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It has taken me a year to come to grips with the fact that my baby girl
Katelyn has passed on. I would like to say Thank-you from the bottom of my
heart for doing a wonderful job with her. Our story is below.
I got Katelyn when she was 6 weeks old. I kitten-napped her from a very
abusive owner. Her owner would kick her and throw her across the room. I
couldn't let that continue to happen. As she got older I came to realize
that she really didn't like men. Her abusive owner was a man. Katelyn was
known as a real momma's girl. She would see me off to work every morning and
be waiting at the door for me every evening. She was the only cat that I
ever had that gave me kisses on the nose. Katelyn and I went through thick
and thin together. She was always there to comfort me.
As she got older and in her golden years, the usual problems started in that
came with age. 2-3 years before she passed she had a tumor removed that
turned out to be cancer. We kept a close eye on her with check ups every 6
months and she stayed cancer free. I thought that when she passed, that was
going to be what did it. It turns out that when I went out of town last year
for a simply weekend getaway, she had a stroke. Fortunately, she was at the
vet's office when it happened. She was on the best hands next to mine. Well,
least to say, that lead to dementia, blindness and seizures. A week later
her kidneys failed. At this point I had tried everything in my power to make
her better and it didn't work. I had no choice but to let her go. I couldn't
stand to see her in pain.
It was exactly 1 year ago today that I had to let my baby go. I cried for
days. I slept with her blanket at night and even wore her collar on my wrist
as a bracelet. On Mother's Day 2007, my husband took me out and surprised me
with a tattoo of her paw prints on my shoulder blade. She is always with me
now not only in memory and spirit, but in ink as well. For mine and my dog's
sake, my husband and I went to Leid Animal Shelter and adopted a kitten on
Memorial Weekend last year. Her name is Kimba and she has been a great help
for all of us in the healing process. She can never replace Katelyn, but,
she is loved just as much.
I have attached a photo of Katelyn. If you would like to post it on your
site with any part of this you are more then welcome to.
Thank-you again for all you did for my baby girl.....
Sincerely,
All of your funny antics, Licking our
heads, sleeping on your back, going crazy for bananas
Having to get in every box and brown bag
we came home with. I know I will see you again someday.
You are constanly in my heart and head and
always will be. I know you are in a beautiful place.
Love Mommy, Daddy, Sinbad, Grandma and
Grandpa XOXOX
Michelle I have had my dog about three years now. His name is Simba. I adopted him from an animal shelter in Las Vegas. I loved him so much. I got him in April of 2003 and he had a couple seizures after I got him. Then, this month, January 2006, he had another seizure. It did not last very long. The next morning he had another one and it lasted awhile. His heart had stopped beating for about a minute. We rushed him to the animal emergency hospital. They had to put him in an oxygen cage and told me he had a heart disease. I could either have a test run, and they said he probably would not make it through the test, or I could put him to sleep. Which they told me would be the best thing to do. So I chose to do that. It was the hardest decision i have ever had to make. Now everything around me reminds me of him. I miss very much. I am having him cremated. I know he is in a better place now as hard as it is for me, it is best for him. Katherine
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KEEYEE
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Keeyee's Photo We got Keeyee 11 years ago when he was just a kitten. Je was being abused by my Sister’s Son so I took Keeyee away from him. For 11 years he had the run of our house, well it was his house, he just let us live there. He was the most amazing little guy. He would roll over on command and when he would meow at me everybody that heard it swore he said Mama. He would come into the bathroom with me when I would brush my teeth and jump up on the counter and I would give him some toothpaste and he would take a lick of it like he was brushing his chomps like Mama was. When we would take a bath or a shower he would always come in and with a panicked voice start meowing like a screech owl and looking at us with such a concerned look on his face like to say “Are you alright?”. Like as if because he did not like water, that it was hurting us somehow. He would play tag with My son Ricky who Keeyee thought of as his Boy I would say go see Boy and he would run right to my Son. Keeyee was unique his fur would change color or tone if you will, when he was happy excited or doing his best to wrestle your arm into submission his fur would turn frosted white on the tips like he had been sprayed with snow and when he was angry or not feeling well his coat would turn dark almost a burnt orange color like in this picture he was not happy because we were taking pictures of him and he was trying to sleep. I have a disease called Hepatitis C and when it would flare up or the depression that accompanies it would set in, Keeyee would be right there with me giving me every bit of love he has. He was an Angel to us and he loved my Son more than you could imagine. There was something very special between them. I was his Mama but Ricky was his Boy. 2 months ago Keeyee started acting different and his eating slowed down he began to loose weight so we took him into the Vet and she told us he had Cancer and it was throughout his entire little body. She told us it was a matter of time and I asked her “is he suffering? Because if he isn’t, I do not want to take one precious moment away from him or us but if he is, then I do not want to add one minute to it. She said no he was not but she explained the signs we should look for and that when they began, it would be time to bring him in and so we took him home and he did ok for a little while. The Meds that the Vet gave us helped him to go potty and eat better but almost 3 weeks ago he went downhill he lost 3 pounds in a matter of 1 week and he could not eat anything at all. So on the 7th of January, we took him to the Vet and Our littlest love went peacefully to sleep in His Boy’s arms where he always loved to be. We had him Cremated and we'll be getting him back home by Saturday. Keeyee my Littlest Love my Precious PPLee you will never be replaced nor forgotten Mama and Boy love you very much and I know that you are curled up and purring in Jesus' Lap just like I told you that you would be Baby Boy, and we can’t wait to see you again in Heaven. We Love you Yeemans, Your Mama and Boy. Becky and Ricky San Jose, California, USA
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CHARCOLE
View Charcole's Photo I was only six years old when Charcole became a part of our family. My Mom and I went to look at a litter of free kittens and we both picked one out. Charcole was a beautiful gray and white cat with a (dog & human) personality. She was always everyone's favorite and just looking at her would make you laugh. Her favorite thing was Cat Sip which we called Sup. She had her own little bowl (actually a few) in the kitchen next to the fridge. Whenever someone would walk into the kitchen Charcole would immediately start meowing at the top of her lungs for Sup. So, in order to enter the kitchen you had to pay the Sup Toll. My Dad wakes up every morning at 6am and as soon as Charcole would hear the coffee maker grind the beans, she came running knowing she could sucker Dad into giving her some Sup. No matter where you were in the house, if she knew you were in the kitchen or even walking by the kitchen, she would come running! On August 11, 2005 we took my sweet baby to the vet. Two days prior she had begun to breath hard and by that morning she was panting and drooling. We figured the vet would give her a shot and some meds and she would be fine. She was always getting sick due to fleas or allergies. Tragically, our vet told us there was nothing he could do to save her. I didn't want her in anymore pain so my Mom and I asked for him to put her to sleep. I couldn't stay in the room but I had to say goodbye. He brought Charcole out and I wiped the drool from her mouth and pet her and gave her a kiss one last time. My birthday is in about two weeks so for my birthday my parents are having her cremated so I will always have her with me. She is so precious to me. So many days I was too depressed to get out of bed, but I knew she was downstairs waiting to see me. She made my dark days bright and always made me smile. I still can't believe she's gone. I will always hold her close to my heart. I love you cheepee!! You'll always be my baby! Liz,
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CATIE 1983- APRIL 08, 2005 Catie Cat lived a long life of 21 years (almost 22 years)! I was just 10 years old when Catie came into my life. We were just meant to be together from the beginning! My aunt's cat had a liter of kittens and found homes for the kittens. My mom wanted one of the male kittens, but by the time we went to claim one of the kittens, Catie was the only one left, so we 'settled' for her, or she 'settled' for us! Catie has brought joy to myself and others over the years. Believe it or not, Catie was raised by a poor family. Her mother was a Detroit alley cat and during my childhood, Catie and I were raised by a single mother in Detroit! I think this goes to show that love is stronger than money! When I was 15 years old, Catie went outside and did not come back, we didn't know what happened to her and didn't think we'd see her again. Believe it or not, when I was 17 years old, my brother was on our front porch and Catie came onto the porch after being gone for over 2 years! My brother recognized her immediately and let her in the house and she went back to her routine as if she never left! I don't know where she went, but she looked healthy when she came back home and my mom and I believe she lived with someone for those 2 years. Catie was a people cat and very loveable! I don't know who she lived with for those 2 years, but I know she brought joy to whoever she lived with. As I said earlier, she and I were just meant to be together and she came home! Catie has been like an angel watching over me since she's been in my life. I believe we would've ended up together no matter what. It's as if she knew she had to take care of me! There were times when we didn't live together later. She lived with my mother while I lived with my aunt while I was in college. After I graduated from college in 1999, Catie moved back in with me! In 07/2001, my husband, Catie and I moved to Las Vegas. We were concerned about her traveling in the moving van from MI to Las Vegas, but she did just fine. She was such a strong cat. We traveled for 3 days from MI to Las Vegas. Catie has seen me go through many changes from my childhood to graduating high school, graduating from college and buying my first house a little over 2 years ago. I feel very fortunate to have had Catie in my life. She was healthy up until about 4 months ago. She has never been to a vet for being sick up until 4 months ago at 21 years old! She was eventually diagnosed with kidney disease and cancer. The topic did come up of getting her put to sleep, but I didn't want to have to put her to sleep. I wanted her to either live forever! or die peacefully in her sleep. Catie's behavior changed these past 4 months and we had her on an appetite stimulant, which I believe did wonders because she started eating again, sometimes up to 2 1/2 cans a day. The day before she died, she was looking for a hiding spot. She went behind the TV, and then laid down on the shelf of the TV. The next day, she was still laying on the TV shelf, I gave her canned cat food and tuna water (which she loved!) before leaving for work. When my husband and I got home that day, she was laying on the back of the couch looking out the window! I initially thought she was feeling better, because she hasn't been on the couch in 4 months. I checked her food and she really didn't eat much of the cat food, but sure enough, she drank all of her tuna water! My husband and I sat on the couch and watched TV and Catie just laid on the back of the couch looking out the window. An hour later, I heard her bump her head on the window, and I instinctively picked her up and just knew it was her time. She lay on my lap and about 10 minutes later, she was no longer breathing. She died peacefully on my lap and I wouldn't have wanted in any other way. I am grateful that on her last day, she had the strength to drink her tuna water (her favorite) and look out the window! I believe she enjoyed herself on her last day! Catie is also special to my husband. She is my husband's first pet and he grew to love her! Catie grew to love him as well! The day after Catie's death, my husband and I were sitting in the living room and all of a sudden, I noticed a rainbow on the ceiling and the blinds were closed! I believe Catie was sending us a message. Even in death she thinks of others first and is taking care of me! We miss and love you Catie! You will be with us forever! Thank you for taking care of me, you will always be my mama! Holly and Arun Kalavakolanu
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SCOOBIE-GIRL
View Scoobie-Girl's Photo My girlfriend and I have been together for seven years. Since before we got together, she has always wanted a Great Dane. Our anniversary falls on Valentine's Day. Just two weeks before, the right puppy found us. She was born Jan. 29, and was the first to arrive. I found out about the litter about a week and a half following the birth. When they were described to me over the phone, I knew which one I wanted. When I met the litter for the first time, I immediately gravitated to the one I heard about on the phone, not yet realizing they were one and the same. She was the only one I picked up and the bond between us two was immediate on both parts. Until this time, I had planned on getting my girlfriend a piece of jewelry. Immediately, I knew that this precious gift couldn't be more perfect. The first thing I said when I saw her was "She's perfect!" For the next two weeks, I visited puppy (it was up to my girlfriend to name her) every other day, telling my girlfriend I was working late. It was every other day because on the other days, I had dialysis treatments after work. I bonded with puppy and got her accustomed to my scent even before her eyes were open. On Valentine's Day/our anniversary, the owner allowed me to bring puppy home for a few hours to present to my girlfriend. She cried tears of joy immediately. The first thing she said when she first held her, "She's perfect". From then until last night, she, I or both visited puppy (now named Scoobie-girl) all of the time. We were supposed to go over again last night until we received a call from the breeder. While they were out, the mommy apparently stepped on or rolled on top of, Scoobie-girl, breaking her back. She died. We are having her cremated and her ashes will remain with us and will always be part of our family, held in our heads and hearts. Next to me getting a donated kidney, my girlfriend said she never wanted anything as much as she wanted Scoobie-girl, her perfect angel puppy. Hopefully, we can find another puppy that Scoobie-girl would approve of and would want us to love as much as we love her.
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KAZ In Loving Memory of 'Kaz', The 13year old Welsh Corgi who brought so much joy to so many hearts. I held my four legged kid 'Kaz' in my arms and sent him to God’s heavenly home on the 22nd of Nov. 2004. The house is so quiet without the tippy-tap of his nails on the floor and I so miss him greeting me at the gate, charging up the stairs and sitting so pretty, waiting for his treat. I still cry when ever I think of him or even speak his name. He looked just like “Yoda” the day I picked him up from the airport, my son’s and I laughed joyfully at such a silly looking puppy! He was a proud boy who never needed a leash, he’d walk along the curb, trotting along ahead of us as if he owned the street, stop at the corner and wait till I told him to ‘Go’. ‘Cept the day a yard sprinkler got the better of him! The owner of the house watched us, laughing hysterically as two grown women tried to catch this elated, wet, short legged dog in his front yard. We were both soaked before the owner finally had to turn the water off to get him to go home. The Vets and assistants just loved him, described him as, ‘The tail that wagged the dog!’ He loved children so much that, if we were in the car and he saw a kid in the car next to us, he’d poke his head out the window and I swear he’d smile at them! If the child didn’t smile or wave or somehow respond, he’d climb in my lap, tuck his head under my chin for a hug and actually pout. When my Godson was little, Kaz would get a hold of his pant’s leg and drag him around the kitchen, James squealing and laughing delightfully. But the most amazing memory is, he had a habit of chasing everything out of his yard, something my ex-husband taught him. He never hurt them, just chased them, one squirrel and he made a game out of it for years. Then one summer a rabbit made a nest in the flowerbed in the backyard, when the babies started coming out I told him they could be there; that he was supposed to be nice to them and protect them; AND HE DID! He’d just lay and watch them and if one got too close to the opening under the gate, he’d herd them back toward nest and lay back down! I’ll miss him deeply for a long, long time. But I know he’s healthy and happy now, chasing BB (my 21 year old feline boy, gone 4 yrs now) and Kit (my 10 year old feline girl, gone 5 yrs. now) through God’s house now. Someday we’ll be together again and tears of joy will rain from the heavens. I only ever got one kiss from my boy, it was on the way to the Vet in that last hour of life here on earth. Thank You.... I Love You Kaz. Blondie… _,,,^..^,,,_
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LEO (Strange)
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February 14, 1997 thru November 17, 2004 Leo was a big 110 lb. lap dog and my boy since the day my husband and I adopted him and one of his sisters at 5 1/2 weeks old. He suddenly became sick on the 13 of November. By Wed. am he was in liver failure. To this very minute we can't figure out what happened and why. I am devastated and figured this might help me get through the hardest time in my life by sharing what a wonderful, beautiful, sweet loving boy he was. I will miss him everyday of my life from that moment he peacefully crossed over to the day we meet again. My family and I have lost one of the most loved dogs in our lives and his sister Sasha is very lonely. They had never been apart for more than 3 hours until Monday the 15th of November. I sure hope this gets easier because every day I am still crying and feeling lost and empty. Sincerely and God bless all who have lost, I am deeply sorry... Colleen Strange
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PUNKIE Punkie On July 18, 2000 Punkie came into our lives rather surprisingly. we already had 3 Labradors, Charlie, Samatha and Spencer (Spencer was Samatha's pup from her first litter). As it turned out, Spencer bred with his mother and she had another litter of 7 pups. We had opted not to keep any of the pups this time, but when the smallest of the pups was 4 1/2 weeks old he had his first of many seizures. He had already been promised to a friend of ours, but she decided not to take him. When he had his first seizure, we immediately took him to the vet, who by the way was new and was filling in for another vet. She asked to take him home with her for the night to watch him and in the morning asked again to keep him for the weekend as we were leaving town. This started a special relationship with Punkie and the vet. Over the course of the next 8 months we had Punkie to specialists to try to figure out what was causing the seizures and his stunted growth. Finally the vet referred us to the University of Florida veterinary school where Punkie was diagnosed with hydrocephalus. This is a congenital disorder of the brain where fluid gathers and causes mental and physical disorders. At that time we knew Punkie would never be normal and that he would be a lot of work. However, my husband and myself were already so attached to him that the thought of having him put to sleep never entered our minds. We had Punkie for 4+ special years during which time we nursed him during his seizures (every two weeks for the first 3 years, then we finally got his seizures under control) and several bouts with kidney infections. Punkie was never able to learn to eat or chew like a normal dog and was mostly blind as a result of the seizures. He was never able to be house trained and never barked. Occasionally he would make a sound like a cry when he was bored, but nothing more. He became the focus of our lives. He slept in a playpen in our bedroom every night and in the morning we would take turns getting up to get him up for his morning medicine and feeding (he had to have Phenobarbital 2 times a day, Prednisone once a day, Metamucil with every meal and a lot of antibiotics). A lot of times my husband would sit with him and spoon feed him when he wasn't feeling well. The vet said he wasn't in pain so that kept us holding on and doing anything and everything we could for him. Punkie was in no way normal for a dog, he didn't run and jump and he didn't chew, but he liked to nip a your ankles and legs and he would hop around like a rabbit when he was playing. We nicknamed him "Hoppy toad". He was such a needy soul and so full of love that he became the center of our lives so that everything we did had to have him in mind. We lost Punkie to a kidney infection that he had been fighting for 2 weeks on Nov.4, 2004. We both know that he is in a better place, but that doesn't help the hurt. The house is so quiet and our lives feel so empty without him. My husband and I were never able to have children, so Punkie became the child that never was. Our friends thought we were nuts and couldn't believe we would spend so much money and energy on a dog. We never thought of the money or the time because he needed us and we were determined to be there. Reading the other stories on this site, I can tell that there are a lot of animal lovers out there and have had to deal with the loss of their loved ones as well. I know they say it will get better with time, but even though I've lost pets before and time has healed the pain, this loss is so special that I find myself in a deep depression that I worry will not get better. Anyway, I just needed to share our story with other people who have felt such a great loss and maybe in doing so, it will help a little. Dave and Janet Smith Elkins
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SMOKEY (DUENAS)
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On October 23, 2004 I lost my best friend Smokey to cancer. He was the love of my life, and I will miss him forever. We were told Smokey had cancer in June of 2004 and that there was nothing that could be done to save him. He fought a brave battle for four months and never showed any pain. He loved to play and chase hot air balloons in our back yard. A vision I will treasure forever. My husband and I rescued Smokey when he was three years old, but what he doesn't know is that he rescued us. Our family was lacking something, and we didn't even know it, until the day we brought home our gentle giant. Smokey warmed our house and our hearts and our lives will never be the same without him. I hear time heals all wounds and that broken hearts will mend with time, right now I don't believe it. I miss my son, the way he greeted me at the door, the way he stared at the jar of cookies until I took them down, the way he leaned against me to be pet. |
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There are a thousand memories I
could share about my baby, all of which I'm so thankful to have. His favorite
song was "You are my sunshine" and he was mine, and now that he's been taken
away I don't think the sun will shine as bright again. I know he is waiting for
me on the Rainbow Bridge and I take comfort in the fact that one day we will be
together again. Until then my heart will always ache for him. I love you
Sunshine Bear!
Duenas Family
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BELLE I lost my Belle (Sept.2,2004). She was acting a little funny one night , and I assumed it had something to do with her food change. In the morning before work I checked on her as I always do, and something just wasn't quite right. I picked her up and hugged her. I told her how much I loved her and went off to work. Something all day was telling me to go home. So I did just that. When I got home Belle hadn't moved an inch. She was in her usual comfort spot and didn't even greet me at the door like she normally did. In a panic, I grabbed her favorite fuzzy blue blanket wrapped her up and raced to the vet's without a phone call even made. On the way we hit construction. We were at a stand still for a good 20 minutes. I could tell she was not well, she normally loved car rides and would dart back and forth to look out the windows to make sure she didn't miss a thing. Not this day, she layed in her blanket on my lap as we sat there stuck. Her eyes only slightly opened, my heart broke. I broke down right there. I hugged her, kissed her and told her how much she meant to me. Somehow I knew things just weren't good. When we arrived to the vet's and they took us right into an examination room without a moments wait. The doctor came rushing in. She knows Belle quite well from her bi-weekly grooming visits and adores her almost as much as I do. She checked her eyes and said they were white. With a brief exam the vet looked at me and said "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I think our little Belle (beauty) has a tumor that has ruptured beside her kidneys. With a more extensive exam it was confirmed. I had a tough choice to make. I could be selfish and allow her to come home with me and go at her own time, or I could do the humane thing and have her go off in a deep sleep where there would be no pain at all. At the moment, it was a tough choice. I opted to have her go the more peaceful way. I spent an hour and a half in that exam room as she was on pain meds crying and telling her everything I wanted her to know. Belle was with me through a lot of life's struggles. She helped me through the painful death of my childhood cat Hailey. No matter what life threw at me, as long as I offered a soothing neck pet, Belle would sit and listen to my complaints for hours. She is deeply missed by her animal brother and sister. She has a brother Hobbes (Retriever/Shepard X) that misses her on a daily basis. They used to chase each other around the house and knock plants over having a great time. He looks for her daily, and with obvious signs he shows me he misses her dearly. Her sister Moo Kow (Scottish Fold) came into our home as a little tiny baby, Belle instantly assumed the roll of Mom to her. Moo worshiped the ground Belle walked on. Moo would wait until Belle got into a restful sleep and then would start yelling at Belle to wake her up. Belle woke up every time to make sure her little Moo pot was ok. I miss Belle terribly. I would do anything in the world to bring her back into our family. The grief is almost unbearable and seems like it will never get easier. I light a white candle every day that sits beside Belle's beautiful picture. I tell her how much I miss her and how I can't wait to see her again almost like she's right beside me listening to my every word. I know she is in a better place now. I know I will see her again and that helps me get through everyday that I face without her. In Loving Memory of Belle
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DEXTER My dog Dexter meant the world to me for 7 wonderful years!!! I used to do everything with him than one day I noticed he had hardly touched his food so I felt his nose and it was warm. I figured it was probably just a cold and then 3 days later he wasn't eating anything so I took him to the vet and they said that it was his liver and he could have cancer. So the doctor just decided that he would open up his liver and see what's what but if he couldn't do anything he was just going to not wake him up from the anesthetic. So I agreed and I took him home and cried all night thinking I wouldn't see him again because the doctor said that he only has a 10% chance of living. I took him to the doctors the next day and went home expecting the worst phone call of my life and I did. The doctor called and said this isn't the phone call I wanted to make but Dexter has tumors all throughout his liver and I have to put him to sleep. I was a wreck and became depressed for a long time and went 2 days without eating but than after reading rainbow bridge, I found hope and let there be peace because I knew one day I would meet him again at the rainbow bridge. In memory of Dexter Dec/15/1996 - May/4/2004 Courtney
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TEE GEE (Oct 20 1988 to Nov 26, 2003) My loyal and very loved cat of 15 years. Thing that used to drive me
crazy: Things I now miss: In addition to:
I know he is in a better place
now and one day we will meet Nancy Lynch-Yates Concord, NC USA
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ROXXI
View Roxxi's Photo Oct. 16th, 2003 My Roxxi was the most wonderful dog in the world. When I first got her, she was 6 weeks old and very fragile. She was born in a barn to Midnight Maggie, her birth mother. She was so little. When I got her into my arms on Christmas morning she was shaking so bad and her little ears were cockeyed. Her big brown eyes were such a joy to look into. I sat her on the floor and the next thing I know, all fours were spread eagle. And she looked up at me as if to say "please help" and from that day on I knew that she would have my heart forever. Many things have happened to us throughout the years. The fiancée who gave her to me had left, and we were together just the two of us for about 3 years. We had a great time together. Playing and swimming, oh how she loved the water. Then I met my husband and step-daughter. What a joyous occasion. She looked over my step-daughter as though she was hers. And guided her if she did bad. Then in 2000 she was diagnosed with cancer. She had two surgeries and came through those like a trooper. Then all of sudden she was gone. God took her from me on October 14th, 2003. I am sitting here with only two days of grief and crying at the drop of a hat. It is so lonely when I come home from work. She was always there at the door to welcome me and to kiss me and tell me in her own way "boy did I miss you mom". Well, now that I am crying I have to wipe my own tears. Because she always did that for me, her way of comforting. And she had the greatest hugs. She would take her forehead and rest it in the middle of my chest and put just the right amount of pressure, and it felt like a real hug. Those were the greatest and I will miss that most of all. I am just glad that I had the opportunity to have such a wonderful companion and friend in my life. I will always have that void in my life. She is to be cremated and brought back home, then I will feel better, because I know that even though she is not here physically she will always be here mentally and in my heart. Thank-you Roxxi for being a huge part of my life. I will love you for ever and you will always be greatly missed. Lona Miller
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Sept. 19, 2002
My cat
Princess was born on March 25, 2001. I was there when she was born.
I loved her so much. My Mom always said that princess was my baby. I took
her to the vet on August 16, 2002, because she was sick. The next morning
I got a phone call saying that she had died. I cried a lot. The next
three days I was depressed. I talked to her every night. I told her
not to be sad or scared. And I told her that I was Sorry for not being the
best mommy for her. Since she left I miss everything about her. I
miss her meow, and the way she would welcome me home from school. And, I
thank her so much for coming into my life and for taking care of me. When
I was sick she would never go into my room to sleep. She would lay down
where I was to sorta watch after me. And now it is September 19, 2002, and today
I have gotten back her ashes. I have been asked before what was my most
valuable item. If my house would catch on fire tomorrow. I would not
grab my clothes nor my computer, or purse. I would grab her urn. And
I will always keep it with me until the day I die. And hopefully we will
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