Pet Memorials
Helping Families Honor the Lives Of Those They Love
Misty
This was my kitty girl Misty and she was over 18 years old when she crossed the rainbow bridge on July 10,2012. Over the last 18 years she has my best friend that seen me through alcoholism, drug addiction, and finally a clean life the last 10 years. On the days I didnt think I could go one more step she was there reminding me I had to because she needed me as much as I needed her!!I use to worry that I would die before her and then who would take care of her!!I love her so much and will miss her. I pray that when I leave this earth to be with the Lord in heaven she will be there too!! Thank you God for sending me Misty she was such a blessing to me and although I find it so hard to have let go I loved her so much that I could not watch her suffer anymore.Lori .The Colony, TexasNovember 19, 2012
Millie
She was a surprise present to Daddy from Mommy and from Day One, she was "Daddy's Girl." She was all legs and had ears that were almost satin to the touch. She was part of a litter that had been abandoned at a vet's office door. We thought she was a beagle at first. But as she grew into those legs, it became apparent that this was no beagle. We realized we had a Rhodesian Ridgeback.

She had an older sister, Idgit. Idgit had lost her right eye before we rescued her. Every time they went for their walk, Millie always made sure she stayed on her sister's blind side, helping guide her. They were sisters and best friends and were never apart for all of Millie's 13 years. Idgit misses her deeply.

Millie loved her squeaky toys. Actually, she enjoyed the squeaky IN the toy. It was normal to come home to find a discarded toy and stuffing all over the house from where she had removed the squeaker.

Three years ago, Millie got a baby sister, Diva. Diva followed Millie wherever she went and soon developed the same mannerisms. Susan and I are convinced Millie was training Diva to take over for her after she was gone.

Even though she was Daddy's Girl, she loved her Mom just as much. Often, when she was still able to get in the big bed, she would get up on her mother's side and snuggle next to her,stretching as much as her body would go, forcing Mom into Dad and Dad off the other side. Later, when she was unable to get up on the bed on her own, she would sometimes lay in front of the fan Mom used on her side to keep cool.

At the end, she had several tumors in her body. The last couple of weeks, she was having difficulty getting comfortable and would whine until we gave her something for the pain. Then, one night, while laying on the floor next to her she looked me straight in the eyes and gave me "The Look", the one that said, " Dad, it's time."

On June 24, 2012, in the backyard surrounded by her her sisters, Idgit and Diva, her Aunt Donna and while being gently held in her Mommy and Daddy's arms, Millie made her way to the Rainbow Bridge. We would like to thank Dr. Suzanne Brough for helping make that journey as gentle and compassionate as possible.

Her name was Millie, but we called her different things at different times. Pill, PillyPoops and Boogerhead being the most used. But now we call her something more and that is "Loved and Missed".
Kevin & Susan .Lehigh Acres, FloridaNovember 19, 2012
Max
Max was my very best friend for 12 years. Max was by my side thru the good and the bad times. I could always count on him to be there for me. I can't put into words what Max meant to me. He was one of a kind. For me, there will never be another dog like Max. I love and miss him every day. Saying goodbye to Max was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Thank's to Dr. Jennifer Hawthorne, her compassion and caring made letting go of Max almost bearable. Dr. Jennifer made it possible for Max to pass on in his home with his head on my lap, the way he always did for his daily brushing. Thank you "Lap of Love" for helping me thru a most difficult time.
Max...3-25-2000 - 4-18-2012
You will always be in my heart....wait for me at "Rainbow Bridge" so we can be together again. I send you all my Love.
Margrit .Huntersville, North CarolinaNovember 19, 2012
Moose
We always considered ourselves cat people. We'd never had a dog before but a new puppy was part of the deal. We were moving from upstate New York to Birmingham, AL and had promised our three kids a puppy to help with the transition. Our new neighbors told us about a litter of stray puppies living on the outskirts of our sub-division so before our first week in AL was over, we adopted the last female - a yellow lab/terrier mix. The kids named her Madeline Diana. She came to us the week that Princess Diana was killed but we soon realized that such a feminine and regal name didn't suit her and for some unknown reason we started calling her "Moose".

Since we only had cats, I had no idea how difficult puppies could be and Moose had to be one of the worst. In her first 18 months of life, she chewed through a screened porch, put scratches in our hardwood floors so deep that we had to have them refinished and ruined several table and chair legs. One of her favorite things to do was get loose on garbage day. She'd be gone for hours only to arrive home carrying some "treasure" she'd found in someone's garbage. She acted like she found gold whenever she presented us with a dirty diaper or some equally gross item. She was always trying to run away from us, just for the fun of it. I'll always remember her looking over her shoulder with that "catch me if you can" look in her eye as she sprinted off down the street.

Moose taught me a lot. She taught me that going through the drive-thru just to buy a puppy a cheeseburger was a bad idea especially if I didn't want to be up all night cleaning carpet. She also taught me that when I used the command "kennel" to get her to go into her crate, it could also mean "under the bed" or eventually "on the bed" as this was her preferred place to sleep. If you read the book or saw the movie, "Marley and Me", you know the kind of bad puppy behavior I'm talking about.

All this time Moose was spending being "bad" she was working her way into our hearts. After a year in Alabama, we moved to Chicago where Moose became an avid Cubs' fan. Ok, maybe I was the one who became a Cubs' fan but I swear Moose liked to listen to the games. I remember one occasion when I turned the TV channel to a Cubs' game and I saw her pick her head up, look at the screen for a few seconds, let out a big sigh and settle back down for a nap. It was as if she knew I'd be watching the game for the next 2-3 hours so she might as well relax.

Moose took the job of guarding us very seriously. It was hard to be mad at her when, on separate occasions, the cleaning lady, the Geek Squad guy and our pool cleaner came in the door without ringing the bell and being let in and she bit them. Afterall, she was only doing her job. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured.

After several years in Chicago, we relocated to Florida which turned out to be Moose's last home. She took each move in stride. It didn't seem to matter to her where she was, just as long as she was with her family. She always had that beautiful smile on her face. Some say that it's just the way a Lab looks, due to breathing through their mouths and everything but in Moose's case, she really seemed to be smiling. She was one happy dog.

We aquired another dog along the way but Moose was always pack leader until her health started to decline. One day we noticed a definite power shift but that was ok. We still had our Moose. Her hearing started to go and her hind legs shook from arthritis whenever she was standing but she was always ready for a walk and always waiting and watching by the front door lest anyone outside of the family dare to take a step onto our driveway. The last few years she took more and more medications but was still always smiling by the door, ready for a walk - even if it was just across the street and back. We would have continued to give her medications and short walks as long as she was comfortable. She was worth it but when her hind legs finally gave out on her, it was time to let her go. She had that smile on her face right up until the end. She would have been fifteen in June. We still love cats but Moose was the one who made us love dogs too.
Susan .Saint Augustine, FloridaNovember 19, 2012
Mandi
Mandi was my best friend for almost 17 years. She was always happy to see me when i got up or had been out for a while. Her love for me and my family was unconditional and only asked for love in return, which she got plenty of . I miss her more each day everywhere i look i see her or where she should be. I thank Dr Jennifer Hawthorne for her compassion for my my Mandi. That was the most diginified way to help her pass. Dr Hawthorne took time to explain every step and i was allowed to hold my pal thru the whole process. God bless all at lap of love.Herschel FarmerMooresville, FloridaNovember 19, 2012
Moose
Moose will forever remain in our hearts. His presence was enormous and the love he gave could fill worlds. One day we will walk together again.

Thank you Lap of Love for providing such a wonderful service. Our loved ones deserve respect up until the end. We want to especially thank you Dr. Suzanne Brough, for all your kindness and professionalism.

We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.
-Immanual Kant
Naples, FloridaNovember 19, 2012
Maddie
Maddie girl we will always remember you! We are thankful for 13 years of love and laughter with you! We will always remember how you would talk for apples and use your head to open any door in the house. Thanks for being such a great study buddy every day!Karen .Longwood, FloridaNovember 19, 2012
Mia
R.I.P. Mia Miller 10-27-99***03-02-12. I love you my sweet, brave girl! I know you are watching me from up above. Thank you Lap of Love for making Mia and my experience seamless. It turned out to be one of the most loving moments Mia and I have ever shared together. Goodbye my little chia dog.Sara .Tampa, FloridaNovember 19, 2012
Matisse
On February 5, 2012 my best ever canine friend Matisse lost his battle with lymphoma. He would have been 6 on February 14th. Matisse was 110 pounds of muscle, love and joy. Everyone called him handsome. He was loved greatly and will be missed by the many that enjoyed his love and energy. Dr. Dana Lewis made the dreaded experience of assisting his end of life warm, loving and peaceful. I have much gratitude.Janice MillsDurham, North CarolinaNovember 19, 2012
Maple
Maple entered our life as a "pal" for our boy, Cody. Not that Cody really ever wanted a little sister -- boy did he get one! She was "hell" on wheels and proved to be the "queen" the moment she padded into the house with her overly big paws. She was not what most would call a "pretty" Springer, one ear white and one ear liver, a liver spot on top of her head -- the aforementioned is where she got her name. It looked like "Maple" syrup had dropped on her head. But her beauty was unspoken with the deep brown eyes and the way she wagged the "nub" of a tail; and of course to me, her mother, she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

I lost my girl this week. After a valiant struggle through liver disease, pancreatitis and various other issues, we needed to make the decision that has left me inconsolable. You see, Maple was my child, my best friend, my co-worker, and heart. She made me a better human.

Since I have been working from my home, I have a solitude life with little interaction with other people. Maple was with me 24/7. She was in my office every day, we scheduled our lunch time together, she slept in my bed with a head on a pillow next to me (yes, under the covers). She knew me more deeply and understood my nuances better than any person or previous pet that I've had -- I in turn could read her like a book. I knew her moods and especially when she was not feeling good but when they talk about dogs being "stoic" they had nothing on my tough wonder dog. At 13-1/2 to have fought through pancreatitis made me understand just how much she wanted to be with us through the holidays.

There are so many wonderful memories that I have but in this darkest now, I find it tough to remember all the wonderful things that Maple was and how she transformed my life. I just selfishly miss her warm beautiful eyes looking at me every day. I am a spiritual person and believe that we will be together one day but I am not a patient person and wish that when I walk through this empty house that I had her here. While intellectually I know that we helped her move on before she had to suffer, I cannot reconcile myself to the actual decision/act and have enormous guilt that maybe one more try -- but as I said, I knew her better than anyone and she was telling me it was time.

The feelings are raw and I'm trying to grieve but also want to honor the life of this wonderful creature (who believed she was more human than dog). I wonder if when Maple left she knew she took my heart?
Cheryl .St. Pete Beach, FloridaNovember 19, 2012