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MISSY DOG I got Missy from the pound when she was just a puppy. I should have known how much she hated kennels, because she was curled up in the back of her's all scared. Today 7 years later she died because she was so afraid of the kennel. She was at the dog groomer's and escaped from her kennel. I went to pick her up & was told she had escaped. I found her an hour later. She had been run over & obviously died instantly. I keep looking around the house for her. She used to get so excited when I'd come home. She'd whine & wag her tail, even if I was only gone a few minutes. She was a the best dog, well behaved & so loving. I miss her so much. She will live forever in my happy memories. 
Pepper I, PepperII, Pepper III, SaltI, SaltII ,SaltIII To Pepper I, PepperII, Pepper III, SaltI, SaltII ,SaltIII not to forget Numorous mice . Most haveing sufferd the dreaded dauchsand DAISY the blood-thirsty ravonous minature, even though she's still alive, she still puts fear into every Hampsters heart. WE MISS YOU (I Still Love you Pep) Aaron. LADYBUG (1980-1994) To you our beloved dog we miss you . She was everybodys friend except the paperboy, but that's a diffrent story. We hope you are happy up there in the big blue sky with Jack. Your picture hangs on the wall this is our dedication to the best dog there ever is and was. Sadly missed by the entire Maille family. "Good luck and Godsped." Pepper II (a tribute to my Pep) (I thought of you while listening to the radio in the car the song was Puff Daddy.) {IT'S KINDA HARD WITH YOU NOT AROUND, I KNOW YOU'RE IN HEAVEN SMILING DOWN, WHATCHIN' ME AS I PRAY FOR YOU, EVERYDAY I PRAY FOR YOU, TILL THE DAY WE MEET AGAIN IN MY HEART IS WERE I KEEP YA FRIEND, MEMORIES GIVE ME THE STRENGTH I NEED TO PROCEED, STRENTH I NEED TO BELIEVE ,YOU'RE WHAT WORDS CAN'T DEFINE, I WISH I COULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME BUSSIN' THE SIX, SHOPPIN' NEW CLOTHES FOR KICKS, YOU AN ME TAKIN FLICKS MAKIN HITS CAGES THEY RECIEVED YOU IN STILL CAN'T BELIVE YOUR GONE GIVE ANYTING TO HEAR HALF A BREATH TO KNOW YOUR STILL LIVIN YOUR LIFE AFTER DEATH} (CHORUS 1) EVERY STEP I TAKE , EVERY MOVE I MAKE, EVERY SINGLE DAY, EVERYTIME I PRAY I BE MISSIN YOU. (GIRLS VOICE) SOMEBODY TELL ME OOOOHHHH ON AND OVER WHEN THIS LIFE IS OVER I'LL GO ON I'LL SEE YOUR FACE. (CHORUS2) EVERY NIGHT I PRAY. EVERY SINGLE DAY, EVERY MOVE I MAKE I BE MISSIN YOU. (CHORUS3) THINKIN OF THE DAY WHEN YOU WENT AWAY EVERY MOVE I MAKE, EVERY SINGLE DAY, EVERY NIGHT I PRAY I'LL BE MISSIN YOU OOOOHHHH YYAAAHHHHH } I LOVE YOU PEPPER I WISH YOU WERE HERE. (WHO ELSE LOVES YA BUT AARON MAILLE)
Jacob Aug. 1982 - May 1999 To our loving dog Jacob, who I brought home from our local pound when you were nine months old. You were our first baby, best friend and protector. Your heart was strong, but your body was weak. Your love for us would not let you sleep. We could no longer stand to see you suffer for us, so we told you that we loved you and would miss you dearly. We stayed with you until the end as you finally found the peace you deserved. We pray that all dogs do go to heaven, so that we may hold you again. Our lives were full for almost 16 years. We remember your first Thanksgiving, when every one was feeding you scraps. You were so full it looked like you were ready to explode. The fun times we had playing doggie in the bag. You loved it so much, that when you got out and found us you would go get the bag to start all over again. So many good times, and so our lives will never be the same without you. We will love you and miss you for the rest of our lives. Yours forever, Mommy & Daddy P.S. Thank you Jacob for all the years of unconditional love for me. You always knew when I was low and blue. I will miss you greatly. Love, Mommy
T.C. �To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die� We put our dear friend, T.C. to sleep on October 28th, 1998. He was my friend and companion of 12 years. T.C. was a sensitive cat who always seemed to know when I felt sad, down or lonely and who was there for me in the most loving and kind ways. It has been hard to reconcile myself to his passing. How can one judge a feeling? When every ounce of my being aches for him? How can I put into words how wonderful he was and how much he meant to me when to use words doesn�t do justice how wonderful he really was and how I really felt about him. How can one describe a rose by describing what its petals look like? Life is bigger than words. The softness of his fur and the absolute joy it gave me to bury my nose in it. The little utterly annoying little things that he did that drove me crazy, but that were so endearing they captured my heart right from the beginning and held me and drove me crazy right to the end and that I now miss so terribly. That�s love. That�s love! It�s indescribable. It�s more than �just the facts.� How can I say what hugging him did to me. How I felt so good and warm and how he returned those feelings to me in ways no animal behaviorist would categorize as anything measurable. They were immeasurable! But not to my heart. He hugged me back! He loved me back. Now that he�s gone, my life feels emptier. A little bit less bright. Not quite as vibrant. Plainer. Without those little tabby stripes and those little white boots following me around meowing. How I would need something� I wouldn�t even know what it was and he would come around and cave his body right into that spot where I needed and fill me up. How did he know? I don�t know. It happened in the middle of the night, in the daytime, I can�t explain it, it just happened. I found him as a kitten standing at my feet, literally just after he had dropped out of the engine of a car that had started up. Fortunately his injuries were minor and after a visit to the vet he and his sidekick, another cat who I named Lily, came home to live with me. I kissed T.C. on the head that day and something that I can only describe as a very strong emotional bond formed between us happened at that moment. My feelings have never been the same. To say goodbye to him was very, very hard. I lost my friend and my companion of many years. In my darkest moments I have found some beautiful things written that have consoled me, but they do not take away my feelings of loss. Kahlil Gibran wrote about love in his book The Prophet: �When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth� All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of life�s heart� And he wrote also about death� �For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.� Other quotes that express some of what is in my heart: �Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Love goes far beyond the physical being of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self.� -- Victor Frankl �Death is the blowing out of a candle because the dawn has come.� -- Percy Ross �There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.� -- Albert Schweitzer The best things life has to offer are not the material things around us. It is the relationships we have with people and our pets that bring us joy and inevitably sorrow. It is the best of the best and the worst of the worst. Would I choose to live it all again with my faithful companion, T.C.? Yes. A thousand times yes. He has been my joy and my sorrow. T.C. was and is my gift
Polly Gray 1981-1993 A more perfect friend I cannot imagine. She accecpted me as I was, no matter how rich or poor and no matter how sick or healthy. She asked so little in return, just food, water, and warm spot to lay down. She loved to take walks, and would bring her leash and shoes to me when she was ready to go out. She was always so happy at just living and being by my side and sharing all of lifes adventures. Cancer got her in the end, but even on the last day she was still ready to go for a walk, even if it was her final one, which she knew it was. She died in my arms, the look of trust she always gave me there until the end. The beautiful brown eyes faded in this world and went on to the next. I hope when my time comes, she is waiting there at the gate with her leash and my shoes and we can again talk a walk in a green field with the sun shining and the cool breeze blowing. It's been 6 years since God called her back, but my love for her will never fade and my tears will never stop. Rest in peace until we meet again, my little friend.
Zeus the Cat Here's to Zeus, wherever he is. He was the best cat ever, and we will all miss him.
In memory of a loving cat, Baltazar His death was a fever of sorrow His memory small and warm. Sleep in peace, little boy.
Kris the Wonder Dog, The hairy kid, poophead, K the D, Crazy Dog-Brain, Krissy. The most devoted friend anyone could ever ask for. She was born on Columbus Day 1990 and passed away eight and half years later on April 12, 1999. The sweetest thing probably ever to walk the earth on four legs. As the only dog I ever had while growing up, she set a standard that I am sure no other dog could live up to. But we never thought of her as a dog, but rather as a kid which makes her death so hard to take. The day before she was chasing her ball and eating like a horse and then she was gone. She was my best friend, my pal and in my heart she always will be. I love you Kris, you never forgot me and I promise I'll never forget you. Lee
OUR BELOVED C. PARROT "EVER A BIRD WILL FALL DEAD FROM A FROZEN LIMB WITHOUT FEELING SORRY FOR ITSELF." WE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU IN HEAVEN.
Harry, The Angel Fish Harry was a good fish, he never asked for much. He was in a fish bowl attached to the wall. It looked pretty neat at the store. Little did we know that it was a terrible safety hazard. My little brother was playing football in the house. My father had already instructed him not to do so, but he didn't listen nor did he know the damage that it could cause. He hit the fish bowl with the ball and out came Harry flopping around struggling for air, or water whatever. I fell to my knees in tears when I saw that I couldn't do anything for him, then i realized that i could've just put some more water in the bowl and put him back in, but it was too late, he had already dried up and stopped moving. Here lies Harry, He's dead.
Angel (Na Na Marie) Zubitea Here lies one of the best and loyal dogs I have ever know.. She was only 5 years old, and was taken away far too soon.. Angel came with her family during their move from California to Arizona.. Her and her companion Tobi(Mercedes Tobias)lived in the back yard of a nice house in a nice neighborhood in Prescott Valley, Arizona.. Angel helped her family on more than one occasion: she stoped a burglar from entering her home in California by barking wildly when someone stole a garage door remote from her masters car, and she also showed her loyalty by gallantly jumping over a fence to wait by the front door and wait till her family came out following the Northridge earthquake.. Angel was the kind of dog, where she would lick you to death, and all around sweet girl.. She got sick (bladder stones) and had to be put down due to pain..I never got to say goodbye to her, but she knows how much I loved her.. Angel didn't deserve to go, but she is in a better place now.. We have a footprint immortalizing our little girl forever as well as photographs.. We Love You Angel!! Thank You For Choosing Us!! Rest In Peace, and we'll see you on the other side.. Love, Me Jason, Cheryl, Aimee, Tobi, Hershey,Mija, and Buddy
Chester I miss my little Chester so much. After a brief illness, we decided it would be better for him to put him to sleep. His heart was failing and after a year of medication, there was nothing else we could do for him. His last day with us was 10/14/98. He was a daschaund and two weeks shy of his 14th birthday. He came home with my parents and sister when he was 1 year old and I was 10. He has been with my virtually my whole life and is still missed very much today. There will be no replacing the love and companionship he gave not only to me but to the whole family. Two memories I will always cherish: The first happened early in the mornig. He work up and walked to the kitchen where I was and with his tired, glossy eyes opened and shining brightly, he put his ears up and wagged his tail vigorously even though you could see it in his eyes that he was not fully awake, but that didn't matter, he was ready for whatever. The second memory was the next to last day he was alive. He was having difficlity breathing and while I was getting ready for work, in the mirror, I saw my little panting dog stare at me via my reflection in the mirror and I immediately turned around and comfortedmy ailing doggy. He was so precious. He was a memeber of the family, complete with his own personality, never to be replaced. Chester sweety, I hope you're prancing on the clouds, chasing rocks, and curring in the warm sun. I love you. Alisa
Henry Henry i loved you so much and now that you have died i have cryed every night i know everyone misses you and we all love you. You were my best friend i don't know why but i loved you more than anything in the word i am sorry mom and dad putting you to sleep i wish i pray to see you every night i will never let a day go bye without remembering you because you were the nicest dog or any aniamal i have ever seen and loved. You made me so happy when we were little and me and you would play. As i write this i cry and i want to think you are still alive still here at home waiting for me to come home from school waiting for you to greet me as you always did for eleven years. I love henry you are waiting for me. When i die you will come running up to me and i will pet you i will see you in heaven i know i will. Henry please come back please i miss you so much.
PeeWee 1990-1999 Maui 1990-1995 I bought my dog from a friend when I was 22 years old he was a black and white spotted Pit Bull Terrier. The ugliest little thing I'd ever seen, but at the same time he was just so adorable. I fell in love with him right away. At first he was a real handful, very hard headed and stubborn. I wasn't sure if he would ever grow out of chewing on my furniture. In the same time frame that I got PeeWee, I had gotten a kitten from the Humane Society, his name was Maui. Maui was just a domestic cat with long silvery-grey hair, white face and paws. The two of them became the best of buddies, they slept on a bean bag chair together, and they worked together to drive me crazy. Maui would get onto the counter and knock things off on the floor for the dog to chew up or shred all over the house. Nothing was safe with the two of them around. When I look back on it now it seems really funny, but at the time I was very frustrated and always yelling at the two of them. In June of 1995 Maui had gotten out of the house without my knowing, he was strictly an indoor cat. I didn't realize he was missing till I recieved a phone call at work from my then boyfriend who said he thought he saw my cat on the side of the road. I left work, drove straight to the place where he said he saw the cat and sure enough it was my Maui. He had been hit by a car. My dad buried him in our yard. PeeWee was aware that Maui was gone he seemed sad for a while. I was devastated. Eight months after I buried my cat my boyfriend and I split up. I had to move to my parents house and couldn't take PeeWee with me. I arranged for a friend to take PeeWee for me, but little did I know he would end up returning my dog to my ex's place, PeeWee was homesick. This started an all out war between the two of us over my dog. I had nowhere else to keep PeeWee so my only choice was to let him stay with my ex. I will live to regret this choice for the rest of my life, because I will never get to see my dog alive again. On March of 1999 I was informed that my dog was hit by a car and killed due to the negligence of my ex. I loved that dog so much and wished that somehow I could have prevented this from happening. I have always missed him and hoped that someday I could get him back or even just to have had the chance to see him one last time. Now all I have are the precious photographs and memories in my heart. I miss both of my pets dearly. Lisa K.
BABA Five years ago in August of 1993, my wife rescued Baba (a Brittney) from the SPCA. Someone had found him wondering around Acadia National Park in Southwest Harbor, Maine. It was obvious that he had been abused. He was quite nervous and withdrawn. Not having any children yet, my wife and I showered our attention on Baba. He had to be housebroken even though we estimate he was nine or ten years old, judging from his grey hair and what the vet thought. Our apprehensions about getting a dog in this condition were soon replaced with love, which grew stronger over time. Baba started to relax more and became more energetic. He also became the most loyal dog imagineable. Baba would follow us everywhere. He loved to ride in the car on our trips to Connecticut and other places. Since my wife saved him he seemed to be the most loyal to her. I think it was his way of saying thanks. We could let him outside and never worry about him running away. Baba always let us know how greatful he was for being with us. His gentle nature was captivating. His tail would wag almost all the time he wasn't asleep. We soon realized Baba had done much more for us than we had done for him. We loved the way he got excited walking in the woods or when he wanted to play. Mostly, Baba was just plain there for us. If you had a bad day he had a way of making it all right. The little things we will miss the most. Sniffing his special rock in the woods. Curling up like a ball on his bed. Rubbing his snout all over the couch. Scratching the door to come in. On July 23rd, 1999 our son Michael was born, Baba became our second baby but he seemed to understand. On March 6th, 1999 we took him in to the local vet because he was vomiting the night before and was having trouble walking. Baba was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, quite rare in dogs. He had never showed us any signs of pain or suffering, but I�m sure he must have had this for at least a little while. Since we would never want him to suffer we made the excrutiating decision to euthanize our best friend. We were by his side as Baba took his last breath and quitely passed away. We buried him in the field out back where he enjoyed himself the most. I'm writing this to let him know how very much we loved him. We love you Baba, you will never be forgotten. There are constant reminders of you everywhere telling us how important you were in our life. If only humans would be more like you - full of unconditional love! Our only regret is that our time with you was too short. God bless you. You will always be our beautiful baby boy.
Kittenchops I had a beautiful black cat named Kittenchops. She was sleek, pretty and very very wonderful. She loved to sleep under the covers on those cold Australian winter nights. we had KC for almost 2 years, when some jerk came careening around the corner one night on our quiet sidestreet and hit her, killing I can only hope instantly. We found her the next morning at 7:30 am, in the middle of the road, and her lovely coat was stiff and her head was bent with blood coming out of her ear. I screamed, cried and swore to kill whomever had done this careless and horrid act. My husband cried as we both buried her in the backyard. I kissed her soft fur, not at all revolted by the fact that she was dead. I loved her, and always will, my baby girl kittenchops....
Pumpkin, (03-28-99) You left me all too soon, oh kind friend.. I just got done laying you to rest under the Willow tree with your most prized possesions. Spring is fastly approaching, not that there was a good time for you to leave. I still look for you, I am happy you crept into my life and was able to share your life with me. I will miss combing you and touching hand-to-paw on the bed just after dinner. We bonded each and every night. With that touch, we told eachother that everything was fine and that we were as close as any 2 beings could.Sharring the screnity, tranquility and dependancy of those close moments, a bond, a link, our routine. With your presence you filled the house with love, carring and affection. You are missed terribly. It is my hope that you find a place to "Head-butt" and find hands to give you "chin-scratches" and a place to rest your weary chin. You left me all too soon, oh kind friend..... Dave
GIZZY He was loved by everybody. He wasn't our cat but we loved him like he was. He had mourning eyes that made you give in. He was fourteen of our years (98 in cat years) and he was the happiest cat I have ever known. But because of his old age and love for cream and steak (which he did not get very often) his teeth rotted away and he eventually got cancer in his bladder. He was too old for an operation so he was given tablets to dissolve the cancer. He seemed to be getting better but it wasn't to be. A few days later we found him in our neighbours garden. Mum and Anne (his real owner) were there. They were crying, but I couldn't see Gizzy. Then they moved and I saw him. Poor Gizzy he nearly made it. From his best freind forever. P.S. Gizzy if you're listening, I love you loads and I'll never forget you.
My sweet Hannah, I cannot begin to tell you how much you are missed. I a so sorry that you were so ill. I had no choice, I had to put you to sleep to end your suffering. I miss you so very much, but I know that you are in a better place. The remains of your feisty , stubborn self sits on the mantle of the fireplace. I can not bear to bury youyet. You would no doubt think it was silly of me to buy that urn. Your groomer came and brought a plant in your honor. The countless sympathy cards in your honor tell me that you were loved by many, not just by me. The other dogs miss you. And although it would anger you to no ends to know this, Daisy, your arch enemy misses you the most. She is following in your footsteps. She follows me as you once did. As you know, you were my favorite. I need made any bones about it. And you will never be replaced Knowthat Lil Bit. Take care. And I will see you one day. Mama
In Memory Of Missie Mohle Jan. 1, 1982 - Mar. 12, 1999 I can't get into long stories, or poetry. Missie was a no-nonsense dog anyway, so I can't say she'd even be touched. For 17 years she was my best friend, confidant, bratty little sister, and the glue that held our family together. She was the center of attention almost all the time, she was spoiled rotten and loved more than anything. Many boyfriends have accused me of loving Missie more than them. You know what? They were all right, too. She never judged me, never stayed mad, always laughed at my jokes, and was the only person (?) who was always there for me no matter what. Her slight sarcasm, her sense of humor, and her lop-sided grin contributed to the best relationship a dog can have with 3 humans. Missie was loved more than any animal can be, and she will never be forgotten, nor loved any less. We love you forever---Allie, Vesta and Angie |