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Panda, 01/05/99 - 08/12/11
You will always be part of my life. I will never ever forget you Pandita.
Pandora, 04/15/93 - 02/17/12
Pandi girl, you goofy, adorable cat who shared
our bed and fought me for my pillow for 18 years, I miss you so
much! Who would have thought that you, who were thrown from a
car into a major intersection, would miraculously find us and
outlive all our other cats. You comforted me when I was sad, and
made me laugh at your plastic and ribbon cravings. Alas, I won't
have to hide the Xmas presents anymore, but I'd rather have you
back with all your wonderful idiosyncrasies. You inspired us
with you can-do spirit. You were so brave, thank you for
allowing us to do sub-cu fluids on you every night for seven
years! You never gave us any trouble. Although you were in pain,
you soldiered on, up and down the stairs. I am grateful that you
only had about one really bad week before it was time. I hope
you will forgive us, sweetheart, we wanted to spare you further
suffering because you weren't going to get better. Your daddy
and I will love you forever. There is a huge hole in our hearts,
and the house is so empty without you here. Nobody will ever
take your place, and I hope to God we will be reunited one
beautiful day at the Rainbow Bridge. Please wait for us baby,
and kiss Widgie, Harley, Romeo, Spyder, Dickens, Skipper and
Peaches for us, and tell them how much we miss and love them
All our love forever,
Mommy & Daddy
You were with me for only 4 of your 10 years, but you were one of the most loyal friends I ever had. I never thought it would end so quickly, and I miss you desperately.
When we first brought Patches home, her eyes
seemed bigger than her head, but that didn’t last. She sat in
Terry’s arms, as she was already bigger than the kennel we had
brought to take her home in and she continued to grow at a fast
pace for a Cavalier.
Patches had many health issues during her 12 years of life, but she was always such a happy girl, as long as she got to take lots of car rides and was “treated” often! She went to work with Patty every day, thanks to a caring boss. She loved to travel so much that she could ride in the car all day long, get out to go potty, eat supper, drink some water; then if we needed to, she was always ready to jump right back in the car and go again. During the summer she would swim and fetch sticks, and in the winter, she would jump in the snow bank and dig out many a snowball. When we were in the Black Hills, she loved Jeep rides. We had her harnessed and belted in, and she would go from side to side, smiling, ears blowing in the breeze. She could smell the water when we got close to a lake, excited to fetch sticks.
Patches loved to steal things! When we would work in the garden, she would watch for Terry to cut asparagus. She would wait until he wasn’t watching, and then run and steal the biggest and best pieces. When we were fishing, she stole minnows out of the bucket, getting her whole head wet. One time, Terry wanted to save ½ of his breakfast burrito for later. He left it in the cubbyhole in the car and when he got back it was gone and the paper was licked clean! She never forgot and we would find her in the front seat after that, just in case he did that again.
I didn’t mind cleaning up after a meal, because Patches always helped. She would wait patiently until I was finished, unless I took too long. Then there would be a low moan. A baby carrot or piece of venison and licking the plates was her reward for being patient.
She loved her squeaky toys and playing keep away with us. She loved our many walks, taking a different route each day.
After supper, she loved to snuggle on the couch and then onto the bed, usually pushing us to the edge by morning, “long dogging” it.
Thank you, Patches, for 12 ½ years of happy memories!!
Terry and Patty Harmel
“There's something missing in my home, I feel it day and night. I know it will take time and strength before things feel quite right. But just for now, I need to mourn. My heart -- it needs to mend. Though some may say, "It's just a pet," I know I've lost a friend. You've brought such laughter to my home, and richness to my days. A constant friend through joy or loss with gentle, loving ways. Companion, friend, and confidante, I never will forget. You'll live forever in my heart, my sweet, forever pet.” By Susanne Taylor
Patches, October 1995 - January 15, 2012
Patches, my baby girl, you were the most important thing in my life. Through every loss, every hard time I had in my life, you were always there to be my support. Having you greet me every day for 16 years is something that I'll never forget, and something I'll greatly miss. Nothing will ever be the same without you. I can't even go into the kitchen without thinking about you. You'll receive a proper monument, and I hope you notice the candles I light for you. I hope they'll guide you on your way. You'll be in good company before the Rainbow Bridge, including your old friend Jack. Be good to him. I love you so much, baby, more than I could ever express. I greatly look forward to the day I finally will be reunited with you. It can't come soon enough. Love always, baby.
Patrick Dante Bear, 03/13/2006 - 01/01/2012
My precious little boy, even though you were ill
for a long time your stay on earth was far too short. I know
that you are with Daddy and your brother Tommy now, and you are
no longer in pain. You don't have to take your awful medicines
anymore, because you have been restored to perfect health in
your new body. You were playful and undemanding, and a silent
but steady and solid presence in our lives. You are missed very
much, even by people who knew you only briefly. Your absence can
never be filled, and it is very lonely here without you. Your
little brother still looks for you, but I believe in his own way
he can still see you.
Until we meet again,
With love always, Mommy
Pauly, January 25, 1995 - April 7, 2012
It is with a very heavy heart that I had to bid
farewell to my little boy Pauly. Saturday April 7, 2012 at
8:30am Pauly gave me his last kiss.
He was my very first dog, and I love him so much.
He brought a lot of joy into my life and he kept me going through the hard times.
I know he is not alone, he will be playing with Russell and chasing each other like they used to do. Snuggling next to each other to sleep and enjoying a game of tug.
I love you
PEBBLES, June 23, 1997 - March 22, 2012
Pebbles, you were the most perfect little girl
right to the very end. Your heart was not able to go on anymore
and I knew you were struggling. When I held you this day, I
asked you to please go in my arms here at home instead of having
to make the decision. In less than hour and just 10 minutes
before we would leave for the Vets, you did, one last time, just
what I asked. I know you could see me and hear me as your heart
took it's last beat. Both Daddy and I were with you. I want you
to know how much I miss you and love you, and my heart hurts
without you. You will forever be in my heart and on my mind. You
were truly my best friend and my perfect angel. I will wait for
the day when I can hold you again, and until then I will talk to
you by looking at the brightest star, for you were always my
bright star. I love you Pebbles.
All our Love to Mommy and Daddy's baby girl forever. xox
From the beginning you were my "Lucky Little Penni." For almost 14 years you've been my best friend. Always with me whenever you could be. When you were just a puppy I would say "you wanna go for a ride?" And you would wag your tail so excited and ready to go. You would jump in and find your seat in the passengers seat and we would just drive through town. As we both got older and I wasn't around as much, those rides got to be fewer and fewer. I introduced you to the man I was going to marry. A few years later he and I would buy a house and have a baby boy. We then were able to bring you to our house. You were always so good with the boys and always right there with me whenever I was outside. Summer won't be the same without you to share a drink from the hose. And when I open the door to the garage I miss having you come up to see me and get a treat. You used to love to go swimming I have the pond and to go for walks. I could see it in your eyes how sad you were that you couldn't do those things anymore. And it broke my heart this summer when I said "you wanna go for a ride?" And after I helped you in the vehicle and you tried to sit up in your normal spot you just couldn't physically do it. I miss you so much Penni. I hope you aren't in anymore pain and I can't hardly wait to see you again when we meet in heaven. I love and miss you and you will always have a special place in my heart.
Before we met, my intentions were to take home another dog I had admired on the shelter's website. However, this was not a good match. I walked up and down the row of cages that housed your fellow canines, each one shivering, fearful and sad. How I wished I could have taken them all home. I must have walked by your cage two, maybe three times and then I saw you.
When we met, you were dirty, your claws were like talons, your fur was matted and you were in dire need of a grooming. You were so calm, quiet, obediant, and friendly. With your long hair I could barely see your eyes, but when our eyes did meet you looked at me as if to say "Please take me home".
When we met, they couldn't tell me how long you were a stray, why you were abandoned, whether or not you ever had puppies, what your disposition was, how old you were or even what your name was. I did not hesitate to take you home with me. How happy you were to leave your prison and you once again looked at me as if to say "Thank you". Truth be told, it was I that should have thanked you for you enriched my life in ways you would never have imagined.
When we arrived home, we cut your nails, shaved off your matted fur, and bathed you. All the while you sat there so patient and obediant. I proudly showed you off to my family, friends and co-workers. I was asked by more then one person why I would adopt such an "old and ugly dog" and I responded with anger, defending your honor. How dare they? You were a member of the family now and a big piece of my heart. It didn't matter if you were old, overweight and pigeon toed, you were beautiful to me inside and out.
You always put a smile on my face when I attempted to walk you or even take you out to do your business. You hated having to get out of your cozy bed next to the heater and would look at me as if to say, "Really? Are you seriously asking me to get up and go outside when I am so comfortable and relaxed" I have to admit, you were probably the laziest dog I ever encountered, but it made you who you were. You certainly did not have a problem getting up to eat, that was your favorite part of the day. I enjoyed watching you consume every morsal of your meal which you so deserved.
When we met, I never imagined how much I would love you and how excited I would be to come home from work and see you lying on your bed waiting for me. You always looked at me with such love and loyalty. It didn't matter how I looked or felt, your love was unconditional. Just looking at your sad eyes, how you waddled when you walked, how you made every effort to be near me, always,always put a smile on my face. I am ashamed to say, I was favoring you over Murphy and Lily, but I couldn't help it, there was just something about you.
When we met, I would never have imagined the short amount of time we would have together. Three short months. My God, it just didn't seem fair.
When we met, never would I have thought that the small cut you sustained during an altercation with the other dogs, would had led to your demise. It seemed you became ill immediately afterwards. How could this have happened? How could you have been okay on that Friday and pass away early Tuesday morning.
When we met, never did I think that I would be nursing you for days, praying to St. Francis that you would be okay, and hoping beyond any and all other hope, that the vet would make you better.
When we met, never did I think I would be carrying you home from the vet awaiting the results of your blood test and once again clinging to the hope that you would hang on for one more day until the vet could determine what was causing your pain and suffering. I was fooling myself that you would miraculously recover and life would resume as normal. Me loving you and you loving me. But this was not to be.
When we met, never could I have imagined that you would wake up from from a restless sleep, attempt to walk over to your water bowl but instead collapse to the floor.
When we met, never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that the last breath you would take would be in my kitchen. All evening you kept getting up from your bed and going into the corner of the kitchen, standing there in the dark. I now realize you were attempting to isolate yourself from the family because you knew you were dying.
When we met, never would I have imagined the pain, guilt, and extreme sorrow I would experience after your death. Never would I have imagined how many tears I would cry for your loss.
Penny, I want you to know that I blame myself everyday for your death. If only I would have taken you to the vet earlier, maybe you would have survived. Maybe they would have been able to address the bacterial infection that was shutting down each one of your organs in such a slow, unforgiving manner. How I hate myself for my procrastination, for my idiotic and childish fantasy that you could "shake it off" and once again be happy and content.
When we met, I had no idea that you would be leaving me so quickly. I think of you on a daily basis. I go to work everyday and am able to keep busy which lessens the pain of your loss. It's when I come home that my heart aches and yearns for your presence. I look at where your bed used to be, your empty bowl and the pink collar that you once adorned. I have put them all out of site for the pain is too great to bear.
When we met, never would I have thought that you would be buried under a small tree in my backyard. That I would be visiting your grave and telling you how much you are missed.
Penny, I will always love you and never forget the happiness you brought into my life. I miss you my sweet angel. They say animals do not have a soul, that once an animal dies they go no where but just die. I challenge that belief for I truly believe that God would never have created such a loving and kind creature as yourself, and not have such a wonderful place for them to rest in peace. With that said my chunky baby, I know the day I pass on, we will reunite in His kingdom never to be apart again. Thank you for sharing your last days with me. You will never be forgotten and will live on forever in my heart. Until we meet again my baby girl.
Peyton, May 21, 2004 - June 20, 2011
Happy Birthday to our best friend. Momma and Da miss you very much. The joy and happiness you brough into our lives can never be measured. From your famous cat dancing to the Adventures of Big and Silent Meow, you were a constant source of love and happiness. The house hasn't been the same since you left. We will think about our partial puff until we see you again on the Rainbow Bridge.
All our love,
Momma and Da
Phil "The Wonder Dog", 6/97 - 3/2012
Phil "The Wonder Dog"
My buddy Phil, known as "The Wonder Dog" went on to doggy heaven today. Phil came to me through Desert Labrador Retriever Rescue out of Phoenix, AZ. on August 3, 2002. Phil was rumored to be about 5 at the time but was to vain to admit it. Phil was nicknamed the "Wonder Dog" by my dear friend Catherine Gilmore. I began referring to him that way when I wondered what I did with all my time before he came into my life and wondered what I'll do without him in it. Some of the sting is taken away by the presence of his live in girlfriend Sally, also from DLRR, commonly referred to by me as the "Anti-Christ". She is no longer referred to that way but that's how she came into Phil and my life. Phil was as good a buddy on 4 legs to me as anyone on 2 legs that I've come to know. I've been blessed with a circle of friends, the 2 legged variety, that I've known for well over 30 years and they've put up with me through thick and thin over the years. Phil has put up with me for 10 and I know for sure that my life would be a lot more empty without having these great friends in my life and that certainly includes Phil. We tend to embrace our pets as part of our family and its true, so I feel as much an empty feeling with the loss of Phil as I would with a member of my "human" family and that includes all my close friends and they know who they are. Phil gave me 10 years of his life and that's a gift I know that no matter what I could've done I could never repay. Unconditional love for 10 years, comforting me when I was down and sharing with me his joy when I was happy. Waking up to a chocolate nose in my face most mornings to let me know it was time to get up and feed him was pretty much the perfect way to wake up. He even gave my an additional 5 min. if I needed it, he was that kind of friend. Someone asked me, how much money would you spend to keep your dog healthy and I replied, there is no number that I can think of to prevent me from taking care of Phil. Unfortunately no amount of money would have been able to prolong my friends life. To try would have been doing a disservice to him as it would be for anyone who's time had come. My vet said, you'll know when it's time, Phil will let you know when it's time. Last night when I got home from work, my friends Charlie and Patty Peters didn't have to tell me, one look at Phil's face and the look in his eyes told me. This morning when I awoke, Phil reaffirmed that to me and I called my vet. I thought I was holding up pretty well considering the circumstances and the fact that I had been preparing myself for this for some time, but truth be told, when I told my vet it was time, I can say unashamed that the tears flowed like a river, as much as if a member of my human family had died. Phil did leave me with something though, a loophole. A loophole you ask. In order to understand that I should relate a story about the great comedian W.C. Fields. When Fields was on his death bed, one of his drinking cronies visited him and saw him reading a bible. When asked what he was doing reading the holy book, Fields replied, "Looking for loopholes". Phil has provided me with one and that is, as you know, ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVAN. When I get Phil's remains back, in the form of ashes, I'm going to save them and when I go to me my maker I'm going to have my ashes co-mingled with his and I'll make it into heaven on his tail so to speak. See, our pets keep on giving even after they're gone. Until we meet again Phil, thank you for being a true Wonder Dog and for making me a much better person for having known you.
Phoebe Bevan, November 11th 2000 - 28th May 2012
Goodbye to the best friend I have ever had. My
darling Phoebe I love you with lll of my heart and I feel so
much pain without you. I will love you for the rest of my life
and never forget the joy, friendship and loyalty we shared.
Sleep well my little one.
My sweetie pie - I love you and miss you so
much! You have a luxury suite forever in my heart!
Precious, 02/02/1994 - 01/13/2012
Precious girl, we are so happy that you choose us
for you parents. It was a two way street you needed Love &
we wanted to give you Love. You were generous with your love to
not only us but to 2 other kitties that needed love to. Bubba
& Biscotti & your Daddy & me will miss you always
and Love you forever. Love mommy
Princess, may 2, 1012
In memory of Princess,the sweetest rat terrier in the world.We rescued you from the spca and you gave us a wonderful 7 years of your life.I miss your kisses when I get home from work and you laying in my lap putting your head on my chest and falling asleep.There will never be another quite like you and I will never forget you baby girl.I built you a headstone and planted flowers around you and I visit you every day.It broke my heart to lose you-but some day it will heal,with god's help.I know he is taking care of you until I can get there.I'm sorry,but for now I have to let you go,although I don't want to.I have to live on so that some day I can carry you acros that bridge.Until then,rest in god's peace Princess,I love you.
Princess, Spring, 2009 - November 6, 2011
Princess was born outside to a feral colony. A predator killed one of her siblings and grabbed her too, but by some miracle she was unscathed. Her mother was Baby Grey and she was a wonderful mother but it wasn't safe outside so she was moved into the Primrose Palace with her brother Charlie. For hours and days on end they would sit perfectly quiet in a cozy box in the closet, paws around each other.
Then she met her step sister Tina and she was so happy to spend time with her. If Tina was sitting on a chair, Princess needed to be right next to her. If Tina she was in a box she would push her way into the box too. Tina would also groom her on occasion. Princess loved Temptations and if you didn't dispense them fast enough she would hit them from your hand.
She would sometimes not come home at night, But when she saw us outside she would leap from the fence and run to us. She also played tricks on the other outside cats, some of whom were mean to her. She would often leap around the fence in play, and run up the trees and bushes going higher and faster than anyone.
When she disappeared, it was if she didn't want to leave. A massive wind storm immediately followed, toppling trees and wreaking havoc.
We miss you so much, Princess. God speed, dear one.
Whisked from the jaws of death she relished every
living breath, fearless, dancing with nature, across grass
fields and tree tops, attacked from all sides but ever happy,
with all odds against her, she found love, food, comfort, and
people who loved her in this harsh world...if even for a short
Pugsley. 3/1/1999 - 2/12/2012
This page is a tribute to our sweet Pug Man, Pugsley. We loved him so much and will always remember the wonderful times we had with him. Snuggling in bed with us, rubbing his fat belly, laughing as he licked EVERYTHING, and how wonderful he was to accept Cooper as his little brother. I know he is running in green fields in heaven playing with all the other dogs that have gone before him, and I know that one day we will meet again, but until then I will love him forever, and never forget the great times and the love he had for us.
I love you Pugsley
Pumpkin, April 1994 - December 17, 2011
Pumpkin was a small little kitten that I happened to see as I walked into a pet shop one day. He was the last of his litter waiting to be adopted. He had a heart murmur and people were afraid to adopt him because he was not healthy. I adopted him that day for that reason. I wanted him to have someone care about him and love him. I will never reqret that decision. He was my best friend and baby for 17 years. Not bad for a kitten with a heart murmur and was considered unhealthy. He had a big personality and made me smile everyday.
Pumpkin it has been almost a month since I had to put you to sleep. It hurts as much now as it did that day. My life is not the same without you. I feel so empty and alone without you. You were the best part of my life and now you are gone. You were like my child and will never be replaced. You fought through many medical problems such as a heart murmur, thyroid disease and kidney disease. You were there for me for the past 17 years and are missed so much. I hope you are at peace now and remember how much you will always be loved. I miss you and I love you. I will never forget you.
PupPup, 1998 - 19/5/2012
Our beloved PupPup,
Let our hearts be your resting place and we look forward to be reunited with you at the rainbow bridge.
We have not stopped crying since you were gone and just we thought no one could possibly understand our pains, we found this site where we can pay your a permanent tribute.
Daddy and Bobo xoxoxoxox
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