In Loving Memory

Charli was the sweetest girl, always calm, always loving and always good for a laugh. She left a huge hole in our hearts and it feels as though it will take a lifetime to heal. We will miss you Charli until we are reunited xoxo

Scarlett, Chi Chi, Boopise — the sweetest girl with eyes that could melt anyone and a playful spirit that stayed with her until the very end. She was the number one lover of peanut butter, caretaker of her stuffed animals, and the heart that held our family together. We will miss you forever.

Chubby/Chub, Wooby/Woob, Big Boy, Funny, Funny Kitty, Kooky Kitty, Bobblehead Kitty, Little Prancer, Lemur Tail Kitty, Bunny Butt, Mommy’s Nuggle Boy, Mommy’s Prettiest Boy, Mommy’s Biggest Boy. Kid, you had a BIG personality, were quite the character and were so mischievous. You’ve given us nearly 21 years of memories, happiness, laughter and love. It’s all imprinted in our minds, hearts and souls. My first, most cherished memory is watching your birth. You were the first of 5 - a chubby, dark gray miracle with unusually big back feet–Flipper Feet. I felt an immediate, deep emotional bond and a soul-level connection with you. I felt a profound sense of purpose and an intense desire to nurture and protect you. I felt pure happiness knowing I was going to be your mommy. Nursing gave you another name that stuck: Little Piggy. You pushed your siblings away wanting the milk to yourself. The precious milestones of ears unfolding, eyes opening and first steps. The joy of watching you and your siblings play - I smiled and laughed so much. Your wide eyes of curiosity as you explored your new world and your bewilderment when you encountered the dog. Sliding across the kitchen floor as you chased your toys. Knocking ornaments off and sleeping under the Christmas tree with Mojo, Nigel and Montana and playing in Christmas bags and boxes. Stalking and chasing birds and squirrels from inside the back porch. You and Montana sounding like a herd of buffalo running up and down the attic and basement stairs, getting filthy in the attic and looking like drowned rats after your baths. Hating the 1st birthday hat I made you (two) wear. Asleep, snuggling and so content with your brothers or with me. Missing Nigel and Mojo when they became angels. Escaping many times. Me calling daddy crying, convinced you were never coming home. He was very consoling. You freaking out and almost knocking yourself out when I put a harness on you to keep you from escaping. Bringing me a gift, a mole that was still alive, onto the back porch. Hiding when the 3 of us moved to a new house. Again, you and Montana sounding like a herd of buffalo running up and down the attic and basement stairs, getting filthy in the attic and looking like drowned rats after your baths. Playing in the basement with all your toys and strings. Constantly jumping from the basement stairs onto the duct–we had to put up a barricade. Lying in your favorite spot, the big kitchen window, watching the outside world. On top of the kitchen counter, in the drawers and in the pantry. Devouring saltine crackers on the kitchen floor. On the kitchen table with us while we talked and unwound from the day and giving us Dimme Somes: We said, Dimme Some (sounds like Gimme) and you would rub your checks against ours, telling us, I Love You. Sunning on the living room chair or in the cat tree. Lying in my lap in the computer chair or lying on the computer desk, usually blocking the keyboard. Asleep, snuggling and so content with Montana or with us in bed while we watched movies or went to bed for the night. Lying on top of the shower door frame: Our Little Gymnast. Accidentally popping the bedroom screen out during the night and escaping. We didn’t realize you were gone until morning. We were terrified. We found you 2 houses down looking scared. Cutting the tip of your tail, getting stitches and having to wear a cone. Seeing you so distressed broke our hearts so we removed the cone. You were 12 years old when the 4 of us moved to our current house. You hid for a bit, then you explored and discovered you had more room to run, windows and cat trees to sun, sleep and critter watch in and scratching posts and pads to destroy. Your BIG personality blossomed even more. Acting crazy after catnip. You and Montana chasing and wrestling each other. Jumping into empty laundry baskets so we would spin you around, stop, then ta-da, Bobblehead Kitty–you loved it! Playing with balled-up paper and inside carboard boxes; you enjoyed these more than toys. On top of the kitchen table, counter and cupboards. In the pantry–trying to get your food, treats and catnip. Happily prancing into the kitchen at meal times: Little Prancer. Separating you two because you snarfed your food then tried to steal his. Waiting to hear, Chub-Crumbies; if Montana left some food, you got his crumbies. Baffled by the treat dispenser but smart enough to wait for your brother to knock them out, and then grab them. “Subtly” begging for my food by pawing and staring at me. Snatching food from my hand or plate. Chewing through the bread bag to eat the bread. Frantically licking tuna residue from the pouches. Shoving your face into my empty yogurt cup, desperate for leftovers, and getting the cup stuck on your face, leaving a yogurt ring: Gogurt Kitty. Staying warm lying on daddy’s chest underneath his sweatshirt, in my lap in the computer chair and on the signal booster on the desk. Sleeping in your blanket, between us on the couch, being daddy’s lucky charm during football games. Sleeping in laundry baskets with clothes warm from the dryer, in your tree in the late afternoon sun, with Montana before he became an angel and afterward with your Snoopy, in your favorite spot, your sheet at the foot of our bed, and against me or between our pillows at bedtime. Telling you when I left, “mommy love, I’ll come home and see you in a little bit.” You waiting at the window or coming to the door when I came home and greeting me with your excited to see me meow: Murf. Then, me cradling you, rubbing your belly and saying, “this is mommy’s favorite time, this is mommy’s favorite belly.” Then we just stayed there, “talking” to each other for a while. In this house, over the last 9 years, is where our bond fully blossomed. We grew older and slowed down together. Our quality time became more frequent, peaceful and meaningful. Our intuitive, non-verbal communication became fully honed. We took care of, comforted and understood each other. Watching you grow older was bittersweet. Every moment became more precious, even the little ones: brushing you, cutting your nails, cleaning your ears, seeing your Bunny Butt as you walked with your tail in the air, playing with you, taking you for walks in your stroller and taking you out in the yard to explore. For me, the most precious moments-the ones I desperately miss the most-are our cuddles, snuggles and naps. Our cuddles: lying in my lap as I caressed your soft, silky fur, rubbed your checks and scratched your ears. Our snuggles: lying next to me, nuzzling, smelling your cotton candy scent, rubbing your belly and stroking your lemur tail. Our naps: spooned against me, feeling your heartbeat, hearing your soft purr and feeling profound inner peace. I’ve always said that I picked you. But, since you’ve become an angel, I’ve found myself wondering. Did I pick you? Or was it you who picked me? Or did we pick each other? As I reflect on our nearly 21-year relationship, knowing it was rooted in mutual unconditional love, trust, understanding, loyalty, intuitiveness, devotion and growth, I now believe we picked each other. We had a soul contract, and our relationship was purposeful, not coincidental. I have a deep bond with and love for your brothers before you: Harley, Nigel, Mojo and Montana. But Chub, Mommy’s Biggest Boy, you are my Soul Cat. You changed our lives. You gave meaning to our lives. You made us better humans and pet parents. We would not change once second of our time with you, not even the brutality of having to say goodbye. Without having to say goodbye, we would not have had the priceless gift of you for 21 years. That gift and the memories, happiness, laughter - and especially love - will comfort us until we are together again. We are bound by deep love. Our souls are intertwined. Our story is not over. We have an eternal bond.

The sweetest, bravest girl who survived so much change in the last year of life. But we were so blessed to have you as part of our pack 🩷

We grew up together, and now I have to keep going without you. I love you so much my little lady. Thank you for hanging on until I was strong enough to let you go. You were the best cat a girl could ask for.

Frisk was the happiest dog I’ve ever had. Every morning he was ecstatic to start the day. He loved to chase balls, meet new people, and going on car trips. Forever in my heart 💜

Moses you were the sweetest, hungriest, cuddle bug ever! Daddy and I will miss you so much!

We will always love you sweet bb Dan. Thank you for being our first dog

Gert we know you are enjoying the rainbow bridge and miss us as we miss you. "And though it may seem like a long time until we meet again, remember, to God, it is no more than the blink of an eye and then we'll have forever."

Oh my handsome boy. There will never be enough words to speak or type that would ever encompass the amount of love we have for you. Thank you for sharing your life with us. You have forever changed our hearts and lives with your presence. We will miss you forever. But we still see you everywhere. The trees have begun to turn golden just like your patch on your head. An orchid has bloomed on a plant that hasn’t bloomed in years…the color of your white scarf around your neck. You’ll always be around us. Enjoy your ever flowing fountain, my boy. Thank you for saving me. Again and again.