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Pet Tributes - Special Memories




January 10, 2013 - February 1, 2019


Beloved family dog.  Gone way too soon. Rest in peace buddy.


Alison Feola-Mahar




Sandy and Fachi in the Sun and Snow


My life was lived in snow or sand,

A life which was a lonely one.

Searching for a place to land,

To take my place in sea and sun.


Then a dog, as it often will,

 Entered my life when least expected.

And though mischievous, I loved him still,

And my thus my life was redirected.


A tough guy, in others, fear he wrought,

His growl, his nip, kept them far away,

But he was no terror, so mommy thought,

Our bond was special in its own way.


And when I felt that no one cared,

He came with me back to the cold.

My love for him, one other shared,

And so with us, he would grow old.


But then an angel came along,

A blessing, though, again unplanned.

And this one, she could do no wrong.

One look, I knew, the color of sand.


A perfect pet in every way,

She loved her mom, but would not kiss.

And unlike me, how she loved to play,

In the snow and cold she found her bliss.


Not just a pet, my best friend too,

Comfort and love were all she knew.

And now it’s time to say goodbye,

Though my heart breaks, I will not cry,

But remember how she taught me love,

And be grateful that she waits above.


Stacie Brooks



June 17, 2006 - December 12, 2018

To my sweet girl Hannah! You brought so much joy into our lives. You enjoyed life and always had fun whether you were playing in your kiddie pool or playing ball or running and doing your spins. You gave it your all and we loved watching you. Twelve and a half years went by much too fast. The past year was tough on you but you put up a good fight and always had a tail wag for us. It was always so good to come home to such a sweet dog waiting for us with that wagging tail. When you stopped wagging your tail, we knew that you were tired and it was time to let you go. It was such a sad day for us and we miss you so much. It does give us comfort knowing that you are at peace. You will always be in our hearts.

Rich and Cindy Yoerger



October 23, 2004 - August 14, 2018

You will always be my baby boy that made the bad days good and every day better.

I miss you Rocco.

Mark Quinn






The story of Giselle starts at the Windham County Humane Society in May 2004. She effectively chose me: several cats were running loose in one of the cat rooms. As I stood beside the sink, a beautiful, rather heavy tortoiseshell female with a lovely white bib and four adorable white paws leapt onto my shoulders. A volunteer working in the room told me she’d never seen this cat do that before! I could not get her out of my mind. A few days later, I filed the adoption papers and brought her into my home (already inhabited by kitties Lydia and Max).

I renamed her Giselle (a French name reminding me of a gazelle because of her graceful leap) and, before long, introduced her to her feline roommates. Still a kitten at 18 months, she was a biter; I eventually got her out of that habit. One of her most endearing traits was that she would snuggle under the covers on top of my right arm, purring away, especially when I took a nap but also sometimes at night. She would also leap into my lap while I was sitting in my recliner, knead whatever comforter I was wrapped in, then fall asleep. Like Lydia, Giselle “talked” a lot, especially at meal times. Until a year after Lydia died, Giselle was the only cat I’d ever known who did not like canned food.

Unfortunately, over time Giselle gained a lot of weight, and her eating habits were hard to control. Early in 2016, she had actually lost as much as three pounds and was down to 12 pounds from a high of about 17; she was also drinking and urinating excessively – sadly, she had diabetes. The vet and I initially put her on a special diet, but it did not stabilize her glucose enough. We then tried a new kind of insulin, glargine, that was slow-acting and only had to be injected once a day. I never became expert at giving the shots, and Giselle’s glucose levels only went down to the 300 range once, but her spirits were amazingly good, she continued grooming herself and eating well, and until the end she remained alert, cooperative and affectionate. I would often find her snuggling sweetly with Tyler on the love seat (Tyler was adopted in 2007 to replace Max); she was so patient with him, even when he climbed all over her and kneaded her back.

Another of Giselle’s later adorable habits was to climb up on the kitchen table and paw the container of catnip to signal she wanted some. I would take out a pinch and put it directly on the table; she would lick and eat some of it then lie down in it. Another amazing routine she developed was to come upstairs every morning, meow and lead me downstairs to be fed – even though she must have known that she would also need to get a shot. Toward the end of her life, she spent most her time in the bottom drawer of the butcher block in the kitchen – presumably to be near the food! She was under foot a lot as I was preparing meals, and she often greeted me when I came in the door. The diabetes finally caught up with her, and I bade her farewell on April 17, 2018; for weeks, I especially missed her in the kitchen…

Giselle was an incredible cat that shared my life for 14 years. We had an amazing relationship and communicated in a very special way. Her ashes are on a table in my home alongside those of my other “passed” feline companions; all of these furry friends will be buried with me when the time comes.

Valerie Abrahamsen



My Elsa, you were the best... Forget about the rest.  I'll always love you to the moon and back.  You'll never be forgotten my beautiful furry friend.

Paula Pakenham



June 12, 2003 - August 13, 2018

15 years of faithful companionship and love.  RIP dear Buddy.


Karen Leveill



He was very well loved.  He will be missed. <3

Kayla Parro


Nestle Wilson

December 7, 2000 - August 20, 2018

Where you once were is now a hole I wander through during the day and fall into at night.  We will meet again!

Ruth Wilson




October 13, 2010 - January 9, 2018

I miss you everyday, you brightened up my day. I couldn't wait to come home to see you after work. You will always be in my heart.

Lori Lannon





March 1, 2017 - July 27, 2018


She arrived at the FCSO Regional Dog Shelter on June 29th in rough shape.  She collapsed shortly after arriving and was rushed to a local vet who got her through that crisis.

She fell going down the stairs and getting out of the car and she bumped into objects.  We thought she was blind.  A vet ophthalmologist examined and tested her eyes and they were good and a vet neurology consult was suggested.  The dog-loving community joined together and donated funds so Fernie would be able to take the next step towards having her good life.  The neurologist examined her, did an MRI of her brain and collected cerebrospinal fluid to see if there was a treatable infection.

The MRI results were not good news.

Fernie had hydrocephalus... The compartments inside her brain were full of fluid that was blocked from draining, so much so that the pressure compacted her brain tissue and impacted her vision, movement and thinking.  The neurologist thought she likely had pain in her head from the pressure.

Fernie's last hope was to find microbes (virus, bacteria or fungus) in her cerebrospinal fluid.  If there were microbes antibiotics might have been enough to reverse the hydrocephalus and allow her to have a normal life.

The neurologist called the Shelter this morning.  There were no microbes in her cerebrospinal fluid.  Fernie had primary hydrocephalus, for which there is no cure.  The fluid would likely continue to accumulate causing headaches and progressive loss of functioning.

The Shelter had thought about and planned for all possible outcomes.  This was the one nobody wanted.

Fernie took her last ride in the car for the vet visit this afternoon.  She was tenderly held by Shelter staff and volunteers and relaxed into the land where two year old dogs can run and romp and sing forever.


Liberty "Libby" Johnson

May 22, 2004 - February 13, 2018


We picked Libby out from a litter of puppies on the 4th of July, thus why we named her Liberty.  Libby was a sweet soul.  She loved to to hunt and howl even though it was only in our backyard.  She was a bright spot in our lives and very easy to please.  We loved her so much and miss her every day.




Dee Bevins

December 28, 2005 - June 23, 2018


Daphne Gray

Here is my girl on her last day before she joined others from our family.

God bless you for all the love and licks


Elsa Bella Pakenham

April 19, 2005 - June 1, 2018

We only had one short year together. It was the best year of my life. Your last year on this earth I know was one of your best too.

All who met you just loved you. You were such a calm girl. I’ll never forget you Elsa Bella.

I know you’re with my my other babies who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge.

Farewell sweet Elsa until we meet again.



Bella Marie

December 1, 2005 - June 7, 2018

We lost our beloved dog Bella yesterday. She had been with us almost 14 years. She loved to go swimming either in the lake or in the river and she loved it when I put music on and we danced. As she aged, she slowed down quite a bit, but she was always a kind sweet soul. She would watch me working in the yard, for hours, never taking her eyes of me. You will be sadly missed dear sweet Bella, but now you finally have some peace and no more pain. We love you and miss you with all our heart.

Love you Bella Marie, Ry Ry and Momma


Kagan Tiffany

2003 - 2018

His name comes from the book Peter Kagan and the Wind by Gordon Bok


Miss Lady Lexi

June 26, 2006 - March 4, 2018

Lexi was one you fell in love with as soon as you looked into her deep brown eyes. Her excitement to see you was infectious. She could never get to you quickly enough to welcome you home. She loved her Daddy, her big brother and sister. She instantly became their best friend from day one.
She loved living in our summer camping home. Making friends with many people and their pets as well. She would even get each camper to give her treats.
We became very attached to this little love of a dog. She was always happy, and we were the same around her.
Even though our hearts are heavy we know she is in a better place. One day our paths will cross again.
Until then may your heart be light and your spirit be free!
Love you my little Angel Girl!
R.I.P. Lexi

Lisa Dussault



Rocky was not a pet he was my best friend. I got Rocky as a rescue a dog that had been very badly beaten as a puppy. He turned out to be the best companion, children's companion and family member a person could ever ask for. He is so deeply missed by our family. Always in my heart.

Diane Bartlett


Sydney Wysocki



November 19, 2004 - January 25, 2018

Pede was our sweet shy girl who we rescued after a visit to Lucy Mackenzie Humane Society. She was nervous when she first came home with us, but gradually grew into a loving, happy cat. Pede loved playing with toys and sitting in our sunporch. She was an orange and white tabby and had a beautiful "singing" voice. We miss her every day.

Bill and Dee



February 6, 2006 - January 13, 2018

Loving u was easy saying goodbye is breaking my heart i love and miss u everyday midnight

Jessie Brown


Lucy Dew

April 8, 2002 - October 3, 2017

It's been 3 months since you passed, I miss your purrs, you sleeping on my bed and waking me up in the morning.

I love and miss you so much!

Love, Mom



Gus Coutu

My sweet Gus,

As soon as I saw you I knew that an adventure was about to take place and it was one of the greatest and happiest adventures of my life. There are so many things that I am going to miss about you: sharing snacks, taking you for car rides, listening to you talk to me, the smell of your coat, taking you for walks and watching you graze, bringing you in the house to visit us in the afternoons, playing with you in the yard, snuggling you, giving you hugs and kisses and reading by the pine tree while you slept by my feet or sat contentedly and chewed your cud. You were my fiery little redhead and you brought so much happiness into my life. I am so thankful that God gave you to me, even if it was only for a little while. Your friendship and love helped me through many difficult times in my life. You will always be my sweet, beautiful, mischievous and playful little boy. I love you, Gus!






September 30, 2001 - November 13, 2017


May 1. 2001 - November 15, 2017

Dear White Rose ~  You did not receive our Lily but she is Gracie's sister.  Lily is a Maine coon and they loved each other so much.  They slept, ate and played with each other for 16 years.  They were both 16 years old, both got ill the same time and went up to the Lord two days apart.  We had them since they were kitties.  Lily also was sweet, she would look up to me as I groomed her weekly, as Gracie did, and both of them would let me do any grooming I needed to do without fuss.  They had hearts full of love.  It is Gracie that YOU have though.  Lily took ill two days after Gracie left us.  It’ll always puzzle me how that happened.  God Bless you and we know by your card that there is no place else that I would want our feline family members... I know they are happy.  It’ll take a while for Jon and I to stop crying in pain over missing their presence... but all things in time.
God Bless ~
Diana, Jon and David Abbott


God Bless all of you at White Rose for caring for all our Dear family members....our beloved critters.......cats and dogs. They all look like angels in the pictures on your site. I DO believe they all are spirits in our homes and NEVER leave us in that way. They loved us too much to totally leave us. They loved home too much, so they meow and bark now and then and "no" it is not our imagination..............they DO still talk to us. So if we listen for their still small voices meows and barks, we will never be without them. Thank you for giving them the home they so deserve....our Gracie and Lily sure deserve the best.
Diana Abbott




October 26, 2007 - August 12, 2017

I found Carmel in the beginning of 2008 while I was deployed to Baghdad, Iraq with the Army National Guard. He was estimated to be about 4 months old. My friends and I took in this little orange and white kitten and named him Caramel. He was a happy spot in our lives, coming back from missions to hear this little "mew" noise near our door. He made me smile, helping with morale after returning from some 17 hour days.

After cutting through some red tape and with the help of my sister and aunt, Caramel was set to go home. My sister found a program called "Operation Baghdad Pups" that arranged to bring my baby boy home. In June of 2008, Caramel trekked through several countries before he was picked up by my sister in Connecticut (I was still in Iraq.).

Caramel lived a happy life here, living with my sister and brother-in-law because my husband is allergic to cats. Caramel was spoiled beyond belief and loved to the moon and back. He enjoyed curling himself around your feet and would make his "mew" sound to make sure you were paying attention to him.

An unfortunate accident in August took the life of my little boy. Caramel, who so many years ago saved my sanity in a foreign country, was gone. But there is some rest in knowing he lived a much longer, happier life here, as he never would have survived anywhere near as long had he remained in Iraq. He may have left my life, but he'll never leave my heart. And now I have a beautiful memorial for my baby boy.

Jessica Damon



October 14, 2002 - December 1, 2017

On December 1, 2017 at 12:18 PM, we lost a very good and dear friend dog.  His name was Bandit, he was 15 years and 2 months old.  He was part of our life for better than 13 years.  He had no master, he was our friend.  He seemed to make his decisions based upon our needs; just as we made our decisions based on his.

The partnership worked well throughout his life.  He traveled to many places by car, truck, boats, and plane.  A life well lived.

He is missed every day and always will be.

David Withers



March 10, 2006 - October 10, 2017

You are greatly missed & loved Bailey.  My heart is heavy!

Rose Henderson



It's been over a month since my sweet little beast crossed that rainbow bridge, and it still hurts.  Seventeen and a half years ago, if anyone told me a cat would have such a profound impact on me, I would have laughed.  I didn't think that much of cats, and my goodness did Kitty change that!  I first met my little fur ball at a friend's apartment complex.  People had abandoned their cats when they moved, and three or four of them were still hanging around, surviving off the kindness of the other residents.  It was March, and very cold.  I couldn't believe the cruelty of the people who those cats had put their trust in.  I was living alone and decided a companion pet might be nice, so I decided to adopt one of those pour souls.  My friend and I were outside when this cute little tiger came along.  I put my hand towards her so she could sniff me and she flinched.  My friend said that she was usually quite friendly and that he believed someone must have been being mean to her.  That sealed the deal, and I called the local SPCA hospital and set up an appointment to bring her in the next day to get her road-worthy.  The woman at the desk asked me for my name, etc., wand when she asked me the cat's name I said I didn't know, since we had just met.  I blurted out "Kitty" and my new friend had her name.  The vet guessed her to be about a year old.  When I got her home and let her out of the carrier my friend had loaned me, she looked around and then looked up at me with an expression that I swear said "Wow, I made out, didn't I?"  And so it began.  As we got to know each other, it became clearer and clearer to me that Kitty was a special soul; sweet and loving, she would follow me around like a puppy.  Spring came, and as I was going out on the deck one day I held the door and asked her if she wanted to come out.  The look on her face said "I fell for that once already.  No thanks," and she walked away.  She never showed a desire to leave our home all the time she was with me. Every day when I came home from work, she would be waiting in her window, and when I got inside she would greet me like we hadn't seen each other in years.  We shared so many tender moments, and I learned what unconditional love was all about.

I married, but my wife passed away far too young.  Kitty was there for me.  She knew I was troubled, and in her little cat way she consoled me.  The love and compassion Kitty showed was astounding.  As time passed and we both aged, she lost the ability to get to her favorite window on her own.  She wasn't able to get up on the bathroom vanity and nudge me for pets as I dried off from a shower anymore.  I set up stuff to help her do these things, but I knew she was winding down.  I realized she was going deaf and her vision was failing, but her love never faltered.  Eventually, it became time to do the right thing' the humane thing.  That was the most painful thing I have ever done, but I know m little beast is ok.  I never knew just how much the loss of a pet could affect someone.  There are tears in my eyes as I write this, but that's alright.  I have been blessed with the companionship, love and devotion of the sweetest little beast ever: my little Kitty.  I know she's waiting on the other side of that bridge, and all is well for her.

Gerald Sullivan 



December 2011- September 2017

 You were the best dog in the world. And I will love you forever! I adopted you from Golden Huggs. They told me you were 3. Through miscommunication, they placed you with a couple in Nashua, NH but you didn’t get along with their other dog so I got called. Funny! You've never had problems with any other dogs and we fostered two. We were meant for each other. You loved the yard behind our house, especially the deck where you loved to go underneath and dig holes. You’d hide your squeaker toys under there too. You loved riding in the car and we went so many places together: Cape Cod, Maine, Ohio, Kentucky and Florida. Each place had different smells and you smelled them all. You had good friends too and their humans: Nancy and Mike and their dog Shadow, Cathy and John and their dog Chloe, Michelle and Java, Amy and JP and even a kitten who lived upstairs. When I sold the house and bought an RV, you made the transition with me. Every time we stopped to rest though, you had to get out to check out the smells. You liked riding between me and the passenger seat so I could scratch you on a regular basis. Your favorite spot was under your front legs. How were we to know that you would have only a short time here? - only 6 years. It was so unexpected! No reason for it that I could see. You were having muscle spasms. Then you got a little better but one day, I could tell. It was time. I couldn’t stand to see you in pain and have trouble breathing. You will always be in my heart. I picture you running free in Dog Heaven chasing geese, digging holes, sitting under a shady tree, having all the turkey jerky you want and waiting for me.

Diana Mazzuchi


Jordan "Satchmo" Baby girl

September 13, 2004 - August 29, 2017

Jordan loved being in the garden and stealing veggies off the vines. She had a remarkable voice that she used, and when Randy played the trumpet she would howl along, which is how she received the Nickname "Satchmo" after Louis Armstrong. Jordan loved everybody and never forgot a face. We will miss her tremendously and she will forever be embedded in our memory. What an incredible, fantastic, loving, and giving animal. She gave us unconditional love, and we are blessed for having her in our lives. Baby-girl, Jordie Pants, We love you so much. See you again at the Rainbow Bridge Dear heart.

Wanda and Randy Smith



July 20, 2004 – July 29, 2017


We were so excited when we brought you home at 8 weeks old.  You added so much joy to our lives and we were so proud of you during obedience classes and later on as we competed in Rally Obedience.  Win or lose, it didn’t matter;  You were so happy being around all the other dogs and people.
You always had a friendly greeting for everyone followed by a kiss or two.  As time went on and I started seeing signs of you slowing down, I thought about how hard it would be when the time came to say a final goodbye.  That day came and it was the hardest thing we have ever had to do.
We are so grateful for the privilege of taking care of you and having you as a member of our family for 13 years.

Richard & Cindy Yoerger



I've had Koa since I was in 8th grade. I'm going to miss him smiling at me when I would come home and when he would lay his head on my lap when I was sad. He was such an amazing dog with an amusing personality. I love you Koa-Boa and I will always remember you as the Doberman who had a big heart and was scared of everything <3


Colleen Dumas



To my dear Celestine,


You chose me. I know you did. You could have gone to some other house that day instead of the group home I was working in. But you chose that house. I found you and walked the neighborhood searching for the place you called home. I didn’t find it, only a neighbor, who urged me to look down at your paw. It was only then I noticed that your paw was torn in two. I saw that the blood had congealed and I realized that it had been days since that injury. And then the neighbor told me that she had seen a car slowdown in front of her house. I looked at the woods across the way. And I knew that you were abandoned and had probably been thrown out of a moving vehicle.

I brought you home, took you to the doctor the next day, and he told me you had a 50:50 chance of using your leg.  I did physical therapy with you. We played together day after day. You used your leg, to play with toys, and grab my hand. I didn’t know your name yet. Nothing felt right until my eyes settled on James Redfield’s book ”The Celestine  Prophecy.” And I remembered the meaning behind the Celestine Prophecy. A being prayed over, in that case a plant, but any being prayed over, feels that prayer. She or her receives the prayer and that being blooms. And my good girl, you bloomed. Your leg healed. So many years ago that was. Healing is your namesake.  Your body could not be healed this time but I pray that your mind and heart and soul are healed now.

We have always been so connected. And you felt everything I felt. You lived with my depression and my anxiety and you loved me anyway. So many times I brought my worries and my angst to you. You felt it. You took it on yourself. Sometimes your body spasmed. I didn’t know then but I know now, that you were struggling with my pain. Your little sweet body was trying to let go of the pain I held inside. How sorry I am that you had to live with this. And I think, at least in part, it is why you got sick. I blamed myself, but you never did. You forgave me time and time and time again. And you loved me everyday.

I thank you for so many things. Most importantly, I thank you for your love. I will never let go of your love. The lessons, some of which I still have left to learn, are the gifts you have left me.  The first being the slow realization that I have to find a way to feel better.  If I had felt better, I might have been able to channel for God’s healing energy.   More than anything, I wanted to be a channel for your healing, but I couldn’t do it baby. I’m so sorry, my precious one.  I thank you for the laughter. And the games we played together. Chase and hide and seek and play with toys and paper. Thank you for the way you talked to me. “mmmmmmmmmm” you said. I still hear you Celestine and I am so thankful for that.  I loved cuddling with you at night, as you lay next to my head on the pillow with my arm around you. I love the times you slipped under the covers and lay atop my chest, and there we stayed a bit, as one. I love the way you knew that I thought about all day long while I was away, and how you reached out to me to ask me to pick you up. You put your paws on my calf when I stood or my shoulder if I was sitting next to you. I love the way I held you in my arms, and you licked my nose and my face. I rubbed my face on your face and left my scent claiming you as mine and me as yours. I loved the way you reached out to touch my face, ever so gently with your paw, only softness on my face. I love the way, with two outstretched paws, you held my hand to you, as I sat beside you.  I love you so much…

I don’t know how to go on in this life without you. It feels as if you should be here with me. The only respite I have, the only calm in the storm, is to honor you with my life. If I find healing, it will be because you pushed me to start searching again. And if I am able to achieve my greatest wish, and my lifelong heart calling, it will be your doing as well as mine.

If I failed you, my dear one, I am so so sorry. Will you forgive me please? Thank you sweetheart.  I love you so. I ask for your forgiveness for those last moments. I know that needle hurt you. I ask for your forgiveness for all of the stress and angst I brought into your life. I ask for your forgiveness because of all the things I couldn’t give you. Thank you dear one for the joy and the laughter and the lessons and the Light you shined inside of me. “I bid thee go free. For I know when the time is right, you will come back to me. All is well. Blessed be. Go into the light, my precious one. And become One with All That is.”

My friends led me to you when I lost my way. One friend found herself in a library, a place she does not frequent, and was drawn to a book titled “Animals as Guides for the Soul.” And I was reminded then that you were, are and will be a guide to my soul. Another friend spoke of dreams, dreams of us playing, happy, alive, and dreams of me free from grief. A third spoke of parallel lives, and in that moment, I knew that in some alternate here and now, we play and snuggle, and are healthy and happy. I was drawn to a used bookstore and found the book “Behaving as if the God in All Life Mattered.” In that book I found the truth I have always known. That we all go on. That there is no End. That there is a reason for everything we go through. You are a part of my evolution, and I am of yours. I believe that we have had many lifetimes together, dear one. So please come back to my home and share my life with me once again. Please carry with you, my forever Love.

I am always here for you. I will be watching for you, dear one. You have always felt what is in my heart. That will never change. In the words of ee cummings, “ I carry your heart. (I carry it in my heart.)”

I told you then. I tell you now. I will tell you always, “I love you Celestine. God loves you. Thank you.”


Your forever Mom, Deborah


Mukota's Venus Kissed the Moon (Cassie)

April 10, 2006 - June 17, 2017

Cassie was a very special girl - we witnessed her birth, and held her as she passed over the Rainbow Bridge. Between those events, she ran, swam, played, dug in the mud and enjoyed the company of our pack, including her sister. Cassie, while never actually a mother herself, "mothered" each of our other dogs, and seemed to always keep track of everyone - no easy feat. She was excellent with our granddaughters at all ages, and never met a person or a dog that she didn't like. She enjoyed being with her family (human or canine) and seemed to have a particular fondness for peanut butter. Cassie certainly displayed the sweetness of temperament that the Newfoundland breed is known for. We will miss you, sweet girl. Swim free.....................

Debra and Robert Ball



January 19, 2004 - May 7, 2017

Derek was special. He was more than a pet, he was a family member. Derek was always there for me through all the good and hard times. I would come home from school everyday, open the door, and hear him jumping off my bed and his little feet running on the door to greet me. He will always be in our hearts.

Love you always Derek,



April 24, 2006 - April 28, 2017

Keetoe came to us as a wedding gift, he was 28 weeks old.  He came from Florida.  He was raised with a lot of children and protected and loved them.  Kids would crawl on him and ride him.  He was always there if they cried.  Keetoe was special to many and won so many hearts.  He loved his mom and dad and had a real special bond with his Grammy Christine Dunleavy.  All we would say have to do is say 'Grammy' and he would jump up and cry to go and greet his Grammy and walk her into the home.  She spoiled him.  Took him for rides to go get ice cream.  She always had something special for him when she came to visit.  Keetoe was honestly a great boy, everyone who met him loved him.  He was a big boy with such a big heart, no meanness to him at all.  He loved his hotdogs, ice cream, and peanut butter. And steak on his birthdays.  Daddy and Mommy and Grammy miss you so much, it's just not the same with you gone.  The emptiness and the tears.  But you will be home soon.  Rest in peace my boy.  Mommy will be at ease when you're back home in my hands.  Love you Keetoe Farnum.


Keith & Chrissy



June 6, 2001 - April 13, 2017

I had Abby for an amazing 16 years. She was such a tough girl. She was set in her ways and if she didn't want to do something she would let you know. She was the big sister of 3 yorkies. She loved the snow so much she would bury her head in the snow. I have so many funny pictures of her all snow covered. We all miss her terribly and it just isn't the same without her here. I am so glad to have her ashes in a gorgeous urn. It gives me great peace.

Karen Perry


Shadow and Calvin 

16 years ago 2 cats entered my life. Shadow, my tuxedo cat, was a rescue kitten.....starving, confused, lonely....I had recently lost my precious cat Sparky of 10 years and was so heartbroken and never wanted another cat....but in came Shadow....I took her home and did my best to put weight on her...she was a nutter from the start....always jumping up on anything high and scattering all....but so smart and affectionate I forgave her every transgression. The day I brought her to the vet for shots there was a small grey cat in a cage in the waiting room....who looked exactly like my departed cat Sparky! I went through the whole appointment kind of freaking out that this cat in the waiting room so resembled my Sparky that it hurt bad to look at him. But I had to bring him home...Calvin was standoffish in the beginning but in time he became my dear sweet boysie and in spite of his love of nipping his buddy Shadow's ears all the time they loved one another like sister and brother for 16 years...driving me a bit nuts with their wild sides right up to their last days....Calvin was a love who loved all folks, just like Shadow...I will never stop missing these two....one day I will be with them again in what I feel is heaven...until then my loves....

Wendy Ingraham



August 3, 2000 - February 17, 2017

Thank you for an amazing 16 & 1/2 years.  You are my best friend forever!

Kristen Haines



June 2, 2007 - March 14, 2017

I lost my best friend this morning.  We had almost ten happy and healthy years together and I'm going to miss him.  I'll see you at the rainbow bridge Henry.  I love you.

Geoffrey Augusto



In memory of Willy


Aka wee wee , Willard, Willy Wonka


April 21, 2006 - February 6, 2017




Recently, we lost our cat, Willy. He was almost 11 years old, and he was showing all the signs of slowing down and respecting his own need to remain indoors with us, rather than to venture outside every chance he would get. We noticed the process he was going through, and made it our daily mission to show him how much we loved and valued him as part of our family Willy was the most gracious and patient pet we have shared our home with. He would wait for the three other cats to finish eating and drinking before he would settle in front of the food bowl. He would spend almost every night in my son's room, on his chest. Willy was a crucial part of our comfortable home. When we came home to find he had passed while we left for the day, we were shocked and so full of sorrow. That morning, Willy had exhibited more energy and more love than he had since he was a kitten. We thought he was cashing in on perhaps #8 of his 9 lives. Willy did this knowingly. He was willingly giving us back the love we gave him. The memory of that morning will stay with us forever.






Frankie, Eleni, and Jessica Raquel



Reba Auvil

August 5, 2010 - January 29, 2017


Reba you were our best girl. You were a gentle giant and I always knew you loved us so much. We love and miss you so much! Oliver your kitty also misses you. He looks for you and I can tell he is lost without you. I listen for your toenails clicking down the hall with a shuffle, like a woman wearing slippers roaming around the house. I also miss your breathing, it was comforting and relaxing to hear you breathe. You were with us only 4 years and 8 months, but in that short time we grew to love you like no other animal.  The house is so quiet, that is what I notice the most about missing your presence. Noah, Oliver and Sandee miss and love you, Reba we will never forget you, Thank you for being in our lives.


Rainbow Sage Adams


June 30, 2004 – February 17, 2017


Rainbow embodied joy and love. Every moment of her life was filled with joy and happiness that she showered on my existence, flooding my life with blessings. When I was sad, she would bring her little soft indoor frisbee to me and stand at my knee silently, waiting, looking at me with her warm brown eyes until I responded to throw it for her. And then again. And again. Until the dark of my despair was driven away by the sunlight of Rainbow’s beautiful soul. One of my best recent memories with her is from just after we moved here last summer, when she and I walked up a hill into the woods and sat down together, side by side. She set one front paw on my thigh and exchanged a look of mutual astonishment with me as the rich, fertile aromas of the woods here enveloped us like a mist. It was magic, and she felt it too. And before that memory are all the others I treasure, of the two of us and Jack, the older male border collie I had then as well, at our ranch in the West – the two of them racing down the dirt lane ahead of me on our walks, lifting their noses to scent animals on the wind, then tearing back to me when I whistled, their mouths grinning and tongues lolling out. Rainbow sleeping back to back with me, wriggling her head to rub against the back of my head; Rainbow waking me if I had a migraine aura at night so I could take medicine; Rainbow at my heels always, on our walks and in my life. I keep looking for her next to me, at my knee, by my bed. But she is not there now. Yet, in some way, she is and always will be. I love you forever, Rainbow, my very best friend. Thank you for being part of my life. I miss you with all my heart.




Dawn Adams




March 23, 2005 - February 6, 2017

Gio's unconditional love made a sad day brighter, made a hurtful day healed, made a day of pure love last a bit longer everyday.  He filled a void in my heart when he arrived, however, took a piece of it with him when he left.  We both share each other's missing pieces and some how stay adjoined as a whole heart forever.

Debra Monday