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Dedicated to the pets we've lost.
Rainbow Bridge Poem
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Tribute to lost pets
Abbey Lacey Clarence Valentino Maxi
Quark Patch Obie Ivory Sweetie
Tribute To:
If it should be that I grow frail and weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done, For this -- the last battle - can't be won. You will be sad I understand, But don't let grief then stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go. Take me to where to my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me till the end. And hold me firm and speak to me, Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree, It is a kindness you to to me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved. Don't grieve that it must be you, Who has to decide this thing you do; We've been so close -- we two -- these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears. --Unknown
Murphy was my
wonderful cat for over 15 years. He was about 17-18 years old. I had to - Kim
Doolin was purchased from a pet store 11 years ago in factor of a new business suit. He almost cost me my husband when he ate a steak off my then boyfriend's plate, but I knew that this hound would be the most loyal love I would ever have. Doolin lived life to the fullest and even dabbled in coma inducing chocolate a couple times. There was never a dull moment, a lost potato chip or a face that didn't get licked when he was around. He loved me unconditionally and was my threapist when things got tough. He will forever be my favorite friend and trusted buddy. He will be missed greatly by me, my family, and my friends. To all those that took care of him over his lifetime, thank you! I know if he could bark it out, he would say the same thing. Bye Dools! You will always be in my heart. Regards & Woof, Nicki
We all loved Missy and she loved us and the dogs too. Her companionship with the dogs is one of the dearest aspects of her personality. She asked for so little and always seemed so grateful. She came to us as a starving stray, from the Angell Memorial/ASPCA shelter some 20 years ago. When we reached into her cage, she purred, and we could see that as the only stray at the shelter and very emaciated, no one would take her, so we chose her and loved her. We named her Artemis for her large yellow moon eyes, but it was soon clear she was more "Missy" than the goddess of the hunt. From the time she entered our lives she was the easiest cat ever. She purred when petted, ate her food, and cuddled. Nothing threw her off. When company came, she'd come around to check it out. A few years back she decided she'd try the outdoors again (she had shown no interest for over 12 years or more) and after that, she loved to be in the yard, particularly with Jasper. In her final months, she loved the rock next to the pond and I have pictures of her curled up on its warmth, near the water she craved towards the end.
We will miss her an awful lot. - Ellen
Rosie (aka Rosie Sue, Rosalind Suzanne (only used when she was in trouble), Big Lady, Rosers) was a much beloved English Bulldog who brought enjoyment and happiness to her owners and their friends. She left us far too soon, just shy of her ninth birthday after battling multiple myeloma for over a year. It was unfortunate that the end came so fast because she wasn’t able to say goodbye to all of those who loved her.
She was a loving and faithful companion to me for over eight years. She was always happy to see me when I came home and even in her old age and deteriorating health, she was the first to meet me at the top of the stairs. Her younger and far healthier sister, Agatha Rose, preferred to peer over the couch to see if whoever was at the stairs was worth getting off the couch for.
Rosie loved rolling on her back, wading in ponds, and liverwurst. She loathed baths and detested rain and was stubborn when the sun was shining and I wanted her to come in the house. When she was in her prime I could throw a stuffed animal from the couch and she’d bring it back as many times as I would toss it. She was a fixture on the sidelines at my flag football games and would let everyone on the field know she wasn’t pleased with the lack of attention by barking at us.
People who met Rosie in the last few years of her life when she was a mellow and well-behaved girl were astounded to hear that she had her share of indiscretions when she was younger. She chewed the corner on my new couch, she destroyed multiple pairs of shoes and flip-flops, and she mutilated my favorite possession in the world (next to her) – my Tivo remote control. Ultimately I was never able to stay mad at her for more than 5 minutes and I would give anything if she were still around to chew anything I currently own.
Rosie you are immensely missed and you’ll never be forgotten. I think about you every day. You touched a lot of lives and meant the world to me and many others.
I found Necco
behind my office warehouse one day in 1995. She
was living in the woods with a group of
feral cats that my
friend, Sioux, would feed and give fresh water
to each day. I went out with her to help and
this skinny, little gentle kitten came bounding
over to me and climbed right up to my shoulder.
That was it for me. The next day, we put her in
a carrier and Sioux took her to her vet to get
checked out. A week later, "Necco wafer" joined
me and she's been my little shadow ever since.
She loved to be in the house and had no desire
to wander outside (except once when we left the
cellar door open for the day and the curiosity
was too much for her). But even then, she only
went as far as the backyard. I guess she knew
she had a good thing and didn't have to scrap
for food.
The things I miss the most are not being able to tell her "I love you" before leaving for work and having her respond with a sweet "meow" or having her bounding on my head in the middle of the night only to find a spot by my legs to curl up. When I watched TV, she would spread out on my lap just like a blanket and when I would try to work on my computer, she could only take so much of being ignored until she would lie across the keyboard and demand to be patted.
Necco passed
away on Sept. 4 from
Lymphoma at the age of 14 1/2. She'll be
missed but never forgotten.
Abbey is a super-friendly,
gentle, and large, 11 year-old Golden Retriever. She
is also a retired therapy dog.
Like many Goldens, Abbey loves to swim, roll in the snow, and eat. Salmon is her favorite food. We believe her ancestors were bears!
Abbey has quite an impressive collection of tennis balls, and is extremely proud when she finds one while out on a walk. She is adored by her "parents" Art and Debra.
Lacy was a kind, sweet dog. She was my first dog, and my first German Shorthaired Pointer. She was a natural bird hunter, and she trained me well. She tolerated my bird hunting mistakes (misses) fairly well, but on occasion would run into the woods, chasing after the bird I should have dropped. She would bark in frustration, letting me know what she thought of my shot-gunning skills.
She barely tolerated boats, and so was not much of a fishing dog. One time, she fell in the water and just swam to the Canadian shore and disappeared off into the wilderness. She didn't care much for snowmobiles or ice fishing, but that was okay. She liked her beanie, futons, owner's beds and warm fires. She was better than an electric blanket on cold winter nights. She would let you hug her, I mean really hug her, leaning into you as you wrapped your arms around her for as long as you wanted to, and then more often than not, lick your face before she walked away.
- Willet Bevers, Jr.
I lost my Clarence in October to cancer. he was diagnosed about 6 months ago. He was a fighter and was doing great until the a day before he passed away. He was 16 1/2 years old. Clarence was found as a kitten in an abandoned car along with 5 siblings. He was about 4 weeks old and only a few pounds. We chose him because he was the smallest and calmest and most of all because he loved watching Bruins games. His little head would just go back and forth after the puck. It was the cutest thing. He was a sweet and gentle soul. He never hissed or growled at anyone. He accepted any animal I brought into our home...which was quite a few. He even accepted our daughter living with us after a while. That took some getting used to, but he never raised a paw to her even when she was totally lying on top of him. He just would look at me as to say, please, please take her off me.
He was an indoor cat but we let him outside when we were out and he loved to chase butterflies and just lie down and take a nap in the hot sun. He was also a great mouser and was so proud to bring us presents.
Clarence was the oldest of our 3 cats and we would often reprimand the other two for chasing Clare or being too rough with him. When we would turn the corner, it was Clarence jumping off the couch onto Jack's head! He instigated a lot, but he knew he would never be blamed.
Every night Clarence slept with me, on my pillow and purred non-stop. EVERY NIGHT. We will never forget our sweet little boy and how much joy and laughter he brought into our home. Clarence was my best bud for 16 years. We miss him terribly. - Terese, Paul & Faith
Tino made a lot of friends in this world
- cat lovers and others alike. He died on Friday and we'd
Tino was an engaging, even demanding, conversationalist. He had an enduring fondness for baked goods. Often he enjoyed a nice spanking, some odoriferous footwear, or even both at once. He taught us to understand how good attention and bad attention were really not so different. He always wanted to be around us. These things seem small to write about, yet Tino was a big presence in our home. We will miss him quite a bit.
When we find out that Tino had cancer (and had the vet stitch him back up anyway), we hoped that we would be lucky enough for him to be around when Eli was born. We got that and a year more. We are so grateful. - Deborah & David
Maxi passed away on August 15, 2008. She was a great, smart dog that always wanted to "go". She loved hiking, swimming, cross country skiing, and of course, eating. We always knew when it was time to eat or go for a walk, as her expectant stare couldn bore a hole right through you; a silent personal trainer. She was a great "buddy" and we will always miss her.
- Ted & Ellen
Last quarter's "Pet of the Month", Quark left us in April '06. He died of cancer. He had a strong desire to live, and the doctors said he would probably only make it to about Thanksgiving, but Quark proved them wrong. He was having too much fun. Quark was a black lab. He was apart of the Reigning Cats & Dogs family since 1998 and was a favorite. His owners, Leslie and Zvi, told us, we were a favorite of his too. We will miss him.
Obadiah "Obie" Shorey
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