In Loving Memory

Gwenny, I hope you are somewhere feeling young and spry and free of your long list of medications.

Reddbear, the best decision of my life was the moment I adopted you and brought you home on Oct 6th, 2022. You may have been almost 13 years old already, but to me those 982 days we spent together were a full lifetime of love. We were inseparable - every day, every night, every step of the way, you were by my side. My best friend! Before we found each other, you had been through so much. In an out of shelters and foster homes, found wandering the streets of Bloomfield. You knew what it was to be alone. When I adopted you, I promised that would never happen again. I told you I'd break that pattern, and I'm so proud and grateful that I kept that promise. You were never alone again, not for a single day. You were the sweetest and most handsome dog with that beautiful rust and white coat, and ears that pointed in different directions. You loved the simple comforts, whether it was lying on my arm as we snuggled on the floor or sitting in front of the fan, since you hated the heat. I'll always remember how you'd find the perfect spot, letting the breeze hit your face. Even with the little things, you had your own way of making life feel peaceful. Even as your body began to ache and slow down, you stayed brave and so strong. You gave everything you had, every single day. It broke me to see you struggle. The pain, the stiffness, the difficulty of walking, drinking and eating became so hard for you. I would've done anything to take your place and all this pain away. In the end, I made the hardest decision of my life. I let you go not because I wanted to, but because I loved you enough to put your comfort before my own heartbreak. Reddbear, I miss you more than anything. I was with you every waking second. We planned our days around each other. Now, without you, I feel completely lost. I keep looking for you in quiet moments and when you're not there I just break down and cry. I don't know what to do with myself. The world feels wrong without you in it. The only peace I have is knowing there is NO more pain, NO more meds, NO more struggling every waking second. Thank you Reddbear. For trusting me. For loving me to be your person. Even though you weren't with me for all your 15 years - you gave me the 982 of the most enjoyable and meaningful days I will ever know. Run free now, my sweet Reddbear. Until we meet again. I will love you always and forever!! - Your best friend' Greg

Newton was our sweet, beloved boy. He loved playing with his brothers, snuggling his mama, and chasing leaves. Newton was as pure as they come & simply a bundle of fur and love. Everyone who ever met him said he was their favorite. He was a special part of our family & will be missed endlessly.

Penelope was the very best girl. Loved everyone and everything. She was so unique.

You were so loved from the first day we met you and everyday after that. Our hearts will always have a place for you. Until we meet again my sweetest pup. I miss you so much already.

I will forever love you and keep you in my heart sweet girl ❤️‍🩹

In Loving Memory of Thomas 🐾 The Goodest Boy
July 7, 2014 – June 14, 2025 Thomas “Tommy” Turkeyburger Mctommystackers-Pinkerton, a 10 pound miniature poodle with the soul of a lion and the heart of a guardian, passed away peacefully in the arms of his family on Saturday June 14, 2025 at 2:25 PM, after a sudden and courageous battle with brain cancer. Born the runt of the litter and overlooked by all but one, Thomas began his life in quiet obscurity, tucked away in a separate room, unnoticed until the moment he locked eyes with the human who would become his lifelong protector and best friend. That was the beginning of a story that lasted over 10 years. A story of loyalty, resilience, muddy adventures, and a love as pure as could be. Through every hard time, Thomas was there, unwavering. He was the first soul to hear his dad ramble about how life-changing his first rave at Das 2015 was, listening with the quiet understanding only a true companion can give. Thomas was not just a dog. He was a co-pilot, a confidant, a wedding-day mud-roller, and a philosopher in fur. He lived for car rides, French fries, singing along to songs, his ducksworth toy, and every second spent near his people. Even near the end, in the thick of seizures and brain swelling, he never lost his appetite, his tail wag, or his recognition of those who loved him most. His final week was nothing short of a miracle, a reprieve granted by steroids and sheer willpower, giving him one last stretch of joy. To explore the park, to taste chocolate for the first time, and to run to his family one last time before laying down in peace. Thomas is survived by his father Tyler, his mother Kelsey, his Aunt Kiley, his Grandfather Todd, his Aunt Brenda, his cat siblings Wonder and Hemmingway, his pet cousins Glacius and Sully, and many other dear friends and family who loved him. You know who you are. Preceded in death was his cat cousin Annie. He passed on his own terms, after a life well-lived and a final moment of bliss, cradled like a baby, locking eyes with the person he found and who found him. His body is gone, but his presence remains. Not just in memory, but in the air between breaths, in the rituals of love he taught, and in the unbreakable bond formed that day in the back room when no one else was watching. Tommy, you were — and are — the best boy. Run free, sweet prince. You did everything right. You will live forever in our hearts.

It was an honor and blessing to have you as a teammate and family member. You were a once in a lifetime dog.

Precious, the most wonderful cat one could have, will be missed.

Rouge was a gentle giant, a fierce protector of his family, and our yard. He was a lot to handle as a puppy and he drove me completely nuts some days but he was loyal and once he was older he was so chill and just wanted attention and to be a big ole lap dog. He was a good boy and he will be missed so much.