Author: Carole

Many years ago there was a little man who lived in a little shack by the railroad tracks. The shack was old and weather worn and the only source of heat was an old wood stove. The shack had a single door and only one small window. The roof sagged and the whole place seemed to lean backwards. The roof was made of overlapping boards; there were no shingles on Happy’s roof.

No one knew his age, where he came form or where he got the name “Happy,” I haven’t a clue. Perhaps it was because he always had a smile on his face. He was a gentle man and was always kind and polite to the town’s people. He always walked with a limp.

Happy had a deep love for pets and would never pass up the chance to adopt another stray dog. He had so many strays living with him that he had to beg for food on the streets and, everyone knew that he was using the food to feed his doggies friends rather than himself.

I remember giving him cans of food, knowing that he would use them to feed his dogs. But, that was our special secret.

One spring, the winter thaw came early. The river, fed by snowmelt and excessive rain, rose rapidly. Happy was asleep in his shack with all of his doggies. Large blocks of ice jammed against the single door, trapping Happy and his many canine friends inside. The single window wasn’t big enough for them to get out through.

It wasn’t until the floodwaters had subsided that the townspeople remembered Happy and his many dogs. When the firemen broke into Happy’s shack they found him in the loft, cuddled up with all his dogs. They had all passed to “Beyond Life’s Gateway” together.

The townspeople felt so bad and I remember crying. Everyone who knew Happy missed him walking the streets, his happy smile and his ever-present following of dogs.

Although many years have now gone by, Happy is still remembered in that town and there has never been another so willing to provide love, food and shelter for the many dogs that no one else wants.

You were my baby Snickers.
We were always there for me throughout my life.
You brought 11 little puppies into this world and
were the greatest puppy mommy EVER!

You always were such a good little girl and never gave me any trouble.
The way you would dance around for a biscuit or the way you and
Sushi would curl up together at night and sleep.
Now you are free to dance around with Freckles your baby
and meet up with your old friend Bear Bear.
You are in no more pain and
you were the best puppy right up until the very end.

I know you will always be watching down over us in between you and
the other doggies running around on top of the clouds eating up
all the biscuits you can in Heaven.

Thank you so much for all the countless memories
you have given to me and to all of us throughout your precious life.
I will miss you so much Sniffy and I will never forget you
my baby girl.

Give Lady Bear Bear Freckles Winston and
Tottles a big puppy kiss for me!
I can’t wait until the day I get to see you run over to me
at the gates and give me a big ol kiss!
I love you Snickers you be a good girl.

Amy

It’s so easy to get caught up in the sadness of a situation. We strive to mourn our loss for now and then celebrate the life of our wonderful dog Kross Kountry Kalifornia *Kali*.

I dedicate this story to your life Kali. There was no sweeter soul.

~*~
Kali wasn’t necessarily the pick of the litter. She won over her master
by tugging on his shoelace when he went to pick out a new puppy.

She was raised in California by her master for the first 4 years of her life.
A new life awaited both of them in Utah.
Kali came to Utah first to live with her extended family for the
first few months until her master could join them.
She warmed up nicely to her new family with 3 new human
kids of her very own to love and protect and a new mom
who loved her liked she loved her own children.
Once her master joined them a few months later,
life was a slice of heaven!

Two years down the road her family decided they loved her so
much they wanted a piece of her to carry-on forever.
They set about finding a mate for her.

On January 4th 2000 Kali had a litter of beautiful pups.
Her family called them her Y2K pups.
There were 5 of them 4 girls and 1 boy.
(The first one she had in one of her human kid’s bed!)
Although Kali tried her hardest to revive her 1 of the
girls was stillborn.
Kali was saddened by this but turned her attentions to her
new babies and took loving care of them.

Her family took her pups to the vet’s one day to dock their
tails and clip their dew claws and they knew that Kali
would want to be there too.
Wow! What a mistake!
Kali heard her babies crying in the back room from
the procedure and proceeded to howl and growl to
be near her pups!
Her mom had to take her outside so she couldn’t hear them
whining but she was NOT pleased!
Her Master brought the pups to her in a small box and Kali tried
to her hardest to squeeze her medium frame into this large shoe
box to suckle her pups! Her mom and dad Master
got quite a kick out of this!

It was a bittersweet time for her family.
They had the joy of watching Kali give life to her beautiful pups
and grow into a wonderful caring mother.
But then came the time when they realized they couldn’t
keep all 4 pups and it was time to sell them.
Her family kept 2 of them. The male and a female their names
are Zoey and Buddy.
Her mom’s mother also kept one and she is named Jiggy
she looks the most like her mother Kali.
A loving family drove 6 hours to buy the last female we called
her Miss Perfect they named her Maggie before they
left the house that day.

Kali took very good care of her pups just like she took
wonderful care of her human kids.

Kali loved to go fishing.
She would watch the bobber in the water for hours on end
because she knew sooner or later as that bobber came up
so would a fish!

Kali would perk her ears whenever someone said,
“get the bird!” although sometimes the bird was a mouse
that had gotten in the house!

Kali loved to go camping with her family.
Her last days were spent with her mom and master in
the mountains camping. She played in meadows of wildflowers
and dipped her nose in the clear pure mountain streams all the
while her aging body was shutting down.

An ugly tumor was invading her body but not damaging
her precious soul. The vets felt optimistic that maybe with the
removal of her spleen and the tumor she
would live for awhile longer.

Her family and her pups gathered around her before her surgery,
giving her a circle of love to strengthen her and just in case
saying their good-byes.

Kali survived the surgery and her family gathered around her at the
vet’s once again to give their love to warm her through the night.
In the morning the family gathered to her side again at the clinic
and brought her some of the comforts of home;
a blanket she liked to sleep on and a stuffed teddy bear for
her to rest her weary head on.
In the afternoon another visit was paid to her.
The vet asked her mom to encourage her to stand up and walk a bit.
So her mom bent down to Kali beckoning her “get the bird!”
Kali’s tail wagged and slowly she propped herself up.
Her mom took her for a short walk outside so she
could relieve herself.

The vet said this was very encouraging! In fact it was so encouraging
that the family was given permission to come back in a couple
of hours to pick her up and bring her home.
So her mom told her “Take a nap and rest Kali.
I’ll be back soon to bring you home.”

An hour later when the vet went to check on her Kali had fallen asleep
and slipped out of this life.

Kali lost her life to cancer 2 months shy of her 9th birthday.
She gave it a valiant fight to the end but in the end she knew
it was time to go.
She knew her family had all came to say their good-byes
and the thought of her dying in her home in front of her
family made her sad.
She knew the right time to go.

Her master brought her home.
Her family once again gathered around her in a
circle of love and mourned their loss.
You will be missed Kali.
More than you could ever know.

~*~

Thank you for showing us unconditional love.
For making us better people and giving us the gift of your essence.
We were truly honored to have you with us for a short time.
Now you go ‘get them birds!’ baby!

Thanks for reading…

Shelley and Steve

PEPPER WAS A CAT THAT WE ADOPTED FROM THE
ANIMAL SHELTER.
HE WAS A SWEET FRIENDLY CAT.
WE LOVE HIM ALOT. BUT THEN ONE DAY AS WE WERE
COMING HOME WE FOUND HIM LYING ON THE ROAD DEAD.
HE WAS A VERY LOVING CAT AND WE MISS HIM GREATLY.
MY LITTLE 10 YEAR OLD COUSIN ALISON
TOOK IT THE HARDEST.
I WILL NEVER FORGET THE WORDS SHE POSTED UPON
THE BACK OF OUR COMPUTER,

I AM IN HEAVEN.
I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH.
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN SOMEDAY.

AND NOW I KNOW THAT WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOMEDAY
AT THE RAINBOW BRIDGE NEVER AGAIN
TO BE APART.

HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST

THE LORD SAW THAT YOU WERE TIRED
AND A CURE WAS NOT TO BE.
SO HE PUT HIS LOVING ARMS AROUND YOU
AND WHISPERED “COME WITH ME”.

WITH TEAR-FILLED EYES WE WATCHED
AS WE SAW YOU PASS AWAY,
ALTHOUGH WE LOVED YOU DEEPLY,
WE COULD NOT MAKE YOU STAY.

A GOLDEN HEART STOPPED BEATING
AND LOVING EYES WERE CLOSED,
GOD TOOK AWAY YOUR PAIN AND SORROW
BECAUSE HE LOVED YOU SO.

WE LOVE YOU PEPPER AND YOU WILL
NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.
YOUR MEMORY STILL LIES WITHIN OUR HEARTS.
PLEASE BE THEIR TO GREET US WITH LOVING PURRS
AND A LOVING MEOW AND WE WILL GREET YOU
WITH LOVING OPEN ARMS.

GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN.

ALISA

Milo was just 8mths the day he sadly died.
He had been the best escape artist I ever met no amount of fencing
could keep that little guy in.
Just a month previous to his death Milo had suffered a broken
jaw and two black eyes due to being knocked down by a car
on one of his many escapades.
On the day of his accident I made the decision he would never be
alone in the yard again but if he had to be out alone
he would be chained up.
Milo soon recovered and wanted to be free again.
Friday 13th July 2001 the inevitable happened.
Milo was chained in the yard too close to the back fence he
jumped over the ground being much lower on the other side
Milos neck broke he died almost instantly as the chain just wasn’t
long enough to reach the other side.

I will miss that little guy for the rest of my life he was my protector
my companion and my best friend and will never forgive
myself for being so careless.

I love you baby and am so terribly sorry for not checking on
you sooner wait for me I will come
get you someday.

Love,
Mummy
xxxxxxxxxx

One evening as my husband Dave and I came home we
decided to play a trick on our 5 dogs.
We slipped in the back door without them knowing and
Dave started slapping on the dryer just inside of the back door.
Well all five dogs came running barking their heads off as they
thought someone broke in.
When they realized who it was they all stopped barking
except for one. Still barking in the background was
one lone voice Teddy.
He just kept on barking until I searched him out to tell him
who it was. Unbeknownst to us Teddy had been in the back
room of the house when we came in snooping around for a bone
and when we came in he hid under the guest bed.
This little boy was afraid of strangers and always hid when
strangers came to the door.
He thought we were strangers and typical Teddy that he was,
he would bark but not show his face.
When I finally found him I coaxed him out from under the bed
as Dave just howled with laughter over Mighty Mouse’s
fierce barking while scared to show his face.
We still talk about that time today and laugh and laugh over
Teddy’s antic.
We love Teddy Bear and will always have his wonderful memories
to keep him alive in our hearts until we meet again at the
Rainbow Bridge.

I wanted to share this special memory of our baby boy
Lhasa to help other’s find the courage to smile after the initial
pain is gone.

See you soon baby boy.

Marlena and Dave

Maggie came into our life just 3 days after we lost our
Boston Terrier named Beau.
Maggie is a Border Collie/Springer Spaniel mix that was
adopted from a animal shelter. We know Maggie can not ever take
the place of our beloved little Boston Terrier but she did help
us in her own way.
Her and I had a very hard start in the beginning as I only
knew one kind of a dog Boston Terriers.
Among many tears that was almost 3 years ago
and Maggie is still with us.
She has a way of making us laugh with her silly things
she does.
We still think and talk about Beau and know he is out of his
misery with the seizures.
He must be looking down on us and thinking

“I told you two to give her a chance she would work out”.

Vicki George
and Maggie Muentzer

On April 15 2002 after an extended and difficult pregnancy
one of my mares delivered twins.
We did not know that she was carrying twins.
She has had foals before without problems.
Spree is not only a horse on my farm she is a special horse.
I trained her myself and we share a special bond.
I am the only person that she enjoys riding with.
She has given me many special times and I grieve for her loss
of her babies as well as mine.
The twins were the result of years of planning
and we miss them.
They were stillborn and never had a chance to show us
how great they were. They were both golden palomino in color
and I know their gold coats are shining brightly in
heaven today and forever.
We are desperately trying again this week to create
a brother or sister to these girls but
I will never forget them.

Sabrina

Tippy was born in May of 1992.
I can still remember the very day that we brought him home.
I was 11 years old at the time. He was just this little ball of fur.
Years went buy and Tippy had grown into a full adult
and was part of our family. He was like a child to us.
Someone that I would look forward to seeing each day when
I would come home. I would call his name and no matter if he
was asleep or not he would awake and come to me.
I would always talk to Tippy and he would talk to me
in his own way of talking.
Tippy has brought so much love and happiness to our lives,
it’s almost unbearable the pain that we feel.
I feel as if my life is no longer complete without him.
I know as days go by the pain will get easier
but his memory will never be forgotten.

To you Tippy may you rest in peace my baby.

Your Memory Will Live Through Me Forever.

Love you always,

Your Best Friend

Kelly

My dog Hope was my sixteenth birthday present.
She is a collie/shepherd mix that I got at the Humane Society.
She has been the sweetest and best friend a girl could have ever
asked for and now after more than 15 years I am having to
put her down due to old age and arthritis setting in.
She is 15 totally deaf for the past year and half or so,
is almost totally blind and has arthritis real bad in her hind quarters
and some in her front legs. I always promised her and myself that
I would never let her go to the point of suffering and now
we’re at a point where I feel like if I don’t do something
that is the next step for her.
She can’t stand in one place very long without her rear end
dropping to the ground. She used to go out in the field behind our
house to use the restroom but last year she got to where she
wouldn’t leave the yard and now sometimes I find where she’s
gone on the concrete part of the drive and that’s just not her.
She tries to walk around the yard with me but it’s too hard for her to
go all the way so she will just turn and go back to the house.
That hurts.
When I was younger she went everywhere and did everything
with me because my parents were always gone.
When I was 16 I would go to high school each day and
then to work afterwards. When I would come home she would be
the only one there ’cause my parents had a condo at the
other end of town where there business was and my
Mom didn’t trust my Dad to stay there all the time by himself
so she would stay out there too and I would be left with Hope.
That was okay. We shared a box of macaroni and cheese
just about every evening and we would go to the park and walk
and stop and get an ice cream cone on the way
home and share it too.
I didn’t mind I knew where her mouth had been back then
and she was pretty clean.
She’s just been so good. It doesn’t seem fair to have
to let her go.
The nights I would stay home alone we lived out
in the country and sometimes I would get scared.
She would see me walking around the house checking things
and she would get out of the bed and go lay by the
back door and look at me as if to say
“You can go on back to bed now I’ll keep an eye on things
for you”…..and she did.
She would walk to the bus with me and would never go back
to the house until the bus was completely out of site and then
when I came home she would be waiting for me long before
the bus ever go there.
She has never snapped snarled or growled at anyone in her life
and I have seen small children sit on her and put
grass and rocks on her.
I have seen kids pull on her tail reach into her food bowl
when she’s trying to eat and she would never offer to hurt them.
As a matter of fact my niece reached in her food bowl one time
when she/the niece was about a year and half old and Hope
just backed away and sat down until we got her away
from her food.
She is so gentle and loving not just to people
but to other animals.!
She loves every other animal that will let her.
She used to wrestle with our neighbor’s raccoon.
She has always played and been friends with our cats
other dogs birds whatever.
She’s just an all around great dog and I will miss her
so much! I thank God for each day that he has allowed me
to be a part of her life because I think she has taught me
more than I ever taught her.
She will truly be missed.
My heart goes out to everyone who ever has or
ever will lose a pet because she is the closest thing to a
family member that I have ever lost and I just don’t know
how a heart could hurt any more than mine does now.
I believe that God has his own plan for our little furry loved ones.
It’s just inconceivable to me to think that when they
die it’s just over. I don’t buy that!
I trust that he will take care of her because she
has taken care of me.

Christy

Candy was a beautiful female boxer..
her fur was brindle and the minute we received her we
knew she was as sweet as candy…so that became her name.
The times I spent with her were cherished forever.
Then came the day that we took her to the vet and we were told
the horrible news…she had heart worm.
They also told us that there was nothing we could do…
not even giving her the heart worm pills would save her.
We were also told that if an operation were to happen…
she had only 15% chance of surviving.
So we played as much as we could…on the contrary she
lasted many years after that horrible vet visit.
But then…unfortunately came the day that she started throwing
up blood. I was at home and back then I was only 12…
now I am 13.
I called my parents in pouring tears telling them that Candy was
trembling and she was throwing up blood.
My parents immediately called my grandfather who came to pick
her up and take her to the vet.
That was the last time I saw her.
One day later they put her to sleep…she was suffering too much
and there was nothing they could do for her…
and now…I miss her more than ever…
and as I write this story I am crying my heart out…
CANDY…I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!

If you have a beloved puppy or pet…give them their heart worm pills
and take them to the vet often…for this might never happen to you…
if you have comforting words to tell me…or
just want to send me your tragic loss…please email me at:

icinggirla2007@hotmail.com

Thank you for listening…may this never happen to you.

Michelle

Well it all started when I was sitting on the couch.
I heard a meow outside. I turned to see an orange cat with
the most beautiful eyes.
I ran to the door and he got scared and ran.
The next night he returned to eat. I walked up to him.
He was so thin.
My mom said I could feed him so I did.
I let him eat for a little while.
Then I wanted to pet him so I did using a gentle stroke.
We became friends.

That is how it went for those days.
In the evening I would go outside and sit on the porch.
I would just sit and wait for the stray cat to come.
I had to give him a name that went good with his colors.
So I looked and saw a whole bunch of orange.
Then I saw a little bit of gray on his back it looked like smoke.
So I thought of the name Smokey.

Every evening I would see him and tell him secrets I never
told to anyone. We were best buds.

The next couple of months went by.
Until one day my sister called my mom.
I listened to their conversation.
Then I asked my mom what was wrong.
She said that there was an orange cat in the middle
of the road.
So my mom and I went to look and see if it was Smokey.
I was the first to get out of the car. I looked at the cat.
It was orange with a little bit of gray at the top.
It was my Smokey.
So we took him home and buried him.
I cried and cried that day.
My friend Smokey was hit by a car.

I love you my Smokey

Jessica

After the death of my Cocker
I searched every week at the SPCA for the right dog passing by
many until I was ready to make a decision.
And then I saw a Springer !
I kept thinking about her. My mind was made up.
I adopted her no name no history found as a stray.
Heidi was the name I called as in my favorite childhood book.
She slept on my bed with me from day one.
Two weeks later she fell off of the bed with a severe seizure.
In a panic I called the vet and took her into the emergency clinic.
We put her on medication that controlled her problem for 2 years.

One night at 3 AM in the morning once again Heidi had a seizure.
She never came out of it.
I took her into the emergency clinic.
It wasn’t the first time. They gave her valium as needed but there
was no response. “We can’t do anything more for you”.
I did not want to see her suffer any longer and made a
decision to put her out of her misery.
She died in my arms.

I still can see her sitting beside me on the sofa.
She had huge eyes that would look into mine for long periods
of time almost as if she adored and admired me.

Heidi was a gift.

Susan

When someone loses a special pet it is hard to live without him/her.
They realize for a long time that it is very hard to see other
neighbors walking dogs and not having one them selves.
It is even hard not to cry when they see a dog movie even
if it’s a hilarious Scooby Doo movie.
To my mom my dog Max has become a daughter for 17 years
and her best friend but when she left may mom knew it was
the time and she knew that Max would be very happy with
no more falling down stairs and no more sore hips.
On that day that Maxine left there was a beautiful rainbow and
we all knew that she had crossed the rainbow bridge and we
would all see her some day when we leave too.
To help remember every stage of her life before she was put to sleep
my mom and I made a big colage with a lot of her pictures.
There were pictures of when my parents got her for
Christmas at 6 weeks old when she rolled around egg cartons
with her nose and camping with my parents etc.
Then my brother came and Max would be his pillow at night
and watch him play.
When I was born I was 2 and Max was almost 6.
She was still very playful and loved tennis balls.
She loved playing in the sprinklers with Ian and I when I was about
2 so she was 7 or 8.
In the winter my parents would have snowball fights with her.
Max would catch the snow in her mouth and sometimes
bark at it. She barked at waves on beaches too.

Every pet is a special angel that lives on earth to make a
special humans life extra wonderful.
When the angel dies she returns to her original home and
waits for her family on the other side of
the rainbow bridge.

Jane

MY PRECIOUS SWEETIE”

MY BABY BOY I SUPPOSE A MILLION TIMES WOULD NOT HOLD ALL THE LITTLE STORIES I CAN REMEMBER ABOUT YOU. FROM THE BEGINNING YOU WERE ABOUT THE SIZE OF A MOUSE THAT GREW INTO A LITTLE RAT. A VERY MISCHIEVOUS LITTLE ONE AT THAT YOU WERE SO SMART YET A GREAT PRETENDER TO BE SO HELPLESS. WHAT YOU REALLY WERE DOING WAS USING THAT LITTLE MIND OF YOURS TO HAVE YOUR WAY. YOU COULD WHINE AND LOOK SO PITIFUL IF I WAS SITTING IN OUR FAVORITE SPOT AND YOU WANTED ME TO PICK YOU UP INSTEAD OF JUST JUMPING UP THERE. THAT WAS ONE WAY YOU KNEW YOU COUILD GET ME TO BE THE ONE TO BEG YOU TO SIT WITH ME-WHEN ALL THE TIME YOU WANTED TO SIT WITH ME JUST AS MUCH AS I DID YOU. THAT WAS OUR GAME.

WE SHARED SO MANY LITTLE MOMENTS LIKE THAT. YOU LOVED TO GET A HOLD OF A PIECE OF CANDY AND AWAY YOU WOULD GO. IT WAS QUITE A JOB TO GET A TOOTSIE ROLL POP FROM YOUR MOUTH. IT WAS ALL IN FUN AND LOVE MY DARLING AND MAMAW KNOWS THAT SO WELL. WE WERE REAL BUDDIES AND YOU LOVED FOR MIDMORNING TO COME AND DKNOW WHEN MY CARE WOULD DRIVE UP. YOU EVEN KNEW THE SOUND OF MY KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

SOMETIMES WHEN I WOULD COME AFTER YOU I WOULDN’T HAVE THE RIGHT KEY AND YOU WOULD SCRATCH THE DOOR AND BARK AS TO TELL ME TO HURRY UP. TIME WAS AWAITING! YOU LOVED TO GET IN MY CAR AND START DOWN THE ROAD. I HAVE TOLD MOMIE HOW YOU WOULD GIVE A BIG SIGH AS WE ENTERED ONTO THE MAIN ROAD LIKE AS IF YOU KNW YOU HAD IT MADE.

WE WENT ON ALL KIND OF TRIPS. MY LEFT ARM WOULD GET RATHER TRIED WHEN I HAD BEEN DRIVING FOR A WHILE BECAUSE YOU SAT RIGHT UP ON IT AND HAD TO LOOK OU THE WINDOW. IT’S A GOOD THING MY WINDOWS WERE UP BECAUSE YOUR FIERCE BARK WOULD HAVE SURELY MADE SOMEONE AFRAID.

YOU OFTEN STAYED FOR SEVERAL DAYS WITH MAMAW WHEN YOUR MOMIE AND DADDY WOULD GO TO NEW ORLEANS OR DALLAS. THEY DID THAT A LOT TO SEE FRIENDS.

ONCE MOMIE WENT TO L.A. CALIFORANIA AND YOU STAYED A LONG TIME WITH ME. THAT IS REALLY WHEN WE GOT TO LOVING EACH OTHER SO MUCH. WHEN MOMIE WOULD CALL TO SAY HI AND HOW WERE WE I WOULD PLACE THE SPEAKER PHONE AND YOU WOULD JUMP UP AND JUST BARK AND BARK AT HEER AS TO SAY…WHY DON’T YOU COME ON HOME OR STOP HIDING IN THAT PHONE!!

WE WERE SO CLOSE AND AS YOU GOT OLDER EVERYONE GOT TO KNOW YOU BECAUSE I TOOK YOU EVERYWHERE I WENT. ONCE I HAD TO TAKE MY MOTHER – (BIG MAMAW) TO SEE HERE SISTER IN A HOSPITAL ABOUT 4 HOURS AWAY FROM US. I WAS KEEPING YOU AGAIN SO YOU REALLY HAD A BIG TRIP TO GO ON. THIS TIME I HELD YOU ALL THE WAY THERE AND ALL THE WAY BACK IN YOUR FAVORITE POSITION ON MY ARM LOOKING OUTSIDE. WE HAD TO GO INTO THE EMERGENCY EXIT AND I HAD NO WHERE TO LEAVE YOU SO YOU GOT TO GO RIGHT ON IN THAT GREAT BIG HOSPITAL (WITH YOUR HEAD STICKING OUT OF MY PURSE). MY AUNT WAS HAPPY TO SEE YOU.

YOUR MOMIE LET YOU GO INSIDE TO VISIT BIG MAMAW IN THE HOSPITAL TOO. YOU WERE SO TINY THAT YOU EASILY FIT INTO A LARGE PURSE AND IF SOMEONE SAW YOU QUICKLY YOU WOULD WORK YOUR MAGIC ON THEM AND THEY WOULD PRETEND THEY SAW ONLY A LITTLE ANGEL.

THAT IS WHAT YOU WERE TOO MY BABY FOR I TRULY BELIEVE THAT YOU WERE A SPECIAL CREATURE THAT GOD GAVE TO THIS FAMILY FOR A GREAT PURPOSE. WITH YOU MOMIE UNCLE SCOTTY AND UNCLE JASON ALL BEING LEFT ALONE SO MUCH THEY ALL GREW UP RATHER SHY OF LOVE. YOU BROKE THAT SPELL SO EASILY WHERE YEARS NOT OTHERS COULD. WE ALL LEARNED TO LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND ALL KNEW YOU WERE SO VERY SPECIAL.

IT WAS AS IF YOU WERE TOO PERFECT AND YOUR LOVE TOO SPECIAL FOR A MERE HUMAN FAMILY. I SUPPOSE THAT IS WHY GOD CALLED YOU AWAY SO SUDDENDLY AND SO YOUNG. YOU GOT HERE AND DID YOUR JOB AND IT WAS TIME TO MOVE ONTO THE NEXT PLACE A LITTLE ANGEL BOY WAS NEEDED YET ALWAYS KEEPING IN MIND THAT WE ALL LOVED YOU SO MUCH I AM CERTAIN YOU DID US TOO. BABY BOY I AM SO SORRY IF I SPOILED YOU TOO MUCH A WHEN I DIDN’T MAKE YOU MIND LIKE WHEN YOU STARTED TO JUMP OUT OF PEOPLE’S ARMS I DIDN’T WANT MOMIE TO SPANK YOU OR SPEAK HGARSH TO YOU.

I THINK I MAY HAVE CAUSED YOU TO FALL THAT NIGHT YOU JUMPED AND SHE DIDN’T CATCH YOU AND YOU FELL AND DIED AFTER JUST LEAVING MY HOUSE.

I AM SOOO SORRRY MY LOVE. I ONLY LOVED YOU SO MUCH AND FELT THAT ONLY LOVE AND SOFTNESS WERE WORTHY OF YOU.

FORGIVE ME MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY,
YOU ARE MY ENDLESS LOVE.

MAMAW
”

My sweet and pure blonde Freckles was the most compassionate
companion one could have each pet is unique in their
own special way of course.
But Freckles had her way of being so unique and very much verbal
that is what is missed the most she spoke a lot she did not bark
unless someone was at the door or if she saw an airplane far away up
in the sky at night with the flickering lights she would bark at it
and I oftened wondered what she was barking at and my gosh this
plane was far away in the sky and she had excellent vision.

I had gotten Freckles when she was only 6 weeks old or so and
she loved to be inside my nap sack everywhere I took her she went
people just loved her she had a few freckles on her face and her body
was Buff and white very curly hair that is for sure.
She loved to communicate at dinner time but I would not give her
food from the table once in a great while I would give her italian pasta
her favorite penne pasta one or two.
Other than that she was very good at eating her regular food.
After losing Buffy her companion back in 1994 it was very
difficult for her to go on she grieved for 6-7 months and would
always howled in the afternoon and would look around for her as
the months passed us by it was just Freckles and I at the time
and we had a special bond.
Freckles and Buffy prior to that had visited me in the hospital,
I had anterior posterior spinal fusion and was in was gone for
about 5 months so at night I would speak to her and Buffy
over the speaker phone.

I missed them so much while I was gone but on the 4th of July
she came up to visit me I was finally then able to sit up in a
wheel chair from my spinal cord injury.
She was so happy to see me and so was Buffy Buffy was the
Queen that is for sure. Freckles did not want to go home that 4th of July
and she liked the fire works from the hospital.
Once home she always stayed by my side she made sure I had
everything and stayed by my side without leaving unless
it was for feeding or potty.
Freckles loved to be read to I have photographs of her being
read to even recently in California she liked it at Balboa Park
in San Diego.
She loved the ocean too she did not mind going into the water.
And going into the vehicle was the best of all even better than food.
She would look at me and stare and I knew this because I would see
from the corner of my eye and she did not just come over and sit on
my lap she would do so if I would raise my eye brows
or signal with my head.

She was incredible once on my lap she would turn to kiss me in
thanking me over and over she actually would thank me too much
I would have to say okay please you welcome stop now,
because I had to drive. But yet she would still turn and thank me again
and kiss me all over it was just like clock work the way she would react.
Then later she spoke she loved to talk and mainly when it was time
for feeding I fed her at 7am and 4pm so therefore in the afternoon
that is when she would approach me and talk over and over.
Freckles loved and admired music she would sit in front of the
TV and watch VH1 and nod her head side to side so even when I
would play a CD she enjoyed it very much so.
When she would sleep she was so respectful always making sure I
was okay with my spine many times when the Ambulance would come
for ER she made sure that things were okay she would pace and
look at the Firefighters and then even pick up anything of mine.
She would speak to them and they would be totally shocked that
she was trying to talk to them.

When Freckles was on the sofa and you say excuse me she would
right away sit up and look at you with a question?
“do I move over or do you want me down”?
She would stay by the shower each time when I took my shower
or bath she and my present dog Moka would always hang out
waiting to see what I was going to do next.

When it was time to go to bed and I would set the alarm she knew
to lay down immediately in her place then she would get
up on the bed later. I never had to remind her to go potty she always
did things on her own until her getting sick on this past month.
She always faced the challenges that each day would bring and
she comforted me or anyone who needed it.
She loved people to be surrounded by them when they would
come over specially my parents and always with us when we
would come home from some where but I have spent 24/7
with Freckles since 1994 always with her no matter what if I left it was
for a short period of time no longer than two hours or so.
Freckles had this look in her eyes that it was like she was a dreamer
and she thanked you always and she would squint her eyes if
something would go wrong and wrinkle her nose at the same time
and ask for forgiveness if she had gotten into the Kleenex box
which a couple of times she and Moka had done that if I would leave.
Freckles was a very patient girl there was always something she
would do for me as she laid by me I remember now on how she
would look at me when I would cuddle Moka I would get this
stare like “hmmm what about me”

Freckles has been with me through thick and thin and
I gave her the best I treated her better than myself until recently
when she became ill within the past week she went down hill but
more so when the doctor made a huge mistake and gave her
Rimyadl for the wrong reasons and did not want to do blood
work because blood work was done in April but to me that was not
enough April is a long time to me.
In her tribute I mention some on what happened to her.
She was treated for the wrong reasons and died and when I gave
her mouth to mouth I begged her to come back to me she did for
few seconds and then she was gone.
Freckles was a fighter that is for sure she suffered big time and
she should have not suffered the way she did yet she hung in
there amazing my girl I know prayer is a garden for planting good things
and Freckles is my garden of life she cherished Butterflies gosh she
would talk to them follow them chase them and even chase their
shadows more so than the butterfly itself.
It as amazing to hear her voice her eagerness to chase butterflies
and talk to them or even to me.
She would put her rubber ball on my body and talk to me and
wait for me to pick it up and throw it and she’d bring it back
and put it on my body. There was never a shady moment of despair
with her until now. She was always very well high spirited and
mainly for eating she was more happy to eat in the afternoon
she would gallop like a horse and Moka would try to imitate her
and follow her to the dish bowls.
Christmas was fun for her wrapping gifts was another of her
favorites and specially if the gift was for her and Moka she would
stay there and watch just like on Thanksgiving she would
guard the Turkey in the oven and never leave the kitchen until
later at bedtime if I would say okay bed time.
Her Birthday we shared together for the last 11 1/2 years and
her name would be on the cake of course I never gave her cake
she would get her favorite carrot apple oat treats.

Freckles knew everything and she perceived far and near.
I hold her in my thoughts in my soul and heart and gives me
this sense of healing yet also the pain still lingers on.
This house is all Freckles no matter what I do she is there
and I feel her but I truly want to see her I close my eyes
and she is there I open them and she is not yet I feel her there,
I hear her voice and what gets me the most is that she knows
that she should have not had to die this way it was not her time,
down the road perhaps but not that day.
I miss my girl and gosh the vehicle I purchased was for her I knew she
liked trucks so instead I got an SUV and she loved it.
But Freckles loved any vehicle as long as it moved she was a girl
that appreciated being alive she appreciated everyone around her
and she was very kind.
She always knew about my spinal cord pain she would lay
next to me on the days that were worse than others and we
would play no matter what laying together and
she protected me as I did her.
I just wish I had protected her more so this past month from the
neglect and failure of the vet who made a huge mistake and they
know they did but that doesn’t bring my Freckles back home
to be with Moka and us.
I miss her tremendously more than I can ever describe it lingers on
her ambition to always do good and help was amazing and to smile
she loved to smile but mainly to talk she was a talker
in fact she spoke in her sleep and it would wake her up and
she would look around like “um okay what was that”
oh yeah that was not me and she would go back to sleep
that is what Freckles would do.

The sky and music and roads were Freckles ambition…
That is why I chose the sky for her tribute which Carole did for me the other
day with her photo.
Her leaving on June 23/2002 is something I wish I could take back.
The birthdays which is the same as mine I will still celebrate her life from here on out.

I love you Freckles I want to be with you so badly it aches.

Love,

Andre`

What a marvelous little puppy came into lives in May of 1992!
You were the little “runt”
but Mom could see that you were going
to need a “BIG” name
to go with all of that spunk.
So “Brutus” it is!
You proved many times over that the name would fit you perfectly.

Well Mom decided you were definitely the pick
of our little “Susie’s” litter
and would be the perfect pet
for our new Grandson Brandon.
We were going to have to keep you for just a little while
until Brandon moved out of an apartment and into a house.

That “little while” became a whole year.
The time came to take you to your new home with Brandon.
Guess what?
Brandon’s Mom and Dad were on our doorstep
early the next morning
with you in their arms.
Mom you have to take Brutus back.
He is so bonded to you. He cried all night!

Well Brutie you were to become the greatest addition to our family.
A family could never asked for a more faithful loving friend.
Thank you for staying by my side so faithfully through
my chemotherapy for breast cancer.
I couldn’t have survived without your little smile and
little body next to me.

Remember when we cuddled under the quilt together
when I wasn’t feeling good?
I can’t forget what a great little companion you were to Dad
as he was dying of kidney cancer.
We will always remember how you would ride on Dad’s shoulder and
how Dad would joke that you had been raised with a “Parrot”!
You stayed faithfully by Dad until he died.

Yesterday Brutus I had the privilege of holding you until you died
and “yes” Brandon was with me too.
Soon Brandon and I will sprinkle your ashes
on Dad’s grave,we know in our hearts
that you are in Heaven riding Dad’s shoulder again.
We love you more than words can say.
We will see you again one day.

Keep smiling!
Love Mom and Brandon

How do I tell a story about our beloved Cody.
He was the best dog in the world.
We got him as a pup in Feb. 1988 as a graduation present
for our daughter Kathy.
We had lost our dog Skippy in December of 1987.
He was 12 years old and died of heart problems.
We were hesitant to get another house dog because Skippy
was a wonderful dog and figured we could
never have another one like him.

But we answered and ad and
we picked Cody out of a litter of 8 pups.
He was part terrier part blue heeler part ?.
He was mostly all black but his chest area and his paws
were a mixture of black white and gray.
He had two little white hairs coming out of the tip of his tail.
He was so cute.
He sat there looking at us while his litter mates
were jumping and running.
He was straight haired and we felt
that he probably would not shed and
he would be a fairly quiet dog to have in the house.
Boy were we wrong!
He was one wild little puppy when we got him home.
He loved to run and run fast and he was always wrestling
with my husband and playing when he was a pup.

As he got older he would chase me and
try to untie my shoe strings.
He shed like crazy but you know we didn’t care.
Over the years the pleasure
that Cody has given us has been overwhelming.

Eight years ago we got another puppy.
Our daughter brought him home and put him on our bed and
he made himself at home right next to Cody.
They became fast friends and buddies (brothers my husband says).
Where one was the other was.

Cody weighed approximately 50 lbs. and Mickey over 100 lbs.
They both slept with us until a year or so ago
when Cody couldn’t get up on the bed any longer
because of arthritis.
We bought him a pillow bed and put it by my side of the bed and
put a warm blanket on it and t
hat is where he slept until Wednesday.
He loved his little bed.

Over the years Cody has done some funny things.
He used to love to take my father’s socks off and
also my husband’s socks off.
I don’t know how we started that but all you had to say was
“Cody take my socks off” and he would.

He loved everyone. He loved children especially.
He never harmed anything or anyone in his life.
Well except maybe my glasses.
I had left lay on a small table and while I was out of the room
he chewed on them. Not a good thing!
But I forgave him. He brought such joy to our lives.

As he got older the heat bothered him in the summer and
the snow bothered him in the winter.
It was hard for him to get up and down our deck steps.
My husband even put up a flood light up last year
so Cody could see at night to go up and down.

Cody suffered a stroke some years back and
we helped him recover from that.
We thought we were going to lose him then
but thank goodness he recovered.
Then he had a broken left back leg and had a big cast on that.
Didn’t bother him though.

This last year has been hard on him but his spirit was great and
he had a good appetite.
We noticed he had been panting quite a bit lately mostly at night.
A couple of nights we shut him out of the bedroom
because he was panting.
Oh how I wish we hadn’t done that.
He slept out on the living room floor those nights.
He was also drinking quite a bit more water.

Then Tuesday night the 26th I let him out about 10:00 p.m.
before we went to bed.
He was out for a short time and
then I heard him bark that he wanted to come in.
He was so spoiled that when he barked I went out and
stood behind him to help him up the steps.
There were only 4 but sometimes he had a hard time getting up and
we didn’t want him falling backward or hurting himself.
He was so smart he knew I would come help him.
I would always stand behind him and say
“Get your little buns up the steps and be careful.”
He always seemed to know what a person was saying.
When I went out to get him I saw the blood on his mouth.
I brought him in and wiped it off and tried to figure out what was wrong.
The bleeding stopped and he went back to his little bed and
I went to bed also.

Lately (probably the last 4 months or so)
he was constantly licking the tops of his paws
not the bottoms but the tops.
We kept telling him to stop. We didn’t know why he did it.
Any his breath was getting very bad
especially when he was licking his paws.

Anyway he licked his paws during the night that night and
a couple of times I told him to quit and go back to sleep.
In the morning about 6:00 a.m. I got up and
there was more blood on his bed and blanket.
I called the vet and we took him there right away.
I petted him and talked to him on the way to the doctor and
he was bleeding pretty bad the whole way there.
I know he was scared.
He very seldom had to go to the vet.
The vet checked his mouth and said
that there were no ulcers and cuts or tumors.
He said is was probably the liver not working right and
something about his bone marrow not producing clots.
He said with his age and he had cataracts too
that we should probably have him put to sleep.

That even if we spent a lot of money doing tests and
transfusions and such that he would probably still die.
We had to make that awful decision.
My husband (who also loved Cody dearly) made the decision.
I told Cody good-bye and petted him and kissed him and
he looked at me every time
I started to leave with his big brown eyes.
I was just crying so bad.
He knew that things were not good I know he did.
He never wanted to be a problem or anything.
He was such a good dog.

We left him there and went home to dig his grave.
We brought him home then and buried him
where the sun would shine most of the day on his grave and
where I could look out my kitchen window and see him.
He was always laying
in sun beams on our living room floor.
No matter how big the sunbeam was he would try to lay in it.
He was always laying somewhere in the house.
That is why it is so hard for me now.

My husband misses him terribly
but I miss him even worse than that.
He was basically my dog my Cody dog.
He was always following me from room to room and
always laid by my chair when I was at my computer.
I would reach down and just touch him.
It was so comforting to touch him and hug him and
sometimes I would bury my face in his fur.
He loved rubbing up against me and having me pet him.
I just can’t stand the fact that he is gone.
Fourteen years is a long time to have someone so wonderful
in your life and then have him be taken away.
I will always wonder if we did the right thing.

I think if he had passed away during the night on the 26th
I would not feel so guilty.
But having to have him put to sleep is bothering me so bad.
Well Cody I could write volumes about you and
how wonderful you were and
that you were such a good friend and companion.

You were my little Cody and you will always be my little Cody.
I will love you forever you will always by in my heart.
We take our loved ones for granted sometimes and
maybe our pet loved ones even more.
But that does not mean that we don’t love them.
I know that there wasn’t a day go by that I didn’t hug him or
tell him that I loved him.

I keep trying to think back to the few days before he died and
I keep thinking did I tell him I loved him and
did I pay enough attention to him.
He knew how much I loved him and
I know how much he loved me.
He loved us all.
Sometimes you could just look at him and
the way he was looking back just made a person smile.
My husband always told him he looked regal.

Good-bye our sweet little Cody dog.
The love companionship and trust you gave us
will never be forgotten.

Pat & Daryll

Sadie came to me against my will.
I thought
“If I don’t get attached it won’t hurt if something happened.”
Well I tried to ignore this little Black Lab Puppy
that so desperately wanted my attention.
That lasted one day.
I remember lying on the sofa and
this little girl came up to me with those sad eyes and
wanted me to pick her up.
I tried to ignore it but she got the better of me.
I picked her up and immediately tears came into my eyes.
I could feel the love go from her heart to mine.
That day she became my world.

Almost a year has passed and Sadie and I
are like Mother and Daughter.
My vet said that she needed a playmate and
I certainly could not understand why.
Sadie was gaining too much weight and
he thought she needed someone to play with.
Well the look was on and we found Patsy.
A five week old Blonde Golden Mix seemed like the answer.

Sadie was so happy with I brought Patsy to her.
She took to Patsy as if it were her own puppy.
I remember Patsy even tried to nurse from Sadie.
Every night before bedtime
Sadie would wash Patsy and clean her ears.
When she was satisfied that
she was clean they would go off to bed.
Patsy would sleep curled up beside Sadie’s stomach.
My life was filled with joy by these two Dogs.

April 27 2001 my heart was torn out of my chest.
My Patsy left our world due to Chronic Renal Failure.
Sadie and I were heart broken.
Our lives had been changed forever.
Sadie missed Patsy and looked for her.
She would whine and I knew she missed her sister.
My heart was so shattered I could barely function.
Then less than one year later on March 27 2002 I lost my Sadie.
How can this be?
Why would God do this to me?
Sadie was never sick one day in her whole lifetime.
In a matter of two days she was gone.
I feel so confused.
The Vet said she was in Liver Kidney and Pancreas shutdown.
I had to let her go.

I looked into my Sadie’s eyes and I could see her pain.
I had to make the same decision for Patsy just less than a year ago.
I have regretted that decision ever since Patsy left my world.
I was not able to stay with her
because I would have never let her suffering end.
I hated myself for that.
I felt as if I let Patsy down by not being with her till the end.
I was so afraid that I would not be able to let go of Sadie.

On our way to the Vet I laid in the back
with my girl and told her how much I loved her.
I thanked her for loving me for all those years and
that Patsy was waiting in Heaven for her.
I held her in my arms and sang her a song
“I am your Angel.”

The sun was shining on our faces and
in my arms my Sadie drew her last breathe.
Sadie blessed my heart by leaving this world on her own and
without assistance from the Vet.
Just as our hearts exchanged love that very first day I held her
our hearts exchanged love as she laid
in my arms when her last breathe was taken.
Just the two of us nobody else there.

My two Angels are in Heaven now.
Together and happy.
I know Patsy was waiting for Sadie and
now they wait for their Mommy.
My heart will forever be broken from their absence in my life.
They gave me more love in their lifetimes
than I have ever received from any human being.
Unconditionally and without strings my girls loved their Mommy.

To Sadie and Patsy
I love your with all my heart and soul.
Please wait patiently for me
I promise I will one day come to exchange that love again.
My two beautiful Angels rest in God’s care
till I see you in Heaven.
All my Love,

Mommy {Pamela}

My best friend Jasper had to be put to sleep yesterday afternoon
and I feel as if my whole world has been taken away from me.
He had been diagnosed with Cutaneous Histiocytosis
which is an autoimmune disease
which was not considered life threatening and
could be treated with Prednisone.

It was this drug that ultimately took his life away and
I feel so very guilty for having giving it to him…
before I took him to the vet he was a healthy happy lovable boy.
After being put on the drug for one week he deteriorated
lost weight lost his sparkle.

Concerned I took him back to the vet
she changed his drug to Azathioprine
but he still had to be weaned off the other drug Prednisone…..
he seemed to get a little better for 2 days
and then on the evening of March 28 he deteriorated badly…
on March 29th he was put to sleep
due to pancreatitis caused by the drugs…

I am so very very guilty at having put my precious baby
through those treatments but how was I to know
I trusted my vet….
all I can say is if only I could turn back time.

I got Jasper from a dog pound as a puppy
when he was 6 weeks old.
He had been dumped in a box with his two sisters
in the woods and left to die…
luckily someone found them and took them to the dog pound…
whereupon I found Jasper and fell in love with him.
He has been through many struggles in my life
my husband I lost twins Dale and Abbie
at 6 months pregnancy in June of 1998…
the loss was unbearable and I considered suicide…

if it weren’t for the love of my husband and my dog Jasper…
I don’t think I would be here writing this.
Jasper has been my soul mate for so long.
He loved to ride with me in the car.
He loved his walks and sniffing all the new smells every day.
He had a crooked smile…which was so cute
sometimes his lip got caught on his tooth at the side and
it looked like a lopsided grin.
He loved cheese and never failed to race to the fridge
when he heard it open he loved to sniff the breeze
and he loved me and my husband unconditionally
no demands! Just pure love.

I know he is now out of pain and
I am trying to hold on to the beautiful memories…
but it is so quiet here at home…
my husband is currently in Saudi Arabia for a while…
everything is just too quiet…writing this has helped me somewhat
I just felt I had to write about my precious baby Jasper.
Jasper I love you so much and I miss you my friend..

You will always always be in my heart.

Love your mom
Janet
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