Pet Memorials
Helping Families Honor the Lives Of Those They Love
Thank you for letting me love and protect you for so long. Your story was as unique as you, and I'm so glad to have been a part in it. Thank you for your life, Kingston.Lindsay KolbAsheville, North CarolinaJanuary 13, 2018
8/4/2007 - 1/12/2018Goodbye to my first child my love, Beans. All of us will miss you terribly.Karin WilesCincinnati, OhioJanuary 13, 2018
1/11/2018My favorite memory is how much he loved going for walks.Karen KennedySherman Oaks, CaliforniaJanuary 13, 2018
6/8/2009 - 1/12/2018I was never able to walk you much until these last few weeks. Now your normal triggers are not worth the bother. You have better things to do. The last of this world to smell.

Your tail permanently curled between your legs, you trot along beside me, nose to ground. We tree a squirrel together and are proud. You almost caught one yesterday. The drugs have rendered you,
of the famously soul-piercing bark,
utterly silent and you are a hunter at long last. Destiny fulfilled.

Every time I try to take you inside,
you plant your feet firmly
and look at me as if to say
no. not yet! These are my last walks!
I surrender, and we make another round.
Sub-zero temperatures be damned.
These are the last walks.

I found you online, during a late night puppy-ogling binge and said,
that one. That one was your brother, and was taken, but you were equally floppy-eared and spotted. In the corner gnawing on a tennis ball when we first met,
a fake wallflower... I said him. Yes. He looks like a good boy. He is chill.

Chill you were not. You were a force of nature. A puppy sure, but a force also.
Wild. Stubborn. Worried. I thought about sending you back. You were too much.
But I loved you too much.

You ate three cellphones. yes, I should have learned. Batteries. Hammers.
Couches. My new boyfriend’s favorite hat.
Luckily, he still liked us, unlike the other one you sent packing with a black eye.
You knew what was right for me.

Not too long after you ate new boyfriend’s hat, he built you a fence around his backyard so you could run around,
wild and free. A grand gesture. I knew we would stay. And we did. A family.

Soon a new world was open to you. City dog goes country. Tall grass to run through, ducks to chase across the lake
forcing me to jump in fully clothed to the rescue (I would cross an ocean if I could save you). You were a blue boat’s co-captain and fellow log fetcher for end of day bonfires. The life. A bird dog’s dream.
A world of water and sky.

You got older. You mellowed into a gentle soul. Walking you anywhere was still perilous, but oh how you loved your humans and your humans’ humans.
Sweet with little ones and their tail pulling,
always up for a game of hide and seek.
Dragging up your long buried, finely-aged treasures to impress new friends.
Doling out leg hugs. So happy to see all of us. Trusty pal through and through.

I can’t help but notice our side by side paw prints in the snow. The right print from each of our feet has a slight drag following it. Yours from this nebulous mass
and mine from a sore hip. They both seem too soon.

I joke that you are my daemon, my soul realized, and these last few weeks it has been real. I have been in pain with you.
I feel it.

I don’t want go inside either, bud.
I want to keep walking round and round and around this block with you. Draggy paws and all.
Jenn HuntChicago, IllinoisJanuary 13, 2018
1/9/2018There are many things I could say about my Moochie but with this I like to keep it simple. Moochie was a tiny, shy, soft, and sweet cat that I had the privilege to care for, for 16 years. We had a bond that I knew was special and I will cherish it for the rest of my life. I love you Moochie.Riley BronaughKnoxville, TennesseeJanuary 13, 2018
5/16/2003 - 12/28/2017It took me a while to be able to write this, but Abby deserves it. Abby was the best thing about my childhood since I waited years to be able to get a dog, and at the age of nine I was able to pick her out. Abby suffered from severe osteoarthritis and being in vet school it was difficult seeing her in pain and not being able to help manage it, because if I was wanting to help animals surely I can help my own. However, not everything works out the way I want it to, if it did she would still be here with my family and comfortable, but now she is pain-free and waiting for us to be together again. Abby will be missed everyday and there will be an empty place in the house, but she is pain-free and able to run again. Abby thank you for loving us; we all love you and miss you terribly; this isn't a goodbye but a see you later.Amber Nebel FamilyCharlotte, North CarolinaJanuary 12, 2018
Milo will be missed by all of us. He was a crazy, amazing dog with a personality that could never be matched.Eric KershnerAugusta, GeorgiaJanuary 12, 2018
8/11/2004 - 1/11/2018Our boy is gone and very much missed. We love you and know you are safely reunited with Miyoko. Run free my dear boy.Patti RodriguezOrlando, FloridaJanuary 12, 2018
4/10/2009 - 1/11/2018Mac was a wonderful fur baby. He brought so much joy and life to this family. I was never ready to let him go. But his body was tired and he could no longer do all the things he enjoyed. He was playful, protective, a little social butterfly that would do anything for a treat, and had a funny little booty dance when we came home. I looked forward to this face when I walked through the door. He was the best companion to many of our friends and family. Our home feels empty without him. We love you Mac.Mike & Audrey SandiferOxnard, CaliforniaJanuary 12, 2018
1/1/1997 - 1/11/2018My one constant companion for over 20 years, my favorite person to talk to....thank you for choosing me.Kelly HoldenBroomfield, ColoradoJanuary 12, 2018