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MILTON
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For Milton,
who held a piece of my heart in his paws from
February 13, 1996 to April 19, 2010
I was there the day you were born, right before Valentine's day. That day, you curled up into my heart, and made it your place. You have been with me on my wedding day, and when I came home from the maternity ward with Antoine. You were there when things got tough and I cried into your fur when at last the divorce was done. You were my rock, my jester, my puppy and my counsellor. Most of all, you were a bright light in my soul.
You know why I had to leave you with grandma when I relocated and you know how much I have missed you each and every day since.
Yesterday, after a long fight against your own heart, you left on the last journey and I could not be with you to hold your paw and say goodbye. I hope you forgive me for letting you down. I never meant it to be this way, and I always thought I would be with you at the end.
Mimitou, I will be waiting for you. In my dreams. Hoping for a little visit, a loud bark, your beautiful eyes looking at me with all the doggy wisdom in the world. Wherever you are, I hope we can be together again. Someplace, some way...
I love you.
Anne Geurts
MOBEY
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Mobey
Mobey was two years ten months old when he passed away on February 20, 2010 of liver failure. Mobey was a quiet and thoughtful boy who was loved deeply by everyone who met him. His character resembles the gentle and wise lion Aslan of the Chronicles of Narnia. Just like Aslan he touched our spirits deeply with his love and divinely kind presence, when he left us to go to a better place we found it so hard to let him go.
His memory lives on in our hearts and his presence is strongly felt in the kindness and love he gave all of us during his short six months with us.
We Love You and Think of you often, Mobey our Child, Comforter, Love and Teacher.
Ashleen Alexandra Daykin
MR. MILES
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Mr. Miles is gone now but in my thoughts still. He and his brother, Mr. Davis came to live with me on the 28th of September 1991, the day Miles Davis the musician died, so their names were a foregone conclusion!
Miles was very handsome and knew it! He could also be kind of ornery, just like his namesake but he was extremely talented too. Not at tricks as such, but just being a great big handsome cuddlebucket, as long as it was on his terms! He had a strange creaky kind of meow which I hear to this day. When he was just a few months old he fell from a window and broke his back leg quite badly, he was very brave and pulled through but he had to put up with a lot. Then when I moved in 1994 he managed to get lost for six weeks in the new neighbourhood but I never gave up hope and eventually he was found. He was skin and bone as fending for himself obviously wasn't his forte but from the day he came home he never went more than fifteen feet from the building or his food dish!
He was the king of the house and all the other cats knew it. It was a relatively benign dictatorship as long as none of us stepped out of line. He was such a character, loved and missed to this day. He lived with me for almost 16 years but will be in my heart until the day I die, when I hope I'll see him again.
~ Carol Downes
MUFFIE
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Muffie a.k.a. Queenie
I just want to take a few moments to express my grief for the loss of our beloved cat Muffie also known as Queenie. We adopted Muffie and Mr. Muscles (who unfortunately passed away several years ago) in August 1999 from a local shelter after the loss or our rabbit, Maggie May. Muffie and Mr. Muscles brought so much joy to our lives until Mr. Muscles suddenly feel ill and passed away in June 2002. After his loss, Muffie (Queenie) was always there for my husband and I. She brought so much to the house and made us laugh when we wanted to cry. We then adopted another cat from a shelter and well, Manuel and Muffie didn't always see eye to eye, they learned to get along. After a few years, we then adopted our 3rd cat, Big Kitty and our house was complete.
Since 2004 my husband and I were overjoyed to have all 3 wonderful (in their own way, of course) cats in our household. Muffie was always the boss and no one messed with her because when she wanted something, she got it. Muffie definitely earned that nickname of Queenie that's for sure. Even when my mom would watch the cats for us, Muffie was always right there wanting attention and food. Whenever we made chicken for dinner it was just understood, a piece must be saved for Muffie, oh how she loved her chicken.
Life was good until the dark day hit, September 3, 2009. The previous week and half we noticed that Muffie wasn't really eating as much as she use to and even though diagnosed with diabetes in 2008, she always had a hardy appetite. She started to look very thin, her back legs seemed shaky, her breathing seemed more difficult, and I guess the clincher was she no longer wanted that chicken. She then stopped eating and I called the vet immediately. She had a scheduled vet appointment already, but I was so concerned I made that emergency phone call. My husband dropped her off first thing in the am and we held out hope that it was just a little bug and she would be back before you know it. Her blood worked seemed to be very good, however the doctor was concerned as to why she was dehydrated and throwing up, but my husband and I were very hopeful, Queenie would be coming home the next day. Then September 3rd came, the vet called my husband in the morning and said the x-ray told the story, our beloved Queenie had cancer. The cancer had spread from her lungs to her stomach. My husband was kind enough to spare me the news until I got home from work. A decision had to be made and that was the worst thing possible. I thought "what happened here, she was fine only a week or so ago how could this happen". We confirmed with the vet and it was true, she was filled with cancer and the only thing was to attempt a feeding tube but since she kept throwing up they couldn’t insert it. There was no hope, so at approximately 6:40 PM EST, our so very much loved pet was gone.
As I sit here crying, I hope that my story will touch someone else going through a similar experience. I know they say it will get easier in time and I know that is true, but right now all I feel is sadness. In the end, all I want to say is I so very much miss my Queenie.
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MORTIMER
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June 14, 2009
Sir Mortimer, distinguished member of the White Westie Club, peacefully crossed the Rainbow Bridge today. He was 12+ years young. He will be deeply missed by many friends in addition to his mom & dad, Sid Korpi and Anthony Kaczor. In his last hours, Mr. Mortimer was breathing heavily with intense physical pain from a severe eye infection; yet his biggest concern was for his devoted human mom, who is in the process of publishing a beautiful book she's written, titled "Good Grief: Finding Peace After Pet Loss" (Healey House Press).
Mortimer has left us physically, but we very much feel his strong presence as he beams love to the other two Westies in the family (Keely & Blanche), the cats (Giles & Xander), and the finches (Atticus & Scout). He's in a place of indescribable joy now, completely free of pain, romping like a puppy with Ludwig & Tuppence. Blessed be, Mortimer. We will always love you.
MAX
Our dear, sweet Max. You were with me from the day I was born and were as familiar to me as Mom and Dad. You always looked out for us and protected us and it sure feels strange without you. We tell funny stories about you and remember you fondly and with lots of love. I hope you're more comfortable now and I know I'll see you when I arrive in heaven. You were so gentle and kind and we'll always love you and miss you. Please remember my hugs!
Maggie Lange
MO
Our sweet Mo passed away June 25, 2007. My heart has been broken since that day. He was such a clown and oh how spoiled. He loved his family with a love like no other. He was our constant companion. I called him our "shadow."
He loved his family, but I have to say that food was his second passion! He could hear a potato chip being dropped on the floor from the opposite end of the house. He was always doing something to make us laugh.
Mo was in much pain for the last year of his life and his health steadily declined. We chose to keep him at home and hold him for the last hours of his life. He died in my arms.
Everyone that knew Mo loved him. It makes us smile just to think of him. I know he'll be waiting for us in heaven. We miss you little man.
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You're forever loved and missed,
Denise/Ken Powers and family
MISSY
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My cat Missy had a very humble beginning. I was on my way to work one spring morning, and heard a very faint "mew" coming from a dumpster next to the apt where I lived. I went over to investigate. There inside was a litter of kittens, all passed away but one. They were newborn, less than 10 days old, eyes still shut. I took the little survivor inside, fed her, placed her on a heating pad, and left for work (I had no choice).
On the drive home I was thinking of where to bury her, for surely she would be dead on my return. She was not dead but HUNGRY! I fed her, and in a few days her eyes popped open to see me, and we bonded so big time. She was rambunctious, running thru the house doing back flips off the sofa.
As she grew older my life changed, and I started traveling extensively as part of my job. She has been with me to nearly every state. My faithful companion. Working the night shift, sometimes on my days off, I would not be able to sleep. Missy would be patient until she got oh so tired. Then she would come to the chair where I was sitting, tap me on the knee, as if to say "excuse me" meow at me and take off down the hallway towards the bedroom. When I wouldn't follow she would come back sit halfway down the hall so I could see her, and meow urgently. If I still didn't follow she would come back tap me on the knee with a outstretched paw, and repeat until I finally got the hint. Missy always knew if something wasn't "right." If I had a loss, if I was upset and felt like bawling she would get up on my chest and head butt me and purr. She would take her tiny paw and reach out and caress my face ever so gently.
As the years wore on Missy got older too. At 20 yrs old, she had trouble eating. The vets had no idea what was wrong except she is "just old". While away from home on an assignment, Missy became gravely ill. My neighbor who watched her because she could no longer go with me, rushed her to the vet. I work in a hospital, and I wasn't allowed to leave to come home. I had to wait until my day off. Sadly. Missy passed away one day before I got home. If love could have prevented her passing, she would still be here with me. I miss you sooooo Much Missy Mew!!!! Mark Austin
MURPHY
Murphy Garris
September 20, 1997 – September 1, 2008
Rest in peace, our dear sweet ‘big man’. You were and will always be our most devoted, loving, and faithful companion. Thank you for 11 wonderful years, Murphy. We will see you on the other side…
~Jill Garris
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MAXIE
February 26, 1996 - August 23,2008
We had 13 1/2 wonderful years together. We were a team. From the first day I brought you home to your last you were the most loving dog anyone could have hoped for. You had a smile on your face all the time, whether it was taking a ride in the car (which you loved), going to the beach and running in the ocean (which you loved), to going to your favorite 'spa' to get a bath (which you loved) or just hanging out on the street watching life go by and saying hello to everyone-dog and human. You were so so very special. I love you so much and miss you so much. I dream of getting those Maxie kisses. I miss you. You will always be my forever dog and I know we will be together again. Until then, you are in my heart.
Love,
Dad (Pete)
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MOLLY
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My dear sweet Molly,
You were such a tiny little dog weighing in at less than five pounds but you had a heart and spirit the size of Texas and everyone that met you just could not help falling in love with you.
Molly came into our lives two years ago when my daughter, Emily, rescued her from an elderly woman who could not take care of her. My initial reaction was, "Oh, No!!" She had a few health problems and needed a lot of dental work. But then she looked up at me with those big soft eyes and I could not resist. We brought her back to full health and loved every moment she was with us.
MABLE
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2002 - 2009 Mable was not the best trained or behaved dog, but she was the most loved and loving dog we have ever known. We would always call her “good girl’ which was rarely the case. Mable loved just being with us especially outside being a dog. She was taken much too soon. |
MOLLY
Love,
Mom (Laurie), Dad (Mike) and Evelyn (Evie) Wright
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