In Memory

Kayla, when I saw your cute picture on the website, I knew you were the perfect friend for me. Even though you were only with me for a short while, I loved you so much,you brought me happiness in many ways. We only had two months together before God took you away but it seemed like you were here longer than just that time. I have you with me now for always and I will love you until the day I die! Thank you for loving me.

Lady showed up on my porch one morning, literally skin and bones. But she had so much life and love in her eyes, she had my heart from the word go. We later learned she had renal failure and required a special diet. With proper care and lots of love she began to come around, even trying to play with my rottweiller. Lady was obviously a hunting dog and had it in her blood. She would regain her strength, then jump the fence to hunt. I always seemed to track her down and bring her home until February 2, 2007. She was only with us for one year but she stole my heart and took it with her when she left. I'm sure Lady has passed on now, due to her illness but I still find my eyes searching for her whenever we're riding in her stomping areas. I pray she knew she was loved and did not suffer before her death. Lady, now you are in the arms of Jesus!! We will always love you!!

Fast Twist Lovingly missed by Paul and Donna Dumas Born: February 14, 1990 ~~~ Crossed to the Bridge: January 29, 2003 Fast Twist, we adopted you when you were retired from racing at two years old. We brought you home from the dog track when nobody else wanted you. We were so proud that you were one of our family. You gave us eleven years of happiness that we will never forget. Our home is now empty without you, but we know you are not in pain any more. We will always remember your gentle ways and all the "goofy" delightful things you did. The love you gave us and our grandchildren will be greatly missed by our family. Just watch for us, for we will be together again, somewhere over the rainbow bridge. Run free, my beauty, run free. Your loving family, Paul, Donna and Morgan.

Shadow came into my life 17 years ago, he had a big sense of humor and was very loving, He always knew how and when to make me laugh. He will be missed so much. He wasn't my pet he was my family.

I adopted Blackie from a local shelter 15 years ago. He was such a cute pup and turned out to be such a wonderful companion. As I sit here tonight and read all of these wonderful things about all the pets listed I cant help but to miss him even more. Blackie went to doggie heaven on 8/15/08, and we miss him so.....

Thank you for so much love you gave me the past 16 1/2 years. Good times and bad you were always at my side. You will always be my baby girl. xo

Remember me always, but do not grieve for me too long. i have tried always to comfort you in times of sorrow, and hav made every effort to add joy to your life. i never wanted to cause you pain. peace for me is certain now, and i suspect i will hav eternal sleep in the earth i have loved so well . please, after your period of grieving for me, make room in your heart for another. you are the kind of human being that should always hav a friend like me to love. your kind and gentle heart should not be wasted on my memory for too long. give your love to another. i know your new friend will never take my place, because we had something very special. it may not be quite the same, but a new devoted and loving companion will in time, become special in their own way. you loved me very much and i loved you . my spirit will always be with you, and no matter how deep my sleep, my greatful heart will always remember you. i will always love you mom !!! from: canelita ...

I am 17 years old, and I have 8 cats and one dog. The reason for this memoriam is that animals are very special creatures, and I just want to leave a few words about my beloved angels that went home through the years. Tigger was my 3rd cat, he was a tabby with a white stomach, and was extremely nice. We had him for just a little bit over a year, when one night when he went out for his bedtime stroll he never came home, we found him the next morning on the side of the road, badly beaten. He was friendly, and believed all humans were nice. He trusted a bit too easily, and some hateful person beat my angel to death. My second cat died ten days later, her name was LaLa and she was just about four months old, it was on Halloween and someone hit her with a car, and left. She was put down later that night. We've had a lot of our Kitties that just disappeared, never to be seen again. My third cat died last month, she was a beautiful little light brown cat, she gave us our very first litter of little bundles this past summer, she was the loving mother of all of the other cats as well, not by blood but by love. She was hit by a car as well, it broke my heart, I felt like someone shot me in the heart, and I couldnt take it away. She left with the part of my heart that only loved her, and took the part that only loved me. She was my little princess, and meant more than anything to me. It made me severely depressed for three weeks. The reason for this tribute is because of my little female that died earlier today, she had a severe ear infection (we didn't know before because she was fine) and had puss and blood coming out of her ear, on the way to the emergency vets place, she had a seizure and died in my arms. I only had her for a month, but it hit me the hardest because I never had any of my others die in my arms. It broke my heart, and I felt extremely helpless...It seems like there is that moment when nothing else matters, and every time it gets harder. Thank you for reading, And In Loving Memory For Tigger, LaLa, Sheeba and Cow (she was black and white) I love you my babies, there would never be a doubt for that.

We found a puppy at our local dog pound and she was scheduled to be destroy in 2-3 days. We adopted this little 6-8 weeks old puppy and named her Chancie because she was getting a second chance on life. Originally, Chancie was a Christmas gift in 1994 for my wife, but she became my best friend and was at my side constantly. She helped build houses and remodeled others, and Chancie never met someone she could not win their hearts. There is no dought that Chancie was the most intelligent animal I have ever met. We lost Chancie to a spinal disease on Christmas 2006. There is rarely a day I don't think about Chancie and miss her with all of my heart. I have tears running down my face as I write this memorial for Chancie. My wife and I know God wanted his Christmas gift back that he loaned us in 1994. We love you Chancie and miss you with all of our hearts!!! oxoxox

A woman can have different types of love for different men in her life. This can also be said for dogs. I have had a few meaningful men in my life. I have had ONLY ONE in my dog-owned life.

His name was Mickey. I adopted Mickey from a local shelter and he only cost me $20 at the time. I was in the 6th grade. The year was 1988. They told me that he was roughly 2yrs. old at the time. We had just moved to California from Georgia and I was very lost and scared in a new school. I felt as though I had no good friends to trust. Mickey became my world.

When Mickey was 4yrs. old, he threw out 3 disks in his back and I was told that he would not survive a normal life. I was also told that he would probably only live 3-4 more years. I opted to take that chance. Mickey had massive back surgery and then I was told that he would not walk again. I opted to prove them wrong. About 6 months later, Mickey was hopping around. His two hind legs stuck together so he would look like a rabbit when he ran. Everyone loved Mickey and his vivacious ways. When he was in his heavy days; he looked like a little pig. His nickname became “Fatty”. I was so glad that I took that chance on my little Mama’s Boy.

I never knew that a little dog could be a friend, companion, therapist, son and hero. Mickey saw me through the Junior High days, the High School days, and the death of my Dad, my military time, the College days and almost to the birth of my son. I always tell my little boy about his older brother and show him pictures. Mickey passed away in my arms the morning of December 20, 2005 at 3:30am.

I always say that if you don't believe in Angels, then you haven't had a dog like my Mickey. I’m not one for taking too many chances, but I’m glad I took a chance on my Mickey. My little man lived 17 and a half yrs. with me. If he was really 2 when I got him, that would mean he lived to be 19 a half yrs. old! That's a HECK of a lot longer than four years, as I was told by those doctors. All those beautiful years with my little guy because I took a chance that day. Always cherish your fur-babies because they truly show you what unconditional love really is! I miss him so and cannot wait for the day when my purpose on this earth is over and I get to cross that Rainbow Bridge and be with my little Mama’s Boy again.