In Memory

The best dog we ever had. It was more like having a person around than a dog. We have had four other german shepherds, all great dogs. But you always have the one that steals your heart away and just is what the others can't compare to 100%. Even though we love all our dogs equally, there still is something different with each and every dog you have that touches your heart in a different way. Cookie did this. She could carry on a conversation with you in doggie language. It was great. I could ask her to go get a specific toy, she could. I could ask her to take food off my fork without touching the fork she could. She was our baby for 12 years. 12 special years that we wished so bad we could get back. Someday in heaven, we will!!! Love you Cookster and miss you very much!! Your human sister!!

Daisy was a silky terrier. She died December 2006 at 14 1/2 years old. She was a great dog. She got pretty mean and protective over her owners and food. She was also very aggressive toward other animals but for the most part very nice. She only weighed 10 lbs. but she thought she was a lot bigger. We had a lot of good times with her and miss her but will always remember her.

We adopted Dakota 9 years ago, she was a hyper, slobbering nervous girl, in time she calmed down but the last 3 years of her life she was blind but adapted well, knew the layout of our house and went out her doggie door, then katrina hit and changed our lives forever, we lost our home and moved 4 times, though all of that after we bought our new home she began to adjust again then on 10/5/2007 she had a stroke, and could no longer walk, the vet said she may never walk again, and i didn't want to put her though any more pain, so i made the decision with my husband to put her down, I stayed with her and she passed peacefully, but our home will never be the same and I will always miss her, but I am glad I got the privilege to take care of her for her remaining years.

When I was 9, my mother remarried. We moved into her husband's house where he lived with his youngest son. And like a snowflake falling in July, my whole word was completely out of the norm. Suddenly at the age of 9 I lived in a house, but not a home, surrounded by everything, but I had nothing. My mother drifted into her newlywed lifestyle, regularly forgetting that I felt absolutely lost and entirely alone. My newly acquired step-family lacked welcome arms and the new town we lived in seemed just as cold.
After a few months my mother took notice that I was regularly depressed and thankfully came up with a 9 year olds greatest anti-depressant, a kitten. I fell in love the moment I held that furry little bundle of joy and she covered my face in kitty kisses; I had never seen anything so perfect. She was a calico, with white little boots and a matching tuxedo front. The most loyal of cats I had ever met, she would only allow me to hold her and would rush to sit in my lap. Finally I had something and how wonderful it was.
As the years went on I enlisted in the United States Marine Corps and with the title Marine under my belt I was deployed to serve my time in Iraq during the year 2005 (I was now 21). I remember hugging and covering my cat in kisses, how I would miss her. I served my time in Iraq, missing home, my family, my friends, and my cat.
After 10 months in Iraq I came home, greeted by friends and family, but my happy tears soon turned sour as my mom told me the dreaded news; my cat hadn’t come home in over two months. They last saw her July 29th, I came home Oct 1st just 3 days before my birthday. I felt like I was 9 again, lost and alone. For weeks after that I went on searches for my cat, calling every shelter and vet in the state, searching the web, and after 2 months my heart dropped as I knew I would probably never see her again.
With my recent deployment and the loss of my cat, again I went into a depression. February came and I needed to have a physical done to make sure I was still alright to serve in the military. I was assigned to a new doctor, one who knew nothing about me, and I remember being thrilled because that would be one less person to explain anything too, no personal questions.
At the end of the physical a nurse came in and started chatting with the doctor as I collected my things. Impossible to avoid, their conversation went something along the lines of, "Found any owners yet"? My doctor replied with a sigh and just shook her head while saying, "I don’t want to give them to a shelter; I would like to give them to someone who I know will take care of them". Perhaps she noticed me staring at them talk because suddenly my doctor looked at me and said, "You want a kitten?" I must have looked like a fool when I muffled out a weak, "Okay".
My doctor kind of laughed and gave me her address and directions to her house, she told me to come by later that afternoon. I went home, upset that I had said okay. There was no way I could love another cat as much as my lost one, no way. I decided I would show up to my doctor’s house to let her know that I had changed my mind and to explain that I wasn’t ready for a new kitten.
I showed up and she led me to the living room where I was told to wait before I could get in my piece about changing my mind. I heard her laughing in the other room and moments later a bright eyed orange tabby came rushing over too me, more like a dog than a cat, and then leaping into my lap, just crying to be held. I picked her up and she covered me in those same kitty kisses that my other cat had. I could feel the void in my heart slowly filling up with love again. I petted the 4 month old kitten and she lay in my lap purring away.
My doctor sat there explaining why she was giving away the kittens, I was barely listening, and I was too infatuated with this little creature in my lap that was making me feel again. It wasn’t until my doctor started rambling off dates that I looked up in amazement. “Not that it makes any difference, but my cat became pregnant with this litter July 29th.” I didn’t say anything about how my cat had disappeared that same day; I just sat there finding it ironic. “Funny thing, the kitten you are holding was born October 4th, first one of the litter. The rest came minutes later, but minutes later made it October 5th” She smiled sipping on her coffee not realizing that her small talk was hitting extremely close to home. October 4th was my birthday too and the tears came rolling down my face and I held onto this new kitten that would become my new pet to love.
Now some call it coincidence, some don’t care to listen, and others agree that it was destiny in my getting this new kitten. I never got a chance to truly say goodbye to my old cat, but deep down I just know this was a way for her to cover me in those kitty kisses, to leap into my lap, and to show that her love will always be with me.

Disney was more than just a pet to me, she was a real part of my family. she was around ever since I can remember, we "grew up" together. We were the same age. She was born the same year as me, and I really felt like she listened to me, understood me, and knew what I was feeling. If I felt bad she always came up and laid right on my lap, she responded to me when I talked to her, without even saying her name. I just hope that she is okay out there and I hope to meet her again some day, in the next world. Till then I can only hope she knew how much she meant and still means to me.

My dear Ellie Belle.Oh,dear Ellie.
You brought me so much joy in the years you were with me.
You did not know why I did it,but it was for you,my darling baby.
You were scared.Your last hours of life was "hell" for you,I know.
You did not understand.
I had to decide whether to let you suffer or put you to sleep forever.
Of course,I am not a cruel person and in the end,I decided to take you on you last car ride to the vet.
He pushed the needle into your leg and pushed to trigger once he went into a blood vessel.
As your heart stopped,you looked up a me with your big,brown eyes, took your last breath and peacefully went to sleep forever.
I buried you in your favorite place to play,beside the entrance to the doggie grave yard.You loved that spot.I guess because we've buried so many of your friends there.
I put a pot of pink flowers on your grave and every time I visit your grave,I remember all the ups and the downs and all the times you brought happiness and joy to me and my family.
I love you,Ellie dear.
May you rest in peace and you love up all the new arrivals up there at rainbow bridge with your barks and licks.
Love you da baby.
Mommy

Emily we will miss you so much! You were always so delicate and even when you were so sick you never complained and were so sweet and gentle. We love you and words cannot explain how full we feel from your love.

Kang was the best dog! All the bad press about American Pit Bull Terriers (APBT)is a bunch of "hooey!" Kang was loving and kind and the sweetest dog, totally devoted to my son, Ian. He was happy just being with Ian. He loved to ride in the car and especially liked spring poles! This beautiful, sweet dog's life tragically ended on New Year's Day 2007. But he will never be forgotten and in our hearts forever! We'll see you on the other side, dear friend.

Our dear Foxy came to us out of nowhere on July 6, 2004. She was skinny and very scared of everything. We took her in and loved her with all of our hearts. Foxy was a very kind soul. She was a beautiful German Shepherd mix. There will never be another kind soul like her. She had so much unconditional love for everyone around her. We will miss her so much. I know she is Heaven now where she belongs with the rest of the angels. Love you my baby girl. She passed away today August 12, 2009 may God rest her kind soul.

Gabe, my angel, my baby, Mommy loves you and misses you painfully. I'll find you again one day at Rainbow Bridge. I keep you with me every moment of every day. I love you Gabey Baby!!!