In Memory

Stitch was a very active Miniature Pincher. But one day he got too active and ran in the road, he didn't see the car......it was too late. I LOVE YOU STITCH!!! May you rest in peace in the autumn leaves.....

Eight and a half years you blessed my home, Stix. I will miss you. We were two independent women for so long. You made it through kidney stones, feline urological disorder, blocked bowels, and finally degenerative heart disease took you to cat heaven. Your resiliency amazed me every day. My heart aches daily and always will. Many kisses, your one and only Love, Mom! Yellow bunny sits by the window watching your spirit through the glass. Stix May 15,1997 to December 1, 2005

If only I took a picture, I would cherish it forever. I have no idea how i managed not to. Buddy, a lab and greyhound mix, we found him on the side of the road half blind, half deaf and only a puppy about 7-9 weeks. We took him to the vet they made it mostly better you still had to yell though. He loved to play but was scared to climb stairs if they were big. Of course we kept him, who wouldn't? (after we had him for about 1 month) One night, about midnight, it was raining really hard and we heard barking and whimpering. We walked outside and Buddy was standing at the bottom of the stairs walking back and forth from under the porch to the bottom of the stairs eventually we we looked under the porch and saw a pure breed Golden Retriever (Trixie) laying under the porch, in Buddy's doghouse with a towel pulled over her, this proves that dogs are smart and look out for each other. Well, we took her inside and dried her off, and tried to get Buddy to come in but he wouldn't climb up the stairs. I thought that she might have been abandoned or lost because she was a little bit fat. After we dried her off we were deciding what to name her we almost named her peanut 'till we figured out it was a girl so we settled on Trixie (about 1 month old maybe a little younger than Buddy at the time). Every morning Trixie would come to the door get a pig ear and walk outside again and sit by Buddy, she would never let him have her pig ear though no matter how much he tried. They were always so gentle with each other I could sit there for hours and watch them play. But, then one day me, my brother, and our mom were coming home for a long day, they were playing with the dogs across the street, and I couldn't wait to watch them and play with them, but our neighbor was puling out of their drive way and Buddy and Trixie started scuffling in the road and , boom, just like that. Buddy scampered off limping (which was weird 'cause the two hardly ever left each others side) so I guess I thought he was okay. Trixie on the other hand was very bad she passed on to dogie heaven we spent the next couple of days looking for Buddy but never found him until our neighbor found him up the street he had also layed down and passed on to dogie heaven. To this day I wish I had ignored my mom and ran after Buddy and said goodbye. We had only had them for about 2/3 of a year and I had grown very attached to them.
They were buried under the porch side. . . by. . . side.

We had Sweet Pea for almost seven years. We got her when she was just a year old. She was a great dog who was immensely spoiled. She was a good guard dog who wouldn't let her size fool you. One day she disappeared. She had a tag on but we haven't heard anything. When she disappeared she was already blind so we can only assume the worst. We have looked all over and still haven't heard anything. I just hope she is safe wherever she is.

In memory of my beloved friend, Persaiyas.

You were always there for me. You always had a friendly face and a friendly attitude.

Though you were a cat you acted like a guard dog whenever there was a stranger around and you would alert me. You kept me safe. But sadly, I could not protect you from cancer. You were not even two years old when your life was taken.

If there was ever a perfect cat without flaws it was Persaiyas, whose memory will always live on in my heart and the heart of my family.

He was all hyper active at first, but after a couple months he was the best house dog ever..HE was a shih tzu/yorkie mix and was awesome...he was very protective of my boys and they were allowed to do whatever to him cause those were his boys...He was hit by a car after 6 months...we miss him so much, but we keep a picture of him on the fridge so he is always with us

My name is Kayla. I had a cat named Duke. We made his name longer to Dukey Dukeums Jungle Kitty Statis Powell. We named him this because when he would always go outside he would try to stock me from a bush or grass. He would jump out at me and attack my ankles but you could tell it was all in fun and games. Most cats keep mice and any other animals away. Duke had to be different. He would bring the animals to me. I would get home from school and find baby bunnies in my room that he brought in from outside. Or we would have our family nights in the living room watching t.v. and Duke would prance in with a snake in his mouth and the snake waz moving out from each side like whiskers. He would walk up to me and drop it at my feet like he had done good. When actually he made my mom scream. Haha! Sometimes I would stay home alone cause i was sick and he would always lay in my bed with me or if i would go to the kitchen to get a snack he would follow. Every time i would cough he would come closer and lay on me trying to make me feel better. He would always go outside and at around 9 every night i would have to go outside and hunt for him to come in for the night. Sometimes he would give me a hard time and i got scratches and bruises for diving to catch him. One night when i went outside to get him he wouldn't come. Every night i tried to call him i tried and tried and tried. But he never came home. It hurts so much when i think of him or see pictures. I want him to come home but i know it is not likely. I love you Duke and i hope you are in a better place!

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If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

I'll never forget how I met Tammy. She was laying down in storage yard for large metal shipping containers. She was about a 50 lb white dog. She appeared to be a husky mix. This is a semi-desolate area and dumping ground for dogs and cats. She was about 10 or 15 lbs underweight. She had an under-bite and I figured she may have been dumped, because she was thought to be defective. She would not come to me as she was extremely frightened and ran when I tried to approach her. I would leave food for her and she would wait until I got back in my car before she would come to eat it. There was another dog I called Buddy that I was also feeding and he appeared to want to be her mate as he always be around her. I finally gained Buddy's confidence to let me pet him. Tammy would be in the background watching me pet Buddy. This went on for awhile and unfortunately one day I found Buddy dead near her. I would continue leaving food for her for several months.

Finally, she gained my confidence one day. As she approached me she laid down on her side, as if to say you're okay, now go ahead and rub my belly for me, which I did with many more to follow. She was in bad shape, underweight, bloody coat from excessive scratching. Her front teeth were worn down to gums. I had recently lost another dog I rescued 4 years earlier. I also had another dog that someone dumped off at my work. Plus I was feeding several others, but my wife wanted to help Tammy and take her in and give her a good life. I finally was able to lure her into my car with a piece of meat and brought her home. She was so insecure and frighted she was crying the whole way home.

Tammy was walking with a bad limp. I took her for an exam and shots at the SPCA. Then took her to a vet to find out why she was limping. The vet said she evidently was hit by a car or truck, as the x-rays showed her upper left leg had been broken in half. The top half had slipped down about 2 or 3 inches and healed itself together. She also had a cracked hip joint.

We nursed her back to health as best we could and she was loved and pampered along with our now other 3 rescued dogs.

Then in July 2006, we noticed she had a tremendous thirst she seemed she couldn't satisfy. She was at the water bowl every 30 to 45 minutes. Tammy was diagnosed with an aggressive cancerous tumor on her anal gland. She had it removed , but less than a year later, it came back worse than before, this time with 2 tumors. We had to end her suffering on 9/11/07. I'll never forget that sad dreadful day. I remember one of my other dogs was so hurt as I was hugging kissing, and telling Tammy how much I loved her with a goodbye. Heather laid down right next to Tammy also wanting my affection. I remember not being able to see Tammy clearly through all my tears as I said goodbye to my beautiful girl.

Ben

I loved her so much. She was my first kitty and will always hold a special place in my heart. I miss you dear Tilly.