Light A Candle in Loving Memories

I found a little kitty left abandoned behind my drier min the garage, so small and frail I had to bottle feed her back to life, being told it was a girl, I named her Chyeanne, When I took her to be spaded, I was given bad news and good news, she was a he and it was cheaper to get him fixed! 🙂

While waiting the dilemma was what to rename the cat as… we were already calling him shi shi kitty so we decided on Shilo!

He grew up in St. Cloud Florida with my children, seen several dogs and cat go over the rainbow, he always seems to adjust easily with whatever pet came into the house… simply leave him alone.

We then moved to Tennessee in 2021, he still being very independent, do not bother me cat! In June 2024, He began to get sick and while on a trip to Ohio, he ended up in an emergency clinic with kidney failure, we began treatments of IV liquids and got him back home to our Vet where meds and special food had him bounce back for a while and we had him several more months, we always wanted quality of life for him and when he went back into kidney failure, we made the decision to let him go to sleep, in peace.

Chucky served as a K-9 till a shoulder injury for the Orange County Sheriffs office in Florida, We were in the right place at the right time to meet his handler/owner Bryan Hughes, where he needed a new home. We brought him home and he bonded with the wife immediately and she became his person. He did go from that K-9 strict dog to a loving family fulltime pet, always protecting and being there for you.

He had the opportunity to go to many Celtic festivals and a road trip from Florida all the way to South Dakota, everywhere we traveled he was by our side.

Chucky will be missed, but never forgotten, he is now at peace.

Our Nick came to me with my wife when we married, but he was always there for me thru all the recoveries from my surgeries. Always in my arm. He was indeed a lap cat, and his purr was the loudest I have ever heard! You always knew he was in the room or near you.

As he reached his 19th year his purr was getting quieter and, in a moment, everything went! He was indeed my buddy, always there to make me feel better, He will be missed the most.

Spike was the runt of the litter from our dog Mandy, He was named for his spike of white hair on his head.

He was “our” family dog and my children grew up with him. As  he got old, a tumor started to grow and we kept him as comfortable as we could till I knew the day had come he needed peace.

Along with my daughter Kristen, we took him to the local animal shelter and said our last goodbyes.