Year 2012 Tributes For pet names beginning with "F".

Fabian, January 2002 - 22/12/2012

I lost my baby boy today. My brave soldier finally lost the fight he tried so hard to battle against. He had severe arthritis and it lead to nerve damage. He'd lost almost all bowel control and he couldn't feel pain in the lower half of his body. Despite this, he was still so full of life and with the will of a giant he would stand back up every time he fell.

He was a pure breed Doberman of ten years and kept his gorgeous coat right up until today. He has been my constant companion since the day I got him and he's been my rock through some of the hardest times in my life so far. Losing him has torn a part of my soul out because he wasn't just a dog. He was my best friend and understood me like no person ever could.

It's been a matter of hours and it's slowly killing me to be alone without him. I will have other dogs in the future, I will love them with all my heart but no companion I ever have again will hold the special place that my boy, Fabian, holds. I feel the world is a darker place today for losing such a beautiful animal.

Where ever you are boy, daddy misses you. Now and forever.

Fancee, 08/07/09 - 08/06/12

My Dearest FanceeKat:

You will never know how much I love you. You don't know how sorry I am you are gone, how much you are missed and how awful I feel that my mistake is responsible.

I feel your tiny paws as you walk over me at nite when I go to bed. I look for you when I get dressed. I miss you wanting to play on the bed as I try to change the sheets. What wouldn't I give to feel your two soft "nips" on the back of my arm in the morning to say "It's time to get up now !"

The softness of your silky fur and your beautiful blue eyes who always looked at me with complete trust are memories I will always carry within my heart. When you died you took a huge piece of my heart and until I see you again at Rainbow Bridge ..... my heart will NEVER be whole again. Please forgive me for my mistake, I love you always.

Mommie

To my very lovely Fannie,

    You were my very first dog. I went to a coworkers home in July 1998 and she was looking for a home for a dog she rescued. You were three months old and ladylike, a bit timid. I took you home that day and felt myself fortunate to have such a wonderful companion. You branched out of your shell and proved to be the liveliest pup, running and playing with all the other dogs. You were great with people and a mischief maker. I soon added Gizmo to our household and the two of you were best of friends and kept each other company when I was away. We moved from a townhouse to a home with a fenced in yard and there the fun began. Running, playing, and the slow motion stalking became our everyday activities. In the summer, in and out of the little pool I bought you and racing to catch a ball or a treat. Life was good!  
    At ten years old, your eyesight began to fail you. You became blind in a very short period of time and I had to watch you closely for fear you would run headlong into some hard object. You were frustrated by this handicap and would bark nonstop if put in your crate. You eventually stopped barking but it was aggravating while it lasted. You never lost your exuberance until this past year. Some arthritis and various infections took hold of you but we managed to treat all of that. In the last two months you began to sleep quite deeply and for long stretches of time. You gobbled up your food as always and drank a lot of water. You still enjoyed going for walks with me though we didn't go far. Occasionally you would stumble and it broke my heart but you would get your bearings and we would continue. I held you close going up and down stairs. I picked you up and put you in bed next to me every night. It always amazed me how tightly a large dog like you could ball yourself up, but you did. You laid right up against me for better than 13 ½ years.  
    On Wednesday, Feb. 1, I got home at 9:45 from work. I knew the minute I saw you that something was terribly wrong. Your abdomen was painfully distended and, as I tried to get you to stand, you collapsed. You tried to vomit but couldn't. I've heard of Bloat before and knew that was what was ailing you. The emergency clinic was an hour away and I got you there as fast as humanly possible. The doctors and technicians at the clinic were marvelous. They advised me of everything and were frank about your chances for survival. I still wanted to see if your stomach was viable. Upon operating on you, they saw a large purple area on your stomach which meant that area had been denied blood for a while. Your spleen would have to be removed and you would need a blood transfusion as you were experiencing some blood loss. Please don't be mad at me for trying. I so wanted you to live! But I knew your recovery would be almost impossible given your age and circumstance. I let you go. I was happy that I got to see you before the surgery. I whispered in your ear that I loved you and whatever the outcome you are and will always be my best girl. I kissed your muzzle many times and rubbed your paws. You raised your head slightly and though you couldn't see me I know you knew I was there.  
    Gizmo left us a little over a year ago and I know your spirits are joined again. Little Ridley is also there, so you have great company. I miss you terribly, Fannie and the memory of you will flit in and out of my mind for the rest of my life. Good bye, my best baby girl.

Love Always and Forever,  
Gaby

Good bye from Margaret, Joey, Brianne, Blake, Toby, and Duchess

My little buddy Farlie...daddy will miss you so much. You fought a two year battle with your bone marrow cancer to the very end. You made me so proud and you were ALWAYS the best dog ever. Daddy doesn't know how he's going to live without you. You were always at my side ready to please me and never disappoint me.

I will never forget you and how you allowed me take all those pictures of you during the years. I have so many good memories to hold on to. We will meet someday at the Rainbow Bridge....you wait for me and I'll be there before you know it.

I love you pumpkin. You took a big piece of my heart with you today and you left a big piece of yours with me.

Dearest Fayfay,

I am so blessed that you came into me life, and that we have shared 18+ years together. You have given me so much loyalty and love. You have also taught me so much about life, sickness and death. You were the one true thing, my best companion. I miss you my little friend. You've made your mark, will be in my heart and mind forever. Love you always, my sweet little Fayfay.

Your Jie Jie

Fia, April 17, 1995 - September 05, 2012

Fifi, August 1994 - Nov 14, 2012

Fischer, May 1993 - May 26, 2012

I miss you little man. You were the sweetest cream colored cat in the world! We went through so much together. You always loved me and were there for me. I have cried non-stop since you passed and I pray I made the best decision for your health and comfort by having you go to an eternal sleep. I did not want you to suffer- you only deserved the best and most conscientious care I could give you. Our 19 years together are bringing up so many memories for me now that you are gone- I will never forget you. Enjoy your eternal cat nap and wear your golden halo beautifully, like you always did! Love, Momma

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Flash (Li'l Flash Gordon), January 5, 2002 - December 11, 2012

My little Flashie, my heart, my soul. Now you too join Polo on these pages, earlier than I had hoped. Like your cousin Polo, you went suddenly, quickly. But you'd been through so much, my sweet Flashie-foo. So many health emergencies over the years. And then your illness in June, where we almost lost you yet again--yet you pulled through, a little "miracle dog." But you couldn't beat the sickness that took your life today in less than 12 hours.

My heart is breaking. You knew it would, Flashie. How could it not? Through all the personal heartache I and Rob have been through over the last 6 years, you were there, comforting us, snuggling under the covers at night with your silky-soft skin, dancing your silly happy dances when promised a toy, a piece of cheese, a carrot, or the return of Grandma. Sticking that little tongue out so endearingly, that mischievous glint in your eye when you stubbornly refused to stop begging for "one last treat." Through all the tribulations of the last decade, you were there, mama's faithful friend, doing all you could to make it right. You were a delight from the moment we picked you up in North Carolina over 10 years ago. You danced your way into mama's heart, with that high-stepping iggy gait. With you by my side, I was never alone, Flashie. Now I don't know how I'll manage without you. But my heart is eased by the knowledge that you're with your old friend Polo, who must have missed you so these last 3 years after he'd crossed the bridge. Little did any of us know that a mere 3 years later, you'd join him.

We'll never forget you, my Flashie. You owned our hearts from the first moment we gazed into your bright, soulful, mischevious eyes. How I'll go on without those eyes, I don't know.

I love you, Flashie.

Mama

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Fleabus Myers, April 4, 1997 - February 14, 2012

I hope this is an inspiration to others. An adopted child learns quickly in life how fortunate he or she is. They are searched for, found, and given unconditional love in their new home. I am an adopted child…and so was Fleabus, along with his brothers and sisters, Lulu Belle, Buster, Bertha Mae, Beulah and Lady Marsha Cornwallis, all of whom crossed the Rainbow Bridge earlier. But there was something special about Fleabus. A tiny bunny when adopted, he would fit in the palm of my hand. He was white with black ears, big black rings around his eyes, and a tiny black ring at the base of his tail. From the moment we adopted him he was different. He kissed me on the face and wanted to cuddle under my hand. All his life I would put him in bed with me on one of his special "Blinky Blankets," and he would rest beside me, or play with his toys - among his favorites was his pumpkin pillow, smiley face ball, and bells, and he would take his nose and push his Carrot-Mobile around. He loved his sock bunny, too.

We enjoyed listening to Baroque music and, oddly enough, when a harpsichord, theorbo or recorder was played he sat up and listened intently. He did enjoy Mozart flute works.

We would spend evenings in his favorite chair, he on his Binky Blanket on my lap watching silent movies, bunny cartoons, and, yes, he really enjoyed "Harvey!"

Whenever he was sick he received 24-hour care from us. He had emergency bladder surgery and when we went to visit him the day before he could come back home I noticed when other people came for their pets the medical staff announced So & So "are here to pick up their pet." With Fleabus, it was, "Fleabus! Your family is here to see you!" Our Vet said she had never seen a little bunny like him. During his checkups they would put on an Animal Planet tape for him to watch and I never left the little fellow's side. There was never a day I did not tell him how beautiful he was, how special, how smart [he knew 32 words] and how much I loved him. Many days I would pick him up and cry, I would cry out of gratefulness that God had blessed me with this precious little one. He would lick the tears from my eyes.

We always had story time, prayer time, and we traveled together to far away castles. He would listen and if I stopped talking he would take his little right "hand" and gently push me, "keep talking." This last year he could no longer see and for the last few months he was unable to walk. We bolstered him with his favorite Blinky Blankets to assist him while he ate his food and drank his water. It was an honor, not a chore, to feed and water him.

The early morning of February 14th, 2011, I knew he was not going to make it. I picked him up and gently placed him on one of his blankets, his "orange cuddle blanket," and took him into the bedroom and placed him beside me. A few minutes before he passed he held out his "left hand" for me to hold. He struggled a little but quietly went to sleep. I was fortunate to have enough time before he passed to re-tell him his stories, prayers and songs and let him know as I had promised him through the years that I would have him put with me along with copies of his songs, prayers and stories I've kept for myself, and I'll have them placed with him along with a beautiful cross and a little box with some of his fur, all I've kept for now to remember him and honor him. There will also be a little box with a note: "If there is a Heaven where little animals go, we shall be together again some day."

My husband misses him also. Fleabus set him up once My husband came in and sat on the edge of the bed. Fleabus nosed his smiley ball, Carrot-Mobile and bells near him. When my husband reached to move them, Fleabus bit him twice on the backside…then hopped to where I was, lay down and pretended nothing had taken place.

I will never get over losing you, Little One. Even though weighed only two pounds, you were a little bunny with a big heart, a Little Miracle Bunny that God sent, and the most beloved bunny anyone could ever have the privilege of adopting.

Please! Parents of bunnies, keep them on a diet of Timothy Hay, distilled water and Timothy Cubes. It is the healthiest and safest diet. An "occasional" tiny pit of banana is fine. Pellet food can be lethal due to sodium content.

I love you and miss you beyond comprehension! God bless little Fleabus and I think you, Fleabus, for your unconditional love and friendship. As I always told you, you live in my heart and soul, very safe and very warm.

The Little Fellow wanted only to be loved!

In loving memory of my Black Persian Cat Emmalyn Princess Felina. My darling you have been gone from my life for sixteen years. Yet your photo still sits on the dresser in my bedroom and I still remember you with fondness from time to time. Wait for me in the fields by the Rainbow Bridge my darling and one day we will be reunited in those fields and walk across the Rainbow Bridge together. But for now I hope that your spirit will be with later this year, guiding me as I select a new little kitten to love. Bring me together with a new feline friend whose life I can be part of. But remember my darling you were my first cat and you will always hold a special place in my heart. Rest in peace my beautiful little girl.

Flump, June 2009 - September 2012

Frankie, 10/01/1995 - 09/07/2012

To the most loyal, loving and brave cat.
We miss you so much Frankie - we did not have enough time together.
Your loyalty and lessons will always be cherised.
We love you Frankie.

Your family

Freya, 1997 - 09/12/07