In Loving Memory of our Dear Friends
They were not just our pets, they were part of our families, our lives. They will be missed, but never forgotten.
This is my baby my pride and joy, Teesha the Boxer. She had two litters of babies; I have one of her sons. She brought a lot of happiness to our family for 9 years. Teesha developed congestive heart failure, which broke my heart. I had no choice but to put her to rest. I had her cremated so she will be with me again someday. Teesha was born December 9, 1990. She was taken away July 9, 1999. I will always miss my baby Tee.
Rainbow Bridge (Dedicated to Spanky)
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals that had been ill are restored to health and vigor. Those that were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you gaze once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart
Then you cross R a i n b o w B r i d g e together.....
P.J. was my Sweetheart. She was probably a Terrier/Schnauzer mix, but was definitely an earthly angel. P.J. had an excitement about life. She loved opening presents at Christmas and birthdays (any time, as a matter of fact). She always wanted to be wherever I was, and in the middle of whatever it was. Her sense of adventure got her accidentally left in the garage and behind other closed doors when I didn't see her follow me in. (She was always a good sport about it, though). She was always greeting me with her big eyes and special kisses. P.J. was losing her hearing, but she always knew my voice. She had cataracts and a large cyst on her side, but she was a real trooper. P.J. spent her last Christmas with me and then died after a fight with renal failure on January 6, 2001. She would have been 15 years old today, February, 28, 2001. Her life was full, and she brought joy to mine. She was dearly loved, and is missed so very much. This memorial is for you, sweetheart. Your memory will always be carried in my heart. I will always love you!!
Love, Cassie (Mommy)
This is Mattie. Although she was technically called a Blue Tick Coon Hound, we considered her human (and she did too!). Mattie was only 1 1/2 years old when we lost her, but she provided a lifetime of happiness to me and my husband during her short time here on earth. Since we have no children, she was our "firstborn." To be so young, she was such an extremely good dog—aside from a little drool her and there! The things that made her the happiest were when I would say: "Where's your baby?", "Do you want to go on a walk?", "Do you want a cookie?", "Do you want to go see Bogey?", and most of all "Look what I got!" And every night, she would curl up on the sofa with us to relax. It didn't matter that there was not enough room for all of us—she had to be right up next to both of us (and we wanted her there too!). I know we probably spoiled her a little too much, and looking back—I sure am glad we did!
We love you, Mattie! You will always be our Baby!!
Cindy and Kyle
In Loving Memory of Lillith Dunning
January 26, 1998 - February 7, 2001
Lillith died just after her 3rd birthday. We took her to our trusted vet to have her spayed. The vet decided to put her under even though she was having a panic attack, and she went into cardiac arrest. They tried to revive her but it didn't work. We will always love her and cherish the time we did have with her. She was and always will be our Lilly Bear.
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