On November 20, 2004, my beautiful Baby, a cinnamon/silver striped
tabby, entered my life as an adoptee from a cat rescue
organization. I had spotted her the night before exhibited
in a pet supply store, and was captivated and compelled to return
the following day to make her a family member.
For the next almost 16 years, she was an integral part of my
existence. I watched her bloom from kittenhood with her
mischievous ways into a calm, loving adult. She was trained
to accompany me downstairs in the immediate vicinity of my
apartment and its lake, where she loved nibbling blades of fresh
grass and observing the wildlife. When she was ready to
return to our apartment, she dashed upstairs, meowed and waited
impatiently at our door until I followed her upstairs.
Whenever I became animated in a phone conversation and my voice
was raised louder than usual, she immediately ran over to me to
see if I was “okay” because she was not accustomed to hearing me
speak in a loud tone.
She welcomed our new feral cat Pepper and lovingly showed him the
ropes and kicked his butt a few times when he deserved it.
Baby has been with me every step of the way as a comforting soul
in my loving relationships, disappointing relationships, job
frustrations, hurricanes and other major life events. She
was a dedicated companion who wanted only love, shelter, good food
and “treats” in return.
She fought a valiant battle at the end of her life against
multiple forms of cancer, but crossed the Rainbow Bridge on August
27, 2020. Baby will always have a part of my heart and I
miss her tremendously every single day!
Bailey,
06/25/2005 - 02/23/2020
Your time to run and be free of pain and shortness of breath is
now! Be free, my baby boy, be free. 💕😘💕
Bailey,
02/10/2001 - 02/18/2019
My dear sweet Bailey,
Not a day goes by without thinking of you and missing you.
You will always be in my heart and never forgotten. Thank for your
love and for being my forever friend.
I will see you again someday.
With eternal love,
Momma
Bailey
Alexander, August 22 2020
Our sweet, dear Bailey Alexander. You were the kindest and most
loving cat who loved and trusted us with your whole heart. All you
wanted was to cuddle. The tears are many, our hearts are
broken and we will love and miss you forever.
Mommy Doreen and Daddy Mickey
Bailey Good Boy, Feb 14, 2007 -
April 24, 2020
Words can not express, what Bailey meant to me. Everyday he
gave my life happiness and light. He was the happiest Basset
Hound around. With his Black and White Color and long i mean
long ears (he won contest of longest ears). I new you were tired
and ready to move on, That was the hardest thing i have ever
done. We were with you till the end. The house is much
quieter now, your bark I still hear. A though jumps in my
mind of how happy you made me. My heart hurts so
much....Bailey you are momma's special boy and always will be...
Love you Momma's Boy Bailey
(christina Wingert)
Bailey Wailey,
11/10/2017 - 05/31/2020
My Bailey...how I miss you so much baby. There isn’t a day that
goes by that I don’t think of you or wish you were at my side. You
are irreplaceable and so loved. I honestly don’t know how to get
through life without you but I find comfort in knowing you will
always be with me. I wish I can hold you or hear your little voice
again. Always know how much I love you mama. Please always stay
with me.
Bandit, June
2010 - 1/1/2020
For Bandit, or as I called him “Little Fella” and Rita called you
“Bam-Bam”. It was early last fall after we got back from
California, you became sick and were diagnosed with
diabetes. After lots of testing, your insulin shots and new
diet seemed to balance you out. However, you never quite got back
to your former self as we struggled to keep your weight up.
Then on New Year’s Eve we spent the whole day in the vets office
because you had stopped eating. We got you back home that
night, but it was obvious you weren’t doing well. The next
morning when you started moaning we took you back to the vet
fearing the worst. Unfortunately our fears came true as the
vet said you were shutting down and there wasn’t much they could
do. This was all very sudden even given your diabetes
history and we had to make the crushing decision to put you
down. We only had you for 6 shorts years of your 10 year
life and it was a shock because we thought you were one of the
most indestructible cats we’ve had. You were the perfect
companion to our bully cat “Tempest”. You two grew close
especially sharing the big cat carrier in the back seat when we
went on those long camping trips. You had the most unusual
personality, always a little tentative and didn’t really care for
being held, but you used to follow me wherever I went in the house
and you loved to be pet, the harder the better. You
especially craved the outdoors with the backyards at both the
houses you lived in. You were jousting with squirrels in
Denver and always chortling at any birds that dared to venture
onto your turf. You were always around us and couldn’t have
been a nicer more friendly cat. It’s only been 4 weeks now,
but you are truly missed by both us and Tempest. Even with
the three of us here the house couldn’t feel more empty without
you and when we start up those camping trips this year we are
going to miss those little shared experiences we had on the road.
BEAMER, 9/2/2006
- 4/14/2020
My precious little Beamer. You were my first furbaby, and
you were as precious throughout the 13.5 years with me as the day
I first met you at the breeder's house. You gave me
something that no person has ever given me - a sense of
purpose. You made me "mommy". There are no words to
describe the love I had for you. You were and still are my
heart. You brought me joy and made me proud to call you
mine. You knew me like a book. You actually knew me
better than I know myself.
I will certainly miss you. There is such a huge hole or void
in my life that I can never forget you. You never reached
over 7 pounds, but you provided me trillions of tons of
love. I will miss seeing you greet me when I come home. I
will miss you bringing me a toy as soon as my electric toothbrush
started. I will miss you being smart enough to come tell me
you wanted fresh water, and leading me to the refrigerator for a
snack. I will miss your big innocent eyes. I will miss
seeing you chase battery-operated toys. I will miss
everything about you, Beam. Mommy loves you forever. My
heart is forever stamped from your little paw prints you left all
over it.
Nothing could have prepared me for your not being here. It
was so unexpected. I don't know when, or if I'll ever
recover. God allowed me to have you. I pray that one
day I can hug and kiss you again.
Until then, you'll remain in my heart and I will hold on to the
sweet and precious memories.
Mommy
Beamer,
September 2, 2006 - April 14, 2020
Beamer who we also called Beam was a very special and sweet little
dog. He was crazy about me (his auntie) and I was crazy about him
but he was also crazy about his brother Henri. We first met Beam
when he was a puppy. My dog Henri (Beam’s brother) and I went to
meet him at my sisters house and he never forgot us. We watched
him grow up and it was really sweet watching him grow and learn
from his brother at the same time. Their relationship was special.
My dog commands are in French and Beam caught on pretty quick.
Beam seem to always look up to his brother as if he knew he was
the oldest. When Beam would visit our house, before settling down
he’ll go from one room to the next, downstairs and then back
upstairs checking out the new smells. He reminded me of a working
police dog and my dog did the same thing at my sister’s house.
Beam was always excited to see me and I was excited seeing him and
enjoyed talking baby talk to him. When the two brothers would
visit one another they’d be so excited in the beginning from not
seeing each other. Beam always knew when my sister was
driving to our house and once she reached our street, he knew he
was going to see his brother, auntie and uncle. There were times
when I visited my sister without taking Henri and when she opened
the door to greet me Beam would run out run around my car
looking for his brother. That made me feel guilty. I’m going
to miss little sweet Beam. You had some wonder years with those
who loved you. You broke some hearts, you left too soon but you
left so many wonderful memories. I can still hear you roar like a
lion. I can still see your cute walk and the way you held your
head high with pride. I can still see the shyness and the quick
moves. Your aunties heart is broken. Your memories aren’t just in
my head, I have live videos and pictures I can look at and just
know that we were blessed to have had you in our lives. Beam I’m
glad my sister chose you because I never would have met such a
beautiful sweet little dog. I love you Beam💔🐾🐾your
favorite auntie Duck
Bella,
10/09/2009 - 5/23/2020
Bella,
It’s me, your older brother. I miss you more than words can
describe, you were the center of the household and bonded us all
together each and every day. Losing you is the hardest thing I’ve
ever had to go through. I will miss your kisses and your cuddles,
and all of your little antics that always brought a smile to my
face. You were the best dog anyone could ever ask for and I know
you’re in a better place now. I cry as I am writing this because
it pains me so much that you are gone, but you will certainly
never be forgotten. We are planting a tree in your memory, and
every time I look at that tree your memory will warm my heart. I
love you so much and can’t wait to see you again one day. Rest In
Peace puffer
Bella
Rosenfield, 07/04/20
Ocean of Love
(A Song for Bella)
The following is a re-write of an original song by Owen Herman and
Billy Ward written back in the mid to late eighties. This re-write
speaks volumes in regards to The loss of our beloved furry friend
named Bella, whom I, Owen Herman had the great honor and pleasure
to house sit while Bella’s wonderful family, The Rosenfield’s were
away on various two week vacations over the last several years.
This tribute goes out to All those who knew and Loved Bella as
much as anyone could possibly Love such a dynamic and awesome Dog
that Bella was. But mostly this goes out to the Rosenfield’s,
Adam, Lisa and their Son and Daughter Max and Molly. These persons
who gave Bella the most nurturing home and genuine care that any
fun loving pet could ever deserve. Bella was Max and Molly’s
childhood pet growing up and are now in their twenties. My heart
aches for these wonderful people who Loved their Bella to the nth
degree. Bella will be missed in great bunches, and I support the
emotional needs to the Rosenfield’s at this very sad time by means
of this pet loss website. Thank You petloss.com, and the
Rainbow Bridge for allowing such a wonderful website for those in
need to process their grief.
Bella fell hard to the ship,
Sailed for the season.
I’m plenty with sorrow, and with,
A very good reason.
She caught on a one way,
For the Astral Plain.
I’m painfully knowing that She,
Is without escape.
She’s without escape....
She’s without escape....
Without an escape to the call,
With Her back to the wall.
She’s not always knowing, just how,
near or how far.
I turn to the window to gaze,
At the street light above.
I’m quietly lost in the glow
In Her Ocean of Love.
In Her Ocean of Love....
In Her Ocean of Love....
In Her Ocean of Love....
-Middle Break Solo-
Thoughts of Our Bella are written,
In the words of a song.
Her instinct of knowing what’s right,
Never was wrong.
Thoughts of Our Bella, wishing,
She could be here.
My heartfelt emotion is found,
In the form of a tear.
In the form of a tear....
In the form of a tear....
In the form of a tear streaming down,
My thoughts are unclear.
The tear from My face splashed the ground,
Is all I could hear.
Like a wave smashed the shoreline,
I tried screaming above it.
I’m slowly drowning deep down,
In My Ocean of Love.
In My Ocean of Love....
In My Ocean of Love....
In My Ocean of Love....
Repeat to fade
d.c. Al Fine
R.I.P Bella Dog
Benji, 06/20/08
- 01/16/20
You’ll always be my baby, Benji!! You were a great companion to
me! I miss you so much! You were so playful, energetic and a lot
of fun!! Benji was a Jack Russell Terrier/Australian cattledog, I
wish I had a picture. I had you since you were about 6 weeks old!!
You saw me through some really tough times in my life! You always
knew how to make me happy. Darn lymphoma cancer took you away from
me at age 11.5 but you were a trooper, you tried so hard not to
let your illness get you down. I know you’re running around,
playing and being the Benji I know!! I can’t wait to see you
again!! <3 <3 I still cry for you my baby. But don’t worry,
my baby Clancy is really a wonderful pup. I’m sure without doubt
that you Benji would approve of Clancy!! Thank you for all the
awesome years we had together!! Your licks, jumps and energetic
self are what made me love you so much, Benji! Love you
eternally!!
Benson, March
2007 - April 8, 2020
Benson, you gave me 13 years of smiles, purrs, sweet meows and so
much happiness in my life. I'm missing you so much right now while
all the memories of the good times we had together occupy my mind.
You were my big buddy and I loved you so much. You are gone now
but you will always have a soft spot in my heart and I will never
forget you. Rest in peace my sweet friend. We will be together
again some day at the Rainbow Bridge.
Blackie,
06/08/15 - 01/05/20
My dearest beautiful sweet Blackie, I would give my soul, my
spirit to have you and your brothers and sisters back here with
me. I miss you so so so much. There is a void, a silence, a deep
sorrow within my heart because your not here. Your absence is
devastating. I miss your bark, I miss seeing you carry and play
with your toy ever so proudly. I miss you throwing yourself on top
of me, beside me and even at my feet. I miss your kisses and you
keeping my hand on you to pet you with your paw. I thank you for
trusting me for when I found you, you were so abused and broken
you trusted no one. I miss everything about you. How I wish and
sob that I only had four years with you but I loved you intensely
for those four years. And I know that you knew that I loved you
and that there was absolutely nothing I wouldn’t have done for
you. It doesn’t feel the same, even Copper doesn’t seem the same,
you were his partner in crime and now he’s alone, and it’s
heartbreaking. Oh my beloved Blackie, I hope I see you in my
dreams to let me know your ok, and to let me know your still with
me. There are no words to adequately express how losing you breaks
me. I love you Blackie, I miss you so much.
Blaze,
12-25-2005 - 08-22-2020
Blaze I will miss you with all my heart I know your not suffering
anymore but I was being selfish in not wanting to let
you go but when you looked me in the face with those big
beautiful brown eyes I knew it was time to say good bye I
couldn't let you lay there and suffer I will never forget you
Blue, 12/26/2019
Blue
A dog like you I’d never known-
A Black Mouth Cur they said.
Reddish brown, your hair like down,
With black around your eyes, muzzle and head.
In a cage you laid looking lonely and afraid,
A stray you had been.
But adopting you we immediately knew
You were destined to be our kin.
Rescue they said is what we did
But we most surely know,
‘Twas you, my friend, who rescued us
With 13 joy-filled years to show.
Whether sparing with the sprinkler in summer,
Or swishing on your back making angels in the snow,
Your search for fun was insatiable
And our love for you did grow.
The years flew by way too fast
And your black accents did slowly give to gray.
Running and jumping turned to napping and stumbling
And we knew there’d come a day.
Two days before that Christmas,
More anxious you’d become.
We prayed a few more days, dear Jesus,
Before He called you home.
Those days did God most generously grant,
Perhaps more sweetly than we’d hoped,
To gather close once more with family
As around us all you loped.
I raked the leaves in our front yard,
On that warm 26th day of December.
You visited with our neighbors and their doggie friends,
Who stopped to see you, I remember.
While calling to a passerby,
On the far side of the street,
My eyes were off you for but a moment
And the car you did not see.
To his pooch like a magnet you were drawn,
As, helpless, I screamed, “Blue, no!”
But steadfast on your mission,
into the unwary driver’s path did you go.
On your very own terms you lived and left us,
Oh, precious boy of mine
And saved us from the choice we dreaded,
Though we’d rather that, than something so unkind.
Missing you so terribly now,
Though we know God has richly blessed us,
Filling our home for a precious while,
With your nudging nose, wagging tail and happy ruckus.
No longer can we pet you, scratch your ears
Or look deep into your wondering eyes,
But our broken hearts are also lifted,
Knowing our loss to be your gain as heaven’s welcome prize.
In our mind’s eye we see you now
Your body perfectly restored,
Barking and jumping and running figure 8’s again,
In the dear company of our Lord.
Bob, Dec 2016 -
Sept 2nd 2020
My little ray of sunshine had to leave me. I miss him so very
much. His death came too soon and was not the peaceful, dignified
one he deserved. I pray he did not suffer. He was funny and
cheeky, quirky and adorable. He made me laugh out loud and
exasperated me. He rarely sat on my knee but when he did it was
magical. He loved his "morning snuggles" which involved him
meowing loudly at the bedroom door until he was let in so he could
jump into the bed with me. The head butt's and the way he looked
at me was pure love. His purr was loud. I was the only one he
trusted completely, I tried not to show favouritism, he was one of
5 much loved cats but I couldn't help but adore him. He adored me
too. He had boundless energy and never walked when he could run at
100miles an hour. He could cross the garden and get to the top of
his favourite tree in seconds. He was elegant and so handsome. He
had a penchant for butter and waited every morning for it to be
added to his food. He also had an obsession with boxes, any size
or shape he was in it or on it. He is home now in his own
specially made box I think he would approve. He should have seen
me well into my 60's, he should be here enjoying life, butter,
boxes and "morning snuggles". I feel hollowed out without him and
guilty I wasn't there when he needed me, it's a physical pain
which literally takes my breath away. If I could speak to you my
baby Bob I would tell you what I am sure you knew, I loved you, I
love you...
Boston aka Boss,
Dec 23 2013 - May 9 2020
Lost my best friend today. Boss had lymphomic cancer and we
were having more bad days then good days. We had a good
life, He was a sweetheart and very protective of his family.
He will be missed by many, but mostly by his Momma and his
(2) 4 legged Brothers. He loved me for the 6 years I had
him, so I loved him enough to let him go ❤ Crossed over that
Rainbow Bridge at 1:45 pm. Til we meet again My Buddy.
Buddie,
09/09/2020
To Buddie, our guardian angel bird. For 21 years, we were
allowed to share our lives with a special little soul, the
smallest one in our household, our beloved cockatiel,
Buddie. You have been in the center of our everyday
lives. Through your songs, your calls, and your very special
job as official watch bird, you have always been there. I’ll
miss our conversations, our visits, our cuddles.
When you got sick a week and a half ago, I began to feel the worst
was not far off. You and I drove to see the bird vet, a not
so uneventful trip. No amount of my time or money was
spared. I tried to do everything I could for you. But
slowly, with each passing day, it became apparent that you were
slipping away. On your last night on this earth, I held you
for a long time, not wanting to let you go, for fear that you
would pass away alone in the night. But, you hung on until I
saw you this morning, so that we could have one more chance to say
goodbye. You slipped away peacefully. And you took a
piece of my heart with you.
I wrapped you in the softest blanket I could find, and held this
empty shell of your body, now still and cold, for hours. The
tears won’t stop. The house is so quiet. No longer do
I hear you climbing around in your cage. No chirps, no
calls, no words, no songs. My little drop of sunshine has
set. No more “night, night, Buddie bird”. I feel so
lost and alone.
Your spirit has been set free, to be made whole and well again, no
more sickness, no more pain. You’ve flown over the Rainbow Bridge.
I hope you’ve had a good life. Mine has certainly been enriched
with yours. I’ll see you when I get there. They say you were just
a bird. But, you are not. Your are my best small
friend. I love you so, my little Buddie bird. RIP
Butterball, 20
April 2007 - 11 October 2020
Butterball loved me more than anyone on Earth -- human or animal
-- ever loved me
In 2006 three kittens came to my house. I named them Tom, Dick,
and Harry. Tom and Dick were tabbies and very much resembled each
other. One time I reached out to pet Tom, but it was Dick instead.
He growled at me. Harry was a tuxedo. I fed them everyday. Tom
disappeared for three weeks, and I was beside myself with anxiety.
Even then Tom was special to me. To my relief, Tom returned. I
don't know what happened to Dick. He stopped coming around. He and
I never bonded.
One day Tom came up looking quite pregnant. Tom became Tommie from
that day forth. At 4:20 pm on April 20, 2007, I was on the deck of
the duplex rushing to put soft padding into a cat house two
friends assembled for me when Tommie's water broke, and the first
kitten popped his head out. Tommie jumped into the cat house with
him. When I returned home from the movies with friends, there were
six beautiful kittens -- five boys and one girl.
Although Tommie was a very attentive mother, she periodically left
to explore and play. I was always totally anxious until she
returned. There was a tomcat in the neighborhood I chased away
whenever he showed up. One day he was at a distance across the
yard when he spotted me and fell flat to the ground on his stomach
to appear invisible.
The kittens were all named from their characteristics. Butterball
was twice the size of his siblings. Jack and Ennis were bonded
from the start. I named them Jack and Ennis from Brokeback
Mountain. I assigned their names fortuitously and correctly -- my
Jack was the adventurous scamp, my Ennis the shy, quiet one. (In
all his life, Ennis never made a sound. He never meowed at me
ever.) Tobey was a Siamese with one eye slightly out of alignment.
Titus was gray with faint stripes. Agatha, the lone female, was
named after the precog Agatha in Minority Report.
After the kittens were weened, I had Tommie spayed. When she
returned home, I gave her a vet-approved pain medication. She
became incensed. When I went to work that day, she gathered her
brood and took them off the property. I returned home to find
Butterball waiting for me on the front steps. Everyone else left
-- he stayed home to be with his human Dad.
Butterball was always under foot, seeking love and affection. Food
too! Every morning when I came out of my bedroom, he was there --
under foot as always -- needing love, affection, and food. We'd go
into the kitchen together. He would circle under my feet, jump
against the refrigerator door, jump up against the dishwasher door
while I attempted to get food and bowls. He had a strange habit of
snatching a mouthful of wet food and scampering into the hallway
to eat it.
When it was time for me to go to bed, he wanted to come into the
bedroom. (Margarita and Thor live there, and they were not keen on
visitors.) It always took a monumental effort to shoo him away.
Now I wish I had simply let him into the bedroom to sleep with me.
He did once -- he had slipped in quietly, and in the middle of the
night I saw him sleeping on my pile of dirty clothes.
Butterball suffered with mild sinusitis all his life. On Saturday,
26 September 2020, it was so bad I took him to the vet who gave
him a steroid shot and oral antibiotic (2X a day for 14 days).
On Saturday, 10 October 2020, I got out of the shower to find
Butterball crying in the kitchen, unable to stand on his rear
legs. I rushed him to the vet. As I was driving, I kept saying to
myself, "You are going to have to tell Butterball goodbye." Three
years previously, the same thing -- the exact same thing --
happened to Jeoffry, my loving big boy who was with me for four
years. (I rescued Jeoffry from the Animal Control Shelter. He was
FIV+, and I did not want the loving boy euthanized.) I had taken
Jeoffry to my long-standing veterinary practice. Although the vet
suggested euthanizing him, I had him treated in the hope that he
might recover.
He had no chance of recovery. He had thrown a blood cot that
blocked blood circulation to the affected rear legs. After five
days of ineffectual medical care, I had to have him euthanized.
Now I was back to the same situation with Butterball. I knew what
need to be done -- I knew he could not be saved. Yet foolishly I
let his veterinarian proceed as if he had an injury from which he
might recover, antibiotics and micro-aspirin to try to break up
the blood clot.
Back home, Butterball cried out to me every time he saw me.
If I was not there with him and he cried out, I came running to
him. Mid-afternoon Sunday, 11 October 2020, he was suffering
ghastly pain. A friend and former work colleague offered to drive
in from a neighboring city, a one hour and a half drive, to
accompany us to Emergency Services. At first, I declined. An hour
or so later, I asked my friend to come.
Butterball was in excruciating pain. He was shrieking ...
shrieking ... SHRIEKING in pain as the vet game him the shots to
euthanize him. I was crying, calling out, "Your Daddy is here. I
love you, Butterball. I love you. I was there when you were born.
I'm here with you at the end. I love you, Butterball."
I'm crying again. I will cry for him everyday for the rest of my
life.
If I had had him euthanized Saturday -- my initial intention -- my
conscience would be clear, that I had done the right thing, that
Butterball had died without pain. But that is not what happened. I
acquiesced in allowing pointless medical treatment. Now his pain
is gone, but my grief, guilt, and remorse will be with me forever.
My friends all said that I did the right thing, that I gave
Butterball a chance to survive. My friends are wrong. His chance
of recovery ranged from 0% to 1%. To have subjected my loving cat
to a horrifying, painful death with such odds was inexcusable,
unforgivable.
Butterball loved me more than anything else on Earth, human or
animal, has ever loved me. I wish he were here again, underfoot,
seeking his human Dad's love and affection.
I let you down, Butterball. I failed to make the right decision. I
hope there is a Rainbow Bridge where we will meet again, where you
can forgive me. I can never forgive myself.
Here is my favorite photo of you, my beautiful boy -- Butterball
on 20 April 2018, your 13th birthday.
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