Pet Memorials
Helping Families Honor the Lives Of Those They Love
12/13/1998 - 5/27/2015My precious baby girl... you will always be in my heart. Your "work" and your presence will always be with those who love you. Run, play... run faster... you are whole again! Together, someday, we will cross the Rainbow Bridge together....Joan GoodmanLakewood, WashingtonJune 1, 2015
2/21/2006 - 5/30/2015"So much joy"
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We are so grateful for the three years of joy we shared with Zoe, our rescue dog, prior to her diagnosis of an inoperable brain tumor.
A friendly Australian shepard mix, her tailwagging buck-toothed smile charmed other dogs and people on our walks in the neighborhood. Her black and tan markings were distinctive, framing her face in way that she looked like either Zorro, the Phantom of the Opera, a badger or raccoon! With eyebrows expressive enough it looked like makeup, a short tail constantly in motion, and black diamond markings on the side of her face, she needed no introduction, she owned the place.
She was known to belt out a good burp now and then, which sounded like a guy on a Superbowl beer commercial!
That said, she enjoyed sweet potato snacks and scarfed down raw carrots to keep her figure trim.
Zoe loved RV travel, and became fluent in french (can you say biscuit?) as an international traveler when we ventured into Quebec, Canada. Her favorite spot to visit was Maine, where upon arriving at the campground, she would throw herself down on the ground for a good back rub and shake, living life large in the cool breeze and soft, green grass. Early in the evenings when we were watching tv, she'd jump off the couch around 8 pm and trot right into her kennel for a good night's rest. I think she thought it would spare her wrinkles in old age!
Alas, old age was not her fortune, and as she declined we made the call to Lap of Love. Zoe was comfortable on her favorite couch when she passed onto the rainbow bridge, to join our family and other dogs in heaven. I picture her now having a grand time and rolling in the grass somewhere up there, getting hugs and kisses, playfully running across the clouds and sky.
Thank you Zoe for all you gave us.
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Paula and ChuckGainesville, FloridaMay 31, 2015
10/20/2002 - 5/26/2015God bless my little Nellie.Robert J ClarkRushland, PennsylvaniaMay 31, 2015
i love you buddy and may you live on in my hart forever i will never stop thinking of you and i will still be there for you if you need me RIP BUDDYkatia pleaustin, TexasMay 31, 2015
5/4/1998 - 5/26/2015The Eyes Have It

As my puppy (dog) declined, I was waiting for the day when her eyes would be glazed over, and she would be unaware of me. Then the decision would be easy. But that never happened. She had gotten to the point where she couldn’t stand or eat. She could only rest, and her breathing was somewhat labored. But every time I started to leave the room, she’d raise her little head and look at me with those big brown eyes as if to say “Mommy, where are you going? Stay right here, next to me.” And I did, for the most part.

Aby, my silky terrier of almost 17 years, was known as the Wonder Dog at the Vet’s office because she had been on dialysis for almost four years and had lived an extended and quality life because of it. But four years is a long time, and every now and then, she seemed to decline, and each time I thought “this is it, get ready.” And then the little stinker rallied and returned to a fairly good level of health. She wasn’t ready to leave me, and she knew I wasn’t ready to say good-bye. Dogs know this kind of thing.

She was never a great eater, but with dialysis she needed to maintain enough fatty tissue for the needle to be put under her skin to deliver fluids. I was getting desperate, trying all sorts of creative combinations of her regular diet to entice her to eat. The problem was that she had another non-life threatening condition that limited the choices of what she could eat. And being a food connoisseur rather than a chowhound, she became bored after a week or two of eating one of my creative entrees. So I would rub my two brain cells together and come up with a new concoction of the same foods, but with a new twist.

The last one was a hit. She adored it and ate it for dinner for two months straight, even wanting her special treats in the morning as well. She would dive her little head into the bowl and emerge a few minutes later with a mustache of yams on her chin, anxious and ready for her prostora (we called it her biscuit). She just loved her biscuit! I could tell she had gained a pound or two. It made me very happy, but I was waiting for the axe to fall — to fall on my heart and break it.

And so the day came when she just turned away from her food and never returned. That was the beginning of the end. She got weaker and weaker, her legs collapsing under her more frequently, and having accidents in the house, but still trying to let me know, when she could, that she needed to go outside. She was determined to follow Mommy’s rules whenever she could. And when she couldn’t, I just cleaned up, and then scooped her up into my arms and showered her with kisses and hugs. And she kissed me and just rested in my arms, too tired to wiggle out of them, even if she wanted to. My brother said she wasn’t giving up because she was living for my love. And my sister said she had been told that dogs hang in there as long as they can, for their owners. I think both were true.

And so I struggled with the two alternatives…let her pass naturally at home or bring her to the Vet to be euthanized. But there were those big brown eyes looking at me, recognizing me, wanting me to cuddle up next to her. The thought of seeing fear in her eyes in her last moments at my Vet’s office was not an option. But the possibility that she might experience pain in her final moments was also not an acceptable option. What to do? I needed help…and then I found Lap of Love on the internet, and my third and acceptable option emerged…get a consultation, let someone help me know what to do, know if it was time.

And so I called Lap of Love, and Dr. Sandra stopped by that evening. I can only describe her as an angel of mercy. She came into the bedroom where I was holding Aby, who was all wrapped up, nice and warm in my soft robe, lying on my chest and looking into my eyes. As soon as Dr. Sandra walked into the room, I started to cry but got my act together and talked to her about Aby, about my fears, about my quandary as to whether it was time to say goodbye or not. Dr. Sandra quietly listened to everything I needed to say. She gently gave her input but without telling me what I should do, leaving that decision up to me. Her compassion and gentle spirit gave me the support I so desperately needed to make the right decision for Aby. I knew it was time to let her go.

I will never forget how caring Dr. Sandra was, how my friend Marc, who administered dialysis to Aby every day, arrived just in time for that moment, how my Mom, who loved Aby very much, was by our bedside, and most of all, how Aby’s big brown eyes looked into mine with such love, and trust and knowing…that Mommy was making the best decision for her, her last act of love, so that her little body and soul could finally rest in peace. It was one of the saddest, yet most beautiful moments of my life.

Thank you, Dr. Sandra, for the angelic mission you perform, for removing the fear we so dread our beloved pets will experience in their last moments with us and, instead, replace the dread with an experience of great love and calm and eternal peace. I will be forever grateful to you for that.
Jan WansSpringfield, New JerseyMay 28, 2015
1/16/2001 - 5/26/2015I had to put my best friend to sleep yesterday. His simple eulogy was: “He was a great dog.” – I got him in 2001, we were both in transition at the time; me from Omaha to Las Vegas, and him from a ‘puppy-mill’ somewhere in Missouri.

The first time I ever saw him, he was in a pet store here in Las Vegas. I went into the store to get a pet; thinking it may help my melancholy. They had a myriad of pets in there, all sorts of breeds, and I actually decided on a Basenji… But, as I was walking around the pet area, I heard a little ‘yip’, looked around, and saw a very spritely Sheltie looking at me. We both kind of looked at each other; almost as if we knew each other… spooky… and I decided to postpone my decision a bit.

That night, I decided that if that Sheltie was still there in the morning, I’d get it. Fate, mystery, the alignment of stars… who knows… He was there the next day (my heart was actually beating faster as I practically trotted into the pet store to see if he was still there.) We both smiled broadly at each other, when we saw each other. It truly WAS ‘love at first sight.’

Thus it began… we’ve been everywhere together; to Omaha, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, up the Oregon coast; even on top of Mt. Charleston, here in ‘Vegas. We’ve had ice cream together, French fries together, pickles (can you believe it?) and SO, SO many other things.

I could go on (and on)… I’m sure you all have had your favorite pet and had to grieve when it went over to Rainbow Bridge. It’s not easy, is it? – My dog, Dillon had more character, ethics, and a sense of responsibility than most actual human beings I know. To him, his major responsibility was looking after, and protecting me. He STAYED at the entrance of my small office, all the way to the end, yesterday.

I relieved him of his duties late yesterday afternoon… He was very sad… could barely walk, hear, see… couldn’t control his bladder, etc. Broke my heart…

I got one of the kindest men I’ve ever met, Dr. Toby Goldman, a “home-euthanizer”, to come over. We all sat outside with Dilly, reminisced, told ‘doggy-stories’, and as the sun began to sink in the west, we all (including Dilly), knew it was time.

We have a nice backyard, with an old fashioned picnic table. That was his “transition-point” and we all petted him, talked to him, and “loved” him as the ‘pain-relieving’ balm began to ease into his body. Finally, he had precious, painless sleep; and then, without a whimper, he eased over to another place where he is whole again and looking for his best bud, Dakota, who preceded him.

We’re having him cremated, and are going to keep his ashes. He was a remarkable dog from the start, and a remarkable in the end. He really WAS my best friend… and I already miss him dearly…

Whisper a “God-speed” for Dilly sometime, if you think about it… I’d appreciate it, — and Dilly will be smiling at your kind thought.

“Dillon Adair – January 16th 2001 — May 26th 2015”

“The world is a bit less beautiful… because you’re not with us”
Tom AdairLas Vegas, NevadaMay 27, 2015
1/28/2000 - 5/22/2015Lucy was the best thing that ever happened to us. She was constantly by my side watching every move I made with her big beautiful brown eyes. She was a reddish-colored golden retriever. My husband travelled a great deal and our children are grown, so Lucy and I were joined at the hip and the heart. She didn't like to take walks, but rather run at the speed of lightening. Asking her if she wanted to go to the park was the most wonderful question ever. She'd walk with a tennis ball in her mouth and then run out to catch it, flying through through the air. When she got to be about 10, she could no longer run or do stairs. We took walks around the blocks and stopped at a nearby church to pray on the steps. Lucy made us laugh so much. She was the heart of our home, moving with us five times in her life, two of them long distance. Her signature was that she would walk between peoples' seemed to be her way of hugging. As I am a pianist, she learned very early on to sing....she had both rhythm and pitch! I taught piano and she would sing along with some of the students' pieces to their sheer delight. She was terrified of thunderstorms and we often spent the night in the closet under the stairs. We furnished it with comforters, pillows, toys, and ran a fan into an opening in the wall. These are some of my happiest memories, as well as listening to her beautiful snoring as she slept. She loved everyone she met. Our heart hurts so badly and We can't wait to see her again in heaven!julie SmithWinter Park, FloridaMay 27, 2015
5/18/2015DeeDee loved everyone who came into our home. Whom ever came to the front door was greeted promptly and she loved to run out on the front porch to do so. She welcomed visitors with her big meow and made sure that everyone had the opportunity to pet her. When she came home, it was in the arms of my son Alex, who was in the fourth grade. Our house was busy that day with Grandparents visiting and DeeDee hid in the laundry room for days in a corner behind the washer and dryer. Once we coaxed her out, she never went back. Nobody put DeeDee in the corner!

Her fur was a beautiful reddish hue and she had the most beautiful fluffy tail, both of which made her look “foxy”. Her face was framed with a bright white chin and two beautiful green eyes that sparkled. Long white whiskers tickled when she rubbed her face against mine. Her signature was a smudge of brown around her mouth, which resembled slightly crooked lipstick. Her nose was wide and long, making her face almost lioness-like.

She was a busy kitty, since she had a young boy to raise! She attended all of his birthday parties and listened patiently while he learned the guitar and clarinet. Her hearing had diminished as she became older, attributed to the volume of his guitar amps. Her meow became much louder and she would let you know when she walked into the room. His pillow was hers, and every night she slept with him, snuggled close. Her Alex would have friends sleep over, as most young children and teens do, and every morning when the kids awoke, DeeDee would be in the midst of the mess of sleeping bags and boys. She had been known to leave a furball or two as presents for some of the guests.

We called DeeDee our “Momma Cat” because she seemed to have a nurturing spirit. When our beloved Louie became ill, she stayed close and bathed him until the very end. When our frisky little Socrates came, she tolerated his rambunctious ways without batting an eye. When our little girl Dolly came, a lesson in manners was dealt, showing Dolly how to behave like a lady. She could be counted on to show great patience when any and all of them pushed and shoved to the food bowl. She could throw a quick pop with the paw when they got too frisky.

As her young man matured and left for college, DeeDee retained the bedroom they grew up in, but she grew more and more attached to Dad.

She always appeared to say good morning to Dad when he woke at 3 am and in the evening when he came home. She could count on a “Dad Ride” which meant she hugged his neck like a little bear and propped herself on his shoulder. Some days she would “ride” around the yard while they took inventory of the plants and flowers, other days she would get a ride to the den where she sat with Dad on the ottoman they shared. She would sit patiently, but most nights after Dad was seated comfortably, she walked the “Dad Bridge” (his legs) up to snuggle on his chest.

She spent time outside on the screened patio hunting lizards and laying by the pool. Her favorite activity was walking around the front of the house to smell the flowers. She was our special girl and the only kitty allowed outside in the front yard. She grew to enjoy lounging in the garage on the golf cart. We never knew why she would want to go out there, since some days it was very warm. We would only let her stay out for a few minutes on those days. Perhaps it was to get away from her two brothers and sister…who never were allowed outside. One day we decided to take her for a ride on the golf cart and she loved it. Most kitties would have been jumpy or nervous, not our DeeDee! She sat in Mom’s lap and enjoyed the cool breeze of the early evening air, as if she had been riding all her life.

Although Mom didn’t approve, Alex and Dad spoiled her by giving her treats from our dinner table. Chicken was her favorite and she knew she could count on one of her guys to provide a taste. Even when Mom made her wait outside until after dinner, she would get a special treat from Dad’s plate when Mom wasn’t looking.

She depended on Mom to take care of her beautiful fur, and spent time letting Mom brush her until she was silky. She seemed to love Mom, but it was her Alex and Dad that she adored. Mom was the caretaker, but they were the ones who were the highlight of her days.

We were so lucky to have our girl come into our lives. Looking back, she was with us for at least 12 years, but she will stay in our hearts forever!
Audrey KelleyJacksonville, FloridaMay 27, 2015
12/25/2000 - 5/25/2015Ravissante ("Ravi") is french for charming or lovely. Ravi certainly lived up to her full name. She always showed her unconditional love for us, her fellow friends, our nieces and nephews, and everyone who got to know her. We selfishly wanted more than our 14 years with her, but we know that she is finally resting comfortably. Now she can stand without pain and is running, swimming, tearing apart an unlimited pile of "tire biter" toys and enjoying her place in heaven. It will take some time for us to stop hearing her or expecting to see her around the house but Ravi will be in our hearts and our memories forever. We love you Ravi!John and Helene FGreat Falls, VirginiaMay 27, 2015
5/20/2000 - 5/23/2015Peaches passed away peacefully and quietly at home in her favorite spot on our bed. She instinctively told me that she was tired and had enough of the pain medicine and that her tumor was getting worse. I agreed that we both were tired and that although we loved each other very much I had to let her go. This was the hardest thing I have had to do but necessary to release her from her pain. She needed to be free.
Bob and I have been blessed and grateful that we shared 15 years with this smart, sassy, funny poodle. She will remain in our hearts forever.
Debra and Bob LambertiFt Lauderdale, FloridaMay 26, 2015