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PET LOSS ~ TRACKS IN THE SAND

"The tracks are gone but not forgotten!"

"God takes each pet and places them on the lap of an angel."

Pet Loss ~ Tracks in the Sand

• My Tibba -- Mary, 20:58:46 07/06/02 Sat
  I lost my dog of 17 years today and although he lived such a wonderfully full life, I can't believe how much I miss him. As much as I was prepared for this moment, it was still so very sudden and painful. I just want to see him and kiss him one more time. May God keep him and love him as much as I do.
  Bye my little Tibba...
  

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  • Re: My Tibba -- Pat and Steve, 17:48:05 07/14/02 Sun

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• DOG PASSING HURTS -- FLO, 19:26:32 07/13/02 Sat
  I HAD MY PRINCES 12 YEARS SHE HAS BEEN THROUGH THE DEATH OF MY 2 PARENTS THE BIRTH OF MY 3 CHILDREN MY MARRIAGE; SHE WAS MY ANGEL. A BEAUTIFUL FEMALE GERMAN SHEPARD. SHE HAD 10 PUPPIES ALL SURVIVED. SHE WAS HARD TO LOSE I MISS HER SO MUCH MY HUSBAND CRIED LIKE A BABY WHEN WE HAD TO PUT HER DOWN. WE WILL NEVER FORGET HER.
  

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• My good Friend Fluffy -- William Orrach, 15:07:01 06/20/02 Thu
  After a long and valiant battle, my Fluffy succumbed to cancer last week. I have been beside myself with grief. She had been my constant companion for 18 years. I awake & expext to find her on the bed. I expext to hear the pitter patter of her feet on the kitchen floor. All is silent. I don't know what to do. I'm so very depressed. Can any of you help me? I could use a little propping up.
  
  William
  

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  • Re: My good Friend Fluffy -- Dave & Sharon, 23:09:56 06/20/02 Thu
  • Re: My good Friend Fluffy -- Pat and Steve, 17:10:14 06/23/02 Sun
  • Re: My good Friend Fluffy -- Lorraine Cochrane, 08:36:59 06/25/02 Tue
  • Re: My good Friend Fluffy -- June, 00:14:27 07/13/02 Sat

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• Now on sale puppies of Bobtail -- Natasha, 03:26:41 07/12/02 Fri
  Now on sale puppies of Bobtail(old english sheep dog) Mother - Ayweilin (Russian and Lithuanian champion)- Export pedigree RKF0000926. Father - Dalon (Champion of Russia and Belarus)- pedigree RKF0001439 Show-class puppies,grafted and branded. Imbreeding 4/3 on twice champion of Germany. OLLY V.D. BLUES BOBS - age is 2 months old. Price is $500 US. All confirmation documents are presented upon request. The meeting in Poland is possible.
  +7 (0112) 45-30-77,
  +7 (0112) 32-12-56 (speak Englisn),
  Sommera 28-15, Kaliningrad, RUSSIA, 236040.
  

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  • Re: Now on sale puppies of Bobtail -- June, 23:58:15 07/12/02 Fri

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• Baby Bird Angel -- momma bird amber, 15:33:33 07/04/02 Thu
  Good bye Baby Bird, I'll miss you forever. You were my sweet friend, and I am so sorry I was not there to protect you. Me and Buba Bird will never be the same. I pray to god to keep you safe. see you in heaven.
  
  your momma bird
  and Buba Bird too.
  

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  • Re: Baby Bird Angel -- Pat and Steve, 18:02:37 07/06/02 Sat

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• Good-bye my sweet prince. -- Lisa & Chinchilla, 17:31:48 06/29/02 Sat
  Dracula;
  Like me, the sky is on the verge of tears again.
  It’s been 24 hours since I last saw you. I think of you and smile as I picture you trying on your little white wings. I know you’d look adorable in them, with your mask and cape, and tuxedo shirt.
  I pray someone is looking after you, because I know this is your first time on your own. Though it hurts to lose you, I was pleased to know you were standing in line with one of the greatest rock musicians of our time. I know he can’t resist you when you talk of the times mom made you listen to Quadrophenia. Like anyone who’s met you, I know you will be forever loved. How could anyone resist my little rock n roll baby.
  Chinchilla and I miss you dearly. I don’t think either of us know quite what to do now. I look around the house we shared, and can’t get further than picking up your toys. The jars of baby food, and half open cat food cans still line the counters, yet I can’t seem to go near them.
  
  Yes, the sky is crying now, just as it had Thursday when we left you for the last time. How comforting.
  
  We will try and stop the hurt we feel, knowing you are at peace. I love you, Chinchilla loves you, and we look forward to you being the first thing we see waiting for us, when the time comes. Take care of you my little honey bunny. We were truly blessed knowing you.
  Elephant shoes!
  Mom, and Chilla.
  
  Dracula came to me in August of 1988. Your mom (My sisters cat) was a sweet little thing who blessed me with the most wonderful gift imaginable. The little smidgen of life that was to be my heart. I devoted my life to caring for you the moment I saw you. My then blue-eyed wondercat, so tiny, so sweet. You chose me just as much as I chose you. Chinchilla happened along in your first week of life. A teenie lost soul sitting on a speedbump on a Saturday night. We brought her in to Inkiny (your mom) and despite initial protests, she was taken in beside you. You were friends instantly. When I saw the kinship between you, I committed to you both. The three us , unwitting musketeers on the road to a wonderful, joyous life.
  
  My Dracula. For every new apartment we had, you stood sentinel at the front door, just absolutely convinced the peephole was a bug. Leaping up every so often to try and capture the offensive thing. Realizing finally that bad ol’ peephole would never be yours, you set out to capture any unsuspecting fly that dared enter our domain. You were so good at it too. I never saw a better “bugger”. Ya, other cats are mousers... but your passion was bugs. Florida was a real treat for you. Bigger faster bugs. The palmetto bugs and roaches were your passion. In pompano you stood guard at the little hole under the front door every night. and every morning mom was treated to another flipped over, legs in the air, breathless critter thanks to you.
  
  Your favorite games were being whizzed around the air in a shopping bag til you were dizzy. afterwards you’d attack the bag until it finally succumb to your masterful skids across the room. You didn’t need no stinkin’ skateboard! you could slide with the best of ‘em, just a bag, and a slippery floor, that’s all you needed. At night it was time to hop on mom’s shoulders and inspect every inch of the house for the possibility of bugs. Were there any in the light fixture? on top of the door jambs? in the corners of the ceilings? We didn’t know, but we always inspected them “just to be certain”. Or maybe you just wanted to ride around on top of mom’s head. Whatever it was, we both knew the drill.
  
  Then that cat races.. You and Chilla, racing and tackling each other like it was superbowl Sunday. All the way to the end, you both never seemed to know you weren’t kittens anymore. Every apartment Mom got, (and there have been many) the first thing she’d look for was a nice long room for the races to continue.
  
  For years the three of us moved from room to room together in tandem. If mom was watching TV, you decided you wanted to watch TV too. resting on mom’s legs until the fell asleep from the weight. If Mom was reading a book, you would be there to turn the pages....or not turn the pages when you got bored. The Sunday paper was of course one of your favorites. No maybe you could *read* them, but they were sure comfortable to nap on every time mom wanted to turn the page. Or better yet, they slid across the floor Almost as good as the flying bags!
  You liked to help me write letters too didn’t you? Every so often telling me exactly *how* to hold the pen, and graciously showing me how to make long lines on the page, by batting it as it moved back and forth.
  
  Showering was of particular interest. Somehow you felt it was your duty to stand watch when mom was in the shower. and often you’d protect me from the water droplets that raced down the curtain. Your shadow between the curtains played like Alfred Hitchcock, The outline of a playful loving cat. and the best part was the way you loved to snuggle a squeaky clean mom, just out of the shower. How much you loved being cuddled and kissed in moms towel. That never changed. Even when you got sick, you still wanted the hugs right out of the shower. And Mom loved to hug you.
  
  A few days ago, I saw you in the bathtub. I joined you, and we sat talking a while, as we always had, curtains drawn, just you and me. The odd bonds between us. But just like sitting under the covers together, for a few moments it was just us. The places we feel most close. The same moments Mom will never forget.
  
  Mom wants to thank you for all the smushies, and head butts you’ve given her. They say cats are supposed to outgrow the smushies as they grow up. But you were never ashamed to paw at mom. every night, you’d come and join me, and smush til you were certain this spot you were going to lay was just right. and you knew as soon as you got comfortable you were going to get a belly rub. You knew mom couldn’t resist that big black circle right in the middle of your white tummy. and you LOVED belly rubs, You sure as heck did! Nothing was better in your book, than lying on your back and saying c’mon mom, belly-rub time. Unless of course she was going to brush you. You loved that just as much or more.
  
  Mom never understood what it was about straws that captured your attention. Sure she bought you all the toys she could think of to keep you playing. Yet the straws were always your favorite. It didn’t matter that you had a whole stockpile of them in the corner. Every now and then you’d take one out and give it a whirl, Yet the ones you absolutely HAD to have, were the ones mom was using! Mom would actually have to hold her glass over her head in order to drink from it. She’d tempt you with one of the many you already had, but they simply were not the same as the one mom was USING!! Sometimes she would have to give in ‘cause you were being too damn cute. You’d grab it and run away, to an undisclosed location, and bat it around until it was no fun anymore.
  
  Mom has always loved coming home to you both. You greeted me every day at the front door to tell me you missed me, and I had been gone too long. On the rare weekends away, was the exception. While Chilla was in the window dancing, You would sulk at me. Actually getting mad at me for not being home for a few days. I got used to the fact that in a short time you’d not be mad any more. and come back with the kisses.
  
  In Venice was were I learned just how remarkably smart you were. Not much for air conditioning, mom would leave the front door open. You know you were forbidden to go outside. So you sat in the doorway, and were content to watch the world. Then I noticed how every day, you would lean a little farther out the door. One day it was a paw over the doorjamb, pulling it back when mom said “Drrracula?” The next daring to have both paws and chest past the line..again mom would say...”Drrraculla??” For years we kept on this way. Finally in Texas, I started looking the other way a little when I’d see you half inside and half outside the door. They say cat’s are not trainable.. Yet, somehow you knew you were only allowed so far in the yard before mom had enough.
  
  When we moved for the last time back to Florida two years ago, Mom was feeling guilty about you not being to adventure outside without her worrying. So she took an apartment with a big back yard, just for you. The first few months we watched to see what you would do. When she finally realized that you never went far, and came inside when she called you, we began the tradition of mom rushing home to let Dracula outside. Suddenly every day, you’d greet me at the door, and then I’d watch as the little black butt with the question mark, curliQ tail, would race off to the back door. Freedom was yours. Mom felt great knowing you would never stray too far, and didn’t even have to keep tabs on you. It was always best when Mom and Chinchilla came out to join you. When we didn’t, you’d bring the outdoors to us! ...in the form of lizards, snakes, bugs, frogs, or whatever gifts you could manage, much to mom’s scolding. Finding a snake in Mom’s bedroom was not the most wonderful present you’ve ever given her. But even moms know, it’s the thought that counts
  
  Christmas was special. Every year, mom got a new tree for you both. You loved to help with the Christmas lights mom would untangle them, you’d tangle IN them, Every year we turned out the lights, lit the candles, and decorated the tree together. Chinchilla found her favorite spot underneath, and laid back and looked up. You admired it always from mom’s lap. for every ornament that came out of the box, You’d take it’s place.
  
  Three weeks ago, Mom was working on the computer. She had a special chair set up just for you. Because when mom works on the computer, Dracula you always wanted to help. Though the door outside was open, you kept coming back inside to sit on moms lap, head bowed, wanting kisses. Mom obliged, she loved to kiss you right on the top of the head while you sat. Yet this day, June 7th 2002, it was hot, and she was trying to get some work done. Mom kept telling you “Dracula, C’mon, stop honey, it’s too hot” and placing you back on your chair right next to her. Though she noticed a day or two before, you were getting “skinnier” she thought it was because it was getting hot outside. She also noticed that the bag of food must not be your favorite, as we had yet to go through a bag a week as was the norm. She even made it a point to make sure she got the usual brand this day. Finally, as you were sitting there, and mom was kissing you, alarm began to take over as it seemed, you shouldn’t be getting so thin. I brought you into the doctor the next day. I finally noticed you had stopped eating.
  
  I don’t know how long you tried to tell me. I think it was a while. That day, on the 7th, was the last time you came to me for kisses. I regret those words so much now. By the 10th I was scared and I noticed I was losing you. You seemed so far away. I brought you back on the 13th to the hospital because you began to get dehydrated. From there it was test after test, needle after needle. It hurt me to see you going through this, but it hurt me more to think you were dying. Most of the weekend you just layed around, eyes wide, and blank. Yet when it was time to go outside, you perked right up. Monday morning, I made another appoint right away first thing. It wasn’t until this visit, that someone told me what should have been most obvious... If you are not eating, I need to *feed* you. Four total veterinarians, all saying “he’s old” not ONE tells me I need to force feed you! You were NOT OLD! you were 13!!!!! That Monday on, I fed you three times a day, while the vet dragged their heels scratching their heads, proclaiming “wait and see.”
  You wanted to eat, yet somehow couldn’t, but were fine when mom fed you. I asked the vet, “How much does he need” yet, the vet had no time to talk, or was having a day off. or was gone on vacation, or buying a new place. Never really telling me what I needed to do for you.
  
  You seemed to be getting better with the food and water mom was giving you. You no longer got dehydrated, and seemed to be gaining a little weight. I watched as you tried to eat, but couldn’t manage. I really thought we were on the road to recovery.
  
  Saturday night, just as I was getting ready to brush my teeth, I heard you in the other bedroom, (your new escape) whining?! Crying?, I don’t know what to call it. It scared me, I gave you more food, and more water. I began to realize I may not be giving you enough. You seemed to get better. I slept with you in that room that night. I knew it made you feel better, and you woke me from a very light sleep trying to get close to me. That morning you seemed fine. I fed you easily, and more than before. You liked the baby food, and Liver Pate’ mom gave you. But still couldn't do it on your own. By Monday the 24th, I brought you back in, and again, the doctor was too busy to talk to me. They gave you fluids, and we went back home. Every day you seemed like it was going to be ok, and every night I sat up with you ‘til all hours of the morning trying to figure out what to do. I was helpless. Tuesday and Wednesday we were ok. Chinchilla finally began to notice something was happening. She came to you a few times Tuesday, and kissed you. Wednesday, we went outside again, as you were gaining strength.
  
  An hour after I brought you inside, you were crying in the bedroom again. At 2.am. I cried and paced, and decided you can't hurt any more. I brought you into the living room, and we sat. I couldn’t bring you to the horrible place we went to when the regular doctor was closed. I couldn’t have you die there.
  We went outside for hours, and watched as the full moon crept across the sky. Outside nothing bothered you. You were my happy-go-lucky little boy. But I also saw that it was getting hard for you to walk. At around 5 a.m., we came inside, and sat and listened to music. all three of us, trying to come to grips as to what morning was going to bring. sometime around 7 we all fell asleep. when I awoke at 9:30, I called and made your appointment. Only to find out your doctor was “no longer there, she bought a new place.” This decision was hard enough, only made harder by a selfish person who did not have time for you.
  
  I looked at you as you peered up at me with your goofy grin, that greeted me every morning. You purred loudly as I gave you your pedialyte, and brushed you. I watched as you went to the water bowl to try to drink on your own. It broke my heart that I made the decision last night, and had no one to talk to about it. Was it right, was it wrong. No one ever said what was wrong with you. But your whimpers echoed in my head from the night before. We both spent the morning outside, saying good-bye. I took some pictures as the stupidest things began going through my mind...like “I don’t have any of him outside” You unlike chinchilla never really liked your photograph taken. But you really looked so beautiful out there. To one who did not know you, they’d never know you were even sick!
  
  Thursday June 27th, Chinchilla and I brought you to the doctor for the last time. Many times sitting there, I had the urge to run right away. I had plenty of time to think about was I right, was I wrong. The new doctor would finally see us now.
  at 1:30, We said good-bye to you. My sweet little one. It was so hard to watch you go. I did not want to leave you. But you slept, and you weren’t crying anymore. As Chilla and I went to the car, the sky opened up and cried with us.
  We both wander from room to room now, neither of us really know what to do. I don’t remember a time you were not with me. And Chinchilla has NEVER been without you with her.
  Wear your white wings proudly my little man! We’re both looking forward to seeing you again.
  I love you Drac, always.
  

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  • Re: Good-bye my sweet prince. -- Colleen, 12:23:03 07/02/02 Tue
  • Re: Good-bye my sweet prince. -- Abigail, 16:23:22 07/02/02 Tue
  • Re: Good-bye my sweet prince. -- Pat and Steve, 19:49:50 07/03/02 Wed

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• Barron (Bear) -- Annette, 16:57:37 06/29/02 Sat
  Barron,
  What can I say. You are and will always be my best friend.
  You will be missed by myself and your brothers Buster & Tee.
  June 23 2002 will be the saddest day of my life, I will miss you always. You were the best, everyone who came in contact with you was effective by you.
  I love you my sweet Bear you are my angel.
  Love Annett, Tito, Buster & Tee
  

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  • Re: Barron (Bear) -- Pat and Steve, 19:29:54 07/03/02 Wed

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• Pet loss chat room - please talk with me there -- No name, 21:37:32 06/27/02 Thu
  "A year, not quite, almost.
  
  It hurts the most at night.
  
  The time when chasing tails
  And climbing chairs,
  And chewing little pieces
  That must be hard as nails
  But were most enjoyed
  As food.
  
  The crunch.
  Oh, where the crunch
  That gave so much joy
  To you and me.
  
  Where are you now
  My little one?
  
  I dream sometimes
  You once again
  Crawled on my lap
  And went to sleep.
  
  And went to sleep.
  
  I'm crying now.
  
  Can you tell?
  
  I miss you so.
  
  Life is hell
  
  Without you.
  
  I love you more than...."
  
  There is a pet loss chat room at http://memorials4pets.cjb.net. Please join me there. I need someone to talk with.
  

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  • Re: Pet loss chat room - please talk with me there -- Pat and Steve, 10:34:57 06/30/02 Sun

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• Pet Miracle -- Sharon Green, 09:12:29 06/28/02 Fri
  PET MIRACLE
  
  God says that the sparrow doesn’t fall without His presence...but the sparrows do fall. My daughter, Tiffany, had a cat that had kittens, 2 females and a male. She had gotten all the cats neutered except for the young male, Cooter. With 5 children, she had temporarily run out of funds. One day the old Tom father cat came to their house and chased Cooter away. The kids prayed and watched and hunted for their young lost cat. After a diligent and futile search for a month and a half, Tiffany was certain the cat was dead and told the kids that sometimes male cats go off to find a new home. They prayed every day that God would keep him safe and bring him back to them or to a place where he would be loved and cared for. One morning I got a call from the vet clinic where I bring my dog. The vet told me that ‘he’ would be fine and was just dehydrated. When I told her that I had no idea what she was talking about, she said, “Aren’t you Sharon Green that brought a stray cat into the clinic this morning?” I said I was Sharon Green but that I hadn’t been to the clinic. She apologized that the office must have gotten the wrong number from their files. It would be an incredible co incidence, but the kids had been praying.... so I asked her about the stray. It was a young un neutered all black, long haired male about a year old that had been living in the woods for a month behind this girl’s house. Her name was also Sharon Greene, but a 16 year old girl in Winthrop, from a town about 10 miles away. We went to see if it was our Cooter. There he was but he was much skinnier and weak and ragged! After I talked to the kids about the possibility of bringing him back to a place where he would be chased again and in his condition, possibly killed, they tearfully decided to give him up to his new home where he would be safe and loved. It was the hardest for Benjamin, since it was his cat, but he wanted Cooter to be safe.
  
  A few days later, while swimming in the lake across from their house, Ben found a baby yellow eared turtle the size of a quarter. If you know small boys and little green things you’ll understand that he was thrilled. He and I went up to his house and within a few minutes had fixed an old fish tank into a lovely turtle home. Ben thought he should name him Happy so no matter what happened to him, the turtle would always be happy! As we walked back to where the kids were swimming, he asked me if I thought this was another pet miracle and that God had given him another pet to replace his kitten he had given away. I told him that finding a turtle at a lake was hardly a miracle but that in all his 8 years of swimming there, they had never seen a baby turtle before and the only time I had ever seen such a small turtle was 6 years ago across the lake when I found a tiny snapper turtle, so maybe it could be a miracle. He brightened and said , ” So can He give me another turtle so Happy won’t be lonely?” I told him that they had never found a baby turtle before and it had been 6 years since I saw one, so finding another one would be rare, or even take a miracle. Then I thought that maybe there would be some more that had hatched from the same nest and we could look. When we got to the lake, I was delighted to immediately see a tiny turtle swimming in the same spot where Ben had picked Happy out of the water. When I picked it up though, I did a double take...it was not just another hatchling from the same nest but a little snapper exactly like the one I had seen 6 years ago. Some people would discount all the events as co incidence, but we know God was teaching the kids a special lesson about His care for them and one that they will never forget.
  

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  • Re: Pet Miracle -- Pat and Steve, 10:15:03 06/30/02 Sun

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• I miss you, My Bestfriend, Child, Snuggle Buddy, Couch Potato Pup! -- Lori De Falco, 08:02:29 06/23/02 Sun
  CENTER>Sugar
  April 21, 1989 - June 21, 2002
  I know I didn't get to say good-bye. I saw you age so quickly this past month. I thought we had more time. My heart is breaking, I am so lost without you. You have been my very best friend since the moment I saw you when I was 15 years old. You where always there, for the sad and the happy times. If I didn't have you, I wouldn't of made it. The love that you have given me through the years, will last with me forever. When we meet again, my beautiful white german shephard our love will grow ever stronger, for we will never be apart ever again. I sit here, crying, wanting you to be laying next to me right now in bed. Watching TV with me after we put our children to bed. I am going to miss our talks late at night, the good and the bad day ones. I'm going to miss tripping over you in the kitchen when I am cooking. I don't want to leave the house, because I know when I come home, you won't be there waiting for me at the door like you always have. I don't want to sleep, cause I know you won't be next to me or the girls when we wake up. They miss you too. So does your Daddy. I wish I could be with you right now. The amount of pain that I am feeling is so great. I close my eyes and all I see is you. I think of something and its always you. I take your collar with me whenever I walk around the house even. I don't know what to do. You will always be my baby. God, please take care of her and help her find my grandpap. I know he will love and take care of her, until I can come and join her. One more thing Sugar...please don't wait for me at the gates. You will know when I am coming. Go then. Have fun now. Run and play like you used to. There's nothing to be scared of anymore. Your safe. I LOVE YOU!
  God Bless you, my child.
  Mommy will always remember you!
  

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  • Re: I miss you, My Bestfriend, Child, Snuggle Buddy, Couch Potato Pup! -- dave & sharon, 23:21:38 06/23/02 Sun
  • Re: I miss you, My Bestfriend, Child, Snuggle Buddy, Couch Potato Pup! -- Pat and Steve, 20:58:18 06/25/02 Tue

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  death of my beloved cat -- Meow, 11:51:17 06/24/02 Mon
  My meowlie died last month...he was my best friend and I miss him more than I could have imagined...he was a beautiful guy and a very giving soul...he was 16 yrs old but never acted old even up to days before he died...I love you forever DEE.
  

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  • Re: death of my beloved cat -- Pat and Steve, 20:46:16 06/25/02 Tue

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  Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Lorraine, 19:40:57 05/31/02 Fri
  It has been over a month now since we lost our beloved and precious Jenny, our black lab. I thought time would make it easier to bear, but I still miss her terribly. I cry easily and can't seem to get over it. I'm wondering if something is wrong with me!
  When I try to sleep at nights, I think of every part of her body, how she looked, felt and smelled. I don't ever want to forget her. When I wake, I think it's time for her potty break and breakfast, but she's not there. When I see the bay, the stream, the field and forest where we used to wander and explore, I feel incredibly sad.
  I am so very thankful for this website where sharing and reading about others who have loved their fur-children makes me feel a bit better. I don't feel as alone.
  I know the loss won't feel as acute in time. I know also I cannot live without another canine companion, she taught me that. But somehow, I just can't seem to bring myself to do it just yet.
  Thanks for letting me share. Lorraine
  

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  • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Dave & Sharon Mullin, 23:29:09 05/31/02 Fri
    • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Lorraine, 15:21:54 06/01/02 Sat
      • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Dave & Sharon, 21:22:12 06/03/02 Mon
        • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Lorraine Cochrane, 17:43:45 06/04/02 Tue
          • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- dave & sharon, 23:36:26 06/23/02 Sun
    • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- heidi, 19:54:00 06/05/02 Wed
      • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Dave & Sharon Mullin, 23:45:50 06/05/02 Wed
        • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Lorraine, 12:45:54 06/06/02 Thu
  • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Pat and Steve, 21:05:38 06/06/02 Thu
  • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Russ, 10:18:41 06/13/02 Thu
    • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Lorraine, 08:50:09 06/16/02 Sun
  • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Judy, 04:29:48 06/15/02 Sat
    • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Lorraine, 09:02:09 06/16/02 Sun
  • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Cathy, 22:58:03 06/24/02 Mon
    • Re: Will the Pain Never Stop? -- Lorraine Cochrane, 08:47:25 06/25/02 Tue

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  my cat got hit by a car yesterday -- heidi, 18:38:11 04/29/02 Mon
  my eyes are so sore from crying. It was a horrible horrible experience watching him suffer as he died in the street with the cars passing by. I will have nightmares forever. But so much worse is today - I keep wondering where he is and then I catch myself. I only had him for a year and a half. I found him on a construction site when he was a kitten. I loved to go for walks with him. There are so many things he saw me through and so many times he made me laugh. I really have lost my best friend. I can't tell you how comforting it was to see him curled on the couch snoozing - he was just a cozy quiet cat. He was the only cat I ever called my boy. I know that this is part of the grieving process but I am so sad I shake at times. People have been so nice, but I miss you so much Jocko. I wish yesterday never happened.
  

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  • Re: my cat got hit by a car yesterday -- Jennifer Smith, 17:06:36 04/30/02 Tue
  • Re: my cat got hit by a car yesterday -- Jennifer Smith, 17:08:46 04/30/02 Tue
    • Thanks for the thought -- Heidi, 16:59:49 05/04/02 Sat
  • Re: my cat got hit by a car yesterday -- Fred, 20:02:02 06/23/02 Sun

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  Ming My Beloved cat -- Yvonne Connor, 15:07:04 06/18/02 Tue
  I want to thank everyone,that sent me a message about losing my cat Ming.Only people who really love their animals
  like we do can understand the pain,we go thro. some people think that I am silly to miss a cat,but he was very special to me,as I had him since he was six weeks old.
  Thank you all so very much, and in time our sadness will go away,but they will alwys be in our hearts.
  

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  • Re: Ming My Beloved cat -- Dave & Sharon, 23:27:36 06/19/02 Wed

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  To my beloved cat Chilli -- Stacey, 00:19:03 06/13/02 Thu
  I can't stop crying. I woke up today to find my beautiful grey cat dead, stretched out in his favorite hiding place underneath the bed. He was just a baby, barely a year old. I knew something was wrong with him, he hadn't been himself for a few days - hardly eating, hiding under the bed all day, walking kind of funny, diarrhea, etc. It didn't seem too serious and I had so many other things going on - my own illness/doctor visits, court appearances, job hunting. I called the vet the night before to make an appointment for this morning but he just didn't make it. I was running around getting ready to take him there and called for him. I looked under the bed and there he was. I thumped on the ground with no response, finally I reached in to grab him and he was stiff as a board. I hope he died in peace but I am sure there must have been so much pain. I feel so sad and guilty because he was really all I had left. My husband left me, I lost my job, and most recently found out that I have lupus and uterine cancer. It didn't matter to Chilli though, he loved me just the same. He would cuddle up next to me or on top of me. It just makes me ache inside that I won't experience that again. I don't even have any pictures. I just wish I could have shown him how I felt. My other cat Boo, his brother from the same litter, seems kind of lost without him too. He runs around the house cooing, it almost sounds like he is crying. A friend told me to expect him to die too. I just can't bear the thought of it. Anyway, wherever my beloved Chilli is - I just want to say I love you and I'm sorry.
  
  Stacey
  

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  • Re: To my beloved cat Chilli -- Pat and Steve, 18:15:49 06/13/02 Thu
  • Re: To my beloved cat Chilli -- Dave & Sharon, 23:28:05 06/15/02 Sat
  • Re: To my beloved cat Chilli -- Robert K., 13:58:56 06/19/02 Wed

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  Laddie - A year later...... -- Cristine, 18:22:27 06/17/02 Mon
  
  How fast a year goes by....
  
  It was just one year ago when I last pet your sweet face.
  It was just 365 days ago when you looked deep into my eyes.
  A year ago when I felt your fur brush against my leg.
  A year ago when I felt your breath against my face in the morning.
  Twelve months have passed since I've heard your voice.
  It's been too long since I've played fetch with you.
  
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  Laddie, sweet Laddie.
  How I miss you.
  
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  Heaven took you after just 7 short years with me.
  
  I know you didn't want to go.
  
  Watch over us while you wait at the bridge.
  
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  Did you see the balloons we sent up to the heavens yesterday honey?
  Did you read all the prayers and wishes we wrote on them for you?
  
  Do you miss us as much as we miss you?
  
  
  Oh how fast a year rolls by.....
  
  I will miss you forever, my baby boy....
  
  
  Mommy, Daddy, Daisy Mae
  
  
  X O X O X O X O X O
  

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  Loss of My Best Buddy! -- Marcie Gilman, 18:02:02 06/17/02 Mon
  Dear Domino,
  
  I just want to thank you for making my life so wonderful! You made everything such a pleasure..always happy and entertaining. Please wait for me in Heaven! Mommie misses you so very, very much!
  
  Love,
  Mommie Marcie
  

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  MING MY BELOVED CAT -- YVONNE CONNOR, 13:51:26 05/08/02 Wed
  I had Ming for 18 wonderful years,I had to put him to sleep.
  on sunday May 6th.It was the hardest thing in my life to do.
  the last 2 weeks of his life he suffered kidney failure.
  He was so brave to the end, the vet. said that he hung on to his life so much,because he was so attached to me,that he didn't want to leave me.I buried him in the backyard.
  He is near the robbins singing that he loved,and there is lot's of sunshine there,as he loved to sit in the sun.
  I miss him meeting me in the morning,when I would get up for work.And coming home to him at night.
  He was the most gentle,good natured cat,you could have.
  He loved to eat pound cake,and strawberry milkshakes from the the ice cream truck. That came around our street everynight.I feel like I have lost my best friend.
  I have cried,for day's since I had to put him down.But I know in my heart I did the right thing,as he is no longer in pain.
  

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  • Re: MING MY BELOVED CAT -- LC, 19:07:24 05/08/02 Wed
  • Re: MING MY BELOVED CAT -- ruko, 16:35:13 05/11/02 Sat
  • Re: MING MY BELOVED CAT -- Abigial, 11:21:17 05/12/02 Sun
    • Re: MING MY BELOVED CAT -- Yvonne Connor, 15:18:23 06/18/02 Tue

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  I love you Sylvester -- Alexis, 20:22:01 06/13/02 Thu
  Sylvester was MY cat. Not the family's, but mine. He loved me I could tell. At the moment I am 11. When I first got Sylvester my mom brought him home from her work. He was part of a litter of nine. They were in the basement of the nursing home where my mom worked and 7 of them were put to sleep already. My mom wanted to get me one but her friend took the two. My mom was angry but heard a whimper. It was my soon to be cat hidden under the stair case. He was so beautiful. My mom took home a box that day and I wondered what was inside it untill I heard a "meow". I was so excited! That night I made sure I got the cat to sleep in my room that night. He was in his little box with food water and an opening. I was in my bed. As SOON as I got in my bed, Sylvester cried. That night I slept on the floor in my sleeping bag. Soon my step dad made Sylvester an outside cat. He was the WORLD to me! He'd cuddle in my lap day after day for hours. I'd sit outside and he'd sit in my lap as I covered him with my arms to keep him dry in the rain. One day while I was home I didn't see him. Outside I started calling his name untill my mom came out crying. At that moment I knew I would never see Sylvester again. He was hit by a car, and crushed. My step dad saw him in the road and burried him but didn't tell me untill he felt it was time for me to know. I never even got to say I love you that morning bcuz I didn't know where he was. I hope you are happy Sylvester.....and I miss you and will ALWAYS love you!
  

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  • Re: I love you Sylvester -- Pat and Steve, 21:39:33 06/15/02 Sat
  • Re: I love you Sylvester -- Dave & Sharon, 23:20:16 06/15/02 Sat

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  My Precious Pound Puppy -- Nancy, 22:30:07 06/13/02 Thu
  15 1/2 years ago you were my first Christmas gift from my husband. There hasn't been a single event in our marriage that you weren't a part of. 2 years ago, my little dog, the vet said you were diabetic. Dad & I knew we were committed to your care. Yes, we had the choice then, the vet gave us that option. But you were our little boy and the shots 2 times a day, the special diet, watching your sugar levels, all the extra care was because we loved you so much. I woke up last Saturday morning 6-8-02, and I found you very very ill. We knew we had to let you go, it was time. TJ, thank you for the extra two years you gave us, I know you had some tough days and the shots, you tolerated well. But the gift of time you gave to me will never be forgotten. I love you so much my little pound puppy, I hope you had a happy life. I will miss you forever.
  
  We planted a rose in our garden today.
  God gave him to us to love.
  
  He was so sweet, our lives complete,
  But now he has gone away.
  
  In our mind, we see him as he used to be.
  So young, so sweet, so peppy was he.
  
  Thank you, Lord for the beautiful things you place in our lives. And help us to give back to you that which was yours already.
  

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  • Re: My Precious Pound Puppy -- Pat and Steve, 21:52:31 06/15/02 Sat
  • Re: My Precious Pound Puppy -- Dave & Sharon, 23:14:35 06/15/02 Sat

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  You were OUR SUNSHINE! -- MARY, 22:42:33 06/14/02 Fri
  the day i met you, was christmas, 1997. sure, it seems like a while ago, but i still weap to know u and i are appart. ur name tells it all. Sunshine. u were the first bird my family had ever had, and we cherrished u. we gave u treats every sunday, cleaned and bathed u often, and tried to to show u as much unconditional love as we could. every day, u brought joy, happyness, and SUNSHINE into our lives. the day u died, u were only two and i never got to say goodbye. i was over at my friends house spending the night, but to this day, let me tell u that we're not the 'friends' we used to be. my sister still blames herself for killing u, although u only died right in her hands, for a reason still unknown to this day. we loved and still love you, and i am sorry u weren't to fond of me. we burried you right outside our house, so we'd all remember you, and i still think of you, even though it has been 3 years since ur death. if i had known this would had happened to you, i would have been there for you when i know u needed me the most, and would have been nicer to you. Sunshine, i miss you and i will never forget how u changed my life in words unexplainable...i love you Sunshine Puteunia! i hope ur wings have taken u to a very happy place!
  

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  You were OUR SUNSHINE! -- MARY, 22:44:47 06/14/02 Fri
  the day i met you, was christmas, 1997. sure, it seems like a while ago, but i still weap to know u and i are appart. ur name tells it all. Sunshine. u were the first bird my family had ever had, and we cherrished u. we gave u treats every sunday, cleaned and bathed u often, and tried to to show u as much unconditional love as we could. every day, u brought joy, happyness, and SUNSHINE into our lives. the day u died, u were only two and i never got to say goodbye. i was over at my friends house spending the night, but to this day, let me tell u that we're not the 'friends' we used to be. my sister still blames herself for killing u, although u only died right in her hands, for a reason still unknown to this day. we loved and still love you, and i am sorry u weren't to fond of me. we burried you right outside our house, so we'd all remember you, and i still think of you, even though it has been 3 years since ur death. if i had known this would had happened to you, i would have been there for you when i know u needed me the most, and would have been nicer to you. Sunshine, i miss you and i will never forget how u changed my life in words unexplainable...i love you Sunshine Puteunia! i hope ur wings have taken u to a very happy place!
  

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  I am angry thru my tears -- Lora, 23:04:23 05/13/02 Mon
  My best friend died this evening, no I should say he was murdered...my beloved 10 lb Italian Greyhound was pulled thru my fence by 3 pit bulls and mauled to death before me. I felt so helpless and they shook him, I could not get over the fence to save him. He looked into my eyes as if to say "help me". I am angry, I am hurt and most of all grieving. He was my boy...
  

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  • Re: I am angry thru my tears -- miri's mom, 02:42:45 05/14/02 Tue
  • Re: I am angry thru my tears -- Jenny's Mom, 19:48:16 05/14/02 Tue
  • Re: I am angry thru my tears -- Pat and Steve, 20:36:42 05/19/02 Sun
  • Re: I am angry thru my tears -- No name, 11:55:18 06/14/02 Fri

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  She said "I Love you "and meant it -- Victoria, 15:49:52 06/10/02 Mon
  My husband and I are just 13 days into the loss of our little Annie. Even though I always knew this would hurt, it is much worse than I couldn have imagined. The outpouring from our freinds that knew the littel talking dog helps so much. She was a 13 year old Maltese mix. We got her in SF when she was only 4 months. We were newly married. She would sort of Talk to me as I drank my morning coffe, and within minutes was asying "I Love you" so clearly that it frightened some people. She was nothing but pure joy for 13 years.
  
  We had shipped her from NY to SF for Thyroid Cnacer treatment, which went extremely well. The tumor was gone, and she was to fly home to her mommie and daddy that very day, when she developed internal bleeding and died 3 days later.
  Our grief is improving everyday, but is still terrible. We are having a memorial service this weekend.
  
  I want to have 2 dogs next time.
  I wish I could post picture of her.
  
  I will write again later.
  
  Thanks for listening
  

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  • Lyrics 1000 Miles -- Victoria, 16:00:48 06/10/02 Mon
  • Re: She said "I Love you "and meant it -- Lisa Staples, 15:16:46 06/11/02 Tue
    • Re: Maltipoo -- Victoria, 12:26:18 06/13/02 Thu
  • Re: She said "I Love you "and meant it -- Pat and Steve, 20:09:41 06/12/02 Wed

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  Our Beloved Jonathan -- Dave & Sharon Mullin, 18:43:22 05/31/02 Fri
  Yesterday we lost our beloved 13 year old cocker spaniel, Jonathan. He was the world to us and now the tears keep coming and coming - the hurt is almost unbearable. Our whole lives revolved around him and now our hearts are so empty. I decided to try to find something on the internet to help us and am so greatful I stumbled on to this website and take some comfort knowing there are so many people out there who are also in the same kind of pain we are. Thank you for letting me put my feelings into words.
  

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  • Re: Our Beloved Jonathan -- Lorraine Cochrane, 15:07:29 06/03/02 Mon
  • Re: Our Beloved Jonathan -- Pat and Steve, 20:58:13 06/06/02 Thu
  • Re: Our Beloved Jonathan -- Kathryn, 13:42:26 06/11/02 Tue
    • Re: Our Beloved Jonathan -- Dave & Sharon Mullin, 23:36:19 06/12/02 Wed

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  Our Beloved Jonathan -- Dave & Sharon Mullin, 23:35:02 06/06/02 Thu
  Dear Pat & Steve: Words cannot express our appreciation for your thoughtful response. It is so comforting to know that there are people our there who care and take the time to help others in pain. Since we are new to this website I thank you so much for your information. It's really wierd - when we were hurting (and still are) the night it happened, I was just searching and of all the sites that were out there I picked this one. What a miracle -I will be sure to check out the info you passed on and I thank you so much. I'm sorry for your loss as well - Jonathan was our life, our best friend and we miss him so very, very much. I feel much better after visiting this website and feel much comfort that he is waiting for us and we will see him again. Thank you again so much for caring - it means more than you know. Sharon
  

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  • Re: Our Beloved Jonathan -- Pat and Steve, 18:32:57 06/08/02 Sat
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  Willie Daniel Darling -- No name, 00:54:33 06/12/02 Wed
  Our Dearest Willie,
  Ten, all too short, years ago I looked into your eyes and knew you were the one. You pranced across the floor and soon your other mommy fell under your spell. The first year and half you gave us a run for our money. You exhausted three trainers, demolished numerous decorations, terrified countless bell ringers; in short you were a juvenile delinquent. However your two mommies persisted and the pay off was beyond imagination!
  Each day began by you greeting us with your tail wagging and a toy in your mouth. It never mattered what mood we may have woken up in, how high my hair was sticking up nor how bad our breath smelled; there you were faithful as ever. A track record even the happiest of couples cannot maintain.
  Willie you were my cherished co pilot and your other mommy's mischief accomplice. Each day was an adventure, we never knew what tricks You were going to teach us! Thank you for being kind enough to allow us, ever so foolishly, to actually believe we were in control.
  Willie this house is a tomb without you. When we were told your diagnosis it brought us to our knees. Ten years was not enough and twenty wouldn't have been either. You fought to stay with us. The last two weeks of your life we slept on the floor with you. In those sweet but ever fading hours you again gave us nothing but pure love. We cuddled you, rubbed you and laughed over old times. We know you left your home and our arms for a far better place. You are now eternally young and healthy, you can eat what ever you want and not get sick, and you have met your canine family.
  Willie you were a remarkable soul who graced our lives and for that privilege we can never thank you enough. Your love, devotion, protection, and heart you gave freely and endlessly. We miss you desperately. You will forever be in our hearts, our manny man and silly Willie.
  Until we see you again
  Your 2 Mommies
  

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  I lost my "Little Girl" -- Kathryn, 17:48:24 04/26/02 Fri
  I lost my beloved Petra on April 25/02. She was a blonde American Cocker Spaniel. She was almost 15, but it still didn't make it any easier. She was always a very healthy little dog, but she was diagnosed with gum cancer in May 2001. We were able to treat her with medication, but not cure her. A few weeks ago it became apparent to me that she was not doing well. I took her to my vet as she didn't want to eat and was having trouble getting up the stairs. Bloodwork showed that she was anemic and that the cancer had now spread to her liver. The news was devasting as I knew her time was coming. We tried everything to pull her thru, but it was not to be. She fought so hard to stay with us, but it was not fair. On Monday she stopped eating completely and I couldn't even get her to take her medications. Yesterday morning I had to force her to take her medication and I felt so cruel as she didn't want to take them - I hope that she understood that I was only trying to help her and that she will forgive me. She had also woken up with bruises all over her little stomach. My vet said that she was bleeding internally and that things were not looking good. I could no longer stand to watch her suffer and so I freed her from her pain. She has now crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. I will miss my dear little girl. She has gone from my life, but not from my heart. I hope that she will remember me as much as I will remember her. Rest peacefully Little Girl - I love you!!
  
  Love your best friend Kathryn
  

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  • Re: I lost my "Little Girl" -- Lorraine, 08:54:40 04/27/02 Sat
    • Re: I lost my "Little Girl" -- Kathryn, 15:04:12 04/27/02 Sat
  • Re: I lost my "Little Girl" -- Yvonne Zaugg, 06:31:19 04/28/02 Sun
  • Re: I lost my "Little Girl" -- Chris, 12:39:13 04/28/02 Sun
  • Re: I lost my "Little Girl" -- Pat and Steve, 16:24:37 04/28/02 Sun
    • Re: I lost my "Little Girl" -- Chris, 18:18:59 04/28/02 Sun
  • Re: I lost my "Little Girl" -- Sam, 10:02:15 05/09/02 Thu
  • Re: I lost my "Little Girl" -- dave & sharon mullin, 23:24:33 06/07/02 Fri

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  My Baron Baby Dog -- JD, 16:42:42 05/24/02 Fri
  My Baron was a beautiful tarnished pewter grey Weimaraner. I lost him in July, 2001 to cancer. He was just over 14 years old, but he was still my 'baby'.
  I was blessed with my Baron when he was 2 months old. I didn't pick him-he picked me. I was in the puppy pen, kneeling down and just letting them come to me and waiting for that 'magic' to happen. I was looking for a female, but suddenly this little blue-grey head popped out from beneath me and proceded to run the other pups away. Then he looked up at me with his tongue lolled out and he grinned at me. I knew I had found my best friend. When I was housebreaking him and he stayed in his Vari-Kennel at night, I slept on the floor next to his crate so he wouldn't cry. He and I were inseperable. He made me laugh, and he comforted me when I was in the throes of depression. It was like he could read my mind-he would come to me from another part of the house and cuddle up to me without my calling him. He loved to deliver things from one family member to another. All I had to do was give him something and tell him to take it to one of the boys or my husband, or them give him something for me, and he was ecstatic. He loved to play fetch. He'd play until he was so tired he couldn't run anymore, but he'd still bring the ball or stick to me and beg for more. He was the world's largest lap dog; he loved to lay on the couch with his head in my lap when I read or watched TV. If it's possible, I honestly believe he was my soulmate. I still miss him so very much. I still feel guilty, like I let him down, when I had to have him put down. A part of me died that day. Baron, Mama still loves you and you will always be my one and only Sweet Baby Dog. Please forgive me; I couldn't see you suffer any more. I know you are in God's special Heaven, running and playing, and, I hope, waiting for me.
  

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  • Re: My Baron Baby Dog -- Lorraine, 08:07:17 05/26/02 Sun
  • Re: My Baron Baby Dog -- Lorraine, 08:08:46 05/26/02 Sun
  • Re: My Baron Baby Dog -- Pat and Steve, 20:23:03 06/06/02 Thu
  • Re: My Baron Baby Dog -- Dave & Sharon Mullin, 23:10:44 06/07/02 Fri

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  In loving memory of Rudy -- Heather, 13:39:13 05/31/02 Fri
  Rudy was and still is everything to me! This is coming from the heart. And personally i'm sitting here crying thinking about my dog Rudy,somebody told me if i put it into words it will ease the pain.
  rudy was so neat! NO
  He was great and terrific!
  He was everything i needed.... He was always there for me!
  When i didn't eat my moms food he was always there to eat it for me. When i needed a shoulder to cry on he was there, When i was sick and feeling icky he was there for me......
  when i was cold in the winter he was there to keep me warm.
  when i came home from school he was there for me. Now that Rudy passed away, I feel nothing without him! He was always there to help me through everything. When i was younger he wouldn't let anyone hurt me.
  To me that's a true dog and loyal best freind!
  Rudy was more then true, see Rudy was and still is a media hate dog, he was a pit bull, and we allmost didn't take him from tne pound, but for the last 12 years he proved it's not the dog, but the humans that make them a media hate dog.All Rudy like was giving kisses and chewing tennis balls.
  I love you Rudy
  I miss you with all my heart!!!
  Love always and forever!!!!
  Heather
  

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  • Re: In loving memory of Rudy -- Lorraine Cochrane, 15:26:25 06/01/02 Sat
  • Re: In loving memory of Rudy -- Pat and Steve, 20:48:52 06/06/02 Thu

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  u'll always be with me doodie boy -- karen pearson, 07:59:15 05/29/02 Wed
  my dearest friend doodie,ur time has come & im finding it so hard 2 cope without u, u were always there 4 me when i needed acuddle or was that just becos i had some chocolate :o) yes that was 1 of ur favourite things & i could never have a bar 2 myself but we did share everything anyway but now i have no1. i miss u sleeping next 2 me in my bed with ur little paws around my neck (SCRATCHING ME COS UR COMFY) as our time drew near 4 us 2 part i would wake in the nite & just look at u & hope that god would give us lots more time.The last nite we spent 2gether was so wonderful but i was dying inside knowing u would go 2 sleep the next day & never wake 2 hear me calling u as i put out ur food or lay down next 2 u & rub my face in ur soft tummy or tickle ur nose with ur own tail & make u sneeze, all the memories i have of our short 15years 2gether will always be in my heart & i'll think of u everyday. u were a true friend doodie & people tell me 2 let u go but i cant,i love u 2much baby & i want 2 be surrounded by u till the day i die & we meet again :o) i look at ur friends lady & snowy & wonder if they know u have passed on. im finding it hard 2 watch the short videos i done of u the nite be4 & my music rips at my heart so thats on hold 4 a while atleast but in time i will manage 2 get throught the long & lonely days without u my dearest friend doodie xxxxx i love u always xxxxx it will always be me & u boy xxxxxxxxxx i guess i must of known ur time was 2 close 4 me so thats y i wanted u with me everywhere i go, the safari park was a good start & all these memories will never be 4gotten, if anything im proud of them doodie & im proud of u 4 being strong when it was time 2 say goodbye,i just wish i could of been u at that time cos i feel i didnt help u like i should of but i couldnt control how i was hurting inside knowing any minute u were going 2 lay down & never get up & i had 2 hold u tight & cry in ur soft fur while u were going 2 sleep my boy :-( ur at rest now & everything will be much better. love u so much my bestest friend xxxxxxxxxxxx
  

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  My Wibbly monster -- Cathy, 18:17:26 05/22/02 Wed
  My Wibbly monster came into my life about 6 years ago, she was one of two abused ferrets that move into my heart. After many hours of love,care, and blood I finally gained the trust of her and her buddy,Nibbles. Almost 6 months after that Wibbly stopped eating and doing other ferret things, so off to the vet we went. Bieng diagnosed with couch stuffing blocking her digestive system, it was off to surgery. After many healing hours she slowly crept into my heart as my favorite with her kisses.
  My Wibbly is a albino, all white with her little pink eyes. Her favorite game is the ahhhhh game as I call it. You through a towel over her and lift it quickly and say "aaaahhhhhhhh!" She jumps around like crazy and does a little dance. The cutest thing ever. Her favorite foods are mangos and cherries, every year my parents go to Door county, Wi and get a bag of dried cherries especially for her.
  Thrughout the years my girls and I grew very close to eachother. Then one day along came Cosmo and Squiggy, my two boys. They were a welcome addition to my family, and wibbly took to them right away and they became the best of friends.
  Then one day I noticed wibbly was losing hair at the base of her tail. So away to the vet we went. She was diagnosed with adrenial gland disease, a tumor an her adrenial gland, and insolanoma, low sugar levels. The doctor told me surgery was the normal way to fix the adrenial gland, but with wibbly bieng so old it was to dangerous. She was six at the time. I was also given Prednizone for the insolanoma.
  The ride home was a sad one. I thought my girls life was over. About 6 months later I heard about an injection called Luprin. I asked my vet about it and he said it was new and still a little experimental. I took the risk and started her on the shot. She did great. In a matter of weeks her hair grew back and she was looking young again. So once a month we were at the vet for her, as I call it, spa shot. We did this for the next 3 years. It wasn't untill this past saturday that her insolinoma got the better of her. I walked into the room to find her in seizures. My heart was ripped out of my chest. I took her to the vet said my last and final I love you's and good bye. Now I see her favorte sleep sack and hammock empty in the cage and the tears just won't stop coming. Her friends look at me as if to tell me it is going to be ok but it is so hard to see her not there. My wibbly monster was the best there was and she lived a good long life. She just made it past her ninth birthday and I was looking forward to her tenth. Now my cage seems to be empty even though there are three others. The hole in my heart is too big to explain. Does it get any better?? I feel I just can't put her stuff away. Even though it hurts to see it emtpy. I miss my Wibbly monster, i love her and always will
  

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  • Re: My Wibbly monster -- Heidi, 20:01:37 05/23/02 Thu
  • Rustworthy (Rusty) -- Stephanie Deming, 23:20:27 05/28/02 Tue
  • Re: My Wibbly monster -- Pat and Steve, 20:14:39 06/06/02 Thu

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  Our little bundle of JOY -- Bernie, 08:54:42 06/05/02 Wed
  Age: 3 weeks
  
  We rescued you at just 2 weeks old on the beach. Your mummy had died and you were helpless. You were so small and dainty. You looked more like an ornament and so, so cute. We loved you immediately. We took you home and your new daddy went and bought you your first teddy bear to sleep with and a new bed and blankets. We bottle fed you around the clock and you seemed to be doing so well. Your little eyes looked much brighter and you would cry out for us. What we didn't realise was that you were slowly leaving us. The dehydration and malnurishment you had suffered before we found you had already done its damage. You were beyond help and instead we had to watch the little Angel who graced our lives for 1 week slip away.
  
  You rest well my little Angel - no more pain or suffering. You are in kitty heaven now and we know you are happy and well looked after.
  
  You will be forever in our hearts and memories for all eternity.
  
  Love
  Mummy and Daddy
  (Dee & Mike)
  xoxoxoxoxox
  xoxoxoxoxoxox
  

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  • Re: Our little bundle of JOY -- heidi, 19:37:29 06/05/02 Wed
  • Re: Our little bundle of JOY -- dave & sharon mullin, 23:50:31 06/05/02 Wed
  • Re: Our little bundle of JOY -- Pat and Steve, 19:21:28 06/06/02 Thu

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  Max -- Lorraine, 19:22:45 05/17/02 Fri
  Russ; What a wonderful message you wrote about Max. It made me feel like I knew him. Remember that you did all you could with the knowledge you had. You tried to help, but there comes a time when it's not kind to put them through any more treatments, and to do the compassionate thing. Animals are not afraid to pass over the Rainbow Bridge. They do not fear death. Max died in the loving arms of a loving woman (not all animals are so fortunate.) You did all you could for him. He was a pretty smart cat, by the sounds of it, to find and adopt you as a Dad! Think of the good times. I will grieve with you. Lorraine
  

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  • Re: Max -- russ, 00:34:56 05/18/02 Sat
    • Re: Max -- Lorraine, 07:49:48 05/18/02 Sat
      • Re: Max -- russ, 10:39:13 05/22/02 Wed
        • Re: Max -- Lorraine Cochrane, 18:29:31 05/23/02 Thu
          • Re: Max -- russ, 09:25:40 05/28/02 Tue
            • Re: Max -- Lorraine Cochrane, 12:34:59 06/06/02 Thu

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  Dog Chapel -- No name, 10:24:50 05/30/02 Thu
  I recently lost my dear pet dog. I live in Vermont and in the town of St Johnsbury a local artist has built a dog chapel for dogs and their providers. I went to visit the other day to add a picture of my doggy to the remembrance wall, and was glad to see the dog chapel is now online. www.dogchapel.com I found the site very helpful as I could post a picture of my pet and talk to others about my loss.
  

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  Daisy---Its Been One Month -- Sam, 08:25:33 05/30/02 Thu
  My dear sweet Daisy
  You left us one month ago today
  Time doesn't seem to be the same
  Since you went away
  
  Since the 29th of last month
  The days have gone so slowly
  Since that awful day in April
  When we started feeling lowly
  
  Daisy we miss you so much
  You had such a special glow
  And the hole that you left
  We know will never go
  
  We try to go on you see
  But we miss you oh so much
  Redneck, Peanut and Chalupa
  Your mom and me
  
  I've never loved a dog
  As much as I did you
  You were so special
  Your leaving has made us all so blue
  
  Today we lit a candle
  And it sets on your grave so near
  To show how much we loved you
  And how we miss you dear
  
  Daisy you will never be forgotten
  And our love for you will never die
  Cause every time I remember your gone
  Again I start to cry.
  

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  Max -- russ, 10:37:33 05/17/02 Fri
  Max
  
  Six years ago this great looking male cat appeared in our yard. We live in the country and see many wandering cats and so we did not encourage him to stay. He showed up, however, with regularity many more times over the course of a month and I noticed he had made great friends with my wife who would take in all stray cats if she could. We had two cats and I really thought that was enough. One day she said, “Come out here and meet this cat. I think you’ll really like him”. So I did. He smelled like an old barn and had the look of a cat of many tussles but he was purring and head butting me and so........
  
  We named him Max. He was a black, gray and gold tabby with powerful short thick legs with six toes on his front feet. He had “thumbs” which he used when he held on to his toys. When standing in one place he crossed his “thumbs” over each other. It was a very endearing pose. Our vet said he was 2 to 3 years old. He conquered me totally! There was no question, he was to become a resident of our household which, was not without problems at first. The other two cats didn’t like him but this evened out after awhile and a pecking order was established. Max did some howling at night and sprayed a few times but he grew accustomed to the indoor good life eventually. We did let him out almost everyday but only on a leash or fully supervised.
  
  He had fur that was very much like rabbit fur, soft and cuddly. His belly was mostly a beautiful soft gold color. He was robust with a large chest and the keenest and brightest eyes. He weighed close to 14 lbs. and was all muscle but he had a slight, what I called, "hangbelly". Because of his short legs his belly would drag in the snow if it was more than three inches deep. He was easy to track in the snow with the belly drag and his six toes leaving an exclusive trail.
  
  Max got very sick about a year ago. He was having trouble breathing and was tired and listless. We took him to our vet who diagnosed a bacterial infection and he was given antibiotics. He did not respond to the meds and got worse. On an emergency basis I took him to the University of Minnesota Small Animal hospital. It was a good thing I did because he was diagnosed, although not conclusively, with a disgusting cancer called lymphoma. He was put on chemotherapy and because of his excellent response we could be 99% sure it was this cancer. Oncologists will tell you that cats only go into remission, there is no cure. The average life after remission is 6 to 8 months. Only about 3% survive and, of course, we hoped Max would be in that 3%. The chemo treatment itself had only minor side affects on Max. He lost some whiskers but they grew right back. He was in total remission. He had a wonderful life during and after the chemotherapy of doing what ever he so desired. He had no discipline to speak of and became very spoiled. We fully intended to spoil the heck out of him.
  
  After 7 months of total remission he began to have problems with eating and tiredness. Our local vet diagnosed the problem as hemobartonella, a blood disease which is treatable. He was put on tetracycline and started to improve, we think. This "improvement" however, might have been Max doing what cats do, that is faking good health so they don't become prey. Believe me, they are good at this. I asked if the vet thought that it might be the lymphoma coming back and he said he doubted it and to let the tetra do it's work. Max, after this brief comeback, went downhill again. Back to the vet for more of the same information backed up with a blood test in which the vet claimed to have seen the hemobartonella critters on his red blood cells. Again he told me to let the drug do it. I should have listened to this little voice telling me to get a second opinion.
  
  Max continued down hill. At some point I decided, probably too late, to take him to the University of Minnesota animal hospital where the original lymphoma diagnosis and chemotherapy had been given. His blood showed no hemobartonella and he was severely anemic. The doctors at the U of M say that hemobartonella critters are not visible when tetracycline is being used. Damn, I think my vet saw what he wanted to see! You would think I would have learned from the first go around! These country vets do the best they can but are not trained in detecting all cancers, nor do they have the equipment.
  
  He was given a transfusion of red blood cells and an ultrasound which showed his spleen had a large mass on it. An aspiration of the spleen showed suspicious cells. The transfusion did not help his anemic condition because his immune system was destroying red cells as fast as they were being added. Another spleen aspiration was suggested.
  
  At this point I believe I made a wrong and fateful decision. Since Max had lymphoma before there was a very strong possibility it had come back since that's what it does in 97% of cases. His symptoms were the same as in the first round so I suggested he be started on chemo immediately. Just like in the previous round, the diagnosis was not 100% but there was a strong indication. The original treatment a year ago started with prednisone and in Max's case he significantly improved overnight. The doctor did not agree with my suggestion because she did not have a complete and conclusive diagnosis yet. But they didn't have one in round one either! She was just covering her but! She said this drug can be very dangerous if used under the wrong circumstances. Yes, I'm sure it can but so is the drug she uses to put Max down! I should have asked her what treatment would she do if she knew conclusively it was the return of lymphoma and then DEMAND she start that treatment immediately. He was dying! The evidence, symptoms, etc. were there. Try something!
  
  Perhaps another spleen aspiration would have shown cancer and the treatment could have been started but at this point it would have just been more torture for him. He was obviously having incredible discomfort and weakness and had possible liver damage due to lack of nourishment so we decided to let him go to a better state of being. Certainly as a stray he would have died a painful and lonely death. As it was he was cradled in my wife's arms and her words of love were the last he heard. My wife is so brave when it comes to this. I could not be present. I cried my goodbye to him and left the room.
  
  Max’s departure is a terrible-terrible loss to both my wife and I. Even though he lived with us for only six years, he became a solid part of our family. We miss you so much Max. Perhaps there is a rainbow bridge and perhaps God with his infinite power will reunite us someday with our loved ones both human and animal. We can hope and have faith.
  

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  • Re: Max -- Pat and Steve, 19:12:25 05/19/02 Sun
    • Re: Max -- russ, 09:39:42 05/22/02 Wed
  • Re: Max -- cathy, 20:46:00 05/22/02 Wed
    • Re: Max -- russ, 08:41:05 05/24/02 Fri

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  why so fast -- alice, 23:34:28 05/16/02 Thu
  my lit'l nikita was only 7 years and 7 months old when i discovered she wasn't eating well. it was 7 days from that day that she died in my arms at the vet's. she was a gorgeous cream point persian. little did i know i only had seven days left with her. how my heart achs and i feel like i am the blame for not noticing the weight loss or jauntice color that she had. i was also stupid for leaving her at the vet hospital that wasn't updated with the newest equiptment. i spent $900.00 in seven days to see my sweet kita bita (nickname) die. please if your cat acts strange seek immediate care with a reputable vet, don't do as i did and wait till she was very critical to seek out another vet.
  i feel i am the blame as i sit here crying..she was so helpless and her life was in my hands..did i let her down??
  Iloved my nikita and always will. will she forgive me?
  

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  • Re: why so fast -- miri's mom, 02:05:44 05/17/02 Fri
  • Re: why so fast -- Pat and Steve, 19:43:41 05/19/02 Sun
  • Re: why so fast -- Cathy, 20:52:01 05/22/02 Wed

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  Sysco I will always love you -- Regina Shorey, 19:47:46 05/14/02 Tue
  A year ago today my beloved friend died and i'm having a rough time. He was a very special dog there isn't another like him. I miss you so much it still hurts as much it did that day. I wonder where you are and if your happy I hope someday to see your loving face again. it's been a year of longing wishing you would return to me even though it's been a year today i can't set you free I see you as i turn each step i watch for you every day oh Sysco i miss you so much. Much more than words can say. I'll see you at the rainbow bridge someday wait for me.
  

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  I Can't Stop Thinking of Her -- Lorraine, 20:01:46 05/14/02 Tue
  It's been almost 3 weeks now since she's been gone. I think of her constantly, my beautiful lab.
  I still cry at the sight or mention of a dog. I have some of her ashes in my locket, (heart shaped.) I read the messages here most every day and cry. My heart feels as if someone has taken a grater to it and torn it all up. There's a gap in my heart (dog shaped) that is so empty.
  I still hear her snoring on her pillow at nights, and sighing. Her favorite cats sits and cries by her favorite spot. No one greets me when I get home...I haven't had a walk in 3 weeks. No one to beg at the table...no one to talk to when I'm by myself. (Cats really don't have the ability to understand like she did, although they do try.)
  I actually have to clean food up off the floor now, it used to be her job! I never know when her Daddy is home, no one runs to the door announcing his arrival. No longer will those beautiful brown eyes look at me with such love and no longer can I kiss the greying muzzle I adored. Her soft tummy and ears, flipped over on her back, running upside down in a dream. I wish I could hold you and love you and walk you one more time. But alas! It's not to be until I meet you again on the Rainbow Bridge. I miss you Jenny! Love and kisses, Mommy.
  

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  • Re: I Can't Stop Thinking of Her -- Thomas, 11:54:02 05/15/02 Wed
    • Re: I Can't Stop Thinking of Her -- Lorraine, 17:24:03 05/15/02 Wed
  • Re: I Can't Stop Thinking of Her -- Jenny, 22:23:46 05/15/02 Wed
    • Re: I Can't Stop Thinking of Her -- Lorraine, 10:36:26 05/16/02 Thu
  • Re: I Can't Stop Thinking of Her -- Pat and Steve, 20:05:20 05/19/02 Sun

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  Remembering Miss Miri -- Miri's Mom, 05:14:07 05/16/02 Thu
  She was my little shadow, wearing her little paws out following me from room to room, always wanting to be near.
  She was Mirimanee, or "miri" for short. She was the third black feline I'd owned since leaving my parents' home. She had been one of three sisters, Uhura, Mara, and herself.
  Uhura and Mara had already gone over the rainbow bridge before Miri.
  
  Miri continued the tradition of having my cats named for Star Trek characters. She had a sweet purr, and when she talked, the purr was there. She could lie for hours next to me on the sofa, or at the desk, or on the bed. She loved catnip. Her little eyes would light up and she'd start to dance whenever she saw the catnip jar hovering over her scratching post.
  
  She was the first face I saw in the window, watching for me to come home at night, and would race to the door to greet me, happy that I'd returned to her at last. She was the last face I'd see when pulling out the drive to go anywhere.
  
  She was a timid little girl, and would run from visitors, including, at first, my husband. Once she knew that the stranger in her house wasn't going to hurt her, she'd come out and demand her share of attention and petting.
  
  Miri came into my life in Winter, 1990. She was about two months old when I got her. Just a little ball of black fluff. Her sister Uhura didn't take too kindly to her arrival at first, though Mara, much unlike her namesake, accepted her right off the bat. Eventually, they were the three 'cat'keteers. Filling my life until the love of my life entered it, and then making him fall in love with them too.
  
  Miri loved all kinds of people food: french fries, pop tarts, yogurt, milk, ice cream, hash browns, chicken, and cheese topped her favorites. She also loved petromalt for hairballs and would lick it out of the tube.
  
  Miri left us on 11 May, 2002. She had been diagnosed and treated for almost a year with diabetes. This meant I had to deny her the treats she loved. She took to accepting her daily insulin shots, and was very good about hopping up on the cabinet when she heard us say "time to assume the position."
  
  Diabetes did not take Miri from me. Apparently, she suffered from a brain tumor or infection, which caused grand-mal seizures. She had a number of these seizures that morning, and by the evening, the doctor held little hope that she could be cured. Her poor little body kept seizing every 2-3 minutes. She had short moments of lucidity where she'd churr at me, as if trying to comfort ME.
  
  At about 930pm that night, I held Miri for the last time as the doctor gently administered the drug that would send her to join her sisters. She never cried or fought against the needle. Her sezirues immediately ceased, and as she lay her little head back in my arms, I felt a piece of my heart die with her.
  
  We still have her sister T'Pring, and brother Jean-Luc, and they are loving in their own way. Eventually, when our household has had time to mourn her, another little furball will enter our lives. Not a replacement, for no new critter can ever replace the one that's gone before, but because that, too, is our family cat tradition. When one of the family leaves us, a new member is brought in to enjoy that same health and love that the one that passed on enjoyed.
  
  It's Miri's legacy. I'll always love and miss her.
  

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  • Re: Remembering Miss Miri -- Pat and Steve, 05:59:04 05/16/02 Thu
  • Re: Remembering Miss Miri -- Midnight's Mom, 10:42:04 05/16/02 Thu
    • Re: Remembering Miss Miri -- alice, 23:45:21 05/16/02 Thu
      • Re: Remembering Miss Miri -- Midnight's Mom, 16:47:30 05/17/02 Fri

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  So many freinds, so few time with them! -- Bill Skall, 15:07:44 05/11/02 Sat
  Sadly with the loss of another freind on sunday 4/28, it would be hard not to also post all that left us, since we lived here for the last 15 years, all have given there endless love to our family. So in memory to all that gave and gave there love and never wanted anthing in return except love this is for you.You all live on in our hearts foreever, until we all meet again.
  LUCKY Malamute 1-9-90, BARNEY boxer 11-21-90,ANGEL cat 3-5-95,PUPPY sheppard 8-1-95,MISTY cat 11-5-97,DIEGO rabbit 3-20-98,PETE yellow lab 5-25-99,RUDY pit bull 7-12-99,MANDY bird 12-21-99,JP cat 1-8-00,CASSIE cat11-19-01,Cindy retriver/chow 4-28-02. All rip, and god bless you all and thanks for all coming into our lives.
  

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  Bob's time came this week -- Abigail, 19:26:44 04/28/02 Sun
  This past Thursday we had our dear cat,Bob,put to sleep. We have known since January that his kidneys were failing. He has done very well, even holding his weight at 7 pounds. On Tuesday we knew the end was near. He was not eating and was throwing up. Aside from the physical signs, we could tell by his manner that he was suffering. I had one more day good day with him. On his final night, I woke in the night and felt his presence. I opened the window in the back room of the house-one of his favorite places-there was a gentle spring wind blowing and soft rain falling. We sat there together for a long time while he looked out and sniffed the spring air. I rested my head aginst him and he purred. I am not a medical person, but I could hear how loud and labored his heart sounded.
  The next morning, he was put to sleep. He went peacefully and has been cremated. He is now resting in a pretty little tea pot shaped like a carasel with animals painted on.
  Our hearts are broken. The house is so still and empty.
  He was a beautiful black cat with yellow eyes, a gentle manner, and he was the best lap cat ever.
  Abigail
  

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  • Re: Bob's time came this week -- Kathryn, 00:03:01 04/29/02 Mon
  • Re: Bob's time came this week -- Jennifer Smith, 16:36:34 04/29/02 Mon
  • Re: Bob's time came this week -- YVONNE CONNOR, 14:12:25 05/10/02 Fri

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  Daisy---I will always love you -- Sam, 15:30:47 05/08/02 Wed
  We lost our beloved Daisy on 4/29/02, she was a 14 1/2 year old Mini Doxie and the love of our life. I am no poet but I wrote this for her and to express some of what she meant to me.
  
  Daisy II
  
  My dear sweet Daisy II
  I never met your predecessor, her name was Daisy too
  But you shared my life for 7 years
  But now your life is through
  
  I look back and happy things I see
  Like the first time I came thru that door and had you bark at me
  You were not being mean, that I came to see
  It was just your sweet way of greeting a stranger like me
  
  Your mom and I had just met and friends we soon became
  And I quickly learned you like to play a really strange ball game
  We’d toss the ball and you would chase and we would start to laugh
  Because you ran the ball down and then smelled along its path
  
  Watching you in the pool was quite a special treat
  Cause Dachshunds swimming after balls is not a common feat
  You loved that pool and setting in “your” chair
  We couldn’t get you out so that we could float in there
  
  The friendship grew into a special thing
  But I never realized the extra special gift I got
  When I gave your mom that ring
  
  You became my special friend
  And you filled my heart with Love
  You were one of GOD’s great gifts
  Sent from up above
  
  I was only there for 7 years of your life
  But before your mom became my wife
  She was blessed with 7 prior
  But hers were filled with strife
  
  You were her constant companion
  Her friend at every turn
  You would set together in the cold
  And watch the fire burn
  
  But Daisy you grew old and tired and soon we knew you’d leave
  And leave us down here all alone to cry, and hurt and grieve.
  We are selfish yes we know
  For we knew that it would hurt for us, to have to let you go
  
  That fateful day in April came when you had to leave us here
  We made one last attempt to help you get well, so we could keep you near
  But the look in those tired eyes really told us no
  You knew your time was over, you knew that is was thru
  
  We called the Vet to see what it was that she thought we should do
  And the vet told us that choice is up to you
  But Daisy you were special right to the very end
  
  You knew how much it would hurt us
  To make the decision to send you on your way
  So as I prepared the place where your body we would lay
  I heard your mother scream and knew that this would be the day
  
  I ran inside and held you close against my chest
  And screamed oh no please don’t go
  But I was being selfish, I knew you wanted rest
  And then God showed me what really was the best
  
  I stroked your precious head and told you, you could go
  Because I really loved you and did not want to see you suffer so
  And while I held my baby, you left this mortal world
  And left a hole inside my heart that nothing here can fill
  
  They say time heals all wounds but I don’t see how it can
  For I miss you more each day
  The tears still flow and the aches still there
  Especially when I see that empty chair
  
  Chicken will never be as good, for it you liked to eat
  Cause when we picked it up, your eyes took on a spark
  And you would beg for some while setting at our feet
  With that special little feed me kind of nagging bark
  
  I know that one day again we two again shall meet
  But until that day comes, I’ll not forget
  The joy that you did bring
  And the extra special blessing I received
  When I gave your mom that ring.
  
  
  GOD BLESS YOU MY LITTLE ANGEL, I WILL SEE YOU AT THE BRIDGE SOMEDAY.
  

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  • Re: Daisy---I will always love you -- Kathryn, 23:37:54 05/08/02 Wed
  • Re: Daisy---I will always love you -- Pat and Steve, 20:45:00 05/09/02 Thu
    • Re: Daisy---I will always love you -- Sam, 11:13:14 05/10/02 Fri
  • Re: Daisy---I will always love you -- Yvonne Zaugg, 08:31:35 05/10/02 Fri
    • Re: Daisy---I will always love you -- Sam, 11:09:29 05/10/02 Fri

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  Share your love! -- Karen, 02:02:05 05/07/02 Tue
  When you are ready to again welcome a new furbaby into your heart, the site www.petfinder.com is a wonderful tool! Most of the shelters and rescue orgs use it and you can see pics of the wonderful creatures they have just begging for a home! I just found my handsome Maine Coon 8-month old Nicholas crossed the Rainbow Bridge this morning, with absolutely no warning. My vet said there was nothing apparent, but he's sent test results to a lab for analysis. When I am ready, I will adopt a shelter or rescue org baby- too many are put to death needlessly, because shelters just don't have room for all of them. Please adopt and save a life!
  

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  sudden death of kitten -- Jennifer, 01:19:37 03/09/02 Sat
  I am on a business trip and called home today to see how my 7 month old kitten was doing. My mom said he must have passed out in his sleep. She didnt understand why because he was so playful that afternoon but when she went to find him under the bed later that night he was curled up in his sleeping position and was not breathing. I am terrified to go home because it will be too painful.Im so relieved I will be travelling until next week but I know I have to face it when I have to come home. I am having feelings of anger even though I know it is a selfish feeling. I am feeling so angry because he was only 7 months old and he was so energitec and I didnt see any problems with him. how could this happen??? I want to have an autopsy done in a way but in another way it pains me to think of what they will do to him in the procedure. My mom thinks he died of a heart attack. I am feeling so angry and I am feeling bad about it. Would this have happened if I wasnt away? I don't live with my mom, I just dropped him off so he could be taken care of. I wonder if the house was just not kitty proofed enough but it is weird that he just died in a sleeping position under the bed in the same room he always sleeps in when he goes to their house. I dont understand. This evening at dinner I was just thinking about how much I loved and missed him and how I couldnt wait to see him when I got home from my trip and then I called and found out he was dead. i wish I could think more positively like he is going to a better place but right now I am just so angry.
  

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  • Re: sudden death of kitten -- Pat and Steve, 09:37:50 03/09/02 Sat
  • Re: sudden death of kitten -- Kim, 23:56:56 03/10/02 Sun
  • Re: sudden death of kitten -- Karen, 01:46:08 05/07/02 Tue

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  Pet Memorials, The Last Thing You Can Do For Your Pet -- www.ncpetmemorials.com, 03:27:10 05/05/02 Sun
  Let me tell you about my Casedog. She was a beautiful Black and tan doberman. She was very protective and made sure no one got to close to me. My wife once hit me on the arm while playing in the yard and Casedog came unglued and almost eat her up. You couldn't pay the wife to do that again. I raised her from a 4 month old pup that was all legs and feet. She stole my heart. She would have gave her life for mine in a second. She had the energy of a raging bull and loaded with muscle. When we were riding in my truck and she was hyper, as always, I would push in my George Jones tape and she would look at me like DAMN YOU. A few minutes later she would be fast asleep with her head on my leg. She was old and had some kind of female problems when I took her to the vet. The vet told me that she was a sick dog and it would be the best to put her to sleep and start over with a new puppy. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do when they asked me to sign the papers to have her put to sleep. I will never have another dog. I don't think I will ever get over her, she was my little girl. I couldn't even talk when I picked up her body. The girls in the vet's office were almost in tears because I was so upset. I wrapped her in a large black trash bag and buried her in my back yard with her favorite toy tucked under her paw. I know what it is like to lose a close pet. I know what the guilt feels like. I am a 34 yr old man who missed three day of work because I was to upset to go back to work. The loss of my doberman pushed me into starting www.ncpetmemorials.com. I wanted to do this one last thing for her. She deserved a nice memorial. My website is not up and running as of now but I am making memorials and can be reached at dmcphatter@carolina.net if anyone is interested in a memorial. Thanks for giving me a place to vent.
  

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  • Re: Pet Memorials, The Last Thing You Can Do For Your Pet -- Lorraine Cochrane, 18:23:24 05/05/02 Sun

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  TC April 1986-March 15, 2002 -- Brenda Stricklin, 12:23:10 03/16/02 Sat
  I lost my cat, TC last night. She'd been with me for 16 years. That is a long time for a pet. She had been acting very sick for a few days, and I took her in yesterday, and the blood work came back that it was renal failure (kidney failure). The vet said it was common for cats her age.
  I went to see her after work yesterday, and they called me about 7 to tell me she passed. My neighbor went with me to pick her body up, and she even helped me bury her.
  The pain is almost unbearable at times. I had to remove her food, water, and litter box this morning. Almost as hard as buring her. This morning, I picked some flowers to put on her grave.
  I live alone, and am 45 with no children. So TC was my only child till I got dogs last year. She'd been my best friend, and companion. I have bipolar disorder (a/k/a manic-depression), and TC loved me no matter what mood I was in. When I was in deep depressions, she was right there with me, loving me. Something most people run from. When my best friends run when I was in deep depression, I could always count on TC to be right there.
  She was a very tempermental cat, but accepted me as I was, bipolar disorder and all, so I accepted her temperment. Was a 2 way street for us.
  She will be sadly missed for a long time. I'm looking into getting a headstone for her grave. Some might think thats going a bit too far, but what else do you do for your best friend of 16 years, that NEVER let you down. She deserves it. Its ashame that people can't love you unconditionally like your pets can.
  She gave me a lot of good times, although I had her fixed, declawed, and she was an inside cat. I still laugh about the time I was packing to go on a trip, and she hopped in the suitcaise! She wanted to go with me. And pawing at the side of the aquarium at the goldfish.
  I know this will get easier in time, but right now its just so painful. I'm just glad I went to see her after work yesterday, and got to bury her here at home where I can put flowers on her grave in the privacy of my backyard. I'll sure miss her.
  

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  • Re: TC April 1986-March 15, 2002 -- Angela, 23:35:06 03/16/02 Sat
  • Re: TC April 1986-March 15, 2002 -- Pat and Steve, 20:40:28 03/18/02 Mon
  • Re: TC April 1986-March 15, 2002 -- www.ncpetmemorials.com, 20:44:36 03/18/02 Mon
  • Re: TC April 1986-March 15, 2002 -- Jennifer Smith, 13:47:50 03/31/02 Sun
  • Re: TC April 1986-March 15, 2002 -- www.ncpetmemorials.com, 01:45:14 05/05/02 Sun

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  What can i do for a memorial? -- Drew, 21:01:37 04/29/02 Mon
  When it commes time for my little girl to pass i want to honor her and thank her. Does anyone know how to go about doing this?
  
  thank you,
  
  drew
  

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  • Re: What can i do for a memorial? -- Jennifer Smith, 17:17:46 04/30/02 Tue
  • Re: What can i do for a memorial? -- Pat and Steve, 21:18:09 04/30/02 Tue
  • Re: What can i do for a memorial? -- www.ncpetmemorials.com, 01:18:34 05/05/02 Sun

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  Another dog in heaven -- Lorraine, 14:13:16 05/02/02 Thu
  Thurs. April 25/02 we lost our loyal, constant companion and friend. Jenny (black lab, 6 1/2) was brought home as a puppy for her daddy for Christmas in '95. She has been by my side ever since, comforting me in times of illness, exploring and swimming with me every day. Loved the car rides and was SO happy and exuberant when company came. 2 yrs. ago she suffered a ruptured ligament on her knee and had a long healing process. I felt it didn't look right and 8 mos. later it had disintegrated and was done again. Over the next 2 yrs. it worked pretty well, we enjoyed life once again and it seemed the worst was over. Her bright eyes, shiny coat and greying muzzle were picture perfect to me. Then the unimaginable happened...the leg was giving out again and the strain put on the opposite leg caused it to rupture as well. Knowing she would no longer run freely on earth, I held her in my arms as the Vet sent her to sleep so she could run in heaven. Our hearts are completely broken. I pick up her ashes tomorrow. I miss her so much! Only one who has shared their life with a fur-child can understand. Meanwhile, my son picked up a stray and left him here. He's not Jenny, but he is a creature in need of love and if Jenny could speak to me, she would tell me to live and love again. I will, Jenny, I will to honor your memory. Always loved and never, ever forgotten. Mommy
  

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  • Re: Another dog in heaven -- Pat and Steve, 19:58:46 05/02/02 Thu
  • Re: good for you -- Heidi, 17:07:36 05/04/02 Sat

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  Concerned -- Jennifer Smith, 19:45:07 04/22/02 Mon
  Please.. this might be a shrink visit after all this.
  
  My husband is now putting out Cat's Urn under the car where Toby, our cat loved to hang out... He sleeps with the urn, and talks like toby was alive.. Saying "dinner toby, its 4 o'clock" you get the picture.
  
  He was very depressed at first as you can see in my posts.. But is this normal? We will rescue another animal to join our family but i think we should asap cause of what my husband is acting like.
  
  Your thoughts are mostly welcome. Please help me and/or advise me..I am glad he is not depressed.. He even took the urn to my husband's drs appt. he wanted me to take toby to work this morning.
  
  never heard anyone do this..
  
  Jen
  

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  • Re: Concerned getting another pet? -- Ann Riley, 07:06:23 04/26/02 Fri
    • Re: Concerned getting another pet? -- Lorraine, 09:01:04 04/27/02 Sat
  • Re: Concerned getting another pet? -- Ann Riley, 07:09:00 04/26/02 Fri
    • Re: Concerned getting another pet? -- Jennifer Smith, 14:56:55 04/26/02 Fri

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  I lost my cat this week -- Jackie, 19:22:49 04/18/02 Thu
  I lost my cat Bigfoot this week and i'm having a hard time of it. Bigfoot was a beautiful 18lb grey tiger cat who brought 8 years of joy and laughter to anyone who came his way.
  He was definately one of a kind in character and acted more like a dog than a cat.
  Bigfoot got hold of a balloon ribbon and swallowed it which caused him to stop eating and by the time I realized he had done it he was vomiting it up three days later.
  I rushed him to the vet because he was weak and I was concerned the ribbon might be in his organs.
  When the vet examined him he felt a mass on his kidney and Bigfoot was in kidney and renal failure.
  He felt Bigfoot was possibly going through kidney failure for a while and that the incident with the ballon ribbon causing him not to eat only brought it to the surface.
  I still feel guilty that the ribbon eating might have been the cause and that I wasn't more carful.
  I tried to keep him in the vet to save him because I didn't believe in putting an animal down but the vet could do no more because of his age of 8yrs.old and the possibility of cancer he would not qualify for a transplant kidney.
  I went to visit him and he had really gone down hill and the vet could only keep him hydrated but nothing more and they didn't expect him to make it through the night.
  As I held him he no longer looked like Bigfoot with his eyes glared and pupils large he didn't even seem to know anyone was there.
  His breathing was labored and every couple minutes he would pull away and screach in pain and after a short time of that
  continuously happening I chose to put him to sleep to end his suffering.
  I went against my belief but I loved him so much and could not take him in pain so I called in the vet and held Bigfoot
  while staring into his eyes so he would know I was with him.
  The vet asked if I was ready and I said Goodbye to my lovable friend as he went to sleep forever.
  I chose to creamate him so I could bring Bigfoot back home and place him where he loved to rest his head in remembrance.
  Today I picked his ashes up and it was hard to be given a