Remember Your Pet with a Pet Memorial



Joey Lee I received Joey as a gift for my third birthday.He was less than a year old. We grew up together in Wichita, Kansas. In 1996, we moved to Rio Rancho, New Mexico where he lived out the rest of his life. Joey was my best friend for many years. We played catch ( his favorite), tag, tug-o-war, and hide n' seek. He was a great companion and an even better friend. I miss Joey very much, and hope my children will have as much fun with their dog, Hunter, as I did with Joey. You can read about Hunter on CozyPamperedPets.com Stories Page. In Loving Memories 1987 - 2002

Baxter Boydston In Loving Memory of Baxter May 2000 - June 2007 Died of Lupus

In Loving Memory of Katie Katie We were blessed for almost 4 years with the presence of Katie in this world. During her short time here she touched many, many lives. How do I explain how softly she tapped through the house and how peacefully she would sit and wait for a treat or a bite... And how often has anyone witnessed the delicate style she could eat from a fork. I remember last week, she would quietly wait in anticipation for us to come home and when we arrived she would twirl with delight and bark her hellos. And oh my did she love to go, go, go. Fly in a plane or sit her little 5 pound body on the spot in the center of the car, propped on her pillow taking in the view. I have lost count of the people who have met her and set out on their own quest to find such a wonderful creature to inhabit their lives. Because of her there are countless homes filled with the joy of little ones, not quite like Katie - because she could never be duplicated. And oh do I remember the early morning strolls through hotels parking lots or at the bottom of the stairs sharing our moments of quiet and our little Katie -- searching, searching for the perfect spot to release. She insisted to go on her own, no leash, no ties - "I'm here Mom, look at me..." And she always was there for us, and she always will be in my heart. I sit with tears and write about our little girl and the endless love she gave and I am certain through the anger, denial, grief, depression, guilt - I am absolutely certain -- I would do it all again, for 1 year, for 2 years, for another 4 years... I would do it all again to have that little girl in my life, if only for a moment we lived, loved, laughed and barked together. We miss you Katie. 11/01/03 - 4/18/07

Simba In December 1997 my mom found Simba , a orange long haired tabby . He was friendly and had been de clawed and My mom kept going to work to find him a home . No one would take him in and she kept calling me, telling me how nice he was, and "Why would no one want to save his life?" I took my chances I lived in an apartment that was not allowing any pets on the premises but, the weather forecast was 15 degrees below zero and there was no way out due to the fact my mom had cats that had claws and I was not going to let him be frozen to death. I truly think he was a saint and angel and my heart is incomplete and utter shambles he saved my life instead of me saving his. No words can ever describe how or why he was the true definition of unconditional love. He was my sunshine on every bitter day he was there. I was single, alone, and I found love . I prayed for Years for a man that would provide me with unconditional love and He gave me Simba . He did answer my prayers. I miss my cat. I have 2 new cats now and I love them but, Simba will always be in my heart, There is not one day that passes that I don't miss my man for all the months and days that pass My Simba was my lion King for sure . I can only say to someone who ever meets a stray the words to the wise would be and I know He was as afraid as a child when I took him in my home, It took Month's to get him to stop crying until I would say 'Simba I'm Here." and He would stay calm. He wanted to be loved and I wanted To Be Loved and He was and will be loved by Me Until, the end of my life. I would tell everyone that the vet I took him to first was not a cat lover and I had to change vets and again I had to go to a Specialist and I still could not save him. But, God knows How much I loved him I tried to save What God wanted and I cannot blame God. So , I went to the Pound and saved another cat's life with all the special Breeds and so fourth they would all have a home So, I decided I Just can't take a cat that was wanted by no one but, myself I'm Married now, But, My Simba was God answers to my prayers after a long time pitfall of failed relationships with men and their conditions . THANK GOD FOR SIMBA

Clyde This is our Fearless Protector Clyde our Rottweiler. Clyde had to be put down in August 2006 because of a genetic defect. Clyde will always be a part of our family and a loyal friend, he will always be loved and with us in spirit, he will always protect us even though he is not here. Clyde we love you. Rest in Peace Big Fellow. May 14th 2002 to August 23rd 2006. The picture is of our Clyde and our Min Pin Mini Mouse. Betty and Duane D. and Family

Petri My name is Jessica Elliott. I recently lost my closest and most beloved friend. This is Petri’s story: I was 7-years-old but I remember the first time I saw her. At the time I was living in Indianapolis, IN and my mother had dragged me on another shopping excursion at the local mall. It was my treat for being on good behavior to go into the pet store. That’s where I first saw her, my Peatsy. She was different from all the other parakeets because she didn’t run from me. She just looked at me, ruffled her feathers and cocked her head. I immediately began begging my mother for her. I pleaded with her that my Birthday was so close that she would count as my Birthday present and that she would be my only present. My mother argued the point that I already had another bird at home and said no to the idea of adding another. I left the mall broken hearted. A couple weeks later my birthday arrived. It was on a Wednesday and I awoke knowing I had to get ready for school. I did so as I always did and went into the kitchen where my mother was waiting. She had made me a special birthday breakfast and I sat down at the table feeling so very special. It was then that she asked if I wanted my main present now or when I got home from school. I of course, said what any newly 8-year-old would say, I wanted my main present now…not later! My mother smiled and disappeared into the hallway. When she returned she was carrying my pink bird cage, but instead of one bird being in there, there were two! I was overjoyed and began yelling “thank you” over and over. I named her immediately. Petri. I had always like that name since the Land Before Time came out on video. That whole day at school was torture. I couldn’t wait to get home and see my birds. I couldn’t wait to hold Petri for the first time. The clock seemed to move so slowly. But as soon as the bell rang I was sprinting to the bus. The ride home seemed to take forever too. But you can imagine that when the bus did get to my stop, I was out of the doors as fast as a racehorse. I burst into the house and ran right back to my room. There were my birds. Petri and I hit it off from then on. We were always together. Anywhere I would go, she would go. To the store, on a walk, on a bike ride (perched on my shoulder), and even to school a couple of times by accident. She even helped me sell Girl Scout cookies one time. She went with me perched on my shoulder as always. Needless to say, I sold the most in my troop that year! Peatsy, as I affectionately called her, grew up with me. For the last 4 years of her life she suffered from arthritis and her little legs just didn’t work as well as they used to. So I had made her special perches and stopped clipping her wings to make it easier on her. Our days of bike rides and long walks had come to an end because she could no longer perch on my shoulder. But we did go on drives together. She would nestle in my shirt collar and watch intently out the window. I became her legs and she was able to communicate with me in “showing” me where she wanted me to take her. We had our own language and own means of communication. Love is so amazing that way. We didn’t need words…we just knew each other and how we felt. We each spoke a different language yet we could communicate as though we spoke the same. She was able to tell be when she wanted out of her cage, where she wanted to go, and what she wanted. The day I found out Peatsy was gone was probably the worst day of my life. She had been sick for a while. She had been in the veterinary office for about a month. She would improve than take a nose-dive for the worst. The doctor had told me to come up and visit her the Friday before she passed away. He wasn’t sure if she’d make it through the weekend. As soon as she saw me from inside her incubator she did her signature call (she only does that when she sees me) and hopped up to the door. The doctor took her out and handed her to me. She immediately began chewing happily on my shirt collar as normal. I kissed the top of her head and told her how much I loved her and missed her being at home with me. She kissed me back as she always did. I sat in a visiting room with her for over an hour and just talked to her. She had medicine all over her face so I took it upon myself to clean her face with a Q-tip and warm water. The doctor came in briefly to tell me that this was the perkiest he’d seen her all week. He said that she was not gaining weight like he wanted and was very worried. I asked if he thought I was being selfish by keeping her alive and if he thought I should euthanize her. He told me to give him until Monday and we’d see. When the doctor left the room I began to cry. I told Peatsy how much I loved her and how bad I wanted her to get better. I told her that I didn’t want to make the decision to end her life. She sat there as she always had when I was upset. But she did something she had never done before. She did her signature call and wiped a tear off my face with her beak. Then she put her head down and fluffed her feathers lethargically. It was then that I realized I wasn’t being fair to her. She was in pain and I felt in my heart she was holding on for me. I said her name and she looked up at me. Then I said something I never wanted to say. I told her if it hurt, it was ok to go. I said I would be ok and we would be together again in Heaven. I told her that a love like ours is never lost and I understood that. She kissed me and then went to chewing on my shirt again. After a long while she began to act tired and cold. So I called one of the techs in to take her back to her incubator. The tech came and I held Peatsy to my face one last time and told her how much I loved her. I told her to be good and that I would miss her until our next visit. As the tech began walking away with Peasty, she began to do her signature call all the way back into the incubator where I couldn’t hear her anymore. The next day I called the vet. The doctor got on the phone and told me that Peatsy had passed away. I was in shock. I hung up the phone and just sat in my bed staring at the empty bird cage. After about 20 minutes I just burst into tears. I was very distraught for many weeks. But I have now come to realize the truth of it all. Peatsy had given my her last bit of energy. She didn’t want me to see her in pain. And she had been saying good-bye to me the entire time I was visiting her. She had been a true friend to the end. I will never forget her as long as I live, and I look forward to the day when we can meet again. ~~ IN MEMORY OF PETRI ~~ ~* 01/01/1993 – 02/04/06 *~

Brandee Hi, My name is Anna S. Uhland, and you did a wonderful memorial for my dog Amber. I visit the memorial every week. I would like to put a memorial in for my daughter-in-law. My Daughter-in-Law had a tiny black poodle named "Brandee" which was like a child to her. She had Brandee when her first daughter Brittney was born, as you can see in this picture. Brandee went everywhere she went. Even up to see both sets of doggie "Grandparents". Just another part of her family. Since then has had 3 more children. She is a wonderful stay-at-home mother to all 4 of my grandchildren. She cried and cried for months about her "Brandee". I understood because this had happened to me just a few months earlier. Well, Brandee had hung in there for about 18 years and last fall she passed away in the night. It was her time to go, even though we don't ever want to lose them. I would like you to write up something pretty for a Memorial to Brandee and send it to her please. Anna U.

Spunky Kotel Spunky Kotel - October 15, 1997 to March 29, 2006 Our Spunky Kitty was a Sweet and Dear Family member. He started out his life on a rough note being that we bought him from a local pet store and he was reportedly 8 weeks old. We were so happy with our new bundle of Fuzz and quickly became concerned once at home he would not eat, and what he drank he threw up. As it turns out after a mad dash to our Trusted Vet...wee little Spunky was only 4 weeks old and his insides had not developed properly as yet. Several hours of treatments by our Vet and then being sent home with medications and special Kitty Formula we started to nurse little Spunky so he'd remain with us. This worked...! Next step was getting our Husky "Zeke" to understand that this new little Kitten was not his personal squeaky toy and in time with love and patience that worked too...they became the best of friends. At the ripe young age of 6 1/2 years old Spunky's rough start in life caught up with him, he had developed a lazy bowel, meaning he needed Vet. treatments for removal of impact bowel about every 6 months and was placed on a special diet and medication "Fiber" to assist in him leading a normal kitty life. This process was a daily event in our home and just became second nature to my fine furry friend and I. He would spend his afternoon curled up in my lap, purring his little heart out and of course welcoming soft scratches and scrubs under his chin, ears and spine....his favorite spot to sleep was at the top of my pillow every night. I would fall asleep to the sweet sound of his purring motor and his gentle paw on my head. Yesterday, March 29.2006 our sweet family member and friend made his Journey to Rainbow Bridge with me by his side. His problem became so severe and it happened that way so fast that there was nothing our Vet could do except aide him in having a peaceful Journey, and that he did. Sweet Spunky will be missed and never ever forgotten...Yesterday We lost a Friend, a Buddy, a Family member and someone We shared our most personal inner thoughts with. We do however take comfort in knowing he is now, no longer in any pain and is back in the company of our Husky "Zeke" whom we said goodbye to on Jan 11, 2005. We miss them both...and will always cherish our time together forever. Bobbie and Steve in Saratoga Springs, New York

Sammie Sammie Sammie was my parents little schnauzer. She lived a long life and passed away on Monday, March 27, 2006. I know my folks miss her a lot. Mom remarked it was the first time ever to not have a some sort of pet in the house. We have always had cats and dogs in the house growing up....but my sisters and I are grown and away from home for a long time now. So mom and dad had their little Sammie to love and take care of but, with her being gone, they dont have one of these wonderful little canine creatures sharing their home now.. Sammie was always a spazzy bundle of energy when I would visit. She had far too many toys for only one dog (as it should be). She slept with mom and dad in their bed at night...even though she snored as loudly as dad does!!. Sammie was famous for her trick in getting the day started EARLY....she simply insisted that everyone rise and shine. Luckily mom and dad are morning people!! Sammie was brilliant in terms of her "squirrel patrol" abilities. She was determined that no such creature ever enter into her backyard. She loved her walks and liked to try and find, of all things, bugs and dried up worms to nibble on if she was allowed. I think mom whole-heartedly discouraged this....but dad may have gotten a little kick out of it :) Of course Sammie was the queen when she would go to get groomed. All of the OTHER dogs had their little areas they were leashed at but not Sammie. She wandered about as she pleased. She got to sit on the nice comfy spot while the others did not. How she managed this arrangement in unbeknownst to me!! Sammie had a good life....and much love....When I learned that she had passed away, I right away thought of a certain angel in Heaven that I should call upon to greet her at the gates. Travis, my little boy and mom and dad's grandson, died just over 2 years ago. I knew that he would be the best one to find Sammie and get her acquainted to the ways of Heaven. So I am certain now that the 2 of them have hooked up and are doing just fine. That is a good... and comforting thought for all of us.

Sugar I recently had to put my dog "Sugar" to sleep. We had her for 15 yrs and we got her from the dog pound. Sugar was my heart, my soul, my best friend. I was probably 9 years old when we got her. She was the only one who brought me joy in my life. I would give her a thousand kisses a day. I know we had her a long time and we were fortunate because usually dogs don't live that long. I am thankful for the time my family and me got to spend with her. She was like another human being.....well we treated her like one. We got Sugar from the pound because we heard that Chihuahua's help asthmatic people. My older sister had asthma but I dont think it really helped by getting Sugar. I think my sister just grew out of it. It might not have helped my older sister, but it sure helped me to be the person I am today. Sugar made me happy so much and she probably didn't know it. She would always sleep in my bed with me. I just loved her being there. Her presence was better than anything in the world. We spoiled her to death. We gave her food all the time from the table and then she got fat so we had to cut back on it because it was unhealthy. I moved out of my parents house a couple times and I was so upset every time because I missed my babygirl sugar. Just not being able to see her everyday broke my heart. I remember when I was young, I use to let sugar sit at the kitchen table when I was eating breakfast and I would give her some of whatever I was eating. I only did this when I was alone because I knew my parents would be mad at me if they saw Sugar sitting at the table. I also remember when she used to chase after our neighborhood dog "Rusty. Those dogs would be running so fast it looked like they were running on there sides because you couldnt see there legs when they would turn a corner. I sure do miss the good ol days. Sugar loved to eat human food and she loved the sunshine and she loved the heat. She would always sleep all the way under the blanket and at first I was worried she would suffocate but all she wanted to do was stay warm. She would always sleep at my feet and if I moved her by accident, she would bite my toe. She loved to get patted on the butt so much she would walk over to me and stretch across my legs just so i would slap her butt. I guess it felt good to her skin. I thought it was so funny. Sugar loved the sunshine so much...sometimes I would catch her out there panting because it was so hot, but she didn't want to come inside. She had her own blankey and pillow and usually took over my blanket too. I didn't care though because I loved that little dog. I thought me and my dog had an understanding that I was supposed to die before she did because I knew I couldn't live my life without her. Apparently she wasn't listening that day. That was good ol Sugar and her stubborn self. She did what she wanted to and felt it unnecessary to listen to us when we told her to do something. We got another dog about 2 years ago. A Yorkie terrier named Windsor. Sugar and Windsor would always play fight. Sugar would always instigate the fights. She was so crazy. She would do some fancy footwork and then stand over him as if she was daring him to move. Also if Windsor tried to get on the bed with us, she would run him off. She was a bossy lil ol dog but I loved her to death no matter what she did. We took her to the vet only if she was sick because she hated to go to the vet. She would always be coughing and freaking out when we would put her in the car to go to the vet. I guess it was because the only place we took her when we put her in the car was to the vet. She wasn't much of a traveler anyways so when she was in the car, she knew exactly where she was going. I moved out of my house on Feb 6th, 2006 and that following Wednesday Feb 9th, my mom calls me and tells me I need to come see Sugar because she wasn't doing well. I was confused because 3 days ago when I was there with her, she was fine. I went to see her that morning and she was so weak. she wouldn't eat anything and would throw up what little she did eat. I thought maybe she just had a virus or something. She had lost a lot of weight and now that she wasn't eating she was losing more. When we took her to the vet, the doctor said he was going to give her some antibiotics to see if that would help her but he said that he didn't think it would and that her kidneys were failing her and that if it didn't help then we would have a decision to make. Of course, that's not what I wanted to hear, and I knew for sure that the meds were going to help my babygirl. So a week went by, I went to see her every night and I stopped by a restaurant and by the store to try to get her to eat anything. She did eat a little chicken and some Vienna sausages and some yogurt and pudding. I just knew she was going to get better. Later that week I couldnt get her to eat anything. She would just sleep all the time. I couldnt believe it. I couldnt believe the meds weren't helping and her life was coming to an end. I was in so much denial. I just knew she was going to make a miraculous turn around. Well the day she was supposed to go back to the vet for a checkup, I just figure maybe they would give her some other meds to try and help her. I was at work that day and my mom called to see if I was going to go to the vet with them. I was like yea Ill go. Then my mom said that she was going to put her to sleep because there was nothing else she knew to do. The words that I never wanted to hear were spoken. It was like someone had punched me in my stomach. I knew we would eventually have her put to sleep but I just didn't think so soon. I started crying at work because I couldnt believe I was fixing to put my babygirl to sleep. I got off work early to go spend a little time with her before we left to go to the vet. My mom had her locked up in the bathroom because she was throwing up everywhere. I opened the bathroom door and there she was just sleeping. I started crying because I knew what was going to happen that day. I just picked her up and carried her to my room and just held her and cried. It was such a beautiful day outside that day. It was like 70 degrees and sunny. I know how much Sugar loved the sunshine so I took her outside one more time. I just let her stand there in the sun and then she started shaking because she was cold. So I took her back inside and just sat with her until it was time to go to the vet. My mom, my sister, my step dad, and me went with Sugar to the vet. My sister and I sat in the backseat with her. I was trying my best to keep it together but all of a sudden I started crying and hyperventilating because I was so upset. I looked at Sugar and she was just looking around wondering what all the commotion was. When we got to the vet we just sat in the room waiting for the doctor. Sugar was walking around like nothing was wrong with her. She ran over to my sister and my mom and they were petting her and then she came back to me as if she knew something was wrong. She wanted me to save her and protect her...I just put her in my lap and was kissing her and telling her I was sorry and that I loved her. I didn't want to let her go when they came in to do what they had to do. They gave her a shot to put her to sleep. After that was done, we wrapped her up in her blanket like a baby. I carried her out. She was so heavy considering she only weighed like 10 pounds. On the way home i couldnt believe what had just happened. I felt like a murderer. I felt like I had killed her when it really wasn't her time to go. I still thought that she just had a virus. When we got home my step dad dug her grave while me and my sister laid on the bed with our dead dog. I swear on my life that I saw her breath. I started to freak out because I thought she was still alive. I just sat there and stared at her waiting for any sign of life. No sign though. She just laid there. When the grave was finished I carried her outside. I had bought her this little baby blue blanket from Wal-Mart a couple of months ago. We wrapped her in that and then we wrapped her in her big Charlotte Hornets blanket. When we got to the grave I just knelt down and held her and talked to her. Her head was all rolling around because I wasn't used to having to support it. I gave her 3 or 4 kisses on her snout because she never would let me do that when she was alive. She would always turn her head when I would try to kiss her on her snout. I kind of laughed because I was talking to Sugar and I told her that she never let me kiss her on her snout. Once again, I thought I saw her breathe. I was like "oh my god". I stared at her once again making sure that she wasn't alive. She didn't move though. My mom told me we could keep her out of the grave for a little while longer if I wanted to make sure she wasn't alive, but I knew if I kept her out longer that I would imagine it again and that my mind would be playing tricks on me. I told Sugar I love her and that I was so sorry for doing this to her and gave her to my step dad to put in the grave. I buried my heart that day. I felt so empty. I just wanted to die with her that day. I didn't feel like going on with life anymore nor did I have any reason too. The one thing that brought me joy and happiness was gone. That was on February 16th, 2006 that we put her to rest. Everyone says she was suffering and that we did the right thing for her but to this day I still feel like a murderer. Today is March 30th, 2006 and the pain has not gone away at all. If anything I think it hurts worse. I cry everyday because I miss my babygirl so so so much. I have had dreams that she was still alive and I have had a dream where they tried like 3 different things to put her to sleep but she was running around like the drugs didn't even phase her. I was so happy in the dream because I knew there was nothing that could put my dog to sleep. I was so proud of her being a strong dog and fighting the drugs in the dream. We are fixing to get a headstone for her real soon. My sister and I are trying to come up with a message we want to put on there. Neither of us have any idea what we want to put on there. I mean there is too much that I can say about Sugar. It all wont fit on a headstone. I plant pretty flowers on her grave every time I go to my parents house. I say hey and tell her I love her and I miss her and that I'm sorry for doing that to her. I would give anything to have her back. I would gladly give up my life just so she can have hers back. She was a great dog and didn't deserve to go out like that. She should have gotten to live longer. Her health should have been better. I'm so angry at myself because I feel I could have done something to her to prolong her life. I blame myself for what has happened. I dont think I will never get over her death. She will always remain with me, all of the memories, all of the good times we had together. Ill never forget her and no other dog will ever take her place. If I could go back in time I would have never put her to sleep. I miss her so much now and I wish she was here so I could hold her and kiss her and tell her I love her. Well I just wanted to write and tell you about my special little babygirl named "Sugar." RIP My sweet lil babygirl. ~Sarah

Bonkers MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER BONKERS NOVEMBER 16, 1991- AUGUST 23,2005 A HEART OF GOLD STOPPED BEATING, YOUR WARM BODY A STILL. GOD BROKE MY HEART TO PROVE HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST. GOD KNOWS YOU HAD TO LEAVE ME BUT YOU DID NOT GO ALONE. YOU TOOK MY HEART AND PART OF ME WITH YOU............. YOU WERE GIVEN TO ME OVER 11 YEARS AGO, WITH NO EYES AND A HEART OF GOLD YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND. YOU WERE THERE FOR ME IN MY TEARS AND LAUGHTER. WE TRAVELED TOGETHER EVERYWHERE. AS YOU SAT ON YOUR PILLOW BETWEEN THE TWO FRONT SEATS. YOU WERE A MOTHER TOO YOUR OWN PUPS AND ALSO TO THE GOATS, CHICKENS, AND KITTENS. WE SPENT MANY WARM DAYS OUTSIDE WHILE YOU HELPED ME PLANT NEW FLOWERS. WHEN I HAD TO GO SOMEWHERE THAT U COULDN'T GO YOU ALWAYS GREETED ME AT THE DOOR WAGING YOUR TAIL AND SO HAPPY. WHEN YOUR BODY STARTED TO WEAR DOWN IN JUST TWO WEEKS I NEVER GOT MYSELF PREPARED . YOU WERE SO STRONG WILLED THAT I NEVER THOUGHT U WOULD GO. I HAVE SO MUCH PAIN AND QUILT INSIDE OF ME. FOR LEAVING YOU THAT MORNING. I NEVER GOT TO SAY GOODBYE OR EVEN GIVE YOU THE BURIAL THAT YOU DESERVED. I DIDN'T WANT TO PUT YOU IN THE GROUND. A PLACE THAT IS SO COLD. BUT I HOPE YOU WILL FORGIVE ME AND KNOW THAT I WILL LOVE YOU FOR EVER. I HOPE ONE DAY GOD WILL LET ME SEE YOU JUST ONE MORE TIME. AND I WILL PRAY FOR THAT EVERYDAY. SO REST IN PEACE MY ANGEL AND KNOW IM WITH YOU ALWAYS.

Nick This is my dog Nick, I had to put him down after 18 wonderful years together from the local animal shelter at 8 months old. He was my friend before I was married and was our friend after I got married. He was a family member so he was allowed on the furniture, he lived the life of Riley. He watched over my 2 children as they played in our yard. When he was 18 his little body stated failing and I felt it wouldn’t be fair to keep him alive for my benefit so I had him put down. Through the years he was part of our family, he ate Thanksgiving dinner with us, Christmas dinner with us and also liked pizza. He never begged but always knew there was a treat for him if someone didn’t finish their dinner. The vet said he was living on love and I miss my little Nicknack Padiwhack! I wrote the poem on the picture as a tribute to his life and truly cherished his loyalty and friendship. Thanks for listening, Dan Z.

Amber OCTOBER 12, 2005 WE LOST OUR DEAR POMERANIAN, AMBER. SHE WAS OUR LITTLE DOG. BUT MORE THAN THAT SHE WAS LOVE, HAPPINESS, SMILES, AND FUN ALL WRAPPED UP IN A LITTLE RED/ORANGE COAT OF LONG HAIR...WE HAVE HER IN OUT HEARTS AND MINDS ALL THE TIME. WE WILL ALWAYS THINK OF HER AND NEVER FORGET HER FROM A SMALL PUPPY CHRISTMAS PRESENT TO THE TIME WHEN SHE HAD KIDNEY FAILURE AND PASSED INTO DOG HEAVEN...LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU...MOMMY & DADDY SENT BY ANNA & ALBERT U.

Beamer Beamer March 10, 1992 - October 3, 2005 .... Always in my Heart....

Clarisse I WILL NEVER LOVE ANOTHER LIKE I DID CLARISSE... She was only eight weeks old when I got her and we decided to call her Clarisse, after Jody Foster in "Silence of the Lambs". I know now how lucky I was to have a wonderful 13 years with her. She was the queen of the house who slept on my bed or rather was it her bed and I could swear that she was human sometimes??? I remember how sad she would get when I would leave the house every morning but then I remember how happy she would be when I would get home as if she hadn't seen me for years! I never felt alone with her by my side, she was my strength and comfort in my pain when I lost my mother and when I lost a dear friend to AIDS, and she was there during all the toughest times and hardest breakups. I will always remember her licking my tears and giving me kisses to make it all better. She was also there during the best year of my life, my daughter, Luna's first year. I really felt Clarisse was human, she was like my first-born daughter and she was also a great mother to her children, Webster & Boo. It was hard when I lost my two oldest dogs, it used to be a family of six dogs, Clarisse, Yogi, Snuggles, Webster, Boo & Mona. The two oldest being Yogi & Snuggles who died two years ago and then her son Webster who died in November of last year from an accident and I knew then that happened to prepare me for something worse. Only a few months after her son died, Clarisse was diagnosed with cancer. She had grown a malignant fibro-sarcoma in the back of her jaw which couldn't be removed completely even by removing her jaw and chemotherapy would have given her a few extra months but not a good quality life, so they gave her 2 months because of how aggressive this tumor was growing and at that point, all I could do is keep her comfortable. Well she lasted 3 1/2 months and I consider myself lucky to have had that time with her and that I was there with her until the end. She had gone from 16 pounds down to 11 pounds because she was eating less and less every day and the tumor had also caused her to go blind. Then a few days ago, she fell off the bed because she couldn't stay still and she was throwing up the little bit she was eating and I looked at her and I didn't see the same Clarisse so I knew this was it even if she didn't complain because she was sedated. So I didn't want her to die a painful death and I didn't want her to die alone so I decided to do the right thing by putting her to sleep and be with her until her last breath. Let me tell you, it was the hardest thing I have ever done and if it wasn't for my daughter, Luna, I don't know how I would have made it through this...and believe it or not, this has been the biggest loss after the loss of my mother. Unfortunately my daughter, Luna will never remember Clarisse since she was only 13 months old when Clarisse passed away... but she will have Clarisse's son, Boo and her granddaughter, Mona. I just want to say I will never love another dog like I did her and she will always be with me wherever I go because she is in my heart. Thank you, Clarisse, for giving me all the love you did and preparing me for motherhood. Your job is done here and now you are an angel of God who will always be watching over me.

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