Pet Memorials
Helping Families Honor the Lives Of Those They Love
2/17/2021You changed our lives for the better. You were a little fighter and I am so grateful for the 18 years we had with you. We love you forever.twJill PattonSellersville, PennsylvaniaFebruary 19, 2021
Lucky Lekhaim
10/10/2004 - 2/14/2021Lucky Lekhaim, after 16 1/2 years, is gone. Our baby maine coon was a gentle giant. The only thing he ever demanded was to be hand fed for all that time. He was the best big brother and peacemaker. He gave amazing head butts and kisses. I have a big hole in my heart. I hope everyone gets to experience that kind of kitty love at least once in their life. #unconditionalloveTona RosenthalTampa, FloridaFebruary 19, 2021
9/15/2005 - 2/18/2021Oh sweet Maisy! We love you and miss you so very much. You were our first pet and taught us so much. Thank you for being so loyal to us for the last 15 years and watching your boy grow into a man. You went out so sweetly eating your ice cream and I felt your pain melt away. You are forever in our hearts. Goodnight Maisy.Bari MangumMint Hill, North CarolinaFebruary 19, 2021
1/1/2003 - 2/18/2021Oh sweet Soda girl, we already miss you so much. You have been with me through so many major moments in my adult life, it's hard to imagine life without you here. You were the sweetest girl. And you were mama's girl, always. I called you Shwaney one time at around 10 years old and it stuck. Over time it morphed into Shwaner Shweener Schay. In the last year of your life, you faced so many health challenges, but you also enjoyed running the roost, naps in the sun, and your special, heated sleeping spot. We love you so much and will miss you forever. We hope you are enjoying your time with Sushi, Titus Pullo, and Mama Cat.Shanda Chapin-RienzoSacramento, CaliforniaFebruary 19, 2021
5/18/2012 - 10/25/2020He IS the BEST dog you could EVER know he was never bad and hated to see us cryNash TN, TennesseeFebruary 19, 2021
Buddy Daly
8/24/2009 - 2/17/2021Buddy was the best dog ever. He will always be loved and be remembered. He loved swimming and eating pizza crust. We always welcomed company with his bark. We will have his memorial on Easter Sunday with family and friendsThe Daly FamilyPearl River, New YorkFebruary 19, 2021
Sophie Bonilla Ross
8/22/2006How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. A. A. MilneLaurie and Adriana RossSt Petersburg, FloridaFebruary 19, 2021
11/27/2015 - 2/10/2021We’ll never be ready for the inevitable. The day after Thanksgiving in 2016, we fell in love with the member of our family that made us whole. It was love at first sight. When they opened her crate, she came out ears pinned to her head and tail wagging looking at us with those big beautiful eyes. We found our girl and we were her mommy and daddy, the daughter we never had. She was perfect. The sweetest dog you will ever know. Our sweet girl. We have enjoyed 4 of the most beautiful years of each other’s lives together. She has enriched ours beyond measure and we have given her the life that she deserves. But a few weeks ago, we noticed there was something wrong. It was confirmed to us what it was after a very painful week of poking and prodding. The drugs that she was given worked at first, but it was less than 2 weeks before the tumor on her brain overpowered the efficacy of the drugs that could only make her more comfortable until the inevitable. On Wednesday, February 10th, we were with our Tallie Wags until the very end. Our voices were the last thing she heard as she passed. We weren’t ready for the absence of her claws tapping in the pitter patter rhythm of her steps on the floor. We weren’t ready to be unbothered with a sniffing snout and licking of chops and sitting like a good girl, watching us eat with her beautiful eyes while we had dinner after a long day.
We weren’t ready to let her go. We weren’t ready to hold her head up as she took her last breath, but we had to. It won’t ever stop hurting. Time doesn’t lessen that. But we can learn to live and honor your memory and revel in the happiness you brought us. Rest in forever, sweet girl. We love you. We're still not ready, but we promise that we will find you again if ever that was a possibility.
Tameka RobbinsManassas, VirginiaFebruary 18, 2021
4/22/2007 - 2/11/2021You came into our lives as an 8-week old puppy. You were named after Dad's dog, who was named Angel. He had his Angel, and I had my Angel. Little did we know how much you would let that name become who you were, one of God's angels sent down from Heaven to be with us through all the hard times. I, being 6 years old myself, loved the idea of a puppy to play with. However, I did not enjoy the puppy teeth and claws that came with you being a puppy. I wore long pants and long sleeves as we played in the front yard, just to not get bit or scratched. You chased me around that front planter bed, going around and around. You played with sticks with Dad while Mom took photos of you prancing around the yard. You left your mark in that front yard by leaving an indent in the monkey grass. I remember laying in the family room that night, just so I could sleep near my puppy.

We kept you in the kitchen. You made sure to protest by chewing up all the kitchen chairs and tables. While potty training you, you only peed on the green carpet, I assume because you thought it was still grass. You continued to love to play catch with sticks with Dad. You loved squeaker toys, chewing them up just to get to the squeaky part, then no longer wanting to play with them. You loved tug of war and whipping your little head back and forth to try to take the rope.

Somehow, it seemed like you grew up right under our noses. I only remember you being a puppy, then being a full-grown dog. Maybe that was because I was growing up too. All I know is that despite you now being a full-grown dog, you never grew out of your puppy personality. You always had so much energy to spare, bouncing off the walls if we didn't play ball with you every day. I would get tired of throwing the ball for you pretty quickly, mostly because the ball or frisbee got extremely dirty and full of slobber. Dad had more patience; he would play with you for as long as he possibly could, trying to trick you into thinking the ball was going one way then it going a completely separate way. You always found and caught the ball though. Your energy did not end outside though. Late at night, you and Dad would continue playing by biting and scratching on his arms. Dad will never forget you as the scars of those late nights remain forever on his arms.

Everyone in our family adored you. Andrea and Christian would come over to play with you. You were such a light to everyone who walked into our home, wanting to jump all over them and lick their faces. Gaga especially loved you. I think she loved you for your sweet but playful demeanor. You and her were one and the same, both sweet souls with a love for life. I can still see her sitting on the couch, secretly slipping you potato chips, despite Mom telling her not to.

You loved to bark. You LOVED to bark. You would bark at the crows on our back deck, the leaf moving in the front yard, or the neighbors walking their dog on the street. I think you thought that you were the protector of our house as if the leaves were threatening the safety of the home. We all got sick of your barking pretty quick, but you did not care in the slightest. You NEVER would stop till the threat was gone. How quiet the house sounds without your barks filling it with noise.

Lord help if a squirrel was on the back deck. You would go crazy barking at them and chasing them to get off YOUR porch. We couldn't even say the word squirrel without you going blitz at the back door. The same goes with the word 'ball.' We had to get really good at spelling and saying 'round spherical object' just so you wouldn't know what we were talking about and anticipate going outside.

Then your little sister came along, Sassy. We didn't even mean to do it on purpose, but both you and her were black and white, our matching doggie and kitty. Sassy would sit on Dad's lap while he read the Bible and you would sit in your spot next to him. Despite you being in the house first, Sassy made sure to put you in your place. If you got too close for comfort, she would swat you to tell you to back off. You both still loved each other. You were there when God called Sassy home.

You were supposed to be my dog, but let's be honest; you were Dad's dog. Mom and I tried to prove ourselves to you, but Dad was the one who played with you and fed you. You still loved Mom and me though. We showed our love to you in different ways from Dad. I used to dedicate all of my Sundays to ADAD: All Day Angel Day. I would try to spend as much time with you as possible you, whether that just be sitting in the room with you, playing ball with you, or dragging you through the river next to our house to go into the backfield. Thank you for putting up with my childish antics.

We thought you wanted a playmate. In truth, I think you would have rather have been the center of all our attention. But, we brought a little brother into your life with the best of intentions, Bandit. We thought you and Bandit would be the best of friends, like you and Sassy. Bandit adored you and wanted to play with you, but Dad was the only one you really wanted to play with. You never really liked Bandit; you just put up with him. He calmed your personality a little bit, ending the days of your chewing of my stuffed animals. Bandit and you would prance around the yard, hunting chipmunks in the woodpile. You would always get the ball before Bandit and trot back to Dad with the ball. Nevertheless, you and Bandit still had some fun together.

Then came Charlie, a new cat in your life. You and Charlie just coexisted. You definitely got your vengeance out on Charlie for all the years Sassy put you in your place. You would sniff Charlie's butt whenever you wanted to, and he wouldn't do anything. You and Bandit would chase Charlie down the hallway, trying to sniff his butt. We loved all you animals, from A-B-C. To be honest, we all loved you the most, but don't tell Bandit or Charlie.

You were there through some of the worst years of our lives. You were there to pick up our tears as Gaga's life faded away to cancer. You were there when Papaw died of a broken heart. You would just sit in the room, there for moral support when I cried. You gave the best hugs at that time, somehow understanding that I needed your love at that moment. You loved salty tears. I would give up my whole life for you to lick away my tears over you right now. Thank you for accepting my hugs that you never wanted to give.

You always loved the cold. You were not meant to live in Tennessee. You were meant to live in Alaska. When it was cold out, you got much more frisky. Your energy went up and you wanted to play CONSTANTLY. You would stay out in your yard for as long as possible, refusing to come inside. Your not-so-white coat would be revealed against the backdrop of the pure white snow. You would put your nose in the snow and throw snow up in the air. You would jump up and down, still keeping your back feet on the ground if we threw snow at you.

You were there for the good times and the bad. You were there when Dawn and Cheryl died. You were there when Mamaw Joyce died. You were there when I made it into Youth Orchestra. You were there when I made it into Governor's School. You were there when I made it into college. You were there for each and every moment, there to celebrate or to mourn.

Life began to catch up to you though. Your age could not keep up with your puppy-like mentality. Arthritis kicked in, but you didn't seem to care. You had a fighter spirit. If there was a ball involved, you would go for hours, then limp the next three days. It broke our hearts to have to limit how long you played ball, especially Dad. Your lungs and heart could keep up, but your hips could not. Dad managed how long he would play with you to make sure you didn't limp too much later.

Going to college was hard. I had to leave home and you. I knew you were getting older and I didn't want to miss a single moment with you. I drove away from Knoxville every single time, scared of the unthinkable. You made up for it though; you were always so happy to me when I came home. Dad and Mom sent me pictures and videos of you to make it feel like I was still home.

December 14 was one of the worst days of my life. As if 2020 wasn't bad enough, we had to find out that you had a tumor inside of you. We just loved on you as much as possible. Dad began making your home-cooked meals of eggs and tuna. You had no clue there was a tumor inside of you. You were still Angel, happy as ever. Mom gave you as many booty scratches as you wanted. I took as many photos and videos of you as I could.

The vet said you had a few weeks to live. You were our Christmas miracle. You got to experience one of the best snows on Christmas Eve. You caught snowballs in the backyard with Dad. You ran around like crazy, soaking up every minute in the snow and cold. You were just like a puppy again.

Leaving for college again was one of the hardest things. I knew the truth and didn't want to leave you. I wanted to have more years and memories with you. I wish I had never gotten that call from Mom and Dad. I rushed back home. I got to come home to see you for one last time.

I was so happy but sad to see you. You were still Angel, just in pain. I got to love on you and hug you. I said good night to you one last time. We had to say goodbye that evening though. Our house has not been the same since you left and it never will be.

Angel, you were the best doggy our family could have asked for. You gave us the best 13 years. You poured out love in your own special way. We could never say enough about you. We all miss you like crazy, especially Bandit. I hope that you are up in Heaven playing ball as much as possible and eating chips out of Gaga's hand. You will always be my overgrown puppy, our big girl, Dad's big girl, and so much more.
We love you Angel. We will miss you Forever.
Ashley ConserKnoxville, TennesseeFebruary 18, 2021
7/17/2006 - 2/12/2021Forever in our hearts, our good girl Reni. Our lives are better having had you in it.Orlando, FloridaFebruary 18, 2021