Pet Memorials
Helping Families Honor the Lives Of Those They Love
8/3/2000 - 6/15/2016Tucker was everything a best friend should be. He will forever live in my heart.Jean CuberoTampa, FloridaJune 21, 2016
12/30/2001 - 6/6/2016Mocha, it's taken me two whole weeks to write this tribute for you and about you. I got you home today and I told myself that when I got you home, I would put away your favorite bed, share your other two beds with the other 7 dogs, and rearrange my room so I am not staring down and leaving treats in your empty bed every single day. I have you home now... I miss you so so so much. My heart aches without you here.... There is such huge hole in my life where you have been my baby, my "dogter" for the last 14.5 years.Lisa BurnsLake Worth, FloridaJune 20, 2016
11/17/1999 - 6/18/2016My sweetest Taj...I am sure you think I saved you but the truth is you saved me. You taught me what it was like to love unconditionally, to have unyielding loyalty, and to stop and enjoy the sun. You were there through all the good and bad times but because of you there were many, many more good times than bad ones. I take solace in knowing that your last day was one where the sun was shining and where you were having one of your better days and that you passed peacefully, without any pain or suffering, in your favorite place - my arms. You may be gone in body but not in spirit as your memory will live with me forever. I love you and I know you'll be waiting for me at Heaven's door. Until then....T. ArchiePhiladelphia, PennsylvaniaJune 20, 2016
Zerla bear
6/12/2016My beloved Zerla Bear, you comforted me in my dark times, staying by my side through repeated illnesses. You were a fuzzy ball of love, it just radiated out of you in the loudest purr! My life is so much better having had you with me for these last 13 years, the only problem is it feels so empty without you now. There will be other fuzzy companions, but you will never be replaced in my heart.Laurie BrooksPhoenixville, PennsylvaniaJune 20, 2016
Bear Robbins
10/14/2002 - 5/31/2016Bear Robbins

Bear was loved by Ann and Eddie Robbins. He was almost 14 years old. He was a Newfoundland Labrador mix. He loved to be in the car sitting in the back seat like he was human and just sitting there with the wind going through his hair. He was never one to stick his head out the window. He and I loved to eat a pack of hot dogs, he knew right away what I brought up from the downstairs refrigerator and was excited beyond words. On the times we walked I never needed a leash as he stayed right next to me the whole time. Bear was our whole world. He being happy was our utmost priority. Though it did not take him long to be happy he just needed to be by his people as my wife would say. He never ever made a mess in the house and was never crated as there was a mutual trust from the get go.

We loved him with all of our hearts and the house is so empty without him. There will never be another dog that can replace him, we will move forward as he would want us to and get a new family member but whoever it is will not take the place of Bear just fill some of the gapping hole in our hear Bear left with his passing.
Eddie RobbinsSt Clair Shores, MichiganJune 20, 2016
Harrison "harry
11/6/2006 - 6/7/2016With a heavy heart and much sorrow I share the passing of my best buddy Harry.” I had to make one of the hardest decisions of my life as Harry began to suffer from the affects of kidney failure. Harry was an English Mastiff who reached the age of 10yrs 7mo. He’s been a blessing in my life for the past seven and a half years and I’m still struggling to come to grips with his passing.

We picked him up from Gentle Giants Rescue of Southern California in December 2008 and he’s been my constant companion ever since. I will miss is big head, his goofy demeanor, his big tongue giving those “BIG” kisses, his heavy lean, and that slobber; oh all that slobber! He would sit on my foot to pin me down and lean into my leg with most of his 185lbs, practically knocking me over every time. All in search of getting his ribs scratched or his chin and ears rubbed. Let’s not forget his bulldozer move; this is where he would calmly walk up to you, from front or behind, lowering his head and burying it in-between your thighs moving you with brute force until you scratch behind his ears.

I’ve spent the last several days trying to understand why this hurts so much; why it feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and I’ve come to this conclusion: These wonderful creatures love unconditionally and they depend on us humans for everything in their lives, their whole life. No other relationship compares.

He was the gentlest of giants and is sorely missed. I may have rescued him in 2008, but he’s been doing the rescuing ever since! Harry, you will always be loved and will never be forgotten!

“The Power of the Dog”
Rudyard Kipling

THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Lebanon, IllinoisJune 20, 2016
11/17/2008 - 6/16/2016At 10 o'clock Thursday morning bub made his way across the rainbow bridge.. he went peacefully and in the arms of Joe and I at his favorite spot with sand in his toes and salt water all over his fur.. he felt no pain at all which made things so much easier.. Radio was diagnosed with cancer late 2015. At that moment we knew we had to do whatever it took to get him better. So we made our way 3 hours to Leesburg, VA to the oncology center to start Radios intense radiation. After each treatment they were getting more and more hopeful that we would have Radio for years to come. Radio received his last treatment in February and everything looked great. He was no longer self amputating himself, his muscle mass improved, he was eating and most importantly playing with his favorite tennis balls. Our world changed about 2 weeks ago when we started noticing he had this really bad cough and he was losing weight very quickly. We took him to the vet and they said it could be pneumonia .We started giving him antibiotics and I noticed that it wasn't helping. So my husband took Radio back to the vet to get a chest x-ray. That day our lives changed forever, the doctor confirmed what my gut had been telling me, that the cancer had made its way back and spread to his lungs.. Our poor fur child was covered in tumors. They suggested we could do radiation and chemo again but it wasn't fair to put him through all that again. So we had to make the most devastating decision of our life.. We gave radio the best last few days from ice cream, to unlimited car rides, days spent at the beach and eating whatever his little heart desires. From the morning we had to say see you later our hearts were completely shattered.. I know he is pain free and living the life all while still protecting his family.Jill and Joe BrotanHampton, VirginiaJune 19, 2016
5/23/2014 - 10/8/2015If you're looking for your next best friend, please (even though everyone says it) look in a shelter or rescue.Shawnee CornwellSummersville, West VirginiaJune 19, 2016
11/1/2002 - 5/31/2016Maggie. Maggie Mae, Magpie, Magster. She has a lot of nicknames. Maggie is an amazing spirit. When we were blessed enough to have her in our lives, she always had a smile on her face and every time we walked through the door, she had to go get a baby (a stuffed animal - of which, we had more than a few) to bring to us. Always. Every time. And not just us, but strangers too. She was very welcoming. Her smile was infectious, her love limitless, her dedication constant. In her younger years, she spent months in Alaska chasing bears, hiking trails, swimming in rivers, eating (well-cooked) salmon. In the lower 48, she loved car rides, swimming in the pool, fetching tennis balls, catching frisbees, terrorizing squirrels, stealing my son’s leftover breakfast and snoozing on the couch. Once, she “caught” a possum (it didn’t run from her) and she had no idea what to do and looked back at me like ‘what do I do now?'. Both she and the possum went their separate, unharmed, ways. That was her heart - she wouldn’t hurt anything. She was so very kind and gentle with our chihuahua and they bonded. She loved carrots and cucumbers and steak and … well, who doesn’t love steak? She was always underfoot because she always wanted to be where we were. Maggie always found a way to be in the direct path of wherever any one of us was heading. I believe she wanted to lead the way … lead her pack. She hated her front feet being touched, but she didn’t mind thunderstorms. Her kisses were the BEST! Full of love and affection. The vacuum left in our lives and in our pack upon her passing is enormous. Our house is very, very empty without her presence. But, I know she’s waiting and I know she’s happy, pain-free and smiling, with a baby at the ready … waiting for us to meet her at the rainbow bridge. And one day we will. Godspeed Maggie. Your amazing spirit will always inspire me.Kristie McCallieOldsmar, FloridaJune 18, 2016
(the Mighty) Quinn
6/23/2000 - 6/3/2016On the weekend of September 23, 2000, Jason and I hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon to camp at Havasu Falls. On our way out, after 8+ miles of hiking, a scrappy little feral puppy started following us, literally nipping at our heels. She followed us straight to our car, where she proceeded to steal a muffin wrapper – and our hearts. That is how the mighty Quinn came into our lives.

Over the past 16 years she was there with us through everything. She was my first baby girl and dependent, forcing me to take breaks during grad school. She traveled with J to the remediation sites he worked on in Holbrook and Winslow. She made the move to NC, was there when we got married and had the girls, saw the passing of Lucky and the addition of Gus... She was often a force of destruction (lost us many security deposits), but she was indestructible (copperhead bites hardly phased her). And in her younger days, that girl was an all-star ball chaser, amazingly fast and ridiculously persistent. She had been deaf for the last several years, but managed remarkably well otherwise. The past two months had seen her slowing down, and after a rough week, her body called it quits. But her spirit endures.

She was our HavaNavaHopi javelina fox coyote. Alpha girl from day one. And a damn good dog. We will miss you Quinny. Thank you for choosing us, and for sharing so many years. You have our hearts.
Emily NameyRaleigh, North CarolinaJune 18, 2016