In the Loss of Your Pet

There must be a heaven for the animal friends we love. They are not human yet they bring out our own humanity… sometimes in ways that other people cannot. They do not worry about fame or fortune… instead, they bring our hearts nearer to the joy of simple things. Each day they teach us little lessons in trust and steadfast affection. Whatever Heaven may be, there's surely a place in it for friends as good as these.
Author Unknown

Maverick - July 2005

"The Power of A Dog"

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?

Rudyard Kipling

Elsa - May 2003

A donation was made in loving memory of Elsa Papa,by James & Carolyn Horn. May 2003

"Elsa was a well loved member of the Papa's home and the sweetest of all dogs that I know. I can't even claim that my own dogs are as purely good as she."

Coco the Cat - 2002

At the grave of a Fine Cat

May your whiskers be ruffled by only pleasant breezes,
May your bowls be filled with tuna and sweet cream,
May your dreams be blessed with legions of mice,
And most of all, may you forever purr in peace.

Amen, Barbara Younger

Nic - 2003

ONeal - 2004

Banda - March 2005

Maggie Mae - May 2006

Maggie Mae lost to Distemper

Shelby - April 2003

Passing On

When a dog finally passes on, there is an emptiness, a place in our heart that will never be filed again in exactly the way it was. Because no matter how many dogs we have over the years, each is a unique, a friend, and when they go away, our lives are changed forever in many small ways.
Steve Smith

Jamocha also known as
Lady Jamocha of San Felipe - May 2003

A donation was made in loving memory of Jamocha by Jerry & Shirley Musik

"Jamocha was the faithful and very much loved companion for 14 years of Jerri & Jim Van Beek, our daughter and son-in-law. I wish every dog could experience the abundant love and tender care that Jerri & Jim gave to Mocha. I hope this will in some way help another dog find a loving home."

Nick - Janurary 2006

Northwest Indian Memorial on Death

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamon glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of birds circling in flight.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
Author Unknown

Trudy - April 2003

Coco the Dog - 2002

Boo Boo - 2002

Shelby - January 2005

The Novominsky Family Loved her Dearly

Sammy - March 2005

In memory of Sammy

Jazz - May 2006

Gone to the Bridge
5/7/2006