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Sorry his picture did not come up, but I made an in memory video on You Tube for him awhile back. If you are are interested in viewing my precious baby, please go to You Tube and search, "In Loving Memory of My Tramp" http://youtu.be/uZAVLkup6VU

RIP kamakazi and spaz my 2 beloved kitties who sadly perished in a house fire last month. you both will be greatly missed forever. bedtime will never be the same without my kami draped accrosed my neck and spaz draped accrosed my head every nite.tho kamis nickname was bad cat he was mamas love,always game for a snuggle or a pettin. kami helped get me thru some very lonely nites after i moved in with my bf (my bf works 3rd shift) i dont know how i would have made it thru those first few weeks. thank God my kitty hobo made it out safely with only a few burns.may God keep your little souls safe and happy.

My collie, Sheena, left me in 2001 of old age/severe hip dysplasia. My family got her when I was very little, so she was my first dog and lived a long life. She was a mother figure to me in dog form. Sounds crazy, but I always felt the motherly love and protection coming from her. I ALWAYS think about her. If she appears in a dream of mine, I know she's still with me, and I love that she's still with me.

We have lost our wonderful 2.5 year old Australian Shepherd, Riley today. I don't think I could have loved anything as much as I loved her. My husband adored her as well...she was definitely a daddy's girl. She always snuggled with him when they were on the couch; putting her head against his chest. Although she had a short life, it was full of love and fun things. She loved snow, loved chasing cows, loved rawhide bones with peanut butter, and of course chasing the cats when they got too close to her bones.
We are devastated, as her illness transpired over a relatively short amount of time. We believe the cause of her death was complications related to MDR1 gene deficiency. We had no idea that Aussie's could have this deficiency, and I want to make sure that other pet owners of "herding" dogs are aware of this, and they should get their pet checked and/or be cautious of the medications you give them.
I know Riley was brought into our lives because God knew we would give her the best life she deserved, and that's what she got...a wonderful life full of love.

Hi, i didn't have a conventional pet. My Priscilla Lilly was a rat. She was my constant companion for two years, almost to the day. She died in my hands.

Prissy girl was the best little creature to ever grace my presence! She gave me such love, i wept so hard when she passed, i couldn't drive myself home for almost an hour! I had to stop twice, before reaching home, i could not see thru my tears.

When i first found her, and took her home, she would sleep between my neck, and the back of my easy chair. She kept herself, and my neck warm. She was such a cuddler at times, and then completely standoffish at others. When she tried to be dignified, she was so cute. Most of the time, she was quite happy to just sit beside me, grinding her teeth, satisfied.

Prissy was so easy to please! Every time i got something out for supper, she sat right up. She knew Daddy was getting her something to eat! She ate everything i did, except for the apricots. Her favorite was P.B.&J. sandwiches. Even tho you are not supposed to give them straight peanut butter, she ate it with such relish. Never choked once!

I miss my Prissy girl soooo much! And so, i went to the pet shop and got two little boys to play with. I found out, you should get them in pairs. They are so community oriented, they need companionship all the time. I can only hope, that with all the playing i did with Prissy, that she didn't miss that too much?

I've had these boys less than a month now, and i am so attatched to them already. Bubba, the bigger one of the litter, is spotted grey and white. His little brother Bobo, is solid grey. They love wrestling with each other. And when i take them out to play, they hate going back inside the cage. I guess i cant blame them?

I just wanted to share some memories of Prissy with you. And to let you know, i am happy again, thanks to my little boys! From now on, i know i will always have at least two. I love them so much already, and its only been three weeks.

If you ever decide to get a pet rat, remember to get them in two's from the same litter if possible. They will already be comfortable with each other. And they make wonderful little companions!

Always love your extended family members! Dennis

I felt the need to post something under the picture of this beautiful rainbow, because it is the second anniversary (4/26/10) of my beloved chocolate Lab, Duncan, (Count Chocula). He romped and swam in Prospect Park with his pals every morning, rain, snow, or sun. He then accompanied me when I moved out here to SoCal when I moved to be closer to my fiance. He was very cuddly, had that twinkle in his eye, and whipped his tail, as most Labs do. He was obedient, although he did have "selective hearing"! He was bred in the "English standard" so he was somewhat shorter and "square-built" than a lot of other Labs. He was so dear to me, and when the time to say "goodbye" arrived, when he was almost 16 years old, I was at the vet's office and all the staff and I made a circle on the floor, surrounding him. He lifted his head in almost a "proud" way, and smiled at us to the very end. He was just old and his legs were tired, and his breathing labored. But we sang, and I, and some others, said a Hebrew prayer for him. It was very hard, but we planted a tree in his memory, and just today we noticed purple flowers on it! Some say that a dog "keeps an eye on his/her yard" even after crossing the Rainbow Bridge. Well, I know that Duncan must be watching, and now I think he'd "approve" if we got another Lab. I've had black ones, a chocolate one (Dunky) and I think now is time for "vanilla", thus keeping us from "comparing" dogs. However, it is with sadness that I write this, and I'm even going to light a "memorial candle" that will burn 24 hours tonight at sunset. I'll never forget you, my dear Duncan aka "Dunk" or "Dunky". You blessed my life, and I now bless your memory...

I lost my dear sweet 3 yr old Newfie "Dunkel" just 3 months ago. He suddenly got a Cartilagenous Embolism in his spine and was permanently paralyzed from middle back all the way back. He was the most playful, happy, loving, sweet, nurturing pet I have ever known. I believe he was the 1 unique special dog I will have in my lifetime. We made the choice to have him euthanized. It would have been no way for him to live. You could tell he was depressed. Like I said, this was 3 months ago, and yet I feel so much guilt and sadness about him living such a short life. He was too special to have gone so soon. I miss him so so so badly. Will the sadness ever go away?

I can fully understand your grief, feelings of "Did we do the right thing", and all the things that must've gone through your mind, and probably still do. I just find it so ironic that your beloved "Dunkel" was a Newfie, which of course are "relatives" of Labradors! I love Newfies, as my cousin's mother-in-law lived in a large "boat house" on one of the Finger Lakes in Central New York, west of Syracuse, with three (count 'em---THREE!!) Newfies, each of them looking like a bear of differing sizes! They played with my Lab(s) so wildly that their "mom" got a bit aggravated, I think, with all their craziness! But boy, did those dogs love to swim! And as you know, Newfies are used as water rescue dogs! Labs, with their "webbed paws" are excellent swimmers as well! Their tails are rounded, and called an "otter tail", used as a rudder!

I'm sorry I'm "butting in" on your "grieving period", but I can't help but smile when I think of Newfies, and Labs as well. And...when I think of them all together, all I can do is smile, thinking of the splashing around in what is a pretty cold lake year 'round.

I'm now ready to look for a new Labby to enter our lives! I hope that soon you'll be welcoming a new four-legged family member to your home, too. I can't believe I've gone this long "Lab-less". My ultimate goal is to train a new puppy, and pass the Canine Good Citizen exam, so he can go on and become a therapy dog/team! I'd love to be able to volunteer in a library or classroom to help children practice their skills reading aloud to a doggy friend. Then there are so many other opportunities to volunteer. I'm sure, despite my disabilities due to nasty RA and back injuries that have "caught up with me" from all the sports I participated in during my life! (I live on SSDI, as I'm not old enough for my Social Security, but I've no idea where I'd be without Medicare.) I just want to give back whatever I can to my community!
Again, I wish you the ability/opportunities to remember all the fun and happy times you had with Dunkel, despite his/her life cut way to short by illness. But think about the wonderful times and memories Dunkel left you with, and when the time is right (you'll know; it may happen at a totally unexpected time, but you will know, and rest assured, that time will come! And furthermore, your beloved Dunkel will smile down on you, and be happy that you have a canine companion in your family, because afterall, all dogs know that they were put here on earth to be companions and helpers to those who open their hearts to them! Sadly, I got married six months aftet my Duncan's passing, and felt terrible that he couldn't be a part of the happiest day in my life! However, my "bridal attendant" (she abhorred the term "bride's maid" or "matron of honor", as she felt that with two grown sons, they just sounded "silly") who is blind, has a wonderful guide that I've known since she came home with him from the Oregon campus of Guide Dogs for the Blind. He was a wild typical Lab "puppy" (he was just past 18 months!) who took a shining to me, and always jumped into my lap when I was over there. Dogs do know---a sixth sense---who likes them! This wonderful "vanilla" Lab ended up being the ring bearer in our wedding! Looking at the photographs, he was either curled up during the ceremony, or trying so hard to sit up with "dignity". I share this because I guess it makes me feel better, but I want you to know that you'll get over your grief, but never the wonderful memories! And again, Dunkel is "watching" you, and making sure that you feel "fine" about bringing another doggy into your life! Best of luck, and my deepest condolences!

I just had a similar experience with my special angel-kitty, Sami. She was about 12 years old. I found her after she'd been abandoned...alone, scared, she crawled under a car to escape kids that were teasing & chasing her. I was in a car, saw this activity, stopped & jumped out, crawled under that car; she "let" me take her. We bonded immediately and closer than with any cat I have ever had in my 65 years with cats. She was mine, I was hers. She looked into my eyes with her blue eyes, so knowingly & trustingly. I felt loved like never before. Then it became obvious that she was ill. How strong and brave she was! But I couldn't bear to see the suffering of my "pretty girl." I took her to my vet-friend, wrapped in a towel, crying. He knew what had to be done. She had cancer & liver failure. She hid it well. I sobbed. I'm grieving deeply & don't know how to handle this new kind of deep sadness. I need her. I have 3 other cats that I love too. But none come close to Sami. I can barely function. It hurts more than I could have ever imagined. There's a big empty space that can't be filled. I have her ashes (something I'd never done before).

lafstarr, my sister had a similar experience to you. She was at a local eatery and someone dropped this poor little black kitten in the front seat of her car. Guess they saw all the cat prints on the hood and figured the owner would make a good home for her. Kleo, or Miss Kitty, as she was called, was the most spoiled rotten thing you ever saw. The youngest cat we've ever taken in, she still had her milk teeth, mom thought at first she wouldn't make it. But she lived to the ripe old age of 12, being fed tuna each night by either my sister or father. She died in her sleep of an infection pampered each night. Remember that our pets are with us always even when they're gone from this earth and love us no matter what. Hope you feel better soon.

JSelleck

My beautiful and precious kitty, Celine, passed away two weeks ago at the boarding facility while I went to visit family for Thanksgiving. She was 18 years old and she had had kidney disease for the past two years. I am devastated as she was always there for me and I feel I have let her down as I wasn't there for her in her last hours. During the day before I dropped her off she went outside into the back garden - a favorite place of hers - three or four times just to walk around her territory and to pee in the rocks (we live in the southwest). I brushed her and gave her her medication and she curled up in her favorite box with her furry blankets and slept as usual. At the boarding facility I took her out of her carrier and placed her in her "condo" but she didn't want to stay and tried to get out. I didn't think too much about it at the time as she had stayed there regularly and was treated well by the staff. The day after we arrived at our daughter's house we got the phone call to tell us Celine had passed away sometime during the night. She was my travelling companion, my confidante - always willing to listen to me no matter what I talked to her about - and she filled my heart to overflowing. We had to make arrangements for her so quickly as we were many miles from home and I feel her death did not really register. It hit me full force when I returned home three days ago, especially when I had to pick up her little urn from the pet crematorium. The house is so full of memories of her and every room I go into, or when I go out into the garden I see her but she is no longer following me. I miss her so much. I am trying to think about all the good times I had with her, all the different countries she traveled to with me, how she filled my heart when the children all left home and at that time she became my "child", how she made me smile with her antics. She was truly loved and truly loved back. Although it is hard for me now I know it will get better with time. My heart goes out to all others who have lost their furry friends. Love and hugs to all.