Last night I was certain I'd seen you walking near my bed, I was dreaming.
When I was sick, you would curl up and lie beside me. I keep expecting to here you meow and hop on my lap and try to walk on my keyboard. I miss you. I love you. Damn, my eyes are getting misty again. I'm 32 years old. I'm a big boy, this shouldn't be hitting me so hard. Putty Tat, I miss you. :-(
ROCKY - SUMMER 1983-MARCH 1998
He was a mix of a Cocker Spaniel and Scottish Terrier. All black and so little. We named him Rocky because he liked to box with his paws, Loved to play ball or tug-of-war.
He was always following my Mother around everywhere.
Forever beside her legs or feet.
He also liked to sit by me and keep me company,v Especially when I felt sad or upset.
He enjoyed going for car rides,
Visiting people's places.
He also loved to snoop around their houses,
Looking in all the rooms.
He loved to bark whenever he heard something,
Either the doorbell or a loud noise.
He was always eager to greet whomever entered our house,
Giving them kisses on their hands/jumping on their legs.
Most of all, he was loved for and cared for. When he got too sick, we knew he was not going to get better so we finally decided to have him put to sleep for his benefit. It was really hard for me to have to say "GOOD-BYE". I knew it was for the best and he would be free from being so sick all the time. I hope he is finally at rest in Heaven. He will never be forgotten or replaced, always be in my thoughts and in my heart.
OTTAWA, ON. CANADA
In Loving Memory of Dimetri,
He was truly our best friend but, God must have needed him more than us so that is where he is right now, in God's loving embrace! Good night Little one see you soon we love you very much.
David & Diana M