Pet Memorials
Helping Families Honor the Lives Of Those They Love
Effie. Ch Spirit’s Seaview Dream Girl
1/29/2007 - 7/29/2020Effie was a beautiful Springer Spaniel who was truly a show girl . Even as age began to catch up with her, she still had that striding out trot that made her a champion. She knew what she wanted and I swear that she had that internal time clock in her head - time to get up, time to eat and time to go to bed. She loved being groomed and was always ready to get up on that grooming table. And last but not least, Effie always fancied herself to be top dog when around friends.Lita PaceLeesport, PennsylvaniaJuly 30, 2020
1/13/2012 - 7/29/2020My dearest Chevelle,

You were one of the most funnest dogs I have ever met. Between you howling when greeting anyone or your love for booty scratches. We got you when you were only 7 weeks old and I remember going to the airport to get you and you were the most perfect little angel. We brought you home to meet your sister Bailey and it was an instant bound. I’ll never forget get you Chevelle, you will always have a piece of my heart. My life isn’t going to be the same without you. I know your no longer in pain and I’m sure great grandpa Louie, Danny and Adam were all their to greet you when you crossed the rainbow bridge. I love you Chevelle.
Lauren HoverTracy, CaliforniaJuly 30, 2020
Kelso (fuzzie) Garcia
9/4/2006 - 7/28/2020Kelso “Fuzzie” Garcia
My hardest goodbye.
9/4/06 - 7/28/20♥️

“Just look inside my heart, you’ll cry.” 💔

Almost 14 years ago, a cream color little ball of fluff came into my life. I knew when I picked him up, he was the one. I knew I’d love him, I just didn’t know at the time how deeply. I didn’t know how much I’d depend on him. How much hugging him and kissing him meant to me. How just seeing his face made me smile. So many precious moments I’ll carry in my heart.
He’d hear me stirring, waking up in the morning, he’d jump up on my side of the bed and lay his head on me. I had to hold his paw when we were in the car driving and he’d curl his paw into my hand, like he was trying to “hold” my hand too. Hundreds of times I’d talk to him, he was a great listener. When he was sleeping, if I spoke to him, I could see the corners of his mouth turn up and he’d smile. I could see the “concern” on his face when he knew I was sad or upset. He became my “anxiety dog” after my sisters sudden death. How much I’d cherish every moment we spent together. It calmed me just having him with me. How much better my life has been with him in it. I never could’ve imagined, when I picked up that cream color ball of fluff that day, he’d change my life forever.
He had so much energy. He was a big fluffy ball of happy, all the time. He had a smile that would make you smile, even on your worst day. The sweetest disposition of any dog anywhere. A heart of pure gold. My best friend. My heartbeat at my feet. Irreplaceable. I honestly can’t remember my life before he was part of it. I can’t imagine how my life will be now that he’s gone. The giant, empty, aching hole that’s left in my heart and life. The hundreds of moments, every single day, that he was part of. They’re empty now. He was with me every moment I was at home. Every room I was in, he was there too. He slept with me, in my room, every night for almost 14 years. The greeting from him every time I came home. I could be gone 12 hours or only 20 minutes, he was excited to see me no matter how long I was gone. He’d howl because his mouth was stuffed with toys, his tail wagging hitting the door, my husband would open the door and Kels ran to my drivers side door with his toy, to say “hi, I’ve missed you, thank goodness your home!” Every night, I’d hear the jingle of his collar when we were sleeping. I’d know exactly where he was in my room. Next to me, flipped on his back against the bathtub, on his bed, or in front of the closet door. When I’d be getting ready in the morning, he’d jump up with his big front feet on the bathroom counter and slurp water from the faucet. He followed me everywhere. He’d always stop when he and I started walking out of a room, pause and look back at me to make sure I was right behind him. He’d do the same thing when we came in from outside. The look on his face when I told him “we’re going to be very busy today”. He just knew it was going to be a fun day, full of adventure. When I’d ask him “are you ready?”, he’d go get his leash because he knew we were going someplace fun. I’ll never forget my daughter and I taking Kels and Norman to FiveGuys for burgers! Norman wasn’t thrilled but Kels loved it! Or how Kels grabbed my daughters quesadilla off her plate! She didn’t appreciate it, but I had to laugh! He gave me thousands of smiles. He knew the difference between my alarm and my husband’s, if it was my husband’s, he’d lift his head, then lay back down knowing we could sleep in that day. My alarm, he knew we were up and at ‘em! The trips to Barton Springs in TX to swim, the first time he played in snow at my moms in TX. He loved it, carried his leash around all day, like “c’mon, it’s the best playground ever!” He loved our visits to our cabin in Blue Ridge. He loved shuffling the fall leaves with his feet when we walked at our cabin. He’d always get jealous when my husband hugged me and he’d shove himself between us. He loved pizza crust, white cheddar popcorn and his “birthday steak dinners”.
If you met him, you’d love him. Everybody’s friend. A “living hug”. My neighbor always said, “he’s the happiest dog I’ve ever seen”. He was.
As the years went by, as expected, he started to slow down. I’d try not to notice his face turning grey, or his birthday’s becoming “double digits”. The panic of finding a “new bump or lump” on him, praying it wouldn’t be serious. In July 2019, sadly, a lump became serious. Agonizing how to move forward, trying to keep “his” best interest in mind, not allowing my “heart” to cloud my decisions regarding his health, we continued onward with love, hopes, prayers and medications.
A few months ago, I could see his health deteriorating. It was heartbreaking to watch. Physically he was declining, mentally he was still a puppy at heart. That never changed, his mind was clear until the end. This 107 pound fluffy, happy, goofy, loving, loyal, sweet boy was starting to go down the path we all fear. I did my best, as always, to give him anything and everything he needed. Cooked for him, vet checks, meds, picked him up to help him stand when he needed it, bought dog socks with rubber bottoms, so he wouldn’t slide on the tile, got a harness with handles to help him in and out if the truck. And of course, lots of hugs and I love you’s. Anything and everything I could think of to help him stay safe and comfortable. He still continued to deteriorate. I couldn’t stop that “train” that was coming. We would hand feed him. Bring him bowls of water. Lift him more and more to help him stand up. I’d frequently sit with him under a tree or on the floor. Just spending time. I was dreading what I knew was happening. I was losing my best friend. It’s been one of the hardest times of my life watching this happening to him, knowing I couldn’t stop it.
I’ve read and I’ve been told by a friend, it’s important not only to give your aging pet the love and care they need, it’s also important to “talk” to them near the “end”. Tell them how much they mean to you and that when it’s “time”- tell them it’s “ok to go”. I’ve talked to him several times the past few weeks reminding him how much he means to me. I’ve told him how much I love him. How much I’ll miss him. How grateful I am he’s been in my life. How much he’s made my life better. How he’s been the BEST dog and BEST friend to me. I told him he can’t be any more to me because he already means the world to me. The words I COULDN’T say to him was, “it’s ok to go.” I know we’re supposed to let them know it’s ok, we’ll be ok if they go. It’s not ok. I’m not ok. I couldn’t say “those words” to him. I thought about what I could say. I told him I don’t want him hurting or suffering. I’ll always need him and love him, and if he’s hurting, if he’s too tired to keep going, when that time comes, he needs to “go find Norman♥️”. I also told him, when it’s my time, I’ll find them both.
I’ll always love my golden boy, I’ll miss him everyday forever and always. He is and always will be, the four-legged love of my life. ♥️K♥️E♥️L♥️S♥️O♥️
Michele GarciaCape Coral, FloridaJuly 29, 2020
8/8/2018 - 7/26/2020Dearest Nike,

Although your life was short lived, you will forever be in our hearts. Thank you for the laughs, the hugs, ripping the napkins, the morning greetings and coming home greetings(I miss this the most). The house feels empty and silent with out you. I miss you dearly, my precious girl. I know you are at peace and running wild and free.


Priscilla and Paulo
Nike SaraviaFullerton, CaliforniaJuly 29, 2020
3/1/2008 - 7/27/2020We lost our beloved Gracie on Monday July 27. Our hearts are broken. Anyone that has met Gracie knows how special she was, our Gentle Giant. Twelve years doesn’t seem long enough, but it is more years than we ever expected. Gracie had so many issues since she was 2 years old with seizures and hip dysplasia. Later years she had thyroid issues and torn her ACL twice. We did everything in our power her whole life to treat her and make her comfortable so she could have the best quality of life. She was the best dog, she never stop fighting and would get up as hard as it was at the end to greet her family and visitors. She was so loved by so many. There is a huge hole in our life without her, and we miss her tremendously. We are a blessed family to have had her for as long as we did. Our Gracie Is now at peace with no more pain. We love and miss you babies, you will be in our hearts always and forever.
Love, Daddy, Mommy, Bubba and sissy💔
Donna DiMercurioEl Dorado Hills, CaliforniaJuly 29, 2020
Remington (Remi)
1/9/2006Remi was a beloved friend and companion to our husband and six children. He married two of them off and was watching over the others. Faithful, sweet, and loyal to the end. We love you sweet, sweet boy. Find your buddies at the bridge, we will see you there.Carole FlodinSt Johns, FloridaJuly 29, 2020
Princess Lopez
6/14/2015 - 7/28/2020Dear babygirl,
I love and miss you so much, I miss you waiting for me to get home, hugging you and just spend our day together.. we were inseparable. You will always be my baby .. you were loved by so many.. you won everyone who met you.. spoiled you 💕 you were my best friend, daughter, and soulmate.. you were the best thing that ever happened to me. Where ever you are my liddo fur baby, just know mommy loves you!
Janet LopezAustin, TexasJuly 29, 2020
1/1/2001 - 7/24/2020Stinkerbell got her wings in the sunshine, breeze and grass in the yard she chose to be her home after blessing us for almost all of her 19 years. Dr. Lisa Rodin made her send-off absolutely perfect.Melissa MouldNewalla, OklahomaJuly 29, 2020
11/5/2005 - 7/26/2020My beloved ruby was a sweet girl I belive in my heart she was ready the house seems so empty without her here she was the start of our family and now she is at piece and she is no longer in pain we will always miss her she was a great dog and was with me all the time she has kissed every tear I shed for 14 years I love u my baby girl rubyJessica GlendyeREADING, PennsylvaniaJuly 29, 2020
2/10/2006 - 7/27/2020My sweet pup was the most devoted and caring dog one could imagine. Chico was at mom's side when she suffered he stroke in 2009. He came home with us to our Costa Mesa apartment. Suddenly steep outdoor stairs and no yard was his world. He adjusted to walks in the complex and nearby park. In May 2012, we bought our home in Costa Mesa. In August 2013, Chico stayed at Michael's side when he passed away from cancer. In July 2014, he once again had a full-time companion upon my retirement. For the next six years, he was able to enjoy his house, his yard, and his multiple places of rest despite blindness due to PRA and increasing mobility issues as he aged. While he could no longer leap to the top of the window seat to bark at the gardeners or atop the bed to hide under the pillows, he remained a proud and fiercely protective pup who was beloved by all of my family and friends. His passing causes me endless sadness, but I can only hope that he is reunited with Michael and mom, no longer afflicted with blindness and mobility issues, again able to enjoy the treats he so richly deserved.Richard BowerCosta Mesa, CaliforniaJuly 28, 2020