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"Boot" June 8th, 1992 - November 6th, 2002 Dog German Shepard we all will miss you and we all still love you boot ~ love charis mum dad and gismo Added on 10/25/05 |
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"Tuffy" 10/09/1990 - 11/20/1993 Dog Tuffy was a great dog. he was always there for me. When you got by that car I was crying so hard. Ill never forget you ~Brian Added on 10/16/05 |
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 "Tuffy Lou" 05/29/92 - 08/16/05 Shepherd mix She was Fawn Colored with big light brown eyes. She was born May 29, 1992 and Passed away today August 16, 2005. She was 13 years old. She weighted 60 pounds before she became ill. We love her very much. We lost our Tuffy Lou Snyder today. She was the best friend we could ever have. She was always there for us. A good friend and companion. We will miss her always. We loved our Tuffy very much. ~Terri and Dave Added on 8/20/05 |
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"Chippy" Breed ~ Shetland Sheepdog Colouring ~ shaded sable Passed on April 3, 2000. Chippy was my constant companion for 9 and one-half years. I am profoundly deaf and this doggie was specially trained for me by the the Lions Foundation of Canada dog guide school in Oakville, Ontario, Canada. He was the sweetest, mildest-tempered companion you'd ever want to know. I loved him deeply and dearly every day of every month he was with me. The day I had to put him down (due to progressive age-related kidney failure) he displayed every iota of the heart and courage he had -- barely able to stand, the few times my telephone rang he persisted in trying to alert me, because he knew I needed him. ~Liz Added on 6/24/05 |
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 "Speckles"Speckles was my little buddy. He was 9 years old when he got outside one day and got hit by a car. I don't remember what the day was, I was too  emotional to even think about it. He was a great friend. I have never been able to make friends so Speckles was kinda it for me. He has been missed and I will always love him. I hope he is happy wherever he is.~Heather Added on 06/02/04 |
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 "Kathy" dear kathy, i remember like it was yesterday when we both were young and we would explour the hills in back of the house together. those were good times. i remember when you got your head stuck in the ice cream container and walked around with it bumping into things all the while still trying to get to the bottom of the carten for the rest. i remember that you hated my walking stuffed geraffe. you used to go for its jugular all the time. finally you broke the thing. i remember how hard an scarey it was for me to go to sleep but you always kept me safe. you would always go under the covers to sleep by my tummy but you knew i couldnt sleep so you would climb up to my face and lay with you back against my chest and let me put my arm around you. and you would stay there until i went to sleep. kathy i will never forget that. just as i will never forget you. sometimes i try and push you to the back of my mind because thinking about you is too painful for me. i have a lot of guilt stuck inside of not just putting you to sleep but not putting you to sleep sooner. being blind of your suffering. that is smethig i will take with me to my grave. im so sorry my friend. i hurt so badly. after you passed away i would hear your footsteps in the house. and now i still have your collar but i keep it in a fire proof safe with all my lifes treasures that i cant bare to ever loose. and i never drempt it was possible to loose you and that is why it took me so long to put you to sleep. i love you kathy. please forgive me. i wish our souls to meet again. i love you. ~corduroylion Added on 5/4/04 |
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 "Rascal" 1990-2/13/04 My Rascal was a 14 year old Border Collie Mix. Rascal was the victim of old age. The hardest thing I ever had to do was help him to the Rainbow Bridge. He was a beautiful dog, I always wanted to get him into commercials. He was the love of my life and I miss him terribly. MY INCREDIBLE LITTLE BOY February 18, 2004 Ya know.....I have always wanted to believe that when the soul left the body that it was made young and whole again. As bad as I wanted to believe the skepticism remained. Until...... It has been five days since I helped my Rascal to the Rainbow Bridge. The grief is unbearable at times. All the memories didn’t seem to be enough. Not knowing if he had made it to the bridge, if there even was such a place. For two days after, I knew he was around, the pungent odor of his bad teeth seemed to be everywhere, then one day it was gone. Last night was the worst, I cried uncontrollably and just wanted to hug him one last time. I went to bed telling him how much I loved and missed him. He must have felt the need I had to see him one more time. That night, he visited me in my dreams. This beautiful, full of energy pup. I watched as he ran and played. But, he didn’t come alone. Along side was a beautiful little blond cocker spaniel. I remember asking myself who this was. Although I didn’t know for sure, I felt as though this was a little female. I don’t know any cockers or even anyone who had or has one. So I just succumbed to the fact the he had found a friend. I awoke that morning with a sense of excitement and at the same time relief knowing he was okay. I was able to go to work with the attitude that it was going to be a good day. Little did I know that a good day was going to turn into a wonderful day. By 8am I was at work checking my emails. My neighbor, Jo, has been very supportive this past month, we had cried several times together due to the passing of my boy. I noticed that Jo had sent me an email. Upon reading this email I began to feel the hurt and pain caused by the loss of a very special friend. She has a very close friend, Barbara, that had to send her pup to the bridge on Saturday. I continued to read thru the swells of tears in my eyes as she described Barbara’s friend of thirteen years.....a little blond female cocker spaniel named Katie. It was then that all of my "want to believes" became founded. I replied to her telling her to tell Barbara that Katie was with my boy and she was okay. I continued on to asked her one favor...if Katie should visit her, as Rascal did me, and she should have a friend with her, to please give him a hug from his Mom.. The tears still come, but they are different now, they are happy tears instead of sad. Although the physical little body may not be visible, it was truly the soul and spirit we loved. And now I know this part of them is always around us and continues to watch over us everyday until we go to meet them at a wonderful place called Rainbow Bridge. ~Carla Added on 3/17/04 |
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 "Lady Mariah May" Sheltie 3/15/93-1/30/04 description: A sable shetland sheepdog. Words can not describe how wonderful she was, she was my very best friend. She loved everyone and everyone loved her. ~Sue Gullikson Added on 2/2/04 |
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"Chingy Boy" Shi-Tzu 8/20/90 - 11/08/03  Here is my Precious boy. He was born on May 20, 1990 and was put to sleep on November 8th of this year. He was born Ching-Tai-Fong but he became Chingy Boy because that is what my adopted daughter decided to call him. She was only two at the time and he was Chingy Boy ever since. We had to have him put to sleep because of his medical condition. He had congestive heart problems and  so arthritic he fell all the time and he was blind. There are no words to describe how bad we miss him after 11 years just seems like he should just always be there and we still find ourselves in tears now and then but are glad he is not suffering any more.“Chingy was my best friend he was just always there no matter what my mood was it didn't matter if I was mad, sad or happy.” ~Donna and Reba Jo Added on 12/21/03 |
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"Peanut" 6/11/85 - 12/30/95  At the young age of 4 my Mom took me to pick out a puppy. I think I picked him because he was the smallest of the bunch, yet he out-grew all of his siblings later on! When we got him home, he picked out his own name. We were sitting at the table eating peanuts and he took one. I may have only been 4 years old but I remember it like it was yesterday. Through the years Peanut became like a brother to me, as I was an only child. We shared everything together, right down to ice cream after dinner. One time we were playing tug-of-war and I decided to put the tug-sock in my mouth to be like him. It was then that I lost my first tooth. During his potty training, Mommy would not allow him the run of the house at night (I don't blame her). Since I did not want him to be alone, I hauled out my sleeping bag and slept on the kitchen floor with him. It was then that everyone knew we were inseparable. As he grew, we taught him obedience and I even took him to 4-H shows. He won Grand Champion the first year and took Reserve Champion the following year. I think he would have taken champion but another dog was in heat and he was a little preoccupied. As old age inevitably set in, he began to have seizures. The first time he had one he tried to run to me, I assume for help. I scooped him up and off to the vet who gave him a shot. He had several more through out his remaining years. Each time we became more prepared and knew what to do (there was no cure, only a shot after it happened). Shortly after the seizures he developed lymph node cancer. And again, there was no cure. The vet mentioned kemo but it was experimental. It was left to me to decide what to do. I chose not to do the kemo because it was experimental and he would be away from home to stay at the hospital. I would rather he die happy at home with his loved ones. I was only 15 at the time but I had already decided that's what I wanted for myself if I was in that situation. Soon it was winter and his feet froze every time I took him to go potty. I made him a pair of booties which helped. I also made him a cozy bed to sleep close to me. I did everything I could to make him comfortable. As Christmas approached I knew his last days were coming. I missed a lot of school trying to spend every moment with him I could. It was then, that I asked God to let him stay with us until after Christmas and my birthday which is December 29th.Peanut went to heaven the day after my birthday. He looked at me and I knew it was time. Mommy took him and me to the vet to make his passing as painless as we could. Though there was a lot of heart break and pain watching him struggle through his last years, I would not trade him for the world. "It is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all."~Barbara Smith Added 10/31/03 |
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