Plot 35
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Miranda Mart lived with her brother, Guido, and me for 14 years, and she was the sweet one. I adopted them from the Animal Rescue League in their 5th week, at the same time I bought my first house. They were wonderful companions for this cat lover, although Miranda had medical problems from the start. At around 10 years old, she developed an immune-deficiency skin disease, pemphigus, which finally got the best of her a few days ago. Miranda loved to hide and I enjoyed searching for her in closets and corners. When I couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, she kept me company and stared forever into my eyes as I pet her. Miranda was a very loving cat, although she would smack any visiting dogs in the face to stand her ground! Her memory and spirit will always live on in my heart and my husband’s as well. We love you, Miranda.

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Shanta (2000 – January 24, 2006)

It was destiny that brought you to our front door. You were just a tiny little black kitten with no home. We adopted you although it always seemed like you chose us. You ran around the house so quiet and dainty (except of course when you wanted attention). I’ll never forget when Cookie was sick and you were right beside her every step of the way. You were h er companion and I can never thank you enough for that. When Cookie died you were right by my side the whole time. I just can’t believe you are gone, I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I’ll never forget you and I hope someday I will get to see you again. Thank you for coming into my life, I wish it could have been longer.

We miss you so much,

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Oh, Oscar, its was terrible and shocking of how you left, so suddenly. If only I had known that you were going to die then, I would never of gone on my South african holiday, I would of cherished more time with you, but anyways, here are the memories.

You were legendary worthy, the times when i was younger and my mom would call me for bed and as her and myself were walking up you would follow. Once in the bedroom you would make my mum bleed, insisting on having a nightly fight with her on my bed.

You then grew up and did everything that was avaliable to you. You were amazingly loving to my whole family, everyone was sad to hear of your death, even my friends. While holidng everyones love strongly in your pocket you were still able to have a good time in the garden, avoiding the 6 foxes on many occasions, like you were teasing them. Then was the day you decided to bring us 'presents'...half eaten animals you had caught, and this was quite frequent!. Just like the day you bought a mouse into the house, you dropped it, let it run, caught it..repeat...until it got away and my mom was super angry! and whenever we all got home from work and as we got to the door you would be there, sweet! The are so many more lovely memories, but I can all list them

And then the 'athletic downfall'. None of us actually noticed that you had a problem, that you gradually got slower and slower, and slept on my bed for longer periods, still loving, but barely went outside. Then one day I got home from a museum with my dad (13 Feb 2005) and mommy told use you were breathing badly. you went 40 minutes to a vet but he didnt diagnose you right. We took you home were my mom and my dad split the time staying up to make sure you were ok. Then on my birthday we took you to the vet, she knew immediatly what was wrong and gave you an anaesthetic. You died from it later, but you died like a man, you were desperatly trying to kick yourself awake but to no avail.

At least your death was peaceful, rather than foxes catching you and the rest...
You now have a (step)brother, and (step)sister, Max...the youngest and Katie, the oldest.


Born 2000
Passed away 14 February 2005
Laid to rest 15 February 2005.

Love from Dan, Derek, Collen, Gilly, Michael, Mary, Bunny, Peggy, Rachel and all.

(You're our boy Oscar,You're our Legend)

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A puppy hiding under the couch soon became our best ever OSF (Other Species Friend). At my side for nine years, except for those months when I was in hospitals, and she was looking out the window, awaiting my return.

Disability now keeps me home, and her love keeps her home with me. Cancer is growing within her and all too soon, I will tearfully send her into darkness.

Sadness, deep and painful, cuts our hearts from us.

"She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
-- W. H. Auden --


Bill & Sally

Only a very cruel God would give us dogs, and make their lifespans so short.

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OZ & Emma

This is in honor of our best & most loved friends, who are still part of our lives even though they have moved on ahead of us. Mine are OZ & Emma, see you soon. : )

      A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
      After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
      "This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
      "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?"  the man asked.
      "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
      "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
      "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
      The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.  After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.  As he approached the  gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have  any water?"
      "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there". The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
      "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to  the dog.
      "There should be a bowl by the pump."
      They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
      "This is Heaven," he answered.
      "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
      "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."
      "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
      "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

Love you see you soon

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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.

August 10, 1992
August 15, 2005

Cally you were absolutely gorgeous from the day you adopted us until the day you crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. You were our lap cat. Full of love and purrs. We know you are chasing those mousies with Muggins, Kate, Zeb and even Murphy. Mommy, Chris, Sparky, Zippy, Pixie and Binti will miss you and love you forever. You will live in our hearts forever.

Mommy and Chris

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i miss u so much! u were like a mom. u always would call me when it was time to go to bed! i am growing up now, and when i get up into the land of the dead, i'll find u! could u tell me if Ezra, Elliot, Mushu, Rasmus, Sweet Pea and all our other cats r ok? i miss them too. i hope u r well. i'll find u! i will! my love and mom's and dad's and frances's and Chloe's and Izabelle's (we have new cats! they're r nice to us, don't worry). miss u a million!


P.S. i am ten now, and it's march, so i'll b eleven in 3 months! i'll see u again in many, many years!

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Nineteen years ago a little black puppy was born, he found a home with a 6 year old boy. Little did I know how this puppy would help me (a 5 year old girl) some years later. I ended up meeting and dating that 6 year old boy 7 years later. I found my self 16 pregnant and then later loosing my unborn child, and in a physically and mentally abusive relationship. One day my boyfriend decided he wanted his old dog back that had been living with his Grandmother. So we went and got her. She was the only friend I had. My boyfriend and I lived in the country I had no car, and he would leave me at the house for days at a time with nothing but some out stale cereal. Midnight and I would sit on the bed I would cry and feed midnight cereal. She tried to protect me one bad night when my boyfriend came home mad, and she got hit and at that moment I knew I had to leave. I don't know why it took him hurting her to realize what I had to do, but it did and I believe she saved my life. I called my mom (for the first time in 6 months) from some ladies house down the road. And we packed up my stuff and Midnight and I lived for 5 more years together happy and safe. Then at 21 married with a child of my own I awoke one morning to a phone call from my mom, she said "Honey I'm sorry Midnight passed away a few min. ago," I told her I would be there in a min. I woke up my husband and said I need to go take care of something. I drove to my mom's, took that awesome old dog, & buried her under a big beautiful tree by the creek and with her I buried my passed all the hurt, pain, anger, & regret!!! Here she was dead and yet she still was helping me. I'm 23 now married to a good man I have a beautiful daughter and am about to adopt another little girl. Wow how my life has changed. Thank you Midnight!!! Love, Mel

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Gumby, born 10/16/83 crossed the bridge 07/28/04 but still alive in our hearts forever. You and your brother Opie (plot #2) made such an impression on us from the day you where born till the night you died so peacefully in my arms sitting in the moonlit porch. You became such a part of my life that we were a pair.

Early life found you hanging out with me and drinking sips of Pepsi and eating chips. You and Opie moved with your new mom and I from house to house and it seemed you would be here forever. At 21 it was obvious you were slowing down, but you caught a mouse the night before you left and brought it to me alive to send him packing. The last several years you had your routine, jumping on the bed walking up the middle and pulling my hand with your paw to rest your chin on it. I really missed that until we got two new kittens and little Schmitty does exactly the same thing. Thanks for arranging that.

Even a year later we still feel a great loss with your absence, but the funny stories are abundant and you have a big fan club. Rest in Peace little guy and we'll see you and Opie again.


Mom and Dad

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May 1989 - June 2004

You are missed terribly, my little friend!

You were born, we think, in 1989, in an unknown month, so we settled on May, which was Mama’s birthday. Your first year of life is a blank, but we don't think it was an easy one. You were found abandoned in an apartment almost starved to death. It was estimated that you had no food or water for over a week, and were little more than skin and bones when you were rescued. Sherrie (Mama) adopted you from the Humane Society and brought you home, over my initial objections. I'm glad she insisted that we keep you.

We tried to make you feel as loved as we could, and you unhesitatingly adopted us. We joked over the years you were with us that you had a puzzle with only two pieces: Mama and me. If either one of us was gone from the house you would pace and worry until we got back home. Only then was your puzzle complete and you could rest comfortably.

I wish I could say that all your years with us were happy and carefree, but I can't. Three different times between 1990 and 2001 you faced near-death situations, but each time we nursed you back to health with caring and love, and the bond between us all grew ever stronger. Or so I thought.

Sadly, in 2001, Mama decided to leave me, and in her final parting from the house, she literally snatched you from my lap where you'd been peacefully dozing, and took you with her. From then until your final journey over Rainbow Bridge in 2004 I only got to see you three times. The last time I saw you, about four months before your passing, you were almost totally blind and deaf, and yet you knew me when I came to Mama’s door, for you wagged your tail in your usual greeting and whimpered slightly. Briefly, for only minutes, and for the last time, your puzzle was once again complete.

I inquired about you every chance I got, but Mama would never say anything. Mama never bothered to tell me of your passing, so I was never allowed to say a final goodbye, or be with you for your final journey. I found out seven months later, but even now I still don't know the exact date. Mama had you cremated and your ashes sent out of town, insuring that I could never grieve properly. I vividly dreamed of you once during those seven months, and I truly believe it was because you were allowed to come back over Rainbow Bridge for one short visit to tell me personally, “Goodbye”. Thank you, JC … I grew to love you and I will always miss you!

Hal Smith
Colorado Springs, Colorado

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In Memory of Kitty     1983 - September 24, 2004

Almost two months have passed and it is still hard for me to believe that you are really gone. I'm still finding your hair on my clothes and your toys in odd corners of the rooms. And, today is the anniversary of the day you came home with me, nineteen years ago. I remember, as I drove over to meet you, I was apprehensive. I thought I really wanted a kitten, not a full grown cat with full grown habits and personality. All that changed when you jumped out of the carrier and marched over and demanded to be petted. It was all over; from then on, you were my cat, and if you had any bad habits, I don't really recall what they were.

We have gone through a lot of things over the years, but what I'll never forget is the years I had cancer. I don't know how I would have made it without you. You never cared how I felt or what I looked like and you always sat beside me whenever I was sick or frightened. It just breaks my heart that when cancer came for you that I could not do more to help you. I would have tried anything to make you well again, although in the end, there was nothing that could be done. I can only hope that I made the little time you had left easier for you to bear and that I didn't wait too long to end your pain. If I did, please forgive me, it was so hard to believe it was really time for you to go, so quickly.

Now, another cat sits in your chair, watches the birds out the window and sleeps on the bed. But, you know she hasn't taken your place in my heart; she occupies another space that needed to be filled when you went away.

I won't say goodbye because I hope we'll meet again, someday. I'll brush your fur, you'll sit on my lap and we'll play hide and seek just like we used to do. So, until then, may you run swiftly under a warm, bright sun and rest in a soft and easy spot, young and healthy again, as you are in my dreams.


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Angus was a 5 and a half year old English Mastiff. He lived with us in our home in Maple Ridge, BC. He was the best dog to ever set foot on the face of the earth. This dog literally never did anything wrong and I loved him more than life itself. Puppy Gus was taken from us across the rainbow bridge, much too early on December 28, 2004. Rest in peace my baby. I love you forever, and I will never ever forget the joy you brought to our family.

Love mom and Dad, Grandma and Josh.

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Cookie (1989-October 31st, 2004)

Cookie was my best birthday present ever. I'll never forget my 9th birthday when my mom and I went to pick out a dog. I wanted a Bishon Frise just like my best friend. We went to see this lady that sold lots of dogs and out of all of them, I always thought that Cookie picked me out.

We grew up together, she was my best friend. I remember when we were little we used to play so much. Then, when I became a teenager she would comfort me when she sensed I was sad. One time, when I broke up with my boyfriend I cried so much, she came up to me and started licking my tears off my face. She was my best friend.

The years past on and Cookie grew very old, but I always took care of her with all my heart. These last months were very hard on her and boy did she hate that medicine I gave her. It was almost time to put her to sleep. Yesterday I came home at night and I saw her lying in the bathroom barely breathing. I started crying and I took her in my arms and petted her, knowing as her vet had told me, her time was near. A half an hour later, Cookie passed away. It's almost as though she was waiting to see me and say goodbye. Dogs have this really strange sensibility...they know more than we give them credit for.

I still feel that she is walking around the house and I catch a glimpse of her, but I know it's only my imagination and I'm having trouble letting go.

Cookie, I miss you so much. I love you and I'll never forget you.

Your best friend,

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Scooter - American Cocker 1988-2004

Some Scooter moments I'd like to share:

Scooter loved Christmas, and when he saw his first real Christmas tree in my sisters living room he immediately lifted his leg to water it, which didn't exactly please her.

My Dad came home after a heart transplant, and was lying in his favorite chair feeling pretty bad. Scooter, who didn't always get along with my Dad (he was referred to as "furry little ball of sh.." by my Dad), walked over and licked my Dad several times, and remained close by to comfort him.

Before Scooter was 'fixed' he was quite the lover of a stuffed rabbit who was known as "Miss Bunny". He showed his prowess as a lover at a party my wife was throwing for her friends from school by dragging Miss Bunny out in front of the girls, pulling her dress up, and having his way with her. When my wife told me this I laughed so hard I almost peed myself.

Scooters special frisbee trick- Scooter was a frisbee fanatic. While playing frisbee with my dad Scooter loaded up the frisbee with some 'number two' and proudly presented it, just to show how much he really did like dad.

Whenever you needed a little comfort Scooter was always there with his patented 'neck hug'. I probably miss that most of all.

Those are just a few of the touching and comical things that happened over the years.

In closing, Scooter was a trusted friend who was there whenever needed. Always concerned about our well being regardless of how he was feeling. As Scooter was lying there crippled and in pain he rose up one last time, licking my wife's hand as she was crying, and wagging his tail to comfort us. I will never forget that moment, along with many others. You'll live in my heart forever Scooter. I miss you buddy.

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We truly believe that a dog is man's best friend and Xena was the perfect example of this. We want Xena to know that we miss her and that she was very special to us. Even though we only knew her for a very short amount of time, we love her like we had known her forever.

We will always think fondly of you Xena...

Love your mom (Kim) and dad (Jason)

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My Dog Jock

A Bearded Collie adopted us 14 years ago. He spent his time equally divided between his job of guarding us from mythical monsters and laying beside me at the couch with his paw extended for me to hold and rub. Althouugh he is no longer here, his spirit will always continue to guard us and keep us safe.


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Tigger 1992-2004

Tigger was born at Ed's house(Ed has passed away also) across the street around April of '92. She was one of those "free" kittens, and they turn out to be the best. Free to roam the neighborhood, she stayed around here. Ed's place was the farthest she went. Almost all cats are known for climbing, but Tigger stayed on the ground 99.9% of the time. She hunted for birds and caught quite a few. She was a people cat. When someone came to the door, she wouldn't run off. When we let her in, Tigger had her favorite spot on the couch. One time my dad was in her spot, and she wouldn't look at him for a week.

I've never had a cat this long. One got hit by a car when still a kitten. I gave Blackie to my mom when he was 7 years old because he would get into fights and Mom could keep him inside. But Tigger was 12 when the neighbor's dogs got out and attacked her. She was in and out of the vet for over a month. There was no chance of recovery with out major surgery, and the vet said she would probably never be the same again. Deciding to put her to sleep was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make in my life. She will be missed and I will always hear her collar tags-jingle, jingle-when I go outside.

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Five, the grey and black striped cat.

Horny kitty. I swear. Until the day you were fixed, you were always looking for action. But that's one of things that made you one of those cool cats; the ones with personality. You were always CRYING when in heat, and it was bad too, because you were an outside kitty. You were loud too! You purred so loud that I nicknamed you Motor.

Mom got you for Deanna's 5th birthday, hence the name Five. Dad called you 'Stupid Kitty', Lauren called you 'Fiver', Uncle Scott called you every number but Five. I called you Motor.... but most og all, I called you mine. I loved you so much. Even though you were technically Deanna's, I took care of you.

You were pregnant. I remember. I used to hold you in my arms and put my hand gently on your stomach to feel the babies kick. I guessed 5 in the litter. Mom guessed 4. Dad said she must have at least 25, you were huge!

We came home, and we couldn't find you. We held our breath and listened for mews. Finally from the basement, we heard them. Tiny, and fragile, and you calling for one of them. There were 4. Well, there were 5, but one died. You had 4 beautiful babies. Luckily, your stray husband was orange, so we had quite an aray of colours for these babies!

We had to give them away, because our dogs liked to wrestle with them a bit too hard. I gave 2 to a class mate, one to my best friend, and the last one, a calico, to my grandmother. She took it home, to Indiana, but couldn't keep it. It liked to play too much, and it hurt her hands.We got your baby, Callie (Calico) back.

Then, one day, we all sat down for dinner in front of the TV. You jumped up on the back of the couch, and tried to eat my food. You know, I love to share Five, but not when Mom is watching! So I shooed you away. Mom mentioned we were out of milk, so she would run to the store, right at the end of our street. When she came back, she noticed something at the end of our gravel drive. It was you. You had been hit. You had tried to run across the road, and the car hit your head. But thats good. It means you died quick. Mom made us stop eating dinner to come to the back of our 2 acre yard. There was dad, holding something in a bunch of paper towels.

He had dug a hole, and put you in it. We all cried, with the acception of dad. Lauren petted you, Deanna petted you, Mom waved goodbye. I went to you, in that hole, and petted you, feeling the last bit of warmth you would ever give off. The warmth that used to get me to sleep at night. The loudest purr, that could be heard from the next room.

Good bye my Motor girl. My sweet baby Five. I'll never forget you, and we still have your baby, Callie, to remember you by.

Marla Acquaviva
Jackson, Michigan

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My best buddy. You have no idea how you will be missed. I will always love you. You stole my heart from the moment you shoot out of that wood pile behind Grandpa's house. You were always there for me. Thank you for sharing your life with me. Keep Grandpa company until I get there.

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Winston adopted June 25, 1997 - taken by cancer March 31, 2004

You were only with us for a short while, not quite 7 years, but you meant so much to us. You were the sweetest, most gentle dog I've ever known. I know that your early years weren't easy ones, but I hope that your time with us made up for them. I had hoped for many more years with you, not expecting to have cancer rob you from me at only 10 years old. You were brave until the end, but I couldn't let you suffer in pain. We all miss you so much! I had hoped that Alex would get to run in the backyard with you this summer, but it wasn't meant to be. We will meet again at the Rainbow Bridge, I promise you that. Thank you for the time we had together, thank you for all of the kisses. I'll think of you every time it rains, remembering how you were so afraid of rain, and how you would come and hide behind me. I'll think of you every time Sam runs to the window barking, knowing that you're at the window in spirit, shredding the curtains and scratching the windows to get to the trucks outside. I'll think of you every time I look at the round table in the living room, and picture you sleeping underneath it. Basically, I'll think of you often, and a smile will come to my face, knowing that I was lucky enough to receive almost 7 years of unconditional love from you. You will not be forgotten by any of us. Thank you, sweet dog!

Love Meryl, Joe, Alex, Sam and all the cats

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Brownie Bear.

Brownie was a handsome golden retriever. When i was about five or six, me and my twin brother were taken to a strange womans house. Inside we found what seemed hundreds of puppies. We chose two. I, being a girl, chose a girl and my brother, being a boy, chose a boy. This is the story of the boy. In the car, my brother was having a hard time naming him. We finally all decided on the name Brownie. Those dogs were what we always wanted. They provided hours of fun until our teen years when we didnt have time for them anymore, and when my mother and i moved out. Due to family issues, i hadnt gone to my fathers house for weeks. The last time i saw brownie alive was when he was out on his leash, and i didnt even go to pet him. I never got to say goodbye to one of my near- life long companions. I was too stuck up. One of my deepest regrets is not telling him i loved him one last time, Because now i can never go back. The very last time i saw him was today. My father picked an urn out of a display case and he opened it to reveal a bag of ashes. He said "look, its Brownie Bear." At that moment i had to turn away or i was going to break down crying. He asked me to hold the urn but i couldnt. I had to leave. I cant change what i did but i can change how other peoples last days with their pets turn out. If you havent seen them in a while, tell them you love them, because you never know when it will be their last day. As for me, i just hope he hears my familys prayers and "i love you's" and "we miss you's". They are infinite. Until we meet again brownie, our loyal dog, We love you so much and we cant wait to hold the real you in our arms again.

Love forever,
Patti, Donald, Leah, Joby, Your Sister Julie and all that knew you.

RIP brownie Bear March 29th, 2004.

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