Yhoggy thru Yukon

I would like to send all my love to my special friend who I had to let go off. He was so brave, he was diagnosed with diabetes last year and sadly did not get proper care in the beginning. He got through that, but this September he got very ill suddenly. Then I felt that it was time to let him go. So now I hope I will meat gim on the rainbow bridge.
I miss him so much - there will always be a hole that no one will be able to fill. I think of my Yhoggy everyday, and my comfort is that he feel no more pain.
Love Sophie

My Dearest WB..I will always remember your curious but gentle nature...the way you grieved Moonbeam when we lost him three years ago, you never left his side and licked him good-bye as he died. And now, you my dearest "second born" are gone, and even though you were number 2 kitty for so very long, I find that here in the end, you were the best cat of all. I can only hope that you and Moonbeam are somewhere warm and safe...and laying beside on another as you once did. I will always love you...and I will never forget you.

Marie

I miss the feel of her warm, soft, black fur against my cheek as she sat on my shoulder. I miss her purr that soothed my soul after a hard day. I miss her little heat-seeking self. She always looked for the warmest place in the house. She's missed the fire we would have put in our fireplace, soon. She used to sit so close to the fire, we'd have to move her away. My warm, loving, heat-seeking kitty, I hope warm rays of sunshine are shining on your fur.

Pam Beuder

I adopted Yoda when he was 1 1/2 years old. The people who owned him decided they wanted a smaller dog. I believe animals are like your children. If you decide to get one, it should be for their lifetime. Yoda was extremely affectionate, well behaved and protective of his family. He would have laid down his life for any of us. One day he had a stroke and the vets didn't think he would get better. He didn't recognize anyone or even act like he knew anything was going on around him. We were to take him to our regular vet to have him put to sleep. I prayed for a sign that he was still with us and that I shouldn't do it. As the veterinary staff were putting him in my car, he looked up at me and looked right at me and whined. They were so surprised and said, "Did you see that? He saw you!". Well we took him home and I fed him and watered him with large syringes and gave him his medicine. I turned him over every half hour. I exercised his legs and massaged his muscles. I kept a disposable diaper on him. Within a couple of weeks we were beginning to give up hope. We had decided that if there were no improvement by that Friday, we would take him in on Saturday and put him to sleep. Again, I prayed for some kind of sign to let me know if I shouldn't put him down. Well, I got it. Friday evening, it was like someone had turned on the lights for him. All of a sudden he looked around, he recognized us and his surroundings. He tried to get up and could eat by himself. It took him a couple of months of exercise and help, but he was back to his old self, though blind in one eye and deaf in one ear. The vets were so excited he had made it. We had Yoda for 2 1/2 more years until he began to seize one day and the vets couldn't stop it. We did put him to sleep that day and we stayed with him and held him. Even the vets cried when he passed. They had all come to know him and love him like we did. I miss him so very much.

Hey Fluffybutt! Wait for me!

Karen DeSanno

Thank you, Yogi. We love you forever.

Gary, Karen, and Lee

Yogi was such a special dog. All he lived for was to love his family, which he did every minute of his short 8 years. We will never forget our precious puppy.

Candy Kling

The doctors tell us Yogi was a success story.
Diagnosed with osteosarcoma in July of 1999, he underwent a full amputation of his right front leg and four rounds of chemotherapy. The median survival rate for patients of this type of cancer is one year. Only 5% live past 2 years.
In November 2000, about a year and a half later, the cancer had returned. The original x-ray looked bad to us, and we were beginning to accept that his time would soon be up.
The cancer surgeon in Calgary phoned, though, and felt we had a good chance of success if we went through surgery.
This was two weeks before Christmas!
Yogi's surgery did go quite well, but the cancer was not completely removable. While he was in recovery, they felt he was losing too much blood, so arranged a transfusion.
His heart stopped during the transfusion. They managed to bring him back once, but later his heart stopped again.
I'm tormented knowing that I left the clinic just before the transfusion without telling him yet again how much I loved him, how proud I was of him, and how I wanted him to hang on and come home with me at the end of the week.
He was beautiful and I miss him terribly.

Teresa

Rest in peace my friend. Just want to let you know that I think of you often. It has been more than a year and I still ache without you. I will ache forever.
Wait for me, I shall see you again.
Love you always

Renata

Yoshi was the smartest hamster I have ever seen. I even had to put a combination lock on his cage so he wouldn't get out. But now he is free to run around forever. I LOVE YOU YOSHI YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!

Jessica Davis

To my beloved Yukon, ("Kitty Boy". ), you have changed our lives, and overwhelmed our hearts with love forever. We will never forget you and you will live in our hearts forever and always. I know you can still hear me call your name when I come home from work because I can still see your big green eyes carefully watching my every move, waiting impatiently for a moment to give me all of your love, I so lovingly gave back to you everyday. I will pray for the day we will meet again, until then, our hearts will beat as one, forever and eternity.

Robert Deacon