In Loving Memory

15 years, one month, and 14 days… You came to me when Mom had just gone when the house had learned to hold its breath when every room seemed full of her and every silent at her name. I did not know that I needed you. Perhaps you did… You curled yourself beside my grief, as if it weren’t nothing strange as if sorrow were simply another place where a cat might choose to sleep. And somehow day by day you taught me that love could stay even when someone could not. 15 years one month and 14 days. That is how long you have been here long enough to become part of the shape of my life. You’ve watched the seasons change, watched me become someone. My younger self could never have imagined you were there for the ordinary mornings, for lonely nights for laughter, for tears that I tried to hide. You never asked me to explain, you only stayed. And now your paws are tired. Your body is telling me what my heart refuses to understand that loving you means I can’t ask you to stay forever. I wish I could make a bargain with God who waits beyond this life, give back my years give back my mother give back anything if it meant one more season with you. But I know that isn’t how love works. Sometimes love is holding on sometimes it is letting go with both hands trembling. So now that you’ve gone go knowing this, you were never just my cat. You were the small warm heartbeat that found me at the edge of loss. You were comfort without questions, you were companionship in the quiet, you were a living thread between the life I had lost and the life I was learning to live. And perhaps somewhere beyond all the doors I cannot open my mother will be waiting. Perhaps she will know you. Perhaps she will smile and say “ there you are you took good care of her!” and you being you will probably walk past her as though you have somewhere to be then circle back curl into her lap and make yourself at home. 15 years, one month, and 14 beautiful days. Not long enough. But long enough to change your life. Long enough to be loved. Long enough to be family. So rest now, my sweet boy you don’t have to be brave anymore. I’ll carry you with me in the quiet places, in the sunlight, windows, in the sound of a purr I will forever imagine hearing. And when I miss you, which I already do, I will remember the day you came to me when my heart was broken. And how without ever knowing it you help put it back together. Thank you for staying. Thank you for finding me. And thank you for 15 years, one month, and 14 days of love. I will always love you and miss you, Fonzy. Oh my sweet Fonzy..

Today we had to say goodbye to our sweet Jax. After 13 wonderful years, we had to make the hardest decision a family can make. Jax was an incredible dog. He was loving, loyal, gentle, and simply a very good boy. He gave us 13 years of unconditional love, companionship, and memories that we will carry with us forever. He was deeply loved, and he knew it. We were blessed to have him in our lives, and although our hearts are broken, we are grateful for every day we had with him. Run free, Jax. You were a very good dog, and you will always be loved. ❤️🐾

Maddie was a feisty but sweet baby! We will miss her everyday, especially waiting for an egg in her bowl! We will miss her “glitter” (fur) everywhere. We love you forever Maddie!

Nina, you were the best dog anyone could ever ask for. 🤍🐾 You brought so much light, love, and happiness into our family and always knew how to put a smile on our faces. You were more than just a dog you were a part of our family and will always hold a special place in our hearts. Now you get to be our guardian angel, watching over our family from above. 👼🏼🐾 We love you so much and miss you more than ever. Thank you for giving us so many beautiful memories, so much love, and the best years of our lives. Until we meet again, keep watching over us, our sweet Nina. 🤍 Te Amo Mamita

Stella was such a funny girl. She had the best personality. She didn’t care for noise and often hid under the covers on my bed. On a rainy day there was always a lump in my bed where she felt safe.

Cheyenne will always be remembered for the sweet, gentle, and kind loving dog that she was. She loved people dearly and would greet everyone with a wag of the tail and a kiss.

Rest easy, sweet girl. All our living days wouldn't have been enough time with you, but you managed to make 16 years of them a story we will cherish for forever.

Reese we could not see you suffer anymore. We love you

Frankie Pickles was more than a companion, a pet. He was the heart of our family. The soul twin of his mom. A healer. An angel. A terror. Frankie was undeniable. In any way you could think of. He was brilliant. He knew you were talking about him even when his name wasn't mentioned, nor a pronoun, and he would find you and demand to be included in the conversation. He taught himself tricks, or knew how to open carrot bags to slip out a stolen veggie without us noticing. He never forgot where he found food on the street, and he scared people with how well he understood them. He was a comedian. He knew how to razz his dad, and loved the laughter at his pranks. He loved to hide and scare people. He thought it was hilarious to get dressed up, and loved ripping off his toy's faces to wear. He was beautiful. People would stop their cars on the side of the road to ask about him. He knew he was beautiful, often posing for the best pictures. He loved "getting makeup on" and parading around to show his dad. After bath time he would proudly show off his fresh clean fur and expected plenty of treats, because...he deserved to be rewarded for such beauty. He was a lover. Napped for hours in his mom's arms. He HAD to be in between his dad's legs in the most uncomfortable position just to feel his warmth. He gave millions of kisses, groomed us, and his mom and him held paw and hand for hours while watching movies. He was adventurous. Hiked mountains, swam in rivers, lakes, oceans, and ponds. Saw 31 states, lived in 4. Watched the road through the windshield, our constant co-pilot. Often stealing the driver's seat during pit stops. A protector. Terrorized squirrels, chipmunks, and any other intruder that dared step foot in his garden or sidewalk. All delivered with a proud tail wag and smile. There are so many things that he was, but there were endless things he loved (and hated) as well. Loved: Ear scratches, belly rubs, tug of war, hide and seek, find it, walks, car rides, mom and Frankie nap times and bed time, being apologized too, compliments, treats, cuddling, chasing his dad, herding his dad, playing with his dad, training with mom, screaming, hiding, whipping around corners to surprise people, sniffing, eating trash, destroying toys, stealing: scrunchies, socks, slippers, shoes, underwear, Kleenex, books, receipts, gift wrapping inserts, mail, and gloves. Smelling flowers, hanging out with mom, following mom, talking to mom, kissing, zoomies, tail wags, sand, and snow. (And about a million other things). He also loved food: Carrots, cucumber, strawberries, berries of all kind, whipped cream, pumpkin, potato, peas, green beans, banana mats, bully sticks, pig ears, any fallen food, eggs, cabbage, and maple pods from fallen trees. Hated: Squirrels, chipmunks, vacuum cleaners, spray bottles, when we cleaned the house, scooters, bicycles, skateboards, the vet, mushrooms, smoke detector beeps, hot days, Fedex trucks, being bothered during a nap, loud neighbors, children's laughter, when we raised our hands above our heads, TOO much continuous laughing, clapping, drills, and any joke he wasn't in on. He was a one and a million dog. He will be missed with the heartache of a thousand lifetimes. We love you, our sweet honey ham, barbecue biscuit. Thank you for the unending love you gifted us.

We miss you so much Jaxy. We hear timing in heaven is shorter in dog years so by time you get there we will see you in the morning.