Pet Memorials
Helping Families Honor the Lives Of Those They Love
7/31/2014To our amazing Radar, your leaving took a piece of our hearts with you. We will miss your beautiful puppy face. But we will see you again one day… to all be together again.Diane and Jeff PhillipsJacksonville, FloridaAugust 7, 2014
4/1/2002 - 8/4/2014My beautiful Cheyenne. The best dog I've ever known. Wherever she goes, let there be snow.Karen HartlingLas Vegas, NevadaAugust 6, 2014
6/3/1997 - 8/2/2014To our beautiful princess, Nala, the sweetest cat to ever walk the earth. She will forever be in our hearts and we are forever grateful to have gotten to share her love of life, home and family. From the 1st day we saw you, you wrapped us all around your little gray paws! The house is so quiet without your trills and murps, and for 17 years you had to be involved with everything we did. The last few months were so hard for you, not being able to run with your usual abandon & joy. Now you can run around & be with Razi & Cugat! You are in our hearts forever! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Mom, Shannon & Cassie (Dad too!)Jennifer O'ConnorCedar Knolls, New JerseyAugust 5, 2014
9/19/2000 - 8/3/2014Sweet Scirocco... we miss you so much.Leslie MartinRiverside, CaliforniaAugust 4, 2014
10/31/2002 - 7/30/2014Annie smelled like microwave buttered popcorn. It would percolate through her tufty toe-pad fur and fill the room with sunshine when she was content. It was one of the things we didn't anticipate when we brought her home, 4 months after our wedding.

As first time dog owners we were conscientious. We read books on being good leaders, use positive training, don't scold for accidents you don't see happen. We researched breeds appropriate for our lifestyle: active types, runners living in the suburbs. We looked for ethical breeders in our area , those with wide, green acres for running and clean sleeping quarters. But similar to first time parents, we were not prepared. We were not prepared for the personalities that dogs come with. We were not prepared for the tour de force that was Annie.

Bred to be a show dog, she failed in some way or another. Maybe it was her single layer coat or diminutive size. Corgis, normally solid, sturdy dogs are bred for herding after cattle. They are low to the ground to miss a well-timed kick to the head from a hoof. They have double coats to keep the rain and cold away, common in their ancestral Welsh countryside.

Where Annie lacked in those areas she excelled in others. She had a show dog's opinion of herself, a innate belief that she was by far the most interesting thing in the room and all eyes should be upon her. She could work a crowd better than a politician. She would saddle up to people and ham it up, showing her belly with a floozy grin, practically commanding them to notice her. Relishing in the petting, soaking up the attention, parties were her jam.

She was a runner! and not just a runner….a runnnnnnnner. She could easily keep up with us for 5 miles. And she was blisteringly fast when an "offensive animal" walked into our yard. She would go so fast, ears back, tummy an inch from the ground, front legs flying out, back ones shooting behind that she more bounded in a low crouch than ran, paws touching for less than a millisecond per stride. For fun, she would spin around in top-speed circles in the yard (or in the winter, the bedroom). We called that Rodeo. It was especially fun to watch when done with another dog, each one ducking and weaving between the other, grinning, stopping for a remote second to then jump back into the dance. Rodeo.

Uncommonly for a herding dog, Annie liked to fetch. She knew the different names of her toys. Maybe it was ChubChub that was tossed this time, and she would know to leave Squeaky or Chew alone, single-mindedly searching for the only one that was requested. Racing down the hall, bounding up the stairs 3 at a time with ease, returning, with jaunt in her step and a grin.

On walks, we'd joke that Annie had an alignment issue. She wanted to move so quickly that her back legs would speed past her fronts, a Slinky, swaying to and fro. We nicknamed her SlinkyDog. Her ambition to be first drove the pace of our outings. If we unconsciously got ahead of her by a fraction, she would pick up her speed to be a nose in front. Shoes, nose, shoes nose…until our calves burned and thighs strained and we suddenly became conscious of the challenge and nipped it with a tug on the leash. She was schizophrenic in her sniff choices, unable to decide what side of the trail she preferred to stay on. Unlike a blood hound following a single trail, she frenetically sniffed to the left then to right, tugging to this side for 3 seconds then running to go to that opposite side for 4. For this, she was nicknamed The Kite.

All that running, all the time, you would think we would have noticed when she slowly…. stopped. She stopped running and stopped Rodeo. We thought, "she's just getting older". She stopped coming up the stairs. We said "But she is still eating fine" and we still didn't see. But when the tops of her back feet began to scuff on the ground and bleed, we noticed. She was then diagnosed with DM, Degenerative Myelopathy, a genetic disease that wastes away the neurons to the legs, to the trunk, to eventually the heart and lungs. We had 2 years, if we were lucky.

Ever the fighters, we taught her how to go up the stairs again, inching up one by one. We bought a sling to keep her legs under her during walks, for now the SlinkyDog was even more slinky. When her back legs could no longer stabilize her, we got her a cart designed especially for her.

We had heard about carts from Bobbie Mayer the webmaster of Corgis on Wheels and author of WheelCorgis. Some dogs never like their cart, some don't realize their potential until they are completely immobile. Not Annie. She sped off in it the first day, like an otter goes through water, looking back at us with a grin so large it said What took you so long?!

She was running…again. And that is how we choose to remember her today, our petite, ambitious, popcorn SlinkyDog, chasing down toys and Rodeo-ing with the others with DM, nose in the air as she crossed the Rainbow Bridge with the aid of Dr. Brad.
S H TurgeonNewtown Square, PennsylvaniaAugust 4, 2014
8/2/2014We miss you Tig.Marty NielsenArlington, VirginiaAugust 4, 2014
9/1/2003 - 8/1/2014Scooter left a forever paw print on our hearts!Bonnie ZickgrafDavenport, FloridaAugust 3, 2014
12/2/2001 - 8/2/2014In memory of our loving baby boy Zack, he suffered an injury when he was 5 and persevered through so much. He was a strong and loyal boy, who is loved so dearly. It gives us peace to know that he is no longer in pain and is running and playing. The love he gave was stomach ache love...he will be missed more than words can ever express. He had so many nicknames because anyone who came in contact with him was so endeared to him. What a treasure he was...thank you Zack, you gave us far more than we could have ever given you. xoxoxoxoxoxo!!!!Noelle MaroonSparta, New JerseyAugust 3, 2014
10/1/2002 - 8/3/2014The house is so empty and quiet without you, Boo Boo. You were my protector for the last 12 years and I protected you. I always loved the fact that you made it clear that no harm would come to me while you were around. You were beautiful, smart and sweet, and a wonderful guard dog. Everybody is sorry to hear that you gave up your fight, but it was your time. You were my best friend. I love you, Bear. Rest in peace, buddy. I'm sure Benny is glad to see you.Nina McCullockHurdle Mills, North CarolinaAugust 3, 2014
7/5/2005 - 7/30/2014It's now been four days since Andy closed his eyes for the last time. Since then, every hour holds those "Andy" moments; we glance at his water bowl to make sure it's filled, expect him to meet us when we return home, are careful to not trip over him in a dark room. Andy moments are the myriad impulses of his being here, and the hollowness when we remember he is not. For Andy, "Home" was the word that excited him most—"Home" meant refuge, family, peace, rest—we believe he has all those things now, as well as his home, away from home, in our hearts.Susan & Lee RheaPennsville, New JerseyAugust 3, 2014