In Memory

samson, you dont know how much you're missed. when you passed i was torn apart into pieces and its almost been one year and i still cry about it. you were the best and i love you! i have never seen this family be that emotional on the day you passed. it was incredible how much love can be inside a persons heart for one animal. a few years ago when you were getting really sick and literally went to heaven for a minute or two and a vet saved your life i couldnt take it. my parents and family knew in their hearts you were too young to go. you were than diagnosed with adisons disease and got a shot every month. you were a fighter and thats what i love about you ! you are still in our hearts and will forever be !! i hope your happy in heaven, healthy & clean & having fun with our other animals! you are reunited with kingston your best friend and jingles the cat and marshmellow the bird and the hamsters who all died in the house fire but once again you are a fighter and you made it through that expierence even though there was nothing left but ashes of our house... I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU SOO MUCH !!!

"Tigger" - I rescued you when you were 6 mos old on your last day of life from the animal shelter with a broken leg and an intestinal parasite. You were given a second chance at life...and what a life you made of it. For 17 years you were our constant companion. You endured move after move, and established your territory in each new neighborhood....with battle scars to prove it. You made a lot of friends over the years, and just as many enemies. Still healthy, fit and fiesty...just no match for car. You demanded respect from people, and once you got it, you were their best friend. Your presence is missed. You were one cool cat.

Wendy chose us when she was 5 weeks old. We went to look at the litter, and Wendy climbed in to my daughter's lap and fell asleep. Wendy really didn't want much to do with other dogs, but she loved people! Anybody and everybody! We lost her at 5 years old due to Renal Failure. Not only does our family miss her, but our whole neighborhood. We miss you, Bird Dog!

When I was 5 years old I was surprised Christmas morning with a puppy, 13 years later we were still inseparable. When both of my parents left, Emily "Jingle Bell" was still at my side. Instead of turning to normal teen mistakes, I made myself be the person she thought I was. She saved me and I tried to keep her until the pain couldn't be controlled. Growing up I thought she'd pass when I stopped needing her, and that day will never come. But, I will see her again. :]

Shortie was a gentle kind hearted rednose pitbull. She was born in February 1996 and passed away suddenly on January 25, 2009. She was the best dog anyone could have ever ask for, she was such a gentle sweet girl. She is missed so much, by the whole family. Til we meet again my friend, memories of you fill my heart.

SIR CHANDLER JODRAY Born: July 10th 2000 Past on: 2003

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle Autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.


In memory of my beloved Chandler.

He was a true friend full of love and happiness.

We will always remember his playfulness.

Always holding him dear to our memories.

Rest in peace dear friend.....

I miss you so much Smoky. You were such a joy to wake up to. My heart is overwhelmed with sadness not being able to see your sweet face. I miss playing fetch with you and your favorite toy mouse. I miss how you would run right over to get your treat before the dogs did. I miss holding you. Thank you for bringing so much joy to my life through the years.

This was not my dog, but my Uncle Fred's samoyed, Snoball, but he lived with me, so she was always around. She followed my sister home one night, and my uncle took one look at her, and declared that she was his. Years passed, and my uncles health declined to the point where he could not work, and the only thing he could leave the house for was to go to Dialysis (3-4 times a week) or his Cardiologist. Other than that, he was home with his dogs (I am now the proud owner of his 15yr old terrier mix, Shadow) all day every day. He had a massive heart attack on June 13, 2006, and Snoball was already starting to decline rapidly. On July 6, I knew it was her time- she had "the look," plus she hadn't eaten in 4 days, and now would not get up from the foot of his bed, not even to do her business. I spoke with my uncle, and his doctors and nurses for me to bring her to the hospital and then to wheel my uncle outside to say goodbye to her before we put her down. So on July 7, I got Snoball to the hospital, brought my uncle outside so they could spend some time together. My uncle was very upset over the impending loss of his pet, and kept saying that he wished he could go with us to the vet, as he wanted to hold her and be the last face she saw. As soon as she saw him, her eyes lit up, but she was just too weak to get up to meet him, and so I used one of his hospital blankets that was on his lap to carry her to him. I placed her on the ground at the foot of his wheelchair, and he petted her and stroked her head and she licked his hand furiously for a while. It was the sweetest thing you ever saw! Well, Snoball was so happy to finally be reunited with her owner, that within 20 minutes of arriving, she laid her head at his feet and died right there, next to the love of her life, making sure his face was the last she ever saw. My uncle died 3 weeks later, on August 1st, and to this day, that scene of Snoball holding onto life until she could be with Uncle Fred, still brings me to tears. That day proved to me that a dog will do anything for his master.

Nine years ago we chose you and you trained us You came home in our van, it became “ your “ bus. Marc and Paul were your boys, you were not interested in other toys. Five months old you were a pup, big paws and head, still growing up. In the your van you rode around, going to Meadview and out of town. When we first took you, down to the dock, your eyes widen, as though you were in shock Your first sight of the big water dish, you stared in surprise at the things, we called fish. You firmly planted big paws at the dock, and refused to walk on the thing that rocked. When you saw your Dad float, you bravely walked out to look at the strange boat. Once again your eyes widening, you turned back to go into hiding. EJ picked you up and stepped in, then your face had a big wide grin. The boat picked up speed, you put your nose in the air, and for the first time, you enjoyed the wind in your hair To the beach we did go, all along, you watched the water flow. Your humans did the strangest thing, diving into the water for a swim. Dad’s head suddenly reappeared, but his body had disappeared. We heard a bark and a woof, as you took a second startled look. You did not want to jump in and swim, but with great dignity you walked in. We saw the joy and smile on your face, as in the soft sand, you dug in your own space. You made your needs known with all of those faces, travelling with us to a great, many places Grooming your fur was a pleasure, the time it took, your mum, came to treasure. Don’t forget, comb underneath, clean my eyes, my ears and brush my teeth. There were times you made us laugh, when you walked into the shower and waited for a bath. For many years Dad travelled to earn all your kibble, then returned to spoiled you with a tasty nibble. Through the years we walked many miles, bunnies and ducks brought great big smiles. With time on our hands, by the lake we did loiter, while you behaved, more like a pointer. Other times you were all Pyrenees, while you hooked our ankles and nudged our knees. Of independant spirit, loyal, warm and loving, wonderful group hugs, you were giving. Like your family, friends EJ, Jason, Lee and Darlene watched you grow from a pup into a Queen. We would have wished for longer time, our reward in having you in our lives is great and though we will miss you and our hearts feel as though they will break. Now it is our turn, to give you the freedom to fly and let your spirit soar up to the sky. We love you Sophie our Queen, we bid you a fond farewell our friend and companion, Love from your human parents, Mum and Dad Chris and Doug Nanfito

My mother and father found a kitten on a Halloween night about 14 years ago. I was 17 years old then. We named him Spooky for two reasons. One, because he was found on Halloween night. Two, because he hid in a box for the first two days he lived with us. Spooky stayed by my side through the end of my teenage years to adult hood 13 years later. My husband nicked named him "Booda Kitty". Spooky, you will be dearly missed.