A great cat, remembered fondly by all those who knew her. She was beautiful, although occasional tantrums let you know that there was a beast in this beauty.

Roxy was a playful sort - as long as it wasn't during a thunder storm, in which case she'd be hiding in the bathtub. She loved hot dogs and had a strong affinity for beer during her early days, a trait that earned her the middle name "Corona" after her favorite label. Knocking over the libations of party goers and quickly lapping up the spill was her tactic, but one evening she had just a few too many hot dogs and a few too many knocked-over brews. Well, let's just say that she stuck to water for the remainder of her days.

Roxy passed on after thirteen years of being an excellent friend and companion to the Carter family. She is dearly missed.

Abby was born in May 1991 in Vista, one of ten pups born to a black Labrador retriever and German shepherd couple. She may have been a mutt, but she came from good stock. She spent the first years of her life in San Marcos but had the good fortune to be adopted by her mom Jerre and move to Encinitas. Encinitas was her paradise – a large yard with room to explore, daily walks to the ocean overlook (and occasionally on the beach!), and running and sniffing with her friends at the D Street dog park. Abby had many dog-friends over the years: Canella, Amber, Roamer, Milo, Hooper, Hobbs, and Ruger. She learned to love her two people cousins, Alek and Max. Abby was a sweet dog, well-behaved, friendly with other dogs, and loved everyone – particularly her Grammy who brought her cookies every visit. She was even good to (or at least tolerated!) her two cat-sisters.

Jerre and I are grateful to everyone who loved and cared for Abby, but especially her two primary sitters – Vicki in San Marcos and Lisa in Encinitas. We can’t adequately express our appreciation for what you gave Abby, and us. We also want to express our sincerest thanks to Dr. Sue Redpath and the staff at Peaceful Paws for ensuring that Abby left us in a dignified and humane way.

Everyone give your pets (and friends and family) a hug for us, you never know when they’ll be leaving you.

And finally, for those that remember the Old Yeller theme song, sing along…

“Here Abby, come back Abby! Best dog-gone dog in the West.”

A Tribute to Rusty
October 24, 1993 -- August 11, 2007


Rusty, my forever pal, trusted companion, child and the best dog a gal could ask for, blessed many lives, especially mine. When Rusty appeared in my life, I wasn’t planning on owning a dog for I still carried the scars of losing my childhood pets and wanted to avoid any more pains from losing a beloved pet.

One afternoon, as I was leaving the Keighley house and approaching my car, I spotted a furry, strawberry-blond head. Rusty was peeking hesitantly from behind the car gazing in my direction curious as to who I was. In retrospect, I think he wanted to play hide-n-seek, a favorite game of his. Rusty was my neighbor’s dog and occasionally I would hear the male owner strictly training Rusty in their backyard. Later, after my initial encounter with Rusty, I would peek over our fence to see a timid, unhappy and neglected dog. Unlike a typical Golden Retriever, his tail didn’t wag and he was weary of people. As time went by, I befriended Rusty by giving him graham crackers. Then I noticed the severely dry nose due to little or no water, the matted hair and the horrible welts due to an infestation of fleas. Being a young bold woman (ok, girl in her early twenties), I took Rusty from the neighbor’s backyard and brought him into my yard. There I would brush him, bathe him and then play with him. However, with time, his condition worsened prompting me to take him to a veterinarian. I left a note for the lady next door informing her of his condition and his horrific allergy to fleas thus the importance of keeping him bathed. Only a few weeks later, his condition returned and I took Rusty from their backyard for the last time leaving her a note to call me regarding Rusty. It was then she informed me she was planning on finding him a new home. I told her I would keep him until the new home was found BECAUSE I still did not want a dog. Well, as time went by, we knew Rusty had his new home.

With the excitement of having a dog, we were anxious to take this retriever to the beach. Greg, Leila and I ventured to OB Dog Park and, to our surprise, Rusty feared the water and showed no interest in getting close. We persevered anyways as Leila took his front paws and Greg and I coached him in. Eventually, the beach became a favorite spot and he would even swim out to the surfers in his younger days. But the dog beach and park eventually became a place where we, the parents, wanted to hide because Rusty was a bully. Our alpha dog loved to chase all the new dogs that entered the area, even causing us to be kicked out of Balboa dog park once because he tormented two giant poodles.

Rusty loved food--any food. He ate fruits, vegetables and anything on your plate whether you wanted him to have it or not! He was a horrible beggar. At my Rancho SD house, I remember Lois, my piano teacher, coming in to tell me Rusty snagged her food off her plate while it was still in her hand. Oh, the embarrassment!

Rusty also loved walks. And, thanks to Grandma and Grandpa Syrios, he took in many walks. In his younger days, I would take him to Cowles Mountain but needed to quit when he was only 7 as it became too difficult for his arthritic legs. Jim and I occasionally took him to Cuyuamaca and, if we paced ourselves, he enjoyed those hikes. He loved the wind and enjoyed being with us outside. My favorite picture of Rusty is him standing outside in the backyard of the Keighley house raising his head slightly, soaking in the sun and smiling (yes, smiling!). Once Tasha and Whiskey arrived, we would all sit in the backyard together in a meditative state sitting in silence listening to the birds and enjoying each other’s presence.

Rusty also loved car rides. He was a traveling trooper hopping into the car venturing to Los Angeles in his younger days to visiting friends and family. When we took off for camping, we quickly learned that if we were at the beach, we needed an umbrella. Until I purchased our own beach umbrella, Rusty would lay with strangers under their shade. With camping, Rusty preferred the car versus the dusty campground sites and scratched at the car door until we allowed him to lie inside.

We were blessed to have Rusty as long as we did and we are forever grateful to Dr. Dhupa and God for giving us an extra 16 months because Charlie was able to play and be in his company. Rusty was unbelievably awesome with children. When Jack was a baby and toddler, he could (as Charlie did) grab, poke, pull at his teeth, hair, etc., and Rusty patiently waited until I or Jenn would come to his rescue. He had a love for children with their high energy, fun-loving demeanors and he too was like a child. I never met a dog that loved to play tag or hide-n-go seek and I remember telling Jenn to include Rusty when she would play these games with Jack.

Rusty was fortunate to have so many people that loved him and took care of him—Papa and NaNa Syrios, Daddy Jim, Mommy Carol, Uncle Greg and Cris and Little Melanie, just to name a few. He was truly loved by the entire family. We will miss you, Rusty, lying next to Charlie’s crib every night watching over him. You are loved Rusty, truly truly loved and we will forever miss you!

She reached her paw out to put it lovingly in my hand. The first time in 14 years. Our love for each other was beyond a service animal or companion.

I have lost track years ago of how many times she saved my life and now it was my turn. This is perhaps the most difficult task to commit to paper, not yet grieving the loss of my closest family member, Misty Blue, tiny little angel. When I cried, she came running, cheek to cheek, full of love, compassion and by some divine intervention, understanding. I am able to only write one thought at a time now.

It was some time before I could open the box containing her ashes. When I did, her paw print was there and brought me back to her loving actions. I was unprepared and its touch allowed some deep, great connection and love so unexpected to surface. As I held this paw print cast in clay, a slight tingle emanated into my hand. Quite miraculous—then again, she was most miraculous. A gift from Hospice 14 years ago—you see, I was only given a short time to live. I know Misty Blue’s love, devotion and responsibility kept me alive in some degree all these years. Pastors, doctors, caregivers, friends—all were in awe of her. Few nights passed without her coming to pray, unsolicited by me, paws crossed, head over the tattered “Word That Does Not Lie,” in thanksgiving for all the many blessings we received. Some would say ID theft, my entire estate embezzled, being disowned and disinherited, precious treasures of heart stolen, vermin infestation, homelessness and paraplegic would or could never be counted as a blessing. Yet we had each other and always a morsel of food and needed shelter. What greater blessing could we ever need?

Thank you for the remembrance of her paw in my hand. Again, in my grief stricken state, she sends a blessing to me. In loving respect for Misty Blue, I give these words to you.

Margot Nielsen

Mewsette, Princess of Bunny, 1992 - January 28, 2008

A tiny blur of black and white fur, darting between racing bikes at the Olomana Road Race in Hawaii, it wasn't clear where she'd come from, only that she was obviously of regal descent - and pretty fast. I was faster, however, and from that day on, she had her own staff.

Mewsette (the feminized version of "meusette," a European cyclist's lunch bag) was never shy or hesitant when she had an opinion - and she had a LOT! At her first veterinary exam, Dr. Yamagata commented, "My, she sure is vocal for such a tiny kitten!" Of course, the malodorous mixture she had to wear for treatment of sarcoptic mange might have given rise to a complaint or two. In fact, for a very short while, she was secretly known as the "Banana Princess" due to the yellowish cast to her fur. She soon returned to her lovely and elegant self, complete with her unique gold and blue eyes. She was even approached to appear in a commercial but declined, finding the enterprise too pedestrian.

Just looking at her sweet face, you knew she was a "girly girl." She didn't walk, she sashayed. She immediately captivated the heart of the defenseless Baby Nico, adopted from the Hawaiian Humane Society to keep her company. A true aristocrat, Mewsette despised Nico's doting behavior and never disguised her contempt for his common orange tabbiness. On good days, she was merely indifferent to his devotion, which only served to fuel it. Nico would do anything for her. When she screamed while having her nails trimmed, he'd appear at her side in solidarity, usually receiving a pummeling for it. He'd follow her anywhere and did, as evidenced by the time the two of them disappeared for hours in the wall space of the Serena Circle townhouse.

Even now, I'm concerned that Baby Nico will waste away in order to follow his Princess to Heaven. She, on the other hand, is likely enjoying this respite from his unwelcome attentions. The other cats, Harley and Young Master Newton, learned from Nico's missteps and mostly admired Mewsette from afar. She suffered the serial presence of three dogs in the household during her reign, but never really concerned herself with their canineness, ignoring them one and all.

Mewsette was the spoiled little sister, the diva that you complain about, but always indulge and forgive. As a result, she got away with behaviors that would have resulted in lesser cats being turned into gloves. Used to having her own room, I'll never forget her special greeting for Auntie Louise the first time she visited the Serena Circle house. Obviously miffed at sharing, Mewsette vomited on the quilt under which Louise was sleeping and then purred at her when she awoke and discovered it. Of course, she was so disarming in her lack of remorse that Louise forgave her.

Mewsette was not unaffectionate, just discriminating. Her purrs were as loud as her screams; they were just heard by fewer people. She preferred women, but did have a few select gentlemen friends. I always felt honored by her attentions. Many nights I'd wake to find her purring on my chest, nose to nose with me. Always quixotic, she would often demand to join me in the shower - when the water was running - or ease herself into the bathtub with me, as long as the water level wasn't too high. Predictably, when she was done paddling around, she'd bolt straight for the nearest litter box, transforming into the "Tempura Princess", much to my dismay. But there's that forgiveness thing again...

Even at the end, the Bunny Princess maintained a sense of grace and decorum. Crying annoyed her, so I'd carry my grief to another room. She occupied a special spot next to the kitchen window where she'd lie on a heating pad and watch the birds. She loved turkey dogs, but only the Ballpark Frank Smoked White Turkey variety. She'd glare if you attempted to substitute a cheap store brand! In the last week, though, her real pleasure was to be carried outside (only because she was still fast on her feet) in the early morning hours or late at night. Just the two of us, we'd walk around the garden, our refuge from the relentless march of her disease, the one thing she couldn't outrun. Eyes bright and nostrils twitching, she rubbed her face on the roses and plants. She turned her face to the breezes, savoring all the smells of this world. And finally, she'd stare longingly at the trees, the moon and the stars, perhaps measuring her way, knowing that soon, she'd be among them in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Princess Mewsette, the Bunny Princess, you were with me longer than any other soul and still you left too soon. My love, my grief.

Ashley Fenton

From Top:
Josan - 1985-2000
Momo - 1985-2000
Shinju - 2000-2008

Sam was an awesome dog whose heart was larger than life. He was a 140-pound teddy bear whose only goal was to be loyal to his new owners. Sam was 6 - almost 7 - when we adopted him from a rescue, and by Great Dane years, that is very old. For the last year, Sam was spoiled - as he should be. He slept in the bed all day and always kept an eye out for us. Sadly, 10 days ago, Sam passed away in his daddy's arms. He was at peace and is no longer in pain. He is now back with us and once again is manning the watch. We love and miss you, Sam.

Jason and Jennifer Ekstein

Belle was our beautiful girl who loved all people. She gave us her unconditional love, understanding and companionship. She was very funny, loved to swim and could run forever, fetching her tennis ball. She was the great escape artist; thus, all of our wonderful neighbors came to know and love her too, always escorting her home. We are so grateful to have been blessed with her great spirit and honored to be Belle’s family. We know she is waiting for us to cross the Rainbow Bridge. We love you, Belle, our beautiful girl.

Brad, Marie, Chris & Jade Callahan

Applejack: Sept. 25, 1997 to Aug. 31, 2008

San Diego Hope member Dori McLaurin had big plans, and she needed a big dog. Motivated by a shoulder injury of her own, she wanted to develop an animal-assisted aquatic therapy program for others. Dori found enthusiastic supporters in Newfie lovers Don and Jeanette Tate, who gave her Applejack, an 8-month-old Newfoundland - a dog bred for water rescue - to launch the effort.

Applejack matured into a lovable, 180-pound adult, perfect for aquatic therapy - except for a surprising aversion to swimming! What he did do well was connect with people in need of emotional support. And so began his remarkable 7-year career in therapy and crisis response. From children's hospitals to assisted living, skilled nursing and Alzheimer's facilities, Applejack delighted patients, families and staff alike. And then, in early 2001, San Diego was rocked by two fatal school shootings. Believing Applejack could help the traumatized survivors, Dori took him to both campuses. To her surprise, the big guy drew not only students, but teachers, counselors, even police officers. Some sobbed into his fur. Others simply said thanks.

Soon after, Dori learned about HOPE AACR, and Applejack became the first Newfoundland certified in crisis response. As a HOPE team, Dori and Applejack responded to multiple disasters. When catastrophic wildfires hit San Diego in late 2003, Applejack worked day after day at the fire base camp, comforting hundreds of exhausted firefighters and even greeting President George W. Bush. Two years later, when Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, Applejack was still on the job, helping de-stress evacuees flown to a shelter provided by the San Diego Red Cross. But he was eight years old and slowing down. Dori began to wonder when she should retire him.


Then came word that Don Tate had died. At the family's request, Dori and Applejack both attended the funeral. Never had the big Newfie's crisis-response skills been so appreciated as by this grieving family who had made his journey with Dori possible. Realizing her beloved partner's career had come full circle, Dori retired Applejack that day. He responded just once more, coming out of retirement in late 2006 to lead a contingent of HOPE teams at a public memorial service for five fallen firefighters. But Dori and even other HOPE members continued to hear kudos from people whom this very special Newfie had touched in some way. No doubt, the many memories of Applejack and his magic will linger for a long, long time to come.

Rutgers was a loyal human friend trapped inside a dog's body. These moments were witnessed throughout his fruitful life with us. We rescued Rutgers from a shelter in San Diego in March of 2001. They had picked him up on the streets, dog fighting, shortly after the devastating fires that year in the Escondido area. There was an immediate connection between my wife Jodi and Rutgers. We were not sure if he could actually bark for two weeks. He appeared to be eternally grateful to have found such a wonderful home to live the rest of his life. Since he is mostly Lab, we assumed that he would love a jaunt to the beach to play in the water and enjoy the company of playful dogs. We quickly found out that he had a higher sense of duty, which later earned him the nickname of Sergeant. Rutgers never left our side at the beach and only wanted to sit next to us, even as other playful dogs tried to engage him.

Our next adventure was to the park for a good old game of fetch. He would have nothing to do with those dog games. At first, we thought he was never taught, but he proved us wrong a year later when he quickly retrieved two balls faster than our newly acquired Black Lab, Remo - just to shut us up.

Rutgers would continuously throughout the day patrol the house, ensuring he knew the whereabouts of each family member at all times. His concern was with our safety at all times.

He was a dominant alpha-dog that never bowed down to another dog. This was evident the day he earned his stripes and nickname at a doggy park in West Palm Beach. A smaller dog was getting roughed up by a group of 8 dogs and he jumped in the middle, barked twice and the fight ended. He was truly a gentle giant that is irreplaceable and will be missed forever!

Holmes was our feisty boy for nine years. We thought he would be with us far longer. I believe we needed him more than he needed us, and his personality could bring a smile to our faces at a moment's notice. He was a busy little guy - wherever we were, he was also. He would only settle down for the night when we were all together. He hated to be kissed, but tolerated the many that we gave him. He loved his walks, blanket and food, and he loved us. We miss him terribly, but the pictures and memories of him will keep him alive in our hearts. Sleep tight my precious boy, 'till we meet again.

CeBonne (the Great), my dear old bunny companion, passed to the other side today, 01/12/2009, around 9:30 a.m. He was an indepedent trooper of a bunny, and I used to joke that he was like the Archer Bunker of bunnies in his last ol' man bunny days. For a bun, he lived past all expectations, at least 11 years, and I will always be greatful for his cozy, cuddly companionship. I can't wait to see him again someday on the other side, and I hope that, until then, he enjoys playing, running, and jumping in his sunny rainbow valley fields.

I love you Mr. Bun and will miss you very much until we meet again! Enjoy your new freedom on the other side, and I'll see you soon!

Love Forever and Ever,

Your mom, Michelle Pappalardi

XOXOXOX

Yesterday we said goodbye to our beautiful dog Sheba and I can't begin to tell you the pain that we are feeling in our hearts. Sheba was our beautiful dog that we shared 8 wonderful years with. She was loyal and was our best friend. We told her how much we love her and how much she meant to us. Sheba was suffering with pain because the cancer had spread rapidly. Our hearts ache with pain knowing that we will never see her again. We will miss her meeting us at the door when we get home from work and will miss her going crazy barking at the sound of the mail man putting the mail in the slot - she hated it for some reason, but it was funny to see her get all mad. Sheba was a total lap dog and she was full of love.

She died with all of us there as we all held her and kissed her and told her she was beautiful and that she was the best! I saw her little eyes closing and she looked so peaceful and then she just slept. We will always remember you, Sheba, with love and I know that we will one day be with you again!

The Avendano Family

Our pretty girl Jasmine was such a sweet and loyal companion. She was with us for 14 and a half years, she gave us so much joy and many laughs.

Her favorite hobby was eating. We used to call her our little vacuum, you see if we dropped something on the floor while cooking or eating and we were slow in picking it up, she'd pick it up, NO PROBLEM!!!

Whenever we'd have a barbeque she'd love to be outside with uncle Memo by the grill because she knew he'd give her a piece of carne azada, chicken or anything tasty he'd be making out there.


She was such a licker, just loved to kiss us with her stinky breath. Whenever she saw me with her toothbrush she would jump with joy, she thought it was a treat to get her teeth brushed with her favorite beef flavor toothpaste! Whenever she saw me, Nana or Tata with a towel on our shoulder she knew it was bath time and she'd run and hide under the bed or under the table, after we caught on to her, we decided to put the towel in the bathroom and then go get her - such a smart cookie, she was!

If she wasn't on my lap she'd be napping by my feet. I loved that!

After Tata retired, she was so spoiled and used to always follow him because she knew he kept treats in his pockets-that made her gain a lot of weight and Tata got in trouble for that! After that, Nana had to train Tata and teach him how many treats Jasmine could have, for Nana knew exactly how much was enough.

Even after she lost her sight, she'd jump up and down whenever I got home, I'd have to get to her A.S.A.P. or else she'd bump against the walls, so the first thing I'd do after getting home was pick her up to make sure she didn't hurt herself. She had so much energy and made sure I knew she was happy I was home; that made me happy too!


When Jasmine met my husband, my boyfriend at the time, she was anxious, nervous and she bit his nose. Not a very good welcoming on her part! The second time she saw him and every time after that, the first thing she would do was lick his nose, almost as if she knew she hurt him when they met. She did that until the last day she was with us. My husband kneeled down to say good-bye and she leaned toward him, her nose touching his.

She made us so happy and we thank her for giving us so much love. We miss you so much "Nuestra Compañerita"

Maria "Lucy" Shaw

In Loving Memory
Jemima Burke
"Big Bear"
1993-2009

Jemima passed away peacefully at home on Saturday, January 17, 2009. She was euthanized by a dear veterinarian friend who did wonders to extend her life in her senior years. I will be eternally grateful. She was only 2 weeks shy of her 16th birthday and probably one of the most extraordinary animals I've ever known. I got her when she was 5 weeks old, while in graduate school in Kentucky back in 1993. Quite a life for a Lab! Here are some of our favorite pictures. We will miss her tremendously!

The Burke Family

Chevalier Du Desert, a.k.a., Bunker, died Wednesday, January 14th.

Bunker was the most wonderful and loving dog. Always around to bring cheer to whoever needed it, and snuggles and kisses too. He was a very spiritual dog, always choosing to be around when there was a healing going on (Reiki, etc.) or any kind of spiritual activity. He truly was an old soul. He was valiant and great and always gracious, no matter what - happy go lucky! He will be sorely missed by all who loved him.


Bunker, I hope you are playing, running, and having lots of fun!

Against All Odds


The odds were overwhelmingly stacked against the scrawny orange tabby picked up by Hawaiian Humane Society workers. Found in one of the worst sections of Honolulu, the kitten somehow managed to avoid the dire fate of his mother and littermates, who did not survive. However no one expected his stay at the shelter to be anything more than a temporary reprieve from the inevitable. Like most shelters, there were too many cats and too many kittens, far more attractive and appealing than the gangly orange striped guy. As if aware of his impending fate, the orange kitten tried to befriend everyone he encountered, flinging himself into laps and rappelling up to shoulders, but still largely overlooked by potential adopters.

I went to the shelter in search of a companion for my young cat, Princess Mewsette (see prior tribute) who would be alone during the day when I returned to work after an extended medical leave. Sitting in the cat house, surrounded by all types of felines, I was overwhelmed by the choices. Ultimately I wanted to choose a cat buddy who would make Mewsette happy-not necessarily the cutest or most beautiful. At a loss, I asked the young volunteer sitting next to me which of two kittens he would choose in my position. Instead, he pointed to a skinny orange cat sidling up to us. I asked why and he said simply, "Because it's his last day." Of course, he went home with me and I named him Nico, after a tough early Steven Seagal character - never realizing how resilient he really was.

Arriving home, Baby Nico immediately fell in love with the beautiful and ultimately unattainable Princess Mewsette, who loathed him on sight. He didn't care and spent the rest of his life trying to win her affection. Besides persistence and optimism, his other special talents included REALLY high jumping and back flips, grooming human females' hair and actually catching a big Hawaiian rat that made the fatal mistake of falling though an exposed section of roof during repairs.

But it was his sheer toughness which impressed me the most about Baby Nico. When he was a year or two, a large kitty condo toppled over onto him, paralyzing his rear legs. I feared for his life but the vet suggested we maintain him on strict bed rest and see if the swelling on his spine went down. It did and he regained all normal functions, although he never again exhibited the super cat jumping prowess.

Then a year later, Nico developed a terrible urinary tract blockage due to struvite crystals. None of the conventional treatments, including catheterization, worked. In kitty ICU, we were losing him when our vet suggested a new surgical treatment which would modify his plumbing from male to female. We had nothing to lose and in days Nico was discharged, never to have urinary tract problems again while leaving his ardor for Mewsette intact.

We moved to San Diego in December, 1995 and by then, there were 4 cats, two younger than Baby Nico. For reasons unknown to me, he remained low cat on the totem pole, sometimes picked on and sometimes excluded by both the cats and the dogs who later shared our home. He never seemed to take it to heart. He remained outgoing, fearless and affectionate. Nothing scared him and no one got the better of him. He grew into a very handsome cat, with distinctive stripes and tabby markings and large golden eyes. His paws were surprisingly delicate. Every night, he would curl up on my pillow, next to my head, shielded from the others.

Harley passed in October, 2007 due to liver cancer and Princess Mewsette died in February, 2008 from cancer as well. After she died, Nico would try to run into the garage - which he'd never done prior to her death. I believe he was looking for her - last seen in her carrier, going to the car for her ultimate trip to the vet. Over the past 9 months, Baby Nico began losing weight, despite a ravenous appetite. Always lean and muscular, he became thin and gaunt. His checkups and lab work remained normal. His thinness became pronounced and his episodes of vomiting more frequent and unfortunately copious. Again, in July of 2008, he went to the vet. Again his lab work was good. Over the holidays, I was convinced something was terribly wrong but I dreaded finding out what it was.

Back to the vet in early February and he'd lost another 2 pounds since July. We tested again for hyperthyroidism, an easily treatable disorder, but no such luck. All symptoms indicated cancer or another type of internal growth. No longer hungry, Nico went to the vet for the last time on February 26, 2009. He was quiet and without protest when confronted with the hateful kitty carrier. He didn't even care that I used Mewsette's, the pink one, instead of his manly green one.

The short 5 minute trip was somber. The exam confirmed the worst-another week, another pound lost. A mere 6.5 pounds, handsome Nico was truly skin and bones. After much discussion and emotion, it was agreed to end his earthly suffering. At 18, he would not likely survive surgery and chemo was not really a better option.

The first injection, intended to relax Nico, was administered. It had the opposite effect, provoking violent nausea and vomiting. Eventually he calmed down and slept in my shaking arms. Then came the IV administration of the fatal dose-or so we thought. After a few minutes, the vet checked his heart and discovered he still lived! Tough little guy that he was, Nico had not yet given up the fight. I of course second-guessed my decision (He's not ready) but ultimately Ok'ed the second dose which finally released him from us.

I've no doubt the first thing Baby Nico did when he crossed the Rainbow Bridge was to find his beloved Princess Mewsette, his one and only true love. She, on the other hand, was probably really annoyed, "That damn orange cat is BACK!"

Remembering Casey will always bring us the fondest of memories.



Her exuberant and joyous personality was loved by everyone she came in contact with. She brought much happiness and love to our lives, and we were able to share many great years and moments together.



Casey, please know that you will always be with us in our memories and in our hearts. You will never be forgotten, and thinking of you will always make us smile.


To all who Gina loved,

Please say a little prayer for my little Gina Bina Woo who died on her own March 1st at 2:45 p.m.


Gina was my little girl and I her chosen Dad. She has put up the good fight but it is now time for her to rest.

Be safe my little love and remember I'm only as far away as yours and my thoughts.


You live in my heart forever, forever safe.

Your loving Dad and Mom

In memory of Bear Grapperhaus:

So there I was in the middle of bachelorhood with my roommate with a not quite six week old kitten given to me by a friend. We had him for about two days and couldn't decide upon a name.

Then, on June 23rd, 1990, we were watching the final episode of the 3rd season of Star trek, The Next Generation. As soon as Jean Luc Picard declared, "I am Locutus of Borg," both of us immediately turned to each other and knew that was it!

Well, Locutus was a bit tough on friends and family, so his name eventually turned into just Borg, or Borgie, Borgus, Borgus Smorgus, and every other conceivable name that any pet owner knows comes with that territory.

Borg was born on May 10th, 1990 and died on June 16th, 2009. He was quite a guy. He survived after getting hit by a car when he escaped once when he was about two. I still have the x-rays of the fractured hip somewhere around here. He had asthma when he was young but it went away. He was diagnosed with Cardiomyopathy at age 14, but two years later there was no sign of that disease. In early 2007 he was diagnosed with lymphoma, and he was very ill until we took him off all medications a few months later and he bounced back yet again and never showed signs of that disease again either.

He ended up having the afflictions common to so many old cats, failing kidneys, weight loss, etc. Our vet told us about one month ago that he wasn't going to make this easy on us as he was such a hearty guy.

We finally made the call to euthanize him when he showed some obvious discomfort for the first time earlier this week. He was no longer himself and it was time.

For over 19 years he was my companion and friend. I lived with Borg longer than any other thing on Earth, including my parents and wife (so far, Honey).

We miss his antics, his endless demands for food prepared just the right way, his brilliant green eyes, and especially his absence from his rightful place on our bed.

There's a hole in us the size of Alaska that will not fill anytime soon.

We love you Borg.

Mitch and Josephine

Callie Kitty was laid to rest on 9/11/09.

I got Callie and her brother Stoney 14 years ago. I got a new job and was going to school full time. These were the first cats that I had ever owned, and I am glad that I got them. Callie was always the sweet girl and Stoney was the bully. I will miss your constant meowing and cuddling up with me and the dogs for TV time. Thank you for being the sweet girl that you were.


We all miss you and will love you always,

Mom, Dad and the rest of the gang.

Stoney is the brother to Callie, who passed away a short time ago. It is funny how I got them together and lost them almost together. He was a bully sometimes, but he had so much personality. He was always the curious one and would come around and want to meet anyone that came over to the house.

His last weekend before he became ill, he wanted to help my brother-in-law and his dad (Brad) put flooring down in our living room. He was all over the flooring that weekend. He also had a special place in Brad's (dad's) heart.


He loved to drink his water out of a dripping faucet, so every morning for as long as I can remember he would go into the bathroom with Brad, and he would turn on the faucet and give Stoney a drink. Stoney was warm, soft, and friendly (most of the time).

We are going to miss you and we will never forget you.

Love you,
Mom, Dad, Ozzy, April, Bailey and Maggie. Woof...

Remembering Little Miss Mollie By Gollie

Carolina Callie Girl

I Loved You Best
In Loving Memory of Callie
June 20, 1989 - December 18, 2006

So this is where we part, My Friend,
And you'll run on, around the bend,
Gone from sight, but not from mind,
New pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength,
Life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
Share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
But they be they, and they aren't you.
And I , fair, impartial, or so I thought,
Will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
Take with you this….I love you best.

Henry 1993 ~ 2010




Henry came to us on St. Patrick's Day 1993. We got word that the city animal shelter finally had a kitten available for adoption and we were very excited. This would be our first pet together. We had picked out the name Henry prior to adoption. It just so happened the kitten at the shelter was a female. Even though it's a boys name, we can't imagine having named her anything else.

She was 8 weeks old when we got her and she was extremely tiny and fluffy! Adorable described her perfectly. She purred so loudly for such a tiny thing! Her big emerald green eyes were absolutely gorgeous. She captured our hearts instantly.



One day shortly after we adopted Henry, she was sleeping on the windowsill that faced the front of the house. She was tiny enough to curl up on the sill in the sun and nap. The UPS man came and left a package at the door and started back to his truck but stopped abruptly. He'd seen Henry on the windowsill but didn't know anyone was watching. He went to the window and tapped and started cooing and making kissy lips at her. She was adorable enough to make a big UPS man slow down for a minute and become smitten.




As Henry aged, she never lost her inner kitten. Even at 17, she still jumped into boxes and chased toys. She had a curious and high-spirited disposition. Anyone who knew Henry will tell you she was a very sweet cat, always affectionate and loving.
She was an adored companion.




We miss Henry very much and are so very thankful this beautiful creature brightened our days for 17 years. She will never be forgotten - it would be impossible. We love you, Henry.

We hope we see her again someday. Until then, we're sure she's enjoying sunny days and as many bacon treats as she wants!

Here's to the most stubborn and sweet best fur legged friend I could have ever asked for. Seeing me and taking care of me from college through marriage and into motherhood, Maddie has been my constant for most of my adult life.

14 years old, three major surgeries, couple of stitches from dog bites, countless invasions of our kitchen garbage, 5 or 6 possums picked off our back fence (all of which lived and are now in the Possum Protection Program), a major stroke at 13 from which she made a full recovery, a cross country road trip, hemangiosarcoma (blood cancer) diagnosed at three yrs ago and various escapes from the house, touring the neighborhood for upwards of an hour then always coming back.

So many more stories and memories....

On April 20th she passed away in her house, on her bed, in my arms.

I love you Maddie.
Rest in peace.

Shanti means 'peace' in Nepali. He was certainly the most peaceful part of my life. I loved him dearly and he will be missed terribly and every day. He was a purebred Napoleon kitten, only 4 months old when he went to live in the catnip fields in the sky.

Like most kittens, he was full of energy and life. He loved to play in the bathtub, chase the laser toy, and generally be around wherever I was. The attached picture shows how inquisitive he was. As I was changing the strings on my guitar, he jumped right in! I sent the photo to the guitar company and they all got a big laugh. He had the softest fur, just like a baby bunny, and since he was 1/3 Ragdoll, he went limp when picked up. Just adorable. The other photo shows him at 6 weeks. Have you ever seen a more exquisite creature? I loved him on sight.


I took him in to be neutered last week, and 2 hours later received a call from the vet saying that the surgery went well, but when they tried to wake him up, he went into cardiac arrest. His heart stopped, and he died. The vet worked on him for 25 minutes trying to bring him back to me. But some creatures are not long for this world. Shanti was just too perfect, too special and beautiful to stay with us long.

Rest in peace my sweet little man. I love you forever.
Your mama-
Liz Grace

Wilbur was a survivor. He was found along side an old country road in Suffolk County, VA. where he served as a hound for a local hunt club. After being struck down by a vehicle, Wilbur was surrounded by a group of club members who made the decision to shoot him, as he would no longer serve their purpose. Fortunately, a good Samaritan intervened and carried Wilbur away to get help. As a result of his injuries, Wilbur lost his right eye and broke his right-front leg. After receiving medical attention he was transferred from Suffolk County SPCA to a rescue organization, K-9 New Life, located in Virginia Beach, VA.


Wilbur's adoption was finalized on March 27, 2004 and he relocated to the state of California later that year. It only took a few months for him to learn how to walk, and then to run, without limping. His personality blossomed as he became convinced that his new family loved him and was here to stay. He eventually learned how to play and took delight in pouncing around with Zha Zha, his Pomeranian pal. He loved car rides, trips to Burger King ("Just the patty, please!"), long walks on Mrs. Waterman's property in El Centro, early morning hours spent at McVicker Park, neck rubs from daddy, and having mommy all to himself. He disliked pedicures, baths, taking medicine, and mommy leaving for work.



Wilbur was diagnosed with lymphoma in August of 2008. He was treated by the oncology staff at CVS in Murrieta, CA. and was declared in remission at the beginning of 2009. During the month of July, 2010 Wilbur convinced his family that it was time to say goodbye. After a long and hard decision, he was laid to rest July 11, 2010 on a Sunday morning. He is survived by his father, mother, and sister.

Our Dearest Wilbur,

You were a gentle and loving spirit. Our sweet, beautiful boy! Your absence has left a pain of the acutest kind and I take solace in believing that we will meet again.Your existence has taught me to hope for humanity, despite all of its flaws and ignorance.You were my most loyal companion and I love and miss you so much. You stand as a testament to the undeniable truth that broken trust can be mended and that love is the world's most valuable treasure. Thank you for giving me and our family a chance to know and love you. Thank you for your patience and for your love in return. Your story will be told over and over again and you will never be forgotten.

Love,
Mommy, Daddy, and Jo-Jo Pumpkin

Rocky received his name from his maternal mother who decided she didn't want him and in turn bit him on his skull at 6 hours old. He received an open wound over his little closed eye that when opened would become his left blind eye. The Vet said that if Rocky made it through the first 24 hrs., we#8217;d be lucky. Well Rocky "true to his name" was a fighter, he made it through those first 24 hours of life. Rocky was special from the start. But what everyone didn't know when Rocky came into this world to bless us all, was just how special he really was...

Rocky's story...




Rocky was born August 18th, 2009 in Campo, CA to a father name Blue and a mother named Gucci - both Blue Staffordshire Terriers. Rocky received an eye injury when he was six hours old and was rushed to a Veterinary in Santee, CA., the Doctor said we'd be lucky if he made it 24 hrs. He did and so Rocky moved to North Park, CA to live with his new human mama and dad who would love and nurture him. Rocky went to work with his mama every Monday-Friday, went shopping at the grocery stores, slept in his little basket next the massage chair while his mama got her pedicures, visited grandpa & grandma, aunts & uncles on the weekends, canine friends, went to the beach, made many of trips to Petco and Petsmart and the list goes on. Wherever his mama went, Rocky was by her side in his little wicker picnic basket. One morning when Rocky was four months old his mama and dad had to go to an animal shelter and while waiting for the shelter to open, they went next door to the humane society to visit with all the beautiful dogs, cats and rabbits. Behind all those windows were animals waiting for new parents to take them home. As mama and dad were visiting with all the animals, they came across a few 4 and 5 month old pit bulls, who seemed to be extremely large for their age, "we're talking monsters" they said. Mama and dad looked at each other strange because Rocky being a Staffordshire Terrier, the largest of the Terrier breed and Rocky being of four months himself was nowhere near those puppies size. The first volunteer that mama and dad seen, they hurried up to ask... "Are all the puppies here ages determined by a licensed Veterinary?" The volunteer answered "yes". They always knew I was small but what they found out next would shock them. Shortly after their trip to the Humane Society, I was diagnosed as a Congenital Dwarf. They were in Awe. I may have been short in stature but I had a big teddy bear heart and was rather muscular as well.




A few months after Rocky's diagnoses, mama and Rocky ended up moving to Lemon Grove, CA with mama's aunt and uncle who Rocky came to know as mama-too and papa. At mama-too and papa's house, Rocky gained a canine brother and two sisters, all Boxers. They towered over Rocky but they let Rocky join their pack and hang just like if he were a big dog too. (I haven't mentioned yet but Rocky always had breathing problems, he was in and out of his Vet's in Santee on many of occasions. He'd had bronchitis, pneumonia and was on and off antibiotics and steroids for his breathing condition. What they told us was that Rocky had normal size organs in a dwarf body.) Anyway back to Rocky's story... One rainy morning, mama and mama too took Rocky to the Del Mar Fairgrounds and entered Rocky in the 2010 Ugly Dog Contest, they entered Rocky in a couple different categories. They had stayed all day and walked Rocky around the Hall to all the different booths, it would take a long time to make it from booth to booth because everyone had to stop to ask what kind of dog Rocky was. Rocky, mama and mama-too would be resting in our seats in the audience while the other event categories that Rocky wasn't entered in and people would come up and want to pet Rocky and ask all about him. Well, Rocky didn't place in the first category he was in but when it came to be the main event of the Ugliest Dog, Rocky placed and was asked to come back up on stage. (Mama and Rocky was up against some steep competition, there were certainly some ugly dogs on stage and mama didn't think Rocky was ugly at all, she thought Rocky was the most handsome of all the dogs that competed that day.) As the judges asked the runner ups to strut their stuff one more time, Rocky was the only one who received a standing ovation by most all the spectators. When the judges called two other dogs names and mama and Rocky were left on stage alone, mama thought Rocky had won but Rocky placed Second and from out of the crowd they named the Ugliest Dog winner which was one of those hairless, crested dog's. Mama was happy that dog won because she knew Rocky wasn't ugly.




After proudly accepting Second Place, time went by. Rocky was still in and out of the Vet's for breathing issues but seemed to be just fine and was living amongst continual love on a daily basis. August 17th mama came home from work with a Beef Dog Cake Recipe that she had planned to make Rocky for his birthday that next day. Rocky would be celebrating his 1st birthday. Well, Rocky got excited when mama got home and started panting and breathing really hard. Mama, mama-too and papa were getting kinda worried that Rocky wouldn't calm down. We put cold wash cloths on him, took him out in the front yard to relax in the cool air, tried giving him candy a.k.a. doggy biscuits but Rocky didn't want candy, wasn't calming down but he was drinking a ton of water. When his belly got swollen, mama knew it was time to take Rocky to the Pet Emergency Hospital. As soon as she walked in, a nurse behind the desk asked what was wrong, mama told the nurse that Rocky was having a hard time breathing. The nurse immediately took Rocky from mama and took him behind a door. The nurse immediately returned to the reception area and asked mama to follow her. She went into an exam room and told mama, Rocky was in Critical Condition and they would need to place Rocky on oxygen, sedate him and put an IV in him. Mama said to do what they had to. A few minutes later, two doctors came out and asked for mama, they took her in another exam room and told her that Rocky's throat was completely shut and the oxygen, sedation and IV wouldn't be enough. They said they could try to put a tracheotomy in Rocky but didn't even know if that would work. They said at that point Rocky had less than a 50/50 chance. As the doctors left the room to go assist Rocky, mama broke down and called mama-too and papa. They got dressed and rushed to the Pet Hospital, mama also called dad to let him know what was going on with Rocky and he rushed to be with Rocky too. The doctors weren't able to get the smallest trach they had in Rocky but they were able to adjust the trach and get a portion of it in Rocky's throat and he was still alive. The doctors then showed us the X-rays they had taken of Rocky and announced news that none of us wanted to hear. Rocky's trachea was the width of a raw spaghetti noodle, a normal size trachea for the size dog Rocky was should have been the size of an adult human's thumb. Mama-too asked many of questions to the doctors because mama couldn't talk, dad and papa listened with tears welling up in their eyes. Rocky's trachea could not be fixed, he could have had soft pallet removed from his throat if he awoke when he came out of anesthesia but the doctors said his chances were not good and he would have had to live with a hole in his throat and would be in and out of the hospital all the time. After that news, a lot of raw emotions were brought to the surface that mama wouldn't want repeated so she'll end that part of the story there.

Rocky took his last breath on his own at approximately 12:10 a.m. the morning of August 18th, 2010 his first birthday. Mama got up that next morning and made Rocky's Beef Birthday cake, close family and friends came to the house that evening to celebrate Rocky's life. We sang Happy Birthday and Rocky's pack enjoyed a piece of Beef Birthday Cake.




It didn't matter where Rocky went, everyone stopped to take a look at Rocky... he had a fan club, just like a "Rock Star"!

My husband travels on a regular basis and we were looking for a companion and protector for myself while he was gone. We wanted to rescue an older dog so we could "save their life". But as it turns out, he saved ours. We had been looking for a Labrador and had been hitting dead ends because we are renters and our property manager was out of town. We live on 5 acres and although we knew we had the okay for a dog, no one would even work with us until they had something in writing. After weeks and weeks of frustration, we stopped by a Rancho Coastal Humane Society in San Diego to look and see what we could find. That is when Hobbs was brought into our lives. He was a 4 1/2 year old Weimaraner. He had been surrendered to the pound twice and the staff was looking for a forever home for him. After spending 2 hours with Hobbs, we knew he was our dog. Moe, one of the employees, saw the bond we had with him and went out of her way to make it possible to hold him until our property manager was back from vacation.




Hobbs was great with people, but not so great with other dogs and basically any small animal. I believe this may have been why so many have given up on him. We took the time to work with him and after about a year, he was able to be happy around a couple dogs.



Hobbs had a lot of health issues including separation anxiety. He was so bad he would make himself sick every time my husband traveled. I was not about to give up on him because until he came into our life, he had such a bad life including possibly being abused. Bryan and I loved Hobbs and gave him 5 years of unconditional love and attention.




On Saturday, August 28, 2010. Hobbs, our 10 year old Weimaraner, was bitten by a rattlesnake in our backyard. Bryan was out running errands, I was able to get him to an emergency vet in less then 25 minutes after the bite. Bryan met us at the vet not long after. They took Hobbs back and began pain treatment, the vet reported he was swelling up, but not as bad as other snake bites she has treated. We signed the estimate and they went to work on him, we were advised of the risks, and we asked them to save our dog. They said we could probably pick him up the next morning around 8am, pending the anti-venom treatment went as planned. We went home to await a phone call on his condition, we received the phone call around 8pm advising he had an allergic reaction to the anti-venom and went into anaphylactic shock, his major organs also failed during this reaction. We lost Hobbs at 8:15 pm Saturday night...



He was our hunting partner, our best friend , and protector . We are both still in shock and dealing with heavy hearts. We know now that Hobbs will not be in pain and will not be sick anymore. We also know that Hobbs left this world knowing that he had a forever family who didn't give up on him and loved him unconditionally. He was given to us for a reason, he taught us more about love and hopefully when the time is right, we can open our home to another rescue who needs a forever family.

One great pup that owned & took very good care of me. I miss her very much!

A little back story on her and others in her life:
1988 my mom got me a little rat terrier to keep me company (single dude & happy?) mom passed 1990.
Little "ODIE" white with black & brown spots. He took care of me thru a cancer bout & many other hard spots in life. In 1993 I had the idea of getting Odie a buddy (here comes Layna!) I looked all around & saw a add in the paper "10 mixed pups FREE to good homes Valley center" 1st thing I called got directions but it was late and had to wait for morning 7am! Long drive out where I've never been. Found the address around 8am, a big horse ranch. Shure enough 10 pups in a stall all colors "Mixed!"
The man I met told me he was driving in to work the week before & saw on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere a box being guarded by an Australian Shepard "MOM". Box held 10 pups. He took them to work & showed them to his boss (at Horse ranch) all looked healthy; his vet gave them all checkups & shots. Enter me... I was given a stool to sit on and told to sit in stall. Amedently attacked by a heard "O" pups. I wearing flip flops, my toes became fair game. 10 pups of all colors and sharp teeth had a fun time but one little Brindle girl stood out and only licked/kissed my toes... hummm... let's try something, I got up and moved to the other side, the heard "O" pups came a running. All teeth but for the one kisser. After 2 more moves and same results, Layna had picked me! I picked up the little brindle girl and told the man she's the one! The man said I'd have to wait because someone else called first and would have first choice, but with a little questioning it turned out I'd have to wait for myself! I was the one who called first, got there first & she was mine!! (Or was it I was hers?) As we walked out of the stall I noticed 5 or 6 cars of people waiting for their turn, I'm glad I came early!! & all 10 pups got good homes! We went home and Odie was in heaven playing with the pup - best buds for life. Layna & Odie took care of me together for a long time. Odie left us in 2006 at 18! I miss the little guy, RIP bud. Well Layna needed a bud now, and Heidi a Chihuahua came along to join our team in 2007. Layna started to slow up a bit, kind of weak but she would not show it. It became clear to me that she was ready. On August 6, 2010 a very nice Lady vet came to our home to help Layna move on. Layna left Heidi & I to see Mom & Odie and wait at the Rainbow Bridge for me & Heidi. Night, Night little girl, You'll always be in my heart!
Thank you for all your love & taking care of me!
We love you! Mike & Heidi

Our precious friend, she loved us unconditionally, she loved sure loved dinner and of course her cookies. Gabby loved the water, hated the pool, she sure loved the lakes, ocean, rivers and streams. Gabby could out dig the biggest earth mover, she would dig to China if you let her. Don't forget to open the motorhome window, she would tell you where the switch was.

She loved her pals Rudy & Rocky, the grandbabies were her mission, she was a fierce protector. Papa's shadow, and Mema's blood pressure monitor, she could sense your emotions, what a dear, dear friend.

Gabby will be missed by her loving family. See you soon Dear Friend.

Love Mema and Papa

Sweet Bindy Girl,

It's only been a day since you left us, and we miss you so much. I thought I heard you scratching at my door this morning and mom thought she heard you meowing in her room. Your not suffering anymore girl. We'll always love you and we'll never forget you.

Sweet dreams Bindy Girl.....

Cy wasn't just my dog...he was my soul mate, my best friend and my security blanket. He helped me thru many rough times. He followed me everywhere, always checking to make sure I was ok. He made me smile and he made me laugh. He was a true friend. He loved all of his humans. This was his "job" and he did it well. I miss you Cy-Chops, my Buddy...you will remain in my heart forever.

Cy passed away in May 2008.

Susan has set up a memorial page for Cy, http://tribute.perfectmemorials.com/beloved-friend-cy/

Archie the Great Dane sadly passed away with his dad by his side on December 19, 2010. He was 6.5 years old. He was a loving companion and a member of our family since he was 8 weeks old. We know that you are in heaven running around once again with Sam. We love and miss you each and every day. Love dad, mom, and Soleil.

My sweet boy - you are so special. The trust you showed me made my heart sing - the way you could purr and mi-aw at the same time. The way you would come to me when I called you - even if something had scared you. How you would jump from a chair or a table and land on my shoulder when I stretched my arms out for you. I am so honored to have had your trust and love.



Curl up with my dad and Chip and DD and MivMiv and Peter. What a feast it will be, when we all will be together again. Always in my heart, my sweet Simon.

Georgia, we are missing you so much these days. You gave us so much joy for so many years. You would fall asleep in the funniest positions always making us wonder how you were comfortable and running for the camera to capture your pose. This Navy family made you a transcontinental dog, born in Virginia Beach, living most of your years in Spain and leaving earth for dog heaven from Coronado, California. You are the only dog we know that could bark in both English and Spanish. Your paw prints are still in the dust on the wooden floors and your nose smudges on the windows, we can't bring ourselves to wipe them away. Your favorite thing in the world was to go for a walk and regardless of the weather we walked you twice a day, everyday. On the cold, dark morning of January 13, 2011 you gave your life to spare your owner's while on a walk. You took the brunt of the blow from the car so dad could live. We will forever be grateful to you.

Love, Mom & Dad, Christopher & Lauren
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For 14 years, I loved you so much. My days began and ended with you. I feel so lost without you being here, but please know I cannot wait till you come home again.

I love you Bobo.

Daddy Harry

My beloved Sesame was such an extraordinary cat. She and I had 14 1/2 wonderful years together, and went through so much together! We were the best of friends. She crossed over to spirit on January 5, 2007, and not a day goes by that I do not miss her sweetness, her loving affection, her freckled nose, her meows, her accompanying me to the pantry to see if there were any treats to hand out, and her sleeping on my head like a warm, furry cap. Sesame, you are the best. I love you more than words can say.

Cindy Marzolf
Sesame's mom

Dusty; We will love you and miss you forever and forever will you be in our hearts. There is a star up there with your name on it. We will talk to you all the time. It's awfully quiet down here with no click clack noises on the tile with your claws, no begging for food when I open a zip lock bag or open the Mayonaise jar, and no shaking of the ears. It's all the little things that counted. And that my pup, is what makes it all the more hard. You are no longer in pain. We hope that you are running and jumping freely in the hills of heaven. You will be missed and never replaced. You are one in your own. We love you Dusty!

Love, Mom, Dad, Kyle and Kellen

My Dearest Maxie,

Oh Maxie Doodles, I miss you more than words can describe, and your mamma & daddy miss you every second of the day. Not a day goes by where we don't think of you or wish we could have you back in our lives and just hug you and play fitch with you! You were the greatest Brother, Son, & best friend anyone could ever ask for, and such an amazing blessing that you will never ever be forgotten or replaced. You have changed our lives and gave us such joy, laughter and love without wanting anything in return other than our love and attention. You were quite the handful from your daily walk walks, barking till you got your ribs, fresh blankies, to banana and milk in the mornings, but thats what made us love you more because you entertained us and you were just being you. I can still remember that summer day in the year 2000 when you were just 6 weeks old and as I was walking up the driveway you out of the whole liter came up to my leg and looked up at me like you picked us as your family right away, and right there is when I knew I wanted to take you home. I knew you were very special and not like any other, you were just Max.


Everyday is a struggle, because the house just seems so empty without you, and it's hard not hearing your collar or hearing you knock on the door to go outside or just cuddle with when I was sad or watching a scary movie while mom and dad were out. I sometimes feel you like your next to me in spirit watching over us and protecting us. I have to be strong for your mamma and daddy because they are having a hard time, so please watch over them and take care of them, they buy you sunflowers every week because those were your favorite to sit by to try to eat the bees, oh we miss you so much. I'm thankful for all the pictures and videos we have, so we can always cherish all the memories we had of you. You gave us 11 amazing years and in those 11 years you gave us more happiness than we ever thought we could have. I know that you are here in spirit with us.


Saying goodbye to you was the hardest thing we had to do, because we were not ready, and still till this day we are not ready to let you go, you will be in our hearts forever and we will love you forever. Remembering the fun times with you is what makes me strong to not be sad, but its still hard and a challenge everyday. I wish I could bring you back but I know one day we will be reunited but till than I hope you are running around and eating bees like you have always done. I hope you are taking walk walks with your mommy up their and driving everybody crazy with your loud snoring haha....I know you resting now with your baby and ducky and not in pain anymore....You were one of a kind doodles and you will never be replaced!
P.S. Your buddy Brad misses you very much and loves you.


We love you and think about you everyday

Love, Dad, Mom and JoJo

May 5, 2003 - August 28, 2011



Bart...We knew this day would come but this was far to soon. You have always been our little buddy and helped us through the most difficult times of our lives. I feel like you were a little angel sent here to help us get through the loss of both Colton and Aurora. You were a part of their lives and they loved you. You have been a link to them...it was as though as long as we had you we still had a part of them. Now, we have a part of you in our hearts and memories and they have you. I still can't believe that you won't be here with us like you have been every day since you were born. Thank you for being a special part of our lives. The amount of pain we are experiencing now just proves how much we loved you and what a big part of our family you were. I hope they have "timber tigers" in heaven for you to chase. Good-bye for now "Little Buddy". We'll meet again when it's our time.

We love you Barty!!

Doug, Lisa and Sammi

My beloved "Big D". There simply aren't words big enough to describe who you were and how well you were loved.


You fell into my life quite unexpectedly, a foster dog that I "absolutely could NOT keep." Ha. You were one too many, you were too big, too slobbery and quite smelly. And you knew you were mine the second I hauled you out of the shelter. I did, too. We had more adventures in six short years than most humans do in a lifetime. You tried every dog sport you could, succeeded at some, but mostly, you were my rock. My constant companion, my calm in the storm that is life. You knew my moods better than I did. You could always be counted on to be there, to be steady.


We swam, tracked, hiked, competed, worked, taught, learned, and got skunked together. If it was wild, then you were in. You did everything in a big way, and managed to be brilliant in your goofiness. You made everyone shake their heads and laugh, because only you would get totally sidetracked while lure coursing and instead of chasing the lure, jump over a pile of hay bales and bring me back an empty water bottle. Only you would manage to slip a harness during training and simply finish the exercise on your own, successfully too, I might add. Only you would escape from any enclosure I put you in, leap fences and go through windows to come looking for me. Of course, you always found me, I was always there. I would never leave you. You had to know that.


You and I were meant to be, it was such a grand love affair, and I learned so much from you. I will carry the lessons with me always, and mourn your loss for the rest of my days.

I feel very much that you were taken from me too soon. Robbed that we never got those golden years to sit around together and reminisce about "the good ol' days." Maybe that just wasn't in the cards for us. Because you left my life just the way you came in, big, bold, brave and strong. Quite unexpectedly and with a bang. Like everything else you ever did, you even died with flair. Who gets a spontaneous pneumothorax? Who does that? Of course, you would. And not once, but twice. The first one we beat, with multiple tests and major surgeries. Remove his lung? Sure, let's do it. They said it was curative. They said you'd have a long, normal life and play ball again, go tracking, and age gracefully. Six weeks later, almost to the day, your other lung blew out, and there was nothing more to be done. Because breathing is, you know, somewhat necessary.


I knew when I took you in, when we loaded the family into the car, that you would not be coming home with us. Still, we all hoped. Held onto that tiny shred, hoping for a miracle.

We didn't get a miracle. We said our goodbyes, and I held you tight as the vet eased your pain. I will miss you every day, my beautiful friend. I am ever grateful to have known you. The empty space in our home and hearts is just about your size. Too big.

I have told many people that you lived big, loved hard, and will be missed by many. I believe that is the mark of a truly successful life.


Rest easy D,
Love always,
Michelle, Josh, Quinn, Jester, Teak, Karma and Castle

1995 to 2011
One morning in 1995, a delightfully curious kitten meowed at our screen door. He was a stray who had been
wondering around the neighborhood for about a week. A few people had given him food but no one had taken
him in. That's the day Calvin became part of our family. We really had no idea what was in store for us.

Sometimes it seemed like Calvin was the Winnie-the-Pooh character, Tigger, come real life. Tigger always
said "bouncing is what Tiggers do best" and that was no understatement for Calvin. He did a lot of bouncing!
He was always carefree and full of boundless energy. Calvin was the kind of cat that would climb the Christmas
tree or attempt daredevil leaps from high vantage points. Each day held new promise of adventure for him.
Even at 16 years old, he loved to play just like a kitten.

Calvin was very social - always wanted to be where the action was and right in the middle of things. He'd
often steal the show with his silly antics. He was affectionate as much as he was playful which made him
easily loved and adored by family and friends. He left his paw print on many hearts.

Calvin was always up for fun, but like all cats, he also loved to nap. His favorite spot was on Greg's lap.
He purred so loud and was so very happy when he was with Greg. He loved his "daddy". Without a doubt, Calvin
loved Greg unlike anything else. And Greg loved him just as much. They went together like peas and carrots.

We celebrate Calvin's life by keeping him alive in our memory and in our hearts. His happy-go-lucky spirit
remains with us and makes us smile at the thought of him. He filled our lives with love, affection and, at
times, hilarity. This beloved animal will never be forgotten. We love and miss him so much.

When we met 12 year-old Tilly at a local shelter, we heard the word "unsalvageable" used to describe her. Something in her eyes told us she didn't feel the same way, and we brought her home. Tilly was shy and quiet, but barked in protest if anyone (visitors included), tried to leave the house. Although she loved a lap and taking walks, she enjoyed prepping her special blanket into the perfect "cave," or finding her favorite spot on the grass to soak up the sunshine. For 3 years, she taught us that a senior pet can bring a special kind of joy and unconditional love into one's heart and home. She was a very brave little girl who never once complained. Tilly, we will always love you and miss you, but we'll meet again someday. Wear your wings proudly, fly over the Rainbow Bridge and run free.

Love,

Valerie and Mike

*Tilly was adopted June 18, 2009 and earned her wings January 30, 2012. Our sincere thanks to the staff at Peaceful Paws, for their patience and compassion

Thank you peaceful paws for such a lovely presentation of our beloved pets' remains. Your company provides a wonderfully unexpected service. Having been through this before, we are so very impressed with the care you took.

A little memorial to remember our best friend with..


Our Dearest Orson:

The day you came into our lives seven years ago as a rescue was a gift of grace we will forever be grateful for. You have taught us such lessons of patience, unconditional love & loyalty. All of the great dog-like attributes you provided will be part of us forever. You followed us everywhere and acted like you were a lap puppy. You passed within two weeks of your diagnosis of a terrible cancer. The hardest decision of our lives was to let you go fast so you wouldn't suffer. We are still in shock but we are blessed: we are seeing, smelling, feeling your angel dust everywhere. I hope we forever do so. Miss you so much... You are safe now, you will never feel pain, hunger or fear again. May you stay with your maker forever, you have earned your permanence in the heavens. Chase butterflies all day: once in a while you would catch a spider and let it go as you wouldn't know what to do with it because you did not have a mean streak in your body. You are one of your parents greatest teachers. We are forever humbled by your stay with us.
We are so very proud of you.

See you soon lion heart.
Love and gratitude,

Mom & Dad

Aylin & R. Kelly Wells

KitKat, you brought so much joy into our lives and you were so much a part of our family. We miss you so much and we love you with all our hearts!
-- Dad, Mom, Ken and Kat --


KitKat earned her wings on Wednesday April 18, 2012

Sandy, our cat, died last night after a short illness with renal failure. She was in ICU. I visited her the day before and held her in my arms and kissed her for an hour. I think she was just waiting to say goodbye. She died in her sleep.

Sandy was sixteen years old and was always in perfect health. My son, Jim, found her in a dumpster at his work and gave her to his sister, Kelly for my grandchildren. Kelly did not want her and my grandson, Devin cried so that we took her. At that time, we had a cat, Tammy who was the matriarch of our street and Buster, our dog, both getting old. Sandy was very wild and did not trust man or beast. I kept her in a cage and kept it in our laundry room so she would see the other animals going in and out the doggie door. I took her out every day to get used to everyone. One day she wanted to get to something and stood on Buster, fell and landed in his lap. He turned, her eyes got big with fright, and he kissed her. After that she was fine, When Tammy and Buster died 6 weeks apart (Buster I think died of a broken heart as he kept looking for Tammy), I think my husband and I would have never recovered from the loss if it wasn't for Sandy. Sandy loved to be kissed. She had feistiness, too, which can be seen by the scars on my hands and arms. She will be missed by her parents, Susan and Richard, her dog sisters, Moo, Lady, and Trixie, her uncles Devin and Justin, her aunt, Coryn, and great aunt Carol and her sister Kelly.

-Susan Hawryla

In loving memory of our dearest Mixie (6/16/2001-5/08/2012)

I remember when we first saw you, the only black/tan female puppy among 3 others. You have brothers who are bigger and stronger but YOU captured our heart. Even though the breeder is offering us the stronger puppy because you were the runt of the litter, we refused because we really wanted you and we had a created an immediate bond the first time we held you.

We brought you to our home and we were so worried because you were so little. We can't even find a collar for your neck because everything was so big for you. We did find you a nice ball and you immediately fell in love with it. You just love fetching and don't get tired doing it.

Remember our walks in Poway Lake? You just love strolling around the lake with us. You also love running with me. I was so proud of you when you first run the Doggie Dash with me and we both finished my very first 5K run. You love running with me so much that you ended up with a herniated disc. I still remember the look of your face, how worry you were because you couldn't stand up. And you tried so hard to scoot around. The trip to the ER was not fun at all. I was so unsure about how are they going to fix your legs. After your surgery, you still were unable to walk but we painstakingly rehabilitated you, squeezed your bladder all day long so you won't have any infections. My mom would exercise your legs so you can gain strength. You had no idea how happy I was after you were able to stand up on your own after a couple of weeks. In about a month, you were able to gain mobility and able to walk again. You gave us so much hope that one day you will be able to run around and fetch the ball again.

Our precious angel, you will always be a piece of our heart, just broken away for now. We will meet you at the Rainbow Bridge. The joy you brought this family cannot be described in words. We fell in love at first site, finding you in that grocery cart was a blessing. You are a GENIUS. You trained us well. We new exactly what time you wanted dinner and when you had to have your cookies. You welcomed Gabby into our family and helped her overcome her fears, and comforted her when she was sick, she is so happy you are with her now. We know how much you missed Gabby and needed to be with her, so you two play without any pain, fear, fences and leashes, you go girls, have fun.

We will never forget your kind and gentle spirit, you loved everyone even the mean mailman. You were also a fearless protector of the Children and Grandchildren, thank you for your sweetness.

Now you have no worries, we will see you in a bit, so don't cross the road and don't play with snakes, we'll be right back!

We love and miss you.

Love,

Mommy, Daddy, Cassie and David and everyone whose heart you touched.

February 2007- May 16, 2012

We must have asked ourselves over a thousand times if we had made the correct choice. The "what if's" only seemed to make the hurt of your loss that much more unbearable. I believe in my heart you knew how much we truly loved you, because we knew how infinite your love was for us. You completed our unique family making it a whole. Now our home feels lonely.... empty... and quiet. Perhaps time will help with this.

You were our protector from what we couldn't see or hear. You were our security when things became hard or lonely. You were our warm spot on a cold winter day or rainy afternoon. You were our tissue when tears would roll down our cheeks. You ARE our forever companion.

The hand you were dealt with is still hard to understand, the decision we made still weighs heavy on our shoulders. We want to believe that we spared you an ending of pure discomfort and inevitably pain. One thing we are certain of in all this confusion is that you are now free to be the spark of life that you were. To be the Toby you couldn't be after your cancer took a hold of your tiny body and soul. To be the Toby we terribly miss.

Thank you for all your lessons. For blessing us with so much life, all your loyalty and your never ending love for us. You were truly one of a kind. We miss you, Toby, very much. Forever in our hearts until we see each other again, bubas...

With aching hearts,
Nate, Anitza, & Rae

8/1999-5/20/2012

My beautiful little girl, I'll always remember the day I found you. Only a few weeks old, you waddled over to me, a tiny ball of fur, and jumped into my arms. I knew at that moment that we were meant to find each other.

The 13 years we had together wasn't enough. I always pictured you as being one of those cats that lives crazy long lives. I feel like I've been robbed of precious time with you.

One week ago today, you left me. That day I knew something was terribly wrong. My dread was worsened as I brought the carrier over to you to take you to the ER. You let me put you in it without a fight. The first time in your life that it didn't take me an hour to get you in. Chills ran through my body.

That day still seems like a blur to me. The doctor coming in and explaining that you were a lot sicker than I had thought, and that you didn't have much time left. The decision I had to make to end your misery was the hardest in my life. How could I choose to end the life of something I loved so much? I contemplated taking you home but I realized how selfish that would make me when you were clearly in so much pain. Although it hurt me and will haunt me for the rest of my life, I'm glad I was there with you for your last breath. The second I told the doctor, "I'm ready," you stood up, walked over to me, and curled you body into my chest almost and if you were telling me you were ready and wanted me to hug you as it happened. Holding you as your body turned cold and feeling your soul leaving your body killed a piece of me.

Everything makes me think of you these days, songs, pictures, looking at your spot on the bed. I made Mac n Cheese today and realized you weren't here to bug me for some. You'll never know how much happiness and love you brought me. I was 14 years old when you came into my life so I feel as if we grew up together. That's a bond I will never have with another cat. And as I sat here writing this, having a beer with Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here playing, Cleo sat watching me the whole time. I think it's her way of saying bye to you. Thank you for choosing me to be your mom, Meowthy; it was a privilege that I will always treasure. I'll miss and think about you every day until I can be with you again.

My special friend,
Inside my heart you'll stay,
You'll be with me until,
The sun,
Shines through the night,
It never will.
My little star,
You'll never fade away,
The hands of time are still,
And we'll be forever young

We'll love you forever,
Mom, (Tati) your sister Cleo, & brother Shinobi

I remember clearly the day we brought you home in July of 1995, 17 long years ago. You were so tiny that you could fit in the palm of my hand. We met your mom and dad, a black-and-white long-haired chihuahua and a fawn pug; so, of course, you were a pughuahua. And you were as white as snow and so incredibly cute. You sat in my lap on the way home in the car with Adam (6) and Alex (2) in the backseat. You were one of Adam's 6th birthday presents. We decided to call you Bailey.

Such a funny boy, you made us laugh every day with something silly that you would do. And such a sweet boy. You were like a stuffed animal that had come to life. You were always happiest sitting in someone's lap, and it didn't matter whose lap it was. You loved everyone. You always kept me company while I was working at home alone and everyone else was gone at work or at school, you slept right next to my head every night, and you loved pork more than anything on Earth.

You used to love to run and run and run, but you weren't able to run anymore in the end. Gradually over the last couple years your sight began to fade until you could no longer see at all, but you adapted like a champ and figured out how to navigate your way around. You were the vet's oldest patient, and he could not get over how wonderful you were. You were the best companion to Lucy and Loki. They will miss you very much just as your people will.

But as time went on, you just became more and more tired. Your little body had just done all it could for you, and old age finally took its toll. You still looked like a puppy at 17 years old. Everyone still thought you were a puppy. but you weren't a puppy anymore. You were old and you were exhausted. And after years of never asking for anything, there was only one thing that you wanted....just to go home where you could see again and run and play and eat pork whenever you wanted to.

As much as I wanted you to stay with me forever physically, I know that you'll always be with me. You were the sweetest baby we could have have ever hoped for, and we will miss you every day. Thank you, my sweet Bailey, for hanging in there for so much longer than most dogs do. I promise I will be as tough getting through this as you were for me until you knew I was finally ready to let you go.

Love always...
Amy xoxoxoxo

9/2000-6/16/2012

In Loving Memory of Kona Girl.




You filled 12 years of our lives with joy, laughter, and companionship.
We loved you from the moment we got you. You were the happiest bird...
singing your wonderful songs, talking to us and telling us everything you had
on your mind, flying with Hilo and giving him a chase, and giving us your wonderful
kisses! We will always wonder how we got so lucky to have you.
You were the best girl, and you are missed. You are in our hearts forever!

Fly high Kona Girl!
Love, Brian and Toni xox

I will never forget the day that I met you. You were at the shelter with your brothers and sisters. I walked up to your cage and as I opened it, you jumped out and landed on my shoulder, and started to lick my ear. I knew you had picked me to be your mom.
I brought you home and we took care of each other until the day that the cancer took you from me.

My bed hog...
My TV buddy...
You had the loudest purr and the most manly mew in the world!

You were strong and handsome and magical. You had the soulful eyes of an old man.

To my forever cat, Tie, that taught me about cat magic. The stars and the universe are a little brighter with the light of your sweet soul. Gracie and I will always love you, and miss you every single day.

My sweet boy.....

December 15, 1996 - July 23,2012

We thank you for the fifteen years you gave to us. Your life was filled with adventure, joy, and most of all love. You blessed our home with your company. When we were alone, we knew we had you with us. We loved sharing our fries and tortillas with you and watching you sleep with your toy monkey. Every time we walk through the door, we remember how you would greet us. We know you will be the first one to run over to us when we get to Heaven. Our hearts are heavy with the loss of you but we are comforted knowing you are no longer in pain. Your transition into your next life was peaceful and we know you are resting now.

Sleep now and be at peace. We love you, Cooks.

In remembrance of our little girl,

The Alvarez Family

Rocky,

We all miss you so very much!! What a journey it's been for us all. We got you in 1996 when the girls were little and you all grew up together! When one of them was sick you would lay in their room. I'd go past to check on them and you'd look at me as if to say, "It's ok mom..I'm here!" You brought us such joy Rocky. What fun it was to watch you run through the sprinklers. You would attack them until you were so cold you were shivering. The fun you had!!

As time passed you all grew up...and you were still our loyal companion. You looked lonely...so we got you a friend Roxie. The two of you played and kept one another company. Roxie couldn't understand your fascination with the sprinklers!!

As time passed you began to walk slower. In the last few months you were no longer able to do the things you enjoyed. You slept more and more and weren't able to run through the sprinklers anymore. I knew it was getting time to say goodbye to you. We dreaded the day when it arrived. I know that you are waiting for us there in heaven. You are feeling no pain and runinng and I'm even willing to bet running through the sprinklers!!! We miss you Rocky...thanks for all the wonderful years!!!

Our Precious Cochita
January 19, 1997 to February 10, 2012

Our dear Cochita brought us fifteen years of wonderful happiness and true love. She was our little blonde angel, so precious and joyful. From the very beginning of her life, Cochita was a pup on the go. She loved to be in motion, always up for jumping and playing. She had the most positive attitude and was always so sweet and happy. Cochita was beautiful and gentle, and we were so blessed to have her as ours. We miss her so much. All of the love and cuddles and will always remember her as an important and beloved family member.

Rodolfo and Mellissa

10/2000-7/22/2012

Our precious Houdini was so deeply loved, and the loss of him is a pain that feels impossible to put to words. He is missed terribly. Every day, Houdini brought love, laughter, devotion, warmth, lots of kisses, and joy to our life. He was special and was emotionally delicate. When we rescued him in February of 2002, it became clear quite quickly that Houdini needed to feel secure, to feel love, and to be reassured that all would be okay. It was our honor and pleasure to provide a life for Houdini that gave him all that he deserved and more. Houdini was a treasured family member, and we will love him for forever.

Rodolfo and Mellissa

Our Beautiful Girl Ginger


Our Beautiful Girl Ginger enriched our lives for 16 years and 4 months. Her heart murmur turned into heart failure and her decline was gradual but worsened during the the week of August 13th and she was given the gift of euthanasia, in her home, among her family. She went to Dog Heaven at 150pm August 23rd.

Her passing was peaceful and trama free, with the compassionate assistance of Dr. Annie Forslund of Home Pet Euthanasia Of Southern California.

Her passing has left her family severly saddened with empty hearts - we lover her so! She as an absolute Angel.

Ginger would have told us:

"Grieve Not - Nor Speak of Me with Tears - But laugh and Talk of Me as if I Were Here Beside You - I Loved You So - It Was Heaven Here With You."

With Severly Aching Hearts,

Jerry and Scott

Walter -

What an unforgettable character you were, Walter - a special little guy with lots of personality. You were a beautiful blue-fronted amazon parrot. At 45 years old, you survived 24 other family pets - giving most of them trouble when you had half a chance. We miss your singing with the vacuum cleaner and the operatic neighbor, your "hellos" to everyone including the telephone, your name recollection, your laugh, and even some of the bad words you picked up.

I grew up with you - enchanting me with your beauty and antics from that day we met - so long ago - to your last weak little "hello". We've lost someone very special - someone who will never be forgotten by anyone who knew him. We miss you everyday we don't hear your little noises. It's so quiet now. You've been my noisy little friend for a long. long time.

Fly free, Wally! XOXOXO jackie

(Special thanks to Dr. Mohiuddin, Sara, and Peaceful Pets who were so kind and compassionate when you needed help.)

Then the Lord God said, "It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him."
Genesis 2:18


Enano came into the Juarez's life a tiny white cotton ball. Like a cloud handed down to us from the heavens, he brought us moments of joy and happiness to fill a lifetime. He was a family member to us and a companion to his kin, Teddy, and a shepherd to us all. Words cannot describe the emptiness left in our hearts by him, but solace is brought in knowing that he is once again reunited with his friend freckles to run amongst the clouds and chase each other to their hearts content. He was and forever will be part of lives and will be missed dearly. We love you and will miss you "ici nano."

In Memory of Dutch Sljivar June 17, 2006 - October 28, 2012



My Beloved Belgian Malinois succumbed to cancer today at 4:00pm.
She peacefully slipped away after having her last meal, lying down next to me.
Her presence still felt in my heart, in my mind, and in my soul.
She was truly a blessing to me and everyone that knew her.
I will never forget how she taught me the virtues of companionship and unconditional love.
Be a good girl, Dutch, wherever you may be resting.
Daddy will always love you.

Gus was 17 years old when he died. He was our Neighborhood Cat. This wasn't a duty that he took lightly. He made sure that as the Neighborhood Cat that he was the official greeter of any visitors to his neighborhood. He would make his rounds and visit with any neighbors who were outdoors. He would help the mailman sort the mail. He would assist the pool man when he was servicing the pool. If there were any workers in the neighborhood, Gus was quick to lend a paw to help them do their jobs. (Never getting in the way, but supervising in a way that only cats can.)

Gus knew everybody and everybody knew Gus.

Gus was never a stray. Before becoming the Neighborhood Cat, he had official owners. When they moved back in 2002 they asked if Gus could stay behind. We all agreed. Gus was a fixture in the neighborhood and it wouldn't be the same without the feisty white cat with black spots. So Gus stayed on. He was outdoors during the day. At night, he had his own room in our community clubhouse.

Gus loved everybody and in return he was very much loved.

He died on Sunday, October 28th. He was sunning himself in the street and one of the new neighbors didn't see him and ran him over. We rushed him to the emergency vet, but Gus was severely injured. We didn't want him to suffer, so we let him go.

The neighborhood is NOT the same without Gus. He was greatly loved and he is very missed. But his legend lives on. And he is in many hearts, but he has a very special place, a Forever Home in my heart. Be at peace Gus.

Piper, born 7-13-2000 crossed the Rainbow Bridge 9-30-2012.

These are a few pictures of Angels Piper Lynn and some pictures with her sister Angles Night Skye. Both Piper and Skye were born on July 13, 2000. Trying to pick pictures has been very hard for me to do.

We have been blessed to have had five Shelties enriching our lives for the past 23 years. Piper, was our fourth Sheltie to enter our lives, along with her sister, Skye. Each of these dogs have had their own personalities, and no two were alike. We have loved each one, and each one had given their unquestioning love back tenfold.

Piper was always with me, and when I had an accident, she would not leave my side except to get food, water or go outside. She always was back in a few minutes and would then lie next to my back which had been broken in the accident. The pressure and warmth of her next to my back was better than any heat pad could ever be.

Piper will be missed, but always remembered. Her sister, Skye, is now starting to fill the void left by Piper by being with or next to me.

Our thanks go to the vets and their assistants who, with their dedication, had taken care of Piper.

Thank you,
Rod and Jane McLauchlin

Hope

Hope embodied her name and represented the true meaning of Hope. She was born with Patent Ductus Arteriosis, a serious congenital heart defect, and was not expected to live. Thanks to the loving care of Deb Farris, the breeder, and surgery at University of Florida, she went on to live a wonderful fun filled life. She brought joy and Hope to her family, Lisa, Chuck, Jensen and Jeff, and brother "Marley". Hope loved agility, eating, Frisbee, banana chips, cuddling, cheese-sticks, hiking, chicken jerky, tugging and dried fruit treats. You could always count on being greeted with a full body and tail wag - even if you were only out of sight for 5 minutes.

Hope

Hope is the difference between life and death, light and dark, success and failure. Hope assures us the sun will rise after the dark of night, and flowers will bloom from the rain. Hope allows us to believe in miracles and achieving the impossible.

Hope

Although Hope has gone on, our lives are still full of Hope. I am grateful for every day and moment we had with a beautiful creature. I remain Hopeful for beautiful flowers and bright sunshine as they remind me of Hope.

Momo

10-27-06 to 12-5-12






Our sweet little baby Momo. You were taken away from us way too soon. You were such a brave little boy through your battle with Lymphoma! We all miss you terribly, especially your brother. I will miss our games of fetch, finding toy mice and toys under our bedroom doors, our "chats", and you coming downstairs at 7 pm every night to tell me it was time to cuddle. I've never known a cat with such a strong personality! It is so quiet now in the house that it has been very difficult without you!

We love you so much, little babykins!

Kristen, Kira, Alyssa, and Ben

Lilo 7/11/12 - 12/21/12

Baby boy, you left a big void in our hearts, and we miss you so much. I know you're in a much better place where you can eat whatever you want without getting sick afterwards. You were so loving and sweet... always there to give kisses.

We love you Lilo. You will never ever be forgotten.

Cindy, Marie, Charles, Sara & Layla

"Angel" 1994-12/27/12


It was April 1, 1995 when I rescued you from the Pomona Valley shelter on your last day of adoption. You were a scared, lonely, one year old cat without a family. I had to take you home with me so I could save your life. You were the lucky one! Who would have ever thought that you would grow old with me? We moved out and got married, you had babies, I had babies. You were by my side through it all and the only thing you ever asked of me was to hold you in my arms like a baby so you could bury your head on my chest. We had a ton of great times together like when you slid down the slide into the pool on accident and I jumped in after you. We looked like a couple of drowned rats. I saw you aging like a little old lady would and I knew your delicate body wouldn't last forever. You were almost 19 years old. As Christmas neared, I saw my worst nightmare unfolding before my eyes. Your body was tired and you were about to leave me. I couldn't handle it, but just as I learned from you, I now never left your side. You passed peacefully at home warm in your bed with your (now) 17

My beautiful Angel Skeeter, 20 years old. I rescued you from a shelter when you were just 6 weeks old. We have had 20 wonderful years full of love. Our hearts are aching, but full of memories and love for you that will never die. We miss you so much. See you in heaven Skeeter.

We Love you with all our hearts,
Cheryl Griffin and family

From mommy:
Sharlot, I love you so much. It's hard for mommy to understand why you had to go. You are my daughter and I hope I could make you happy the way you always made me happy. I hope to be the person you thought I was. I miss you so much already, my loved baby girl. Oh God it's hard.

For those who knew Sharlot, you saw how perfect, beautiful, wonderful and pure she was. She had such a beautiful heart and soul. Sharlot, I will miss our conversations, especially after mommy put Olivia to bed and came downstairs. We had nice conversations baby. I will miss feeding you every morning, sleeping with you in bed, and giving you "ossinhos" and see you jumping with happiness. I will miss to run my fingers through your hair, and of course, I will miss the hugs and kisses, oh God I will miss that. Sha I'm so sorry that you will not meet your brother or sister in person, but I will tell him/her all about you when the time comes. I know I will see you soon, but this time away from you has already been unbearable. Sha, your sister Olivia is asking for you. I told her you are up there in the sky. I love you forever Sharlot, unconditionally forever!!!! Sha, don't worry about mommy. I will be fine, it is just too much pain now, but with time, I will have just the great memories you left me and what makes it easier is that I know I will see you again. It is the only thing that keeps me together. Thank you Sharlot for choosing me as your mother, I had the best daughter a mother could have asked for. I love you my angel!

From daddy:
Sha, papi ama!!! I didn't know you until you were 3.5. I remember when I first met you and you came right up to me. You were so loving from the first time you saw me. I am so fortunate to have known you the last 8 years. I never was a dog person until you came into my life. You showed me how great it was to have such a loving daughter. You were taken away so suddenly and so early. We were not prepared. I am comforted that you did not suffer. I gave you belly rubs this morning and you were so happy. Thank you for all the unconditional love you gave us. I hope we gave you all the happiness that you truly deserved. You will never be forgotten and you will always be in our thoughts and hearts. This house will always feel empty without you. You may have been small, but you had a big heart and a big personality. I love you and miss you so much!! Papi ama!!!!
Mommy Aline, daddy Wouter and little sister Olivia.
07/11/2001 - 12/21/2012

Sheila "She She' Cozzens
December 18, 2004 - January 10, 2013

You are and always will be my good girl. So brave, so strong, so loving. You were my protector, my companion, by best friend, you were my good girl. Since the first day we met in the shelter and I placed your collar around your neck, you and I knew that we would be together always. You have given me the most wonderful six years of my life. God has really blessed me by putting you in my life. Although I rescued you, you indeed rescued me. You were and still are a great teacher to me and have taught me so many things. You will always and forever be in my heart. I know that one day, we will be together again. Without pain, sickness, unhappiness, hunger, or sadness. From that point on, we will never be apart again, always together. I know that you'll be waiting for me at the pearly gates. I love you more than words can describe She She.

Forever in my Heart,
Diana

Our beloved Roxy,

It is so hard to say goodbye to you; such a wonderful friend. You were always a loyal, faithful companion, never judging and never failing to be there when we needed someone to comfort us or just listen. We were always amazed at how smart you were. How I wish you were still here to play ball with for just a little longer. I am so very sorry that your last days were filled with pain. We would give anything to take that away. But now you are free; free to run and play and wait for the day when we shall get to see your beautiful brown eyes and feel your rough pink tongue on our faces welcoming us back together. You will never be forgotten Roxy girl - we love you!

Jeanie Barrett

Ruger filled our lives with his love, intelligence and charisma. He was the perfect dog for us and he has left a giant hole in our lives. We miss him.

Eileen Martin

My Beloved Freedom was born on July 4, 2001 in Nelson, British Columbia. My son got him from a box of 12 pups at a festival he was at. The owners were giving them away at 6 wks old. My son was 19. He and his friend both got a pup to take on their hitchhiking journey thru BC.

When he called me and told me I was aghast and could only think poor dogs. He told me he was a St. Bernard and collie mix. My reaction was "too big!" As the weeks went on my son told me how awesome this dog was and it piqued my interest. I decided to fly up and see my son and meet this Freedom dog. My son warned me "you will fall in love mom." And fall in love I did and Freedom and my journey began. We were on Vancouver Island on Sept. 11, 2001, and due to fly home that day. Needless to say we did not fly anywhere as this was THE Sept, 11. On the ferry from Vancouver to the US there were a million dogs as there had been a dog show on the island that weekend. It was there we learned he was a Briard, not a Bernard! Such a beauty he was.

I rented a car and we drove from Canada to San Diego. Freedom was 11 weeks old at the time.

The first time we came to Canine Corners it was in Oct. 2001 and the dogpark had just opened. It was a near daily routine for the rest of his life.

In the summer of 2002 we tired out for the part of Sandy in the play "Annie". And being the charmer that he was he got the part, hands down. We had such fun.

I tried to get him in movies, or commercials but found out that "handlers" did this sort of thing and we just gave up after a bit as I was not going to let anyone handle him but me. Being the humble guy he was he was totally unaffected by the whole thing.

He was a loyal loving companion to me and a joy to be around. I learned much from his loving spirit and his joyful being.

I have never talked to so many people in my life as I did when I had him with me. "What kind of dog is he?" was the question.

Well the kind of dog he was is the embodiment of LOVE. He never did a bad thing in his whole life. I just had to tell him no one time and he never did it again.

He loved every person he came in contact with (especially if you had a cookie) and if someone ignored him he would look up at me with those big brown eyes and say "Why isn't he all over me like everyone else is?" He didn't understand everyone does not like dogs. This is something I do not understand either...

So with a heavy heart I say... Good Bye Mr. Freedom, go play at the big dogpark in the sky with all of your beloved doggie friends who have gone before you. I will miss you every day of my life and thank you for all the joy you gave me and everyone you met.

I love you sweetie, you were such a good Boy!

My beloved Chuck.

The day I saw you on a San Diego TV channel 8 in October 2005 displayed in a Halloween costume sitting there patiently with the other dogs that needed a home I knew that I would try as hard as I could to adopt you. You did not know that my beloved Akita named Arthur passed away 7 months earlier and that it broke my heart so bad that I didn't think I would ever be ready to have another dog, until I saw you, a handsome tri-color Australian Shepherd. I contacted the Aussie Pet Rescue that rescued you and they helped me make out an application for you. I was in line with two other families that wanted you too. I went to visit you in La Mesa at your foster home and then they brought you to my house to meet our family. Then we waited until I got the call that Aussie Pet Rescue had chosen us to be your family. I guess that since I work at home and that you would be by my side day and night helped me into making their decision. We were so thrilled. You brought joy and so much unconditional love into our home. You are the perfect dog. And you were so smart, you learned new tricks, loved to go places with us, the beach, camping, dog park, shopping, etc. The way you tilted your head whenever there was food around was the cutest, I don't know how you learned it, but you always got so many treats that way. We wanted you to also have a companion dog so we adopted another rescue Angel ( a bichon friese) and you both became the best of buddies, she is already realizing you are not here and has been whining.

Today we had to make such a hard decision but I did not want you to suffer anymore pain. when you were having trouble breathing, I could see in your eyes that you were in pain.
I love you my Chuckie and I am having a hard time right now as I write this because I miss you so much.

You will always be in our hearts and memories.

Love Always,
Rose and Jack Lewis and Angel
(Mommy and Daddy) & ( Sister dog)
and all of extended family who also loved you so much.

I love her so much! She is my best friend, my baby, my beautiful, my daughter, my first puppy, she is my everything, she is my angel that god now has with him. I know she is safe and we will reunite someday! she is my Chihuahua Yorkie mix that I bottle fed and raised but she didn't get to make it to her one year birthday with is in two months, she was so happy and very loving and she always slept with me cuddled up next to me she followed me everywhere and did everything with me we shared everything together. It is very hard that she is gone because she was by my side every second of everyday and we have so much love for each other. when she got hit by the car I just held her in my arms forever I didn't want to let her go I just wanted magic to happen and her be breathing again but it never did I will never be able to get over this and feel if I ever got another dog she would feel she was being replaced with could never happen so I don't think I will be able to love another dog the way I love her.. I am 3 months pregnant and I just wish she was here to be able to meet my baby when I give birth I know she woulda loved my baby and i also know she woulda got a bit jealous because she didn't even like when other dogs came near me she would snap at them. She was so faithful to me and i am her mommy. She was born July 17th 2012 and passed away may 15th 2013 =(.. Baby Girl mommy loves you so much you are the best daughter in the world I could have never asked for anyone better.. muah! You have all my hugs and kisses. XOXOXOXO I miss and love you my baby!
Love your mommy Sara Jayleen Pettingill Moreno

Penfold came home from you guys today. It was hard to see him in a Cedar box with his t-shirt on top instead of in his t-shirt, but it is good to have him home. Thank you for the love and respect you gave our beloved boy.

Penfold, you touched our lives so deeply. Each moment, each day, each week, month, year you healed and showed what an amazing boy you were. You gave me the strength to heal, if you could survive the years until we got you and heal, so could anyone. While we feel a little robbed because we were told you were younger than you probably actually were and your passing came so suddenly though we knew it was coming, we cherish the 6 years of love we shared. You are in our hearts always. We miss your patient stare to go outside with the occasional pawing, your party rolling around the floor excited we came home, your delicate little paws jumping up to tap us in excitement to go outside, your love of sitting in the sun, your waiting to eat until everyone was settled and not going anywhere. We miss the way you asked permission to get back in bed after getting down to get some water in the night. We miss you so very much. Your brother misses you, his beloved companion. You are a rescue success story if there ever was one. Rest now, sweet boy, be at peace. We will see you at the Rainbow Bridge. <3

We love you always principesse,
Rachel, Michelle, Manwe, Grandad, Uncle Mike, Grandma, Jonny, and all the rest of the family who love you so very much

Sunday Night

Daisy was 6 years old and this happened so unexpected and so fast. From emergency surgery at midnight on Sunday, then an hour later learning you had cancer and within a week... We thought we had much more time for you to be with us, a part of our family.

Sunday Morning, one week later

I know that she's not sad about dying.

Someone once said we will know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything - she'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in us, wherever we go. We know that we will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of our love for her, in the last moments. It will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life.

With Calvin near, and with the tenderness of our neighbor veterinarian, I held her in my arms in one of her favorite places in the backyard, massaging her head, whispering how much she means to us – how much we love her, escorting her out, helping her be comfortable, loved and comforted, and safe, and important.

Our Daisy is gone, yet we are so enriched from the gifts she gave us, and happy for the joy she gave to everyone who met her. You could not be sad when Daisy was around, she would not let you...

Our little sweetie girl, Daisy.

DOB unknown - 1998
Passed over to Rainbow Bridge October 12,2013


Bella, was given to me when she was 12 years old. She had been rescued by a man who kept her in a cage and bred her for 10 years. Then she was taken by a kind man and trained to be therapy dog.

Bella and I participated in Monday Night Football at the VA Hospital. She loved to help make the hotdogs, her favorite job, was "clean up," you know the hot dogs that accidentally "fell off" the grill so Bella could eat them.

Her and I were inseparable for three years. The pain I am feeling now is overwhelming but I did the best for Bella. She was sick and was only going to get sicker and I didn't want her to be in pain.

Bella, thank you for being my dog, I LOVE YOU!!!!!

-Alysia Webb

Boris
02/20/2003-01/10/2014

If all that is real from our past is the love we have given and the loved received then I know no more better teacher than Boris. He lived for relationships and to be in relationship. They were everything to him. In moments of family crisis Boris was the glue that held us all together. When we couldn't see love in any given situation or each other he would remind us where to find it.

What he has left me with is an intense desire to focus on relationships. I seem to have lost desire for other senseless worldly "things. Through his example I am left with wanting to see love in every situation because that is all he saw. I know that this intense pain and grief that I have been experiencing since his transition can only be replaced by practicing what he taught me; to heal relationships, to breath love into loveless places and situations, and to focus on what is real -- each other. He is forever a part of me. I miss him dearly, I hurt deeply, and I will forever love and carry my Boris close to my heart.

Thank You,
Paul Marinkovich

Bea was the greatest cat one could ever have. When she found as a stray, we were told that she had an overactive thyroid and that she would be sluggish and live maybe for a few years. Well 15 years later, she beat those odds. She brought so much joy to my life and got me through some trying times. She could always sense when I wasn't feeling well or having a bad day. Bea would snuggle with me as if to say that everything will be okay. Her hyperthyroid disease finally caught up with her and on January 25, 2014 at 2:45 PM she crossed the Rainbow Bridge. That decision was the most difficult I had to make. She passed peacefully and joined her friends among the stars. Bea, thank you for being in my life and you will always have a special place in my heart for all time.

-J.

My baby, my Buddy, Sir Buddence of Lynbrook

-Ellie

Dexter,
You have been with me since you were 6 weeks old you have brought me so much joy to my life I miss you so much, my loyal companion always there for me.
I will carry you in my heart always and in my thoughts. Until we meet each other again in heaven.

Rest my little Dexter

With all my love, Maria, Big Grandma, Joan, Stan

Jessica, you and I went thru so many life changes together and I am going to miss you, forever. You were loved and you knew it.

I hate waking up without your beautiful morning meows and curling up to be close while watching tv together. I've never known a cat to hold a person's hand, brush their hair with their paws and played so hard with the dogs. They loved playing with you. I'm going to miss playing with you, too holding you, watching you sleep and all of your many facial gestures. I knew them all. Your sweet pushiness was adorable and I always felt your love. I am really glad you had more time with Melissa, Colby and Charlotte, your memere and that you got the chance to travel with Aunt Katy across the country to us, here in California. I know you were a huge fan of the beautiful weather and that makes me happy. I know you weren't feeling well the night before you passed and you looked comfortable but not right. I will regret going into bed as usual that night. I wish I slept underneath the table with you. I will see your beautiful face again. I know this and I know you know that you had a wonderful life. I also know that you knew how much I loved you. So much, it is killing me. Please tell Vision we still miss her with us so much.

Jessica leaves her dog sisters, Mindee and Melina. Mindee is our Samoyed and Melina is our Saint Bernard. They both are naturally very sad. Jessica watched my dogs grow up and although Mindee and she competed for my attention, her and Melina were extremely united. So united that if Mindee made any face at all, silent growl or not at Jessica, Melina would tackle her to the ground. Melina would also pick Jessica up by the scruff and walk her inside if she wandered outside by our mistake.

RIP, little Jessie. Mommy will continue to love you, always.

Linda

Alex Sunshine

Alex, you were my friend in all things. From the day you came into our home I knew I had met a little soul mate and dear friend. Losing you has left a hole in my heart. I look forward to the day I get to heaven and find you waiting for me, hopping along, wanting me to zick your nose and sing our song one more time for you. Never has a rabbit been as loved as you were and still are. You will forever be in my heart, my sweet dove.

Christine

"Mi Werita"

Thank you for Loving Us!! We lived Eight Happy Years together as a Family. You are the Princess of our home and Hearths and it will never change. THANK YOU baby girl now it's time for you to rest but one day we will meet again. Always remember your Family LOVES YOU. "Mi Werita Consentida".

Love Bianca, Mom, Arturo, Wendy, Nicholas and your best friend in the world Nina

Diamond,
You were the protector, nurturer, and glue that held your furry family together. You might have been small in size, but you packed a mighty bark when we would walk and other pets would try to go near your furry loved ones. I was so proud of that characteristic of protection you gave even with me as well. I remember when you wouldn't let someone kiss me on the cheek! I would always remember such fond memories of you. You welcomed your grandson Batman in the family when I brought him home while the others had to adjust. And every day since first thing in the morning while I get ready for work, you will play and chase Batman around. Boy do I miss you and your presence in the morning. Batman misses you dearly, his playmate and beloved grandmother. Your daughter Robyn, mourns your loss and is not the same without you. She misses you cleaning her ears as if she was still a puppy! Juels, your guy in his own way misses the love of his life, the mother of his three babies. Your daughter Bela from afar, sends her love as well. Her adopted parents sends their love too. The three generational furry family is now broken without you and we deeply cry at our loss of you in our home. It is not and never will be the same… Cortnie and I having such a hard time with you gone, we look at pictures of you over the years and videos that we captured and it still does not help fill the void we feel. We simply miss you so very, very much. Our heart is empty and broken that we can't hold our Diamond again. I hope you are smiling and happy in doggy heaven, cause you deserve to spread your sweet spirit to other dogs that have gone on. You will always be remembered and celebrated.
XOXOX my little "Momma."
Your Family Always,
Yvette, Cortnie, Juels, Robyn, Bela and Batman

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forgetwhat you did, but people will never forget how you make them feel."
- Maya Angelou

My beautiful Gracie passed away early in the morning of July 4th. She was diagnosed with nasal carcinoma on March 25th, the doctor gave her 3-4 months to live. We decided that we would shower her with love and keep her comfortable for her remaining time with us. Gracie thrived, I could see that she was fighting too. She seemed to grow stronger each day. She looked forward to her walks each day, her appetite was better than it had ever been,(Gracie was always a picky eater). She used to just nibble all day, but now she was eating all of her food at meal time. She was still very playful, we thought she was going to make that doctor out to be a liar. Then, on the night of July 3 she went into a seizure. I knew then that we would have to make that dreaded decision! It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, to let her go, but I know now it was the right thing to do. I loved her too much to let her suffer. I was singing to her as she took her last breath, and my angel quietly and peacefully crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.

From the first day you came to live with us 14.5 years ago Gracie you filled us with love and joy. My life was forever changed because of you little girl. You taught us lessons on unconditional love. Your loyalty was so comforting. Our home is not the same because you're no longer in it. Though you left us with a treasure chest of wonderful memories, there is a huge void in our hearts. I will treasure the time we had with you, sweet Gracie. I still can smell you, so I know that you are here with me, I just wish I could see you and touch you. One day we will be together again, but until then run and play and chase lizards (Your favorite sport) . Lay in the sun and walk among the meadows. Wait at the Rainbow Bridge for me. You will be in our hearts forever.

Mama loves you sweet Angel

RIP

Born: June 8, 1999; Atsugi, Japan
Adopted: October 2001 Yamato, Japan
Passed over to Rainbow Bridge August 27, 2014




From the very first day you came to our lives more than 13 years ago you filled us with love and joy. Our life was forever changed because of you little girl.

You taught us lessons on unconditional love. Your loyalty was so comforting. Our home is not the same because you're no longer there. Remembering you is easy, we do it every day, but missing you is heartache that never goes away. Though you left us with a treasure chest of wonderful memories, there is a huge void in our hearts that we will treasure the time we had with you, our sweet Japanese Shih-Tzu, Love chan.

Our hearts is empty and broken that we can't hold you again. We hope you are smiling and happy in doggy heaven, cause you deserve to spread your sweet spirit to other dogs that have gone before you. You will always be remembered and celebrated. Say hello to your brothers Chachi and Toby, to your cousins Teddy Boy and Teddy Girl.

Wait at the Rainbow Bridge for us. You will be in our hearts forever.

Mom, Dad, Ate Jazmin, Kiko, Jack, Sasha, Taco and Tootsie

Mika

June 16, 2004 - January 26, 2015

I went through one of the most difficult times of my life almost 11 years ago after my boyfriend died. I swore to him I would keep my promise and get a boxer, just as he always wanted. I was young and so distraught. I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I adopted you.

Xander, you saved me. You helped put my heart back together and you were there for me though everything. A girl couldn't have asked for a better friend. My heart is broken and I am going to miss you so much. I love you silly boy.

Belvedere,

My Friend, My Angel, My Soul...

...forever and ever, daddy will always love YOU !

(R.I.P.-03/23/2015)

Jackson one year ago you left us on Easter Eve. We are still so shocked upon your sudden death. We love you so much and we are still so heartbroken that your gone way to soon. You were such a happy, healthy and loving little boy! I use to call you my little savior. A day does not go by that I don't think about you and shed a tear for you. I'm so sorry Jackson I tried to save you that faithful night rushing you to the clinic but I couldn't. I'm so sorry this happen to you Jackson I wish I could go back and change things. But I can't, baby. I know you're with Big Jack now and he is taking good care of you. Give him a kiss for us! You are missed more than ever we will never ever forget you and you will always be in our hearts!
We love you Jackson, always and forever!

- Mummy & Austin

William Parra
Siempre estaras en nuestro corazones,fue muy poco el tiempo q estubistes con nosotros pero te amamos mucho fuiste el unico de tus hermanos q salio color cafe unico q tu mama Viry te adopto llamandote William siempre estaras en nuestros corasones ️
Dec2014/April 2015

I love celestial events.
I cherish nature's light show in the comets.
I've taken meteor showers in the cold desert at 3 a.m.
The Sisters of the Seven Stars are my companions

And most of the time, my little shadow Emily has taken in these heavenly sights along with her mama.
Trips to the back country in cold winter months, cuddles in blankets while we awaited arrival.
She loved these trips.

And this morning, the sun, and the earth and our beloved Mr Moon gave us a spectacular show.
And I am most grateful for such a beautiful gift...
My girl was old and fragile. She's tired. So this week, after spoiling her with yummy dog meals of hamburgers and all things forbidden, we enjoyed hours cuddled beneath the waning full moon and cherished the light and our time together.

We let her go in a field full of flowers and I had my head on her heart and felt her very last heartbeat and gave her thousands of kisses on her sweet nose. My heart is broken...

She was a most beautiful lunar companion.

I could not have asked for more.

March 4, 2009-May 18, 2015

Harley, it was love at first sight when we first chose you to be ours. You instantly became my shadow and made our home a complete and happier place. You were the king of our castle and we tried our very best to give you everything you could ever want and ensured you were always comfortable. You were definitely a stubborn little man and taught us to do everything in your own time. There isn't a single thing we would've changed about you - you're perfect, you're one of a kind! We couldn't have been more shocked and saddened when we learned you had bone cancer and we tried everything to help you but it was a battle none of us could win. We were robbed of our time with you but the time we did have is forever in our memories and will never be forgotten. I made you a momma's boy and you are the greatest love of my life. You will always be in what you left of my heart but the rest is with you. I knew in the last week of your life when the beautiful clouds rolled in and the weather cooled, it was just for you because that's the way you like it best. I knew it was heaven coming to take you home to a pain free place where you can be the pack leader because today, the sky is clear and the clouds have left. So, from now on when I see "our clouds", I know you'll be there watching over me like my little protector that you've always been. You have always been our little angel.

We love you for eternity our Harley bug, monkey man, sunshine, pumpkin pie!! Until we see you again our love,

- Your Mommy and Daddy (Tera and Bobby)

3/9/99 - 5/10/16

Starr Light, Starr Bright
First Starr we see at night
We wish we may, we wish we might
Hold you in our arms tonight

You have always been our Little One, our Baby, and we will love you forever. Thank you for being such a good girl for 17 years and 62 days.

Until the Rainbow Bridge ~
Mama & Daddy

Zoe Lane - 03/09/99 - 03/31/14

ALWAYS a good girl...

You were funny and made us laugh.
You were smart, and very clever. Always the opportunist, never missing a chance to snatch a treat!
You were so beautiful, loving and patient with your sister, Starr.

Daddy's "meat and potatoes" girl, and mama's "little Joe Boxer."

You were truly a warrior, Zoe, right up to the end.
How lucky we were to have you for two more years beyond all the doctors' expectations.

We love you, baby girl, and will miss you every day until we all meet again on The Rainbow Bridge...

Mom and Dad

My sweetest angel...the void that you have left leaves our hearts empty and full of sadness. From the moment our eyes met on that rainy day, up until your last breath, surrounded by your family, your spirit was one of love, patience, loyalty and of course your favorite thing...food!!

Your lymphoma diagnosis was devastating, and the last year was challenging, but I am grateful that so many wonderful people fought for you and took extraordinary care of you. I know that you are looking down at us from the Rainbow Bridge. Your days are surely filled with chasing bunnies, wrestling with friends, "sitting pretty", chewing on your favorite bone and of course eating to your heart's content.

Your loss has strengthened our commitment and dedication to helping those that are also mourning the loss of their beloved pets. Thank you for your gift of unconditional love. You may be gone but never forgotten.

We love you Lily,

Vivianne, Sarit, Kiran and Olivia

It is with immense sadness that we say goodbye to the punkin' pie, wee bara, babba girl, Zoe Stevenson. At 15, she still had her puppy spirit, loving everyone and everything in this world. She played in the snow in Utah, swam year 'round in Texas and splashed in the waves of the Pacific. Her zest for life and for having a cold one, along with her mischievous mind, made us laugh countless times. No matter the day, the location, the mood, she had smiling eyes and a glowing face, which warmed the coldest spirit. She had a wonderful life and made ours complete with her beautiful soul and her giving heart. We will never stop loving and missing you Zozo, but we will carry you with us until we see you again. Rest in peace sweet baby.

We love you Zoe Doll,
Mama and Papa
Betsy and Charlie Stevenson

My precious girl, how I miss you so! No sweeter dog ever lived, and I was privileged to be your mom for 10 1/2 years. The way you'd wave and/or clap when you were happy or excited was just one of the many cute things you did that made you so special. I'll miss those big, soulful eyes and the loving way you always looked at me.... and your cute little under-bite. This last year was a challenge for both of us, with the progressing arthritis in your hips that ultimately became crippling, and the diagnosis last December of kidney disease. But, we fought it for 8 months and maintained the quality of your life with the special diet, supplements and home hydration treatments, and you were such a brave girl to go through that! It was so hard watching your body and mind deteriorate over the months, but old age just took its toll - way too soon. By mid-August, you started going downhill rapidly, and I think you were ready to go; I saw that pleading look in your eyes. I hope you know that saying goodbye was one of the most heartbreaking things I've ever had to do in this life. I cry for you every day, my baby, but just try to picture you running free in a sunny meadow playing with all the other fur kids at Rainbow Bridge. Run free and wait there for me, angel girl, and we'll cross it together when I get there. Mia and I miss you now, and I will forever miss you until that day we're reunited.

Love you with all my heart,

Mom xo

In Loving Memory Of:

Honey Amidon Born: 12-29-06 Passed: 5-3-2018

Lily,

I still remember the day I picked you up. It was Jan 31, 2015.

I didn't know what to expect as I was driving up to Lake Elsinore to pick you up. The moment I arrived, I fell in love with you. The way your little legs ran out of the garage to greet me. The way you bounced around making your big ears flap to show me how playful you are. I felt one word: Love.

I fell in love with you, Lily. I knew you were going to be my baby girl then and you are always going to be my baby girl.
You were instantly family the minute I brought you home. You challenged all of us (dad, mom, and sister Ava) in every positive way to make us better parents for you. No matter what obstacles came forth, you still gave us unconditional love. I bonded with you from the beginning, Lily.

I still can hear your grunts and your out of breath laughs after we are running around the house. I can still see you gallop so excitedly when you realize you are at the beach. I can still see you run so fierce across the grass fields. You were life. My life. I am so sorry your life had to end on Dec 22, 2018. You just turned 4 years old. I still don't understand why you had to leave Mommy so soon. I am so broken hearted you left me so soon and I am sorry if Mommy didn't do more than you needed. But I promise I will see you again. I miss you with all my heart. I miss you laying next to me in bed. I miss your cuddles and miss your whines. I wish you were still with us, Lily. I love you with all my heart. Forever.

In Loving Memory Of:

Lily Cullen Born: 1-31-15 Passed: 12-22-2018