In Loving Memory

The First Week of June The first week of June arrived in gold, with longer days and stories untold, warm breezes dancing through the trees, and one very good dog chasing the leaves. The sun lit up your graying face, the years had slowed your puppy pace, but your tail still wagged with all its might, turning ordinary days bright. You never cared for summer plans, or beach vacations, boats, or tans. A shady spot, a favorite toy, and being nearby was endless joy. You greeted every morning sun as though the day had just begun, and somehow made the whole world seem a little kinder than it had been. The first week of June will always carry you in the sky so wide and blue, in every patch of sun-warmed grass, and every memory that comes to pass. And when the first week of June comes near, I like to think you’re still right here, chasing butterflies beyond the sky, with treats, soft naps, and tails held high. A year had passed since Church was gone, her quiet queen of grace, who ruled the house with silent paws and judgment on her face. Dakota missed her every day, sniffed corners like she knew that somewhere just beyond her reach was Church, still watching too. Then came the day Dakota slipped into the light and through, and found a bridge of golden sky where time felt soft and new. And there was Church, calm, refined: “You’re late,” she said. “I kept the sun. I was waiting for you this whole time."

Kirby was the happiest, most caring of dogs. He loved all the people he met, he comforted each of us during our times of sorrow and shared every moment of joy. We were privileged to have him in our lives.

Ziva You will have a ball waiting for you baby girl.

We love you, sweet Bella!

Go run, bark and eat my good boy!

Truly one of a kind. You are so loved. We miss you dearly.

Whoopie, you will be missed so so much. Words can't even describe how much I just want you back here with me. Life will never be the same without you on Earth anymore. I will always keep your memory alive and remember you for the rest of my days, until we get to be reunited again and pick up where we left off. I can't wait to see your perfect cuddly, pear-shaped body, your crooked tail, and how you walked so uniquely by wobbling, and your round face and soft head, your deep snores, and how you loved belly rubs until your fur got sweaty. Love you so much, sweet girl. Until we get to meet again. 🤍

Thank you for everything you gave us in your lifetime, sweet girl. We will see you one day soon in heaven. We miss you each day.

Road trips, Camp, naps, walks and so many little things will never be the same without you here, but we will carry you in our hearts forever and keep telling your stories. Thank you, we LOVE you and " we will be right back" our good, sweet girl.

Goodbye, my darling angel of a cat. Knowing you was one of the best experiences I've ever had. I will always remember you, and you are not really gone from our lives and never will be. I will always be singing your song to you from here on out: "Her name is Tinkerbell, and she's sweet. She's the prettiest cat I'll ever meet! She's golden-hearted and strong--she surely deserves this song. How I love her. How I do. Yes, sirree, I surely do--wahoo, wahoo." Love always!