Year
2013 Tributes
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For pet names beginning with "C".
C.J., 10-07-1996 - 11-06-2013 
C.J. - We miss and love you so very much. You were my
heart and soul! You were such a loving and tender-hearted
companion and so very smart!! Our hearts will remain
broken until we meet again beloved Princess baby! You are
and will always be my very best friend! We love you little
pumpkin butt!
Camilla, 3/8/00 - 12/26/13
Camilla, you were the light of my life for 14 years. You will
always be my special baby, my "angel face." I hope you know how
much I love you. I would have done anything to have kept you here.
Losing you is unbearable. I pray that you are safe, no longer in
pain, and purring sweetly. I hope to meet you, again. Please wait
for me!
Candy, April 12, 2001 - February 27,
2013 
We love you so much, Candy.
Candy Girl
There is a place you needed to go to
Where the grass is green and luscious
The bold rays of a golden sun shine down
And warms the air around us
There is no pain or suffering
No aging bones that ache
You are so full of adventure now
Any journey, you can take
Our hearts are heavy and throb with pain
And in our heads, thoughts of you swirl
Even though it was your time to leave us
You’re with us forever, Candy girl.
Capone, 12/01/1999 - 12/31/2012
Wow, where have the last 13 years gone! Unfortunately
on 12/31/2012 Capone passed on to the rainbow bridge.
He meant a lot to me and will be missed. He was the
type of dog that once you met him you were instantly
attached.
Over the past year he was gradually getting worse; his nervous
system gave out and was in too much pain to continue.
Mentally he was there, but his body had given out.
Thirteen years is a long life for a bigger dog, so I am grateful
he lasted as long as he did. I knew this day would
come when I got him 13 years ago but that does not make it any
easier to deal with.
End the end I am celebrating his life on earth. I met a
bunch of wonder people along the way and I wanted to mention a few
stories. Along with this I have posted pictures and some
additional comments.
The Office:
When Capone was 3 months old I took him to my friend John’s
office. The was an office condo building that had 2 stories
with a long hallway on each floor with a stair case on each
side. Small businesses would rent each office so there
were a wide variety of occupants. John’s office was on
the second floor so I walked up the stairs to the second floor
with Capone. Way down on the other end of the hallway there
was some man with a brief case just staring at me and
smiling. I asked him if he wanted to see my
puppy. Well the guy was smiling and shaking his head
so I let Capone go. Keep in mind Capone was 3 months
old, very small and had that non-threatening puppy
look. Well Capone started running and the man at the
other end of the hallway started to scream. He ran down the
stairs and then I heard the thump of his brief case being thrown
up the stairs back into the hallway!
Wow this is not the response I expected. I did not know what
to do except laugh. I told John about it and we just went to
lunch. After we got back he received a call from the
landlord explaining that the person at the other end of the
hallway was a Psychiatrist and had a phobia of dogs. I
guess this puppy put him back a few years in therapy.
Needless to say I didn’t bring back Capone to John’s office.
The Peeing Incident:
When Capone was around 6 months or so I took him up to Piedmont
park. At that time they didn’t have the official dog
park. So what everyone did is let their dogs roam in the big
area where they have concerts in front of park tavern.
I would say there were at least 100 dogs off leash and having a
good time. So when I got there I let Capone off the
leash and he started to run downhill where there where two
oversized ladies sitting facing away looking down the hill.
I thought that was strange since there were all kinds of dogs
running around. I then realized Capone went up to them from
behind and was sniffing. I knew what was about to happen but
he was too far away for me to stop it… Well he did what you
are thinking. He decided to mark the ladies by peeing on
both of their backs!
Well, I am not sure what you would have done. For me it was
get the dog and since they didn’t notice leave! I was
in this process when some guy who also saw the incident came up
running and yelling “Did your dog just pee on them?” and I mean
yelling. I was thinking STFU! Anyway the
ladies then turned around and said “That’s alright, dogs have been
peeing on us all day and we don’t understand why?” Wow… ok
maybe it’s because you are sitting among a hundred dogs and once
they smell pee on you they will try to mark you like a fire
hydrant. In any case I left the area
Frisbee:
Around nine months old I took Capone to Boulder, Colorado where we
stayed for three months over a winter. He loved it up
there as I did also. I met some wonderful people and liked
the relaxed laws relating to dogs. I was not the dog’s
owner, I was his Guardian. Also there was generally off
leash everywhere. Technically it was supposed to be in the
parks and the dog had to come on command, but the reality was it
didn’t matter if he was on leash. Whereas in Atlanta I took
Capone to a unofficial dog park in Brookhaven where we had to have
someone on lookout at the entrance for animal control.
Animal control would come and hand out $170 tickets and would ruin
the good time everyone was having. During my stint in
Colorado I noticed Capone jumping at the Frisbee when a few people
were playing Frisbee catch in the park. I then realized he
probably would fetch the Frisbee.
When I got back to Atlanta in the feb/march time frame of 2001 I
started to run with Capone to the Peachtree Hills park at 5am,
play catch with the Frisbee and run back home. This was
about ½ mile run each way depending on the route. It
was a sight to see, but generally I couldn’t see since it was
still dark out that time of morning. It was pretty amazing
to know I would throw the Frisbee 50-75 yards, then Capone from a
dead stop would run leap in the air and I would hear the
catch. He would run it back and we would start
over. Generally the only time he dropped it was when I
made a bad throw.
During the evening or daytime on weekends we would go to the
Peachtree Hills park and there would be other dogs there. I
met a few other friends here. I was throwing the
Frisbee to Capone and a lady had a Boxer there. The Boxer
was not interested in the Frisbee, instead she would just run
along side Capone and bark and harass him. Well I
threw the Frisbee about 50 yards and Capone was running to get
it. He would usually run then jump about 5 feet in the air
and snag the Frisbee. It was site to see an 80 lbs. dog do
this. In this situation Capone’s timing is way off because
this boxer is nipping at him the whole way. At the
last second Capone turned his head barked and snipped back at the
boxer who was next to him. The boxer was stunned and stopped
running. Capone then turned his head the other way and
caught the Frisbee in flight. Anyway it was a site to
see.
So everyone would gather at Peachtree park and bring their
dogs. Usually everyone stood around and
socialized. I just got there and wasn’t paying too
much attention. I threw the Frisbee far, and I
mean far. 75 yards maybe. Well it was a throw
where the Frisbee was floating in the air, then I noticed
the trajectory. There was some woman there with her
dogs at the other end of the field talking on the
phone. I just looked in awe. I knew what was
going to happen. What are the odds. The Frisbee
could of gone anywhere at that distance, why did it decide to go
that direction? In any case it was too far to get her
attention and bam! It hit her on the head while she was
talking on the phone. I was just thankful Capone
decided not to jump and try to catch it as it was hitting
her. In any case the Frisbee wasn’t moving that
fast and the lady was fine. I was just a little embarrassed
Afterthoughts:
Occasionally I would have to board Capone. When I came to
pick him up after the first time I boarded him, the lady at the
kennel mentioned that except at night Capone just hung out with
the workers all day up front. This was typical
behavior and didn’t really surprise me. I really didn’t like
to put him in a kennel, so Capone’s second home was back in St.
Louis. Mainly at my Parents, but on occasion my sisters
would also lay claim to him. I think there might have been
some tension.
Last October I spent a week in Colorado and dropped him off at my
Parent’s house. Their house is on a cul-de-sac and over the
years Capone got to know the neighbors. He would just hang
out on the porch and when neighbors came home he would go greet
them. I was talking to my parent’s next door neighbors
when I was back in October. Unfortunately Mr. Grant is
suffering from Alzheimer’s and each morning last October Capone
would go over to their house and according to Ms. Grant it was
therapeutic for him to interact with Capone.
During his younger years Capone would sleep in the same bed with
me, unless he over heated or I tossed and turned so he would leave
the bed. Eventually he could not get up on the bed and
between my back and it was too easy to injure Capone when lifting
him he slept on the floor. Sunday night I decided to lift
him in the bed, he snuggled up against me and stayed there all
night. The next day it was time.
RIP Capone, you will be missed.
Greg
Carmen Electra, 01/01/98 - 02/09/13
Dear Carmen Electra,
I am so sad you have left us. You know how much we admired you. it
was our ritual, every morning, to wake up and walk outside, a few
steps off the deck, to your pond. You waited patiently, or
impatiently, depending on the hour. but it's been a couple of
years now since we lost our Ray. he was your chief admirer, so
proud of how gorgeous you were and how you ruled the pond. another
link to my brother, gone forever. I hope he was on the bridge,
waiting for you, with Henderson and Hobie and Mom and Dad and
Proudie and Nana. and Frankie, of course. it's so hard to go to
the house and he's gone, and now you are too. mornings will not be
the same. thanks for the joy and laughs you brought us through so
many years, as we wondered what you thought of us and your life
there. I'll look forward to discussing it with you some day. in
the meantime, please give a splash to Ray, tell him I love and
miss him.
I'll miss you a lot. thanks for staying with us so long.
Peggy
Casper, 1998 - October 24, 2013
I lost you suddenly Casper. You were with me for 11 years and you
were like a child to me. You have been gone since last night
and it is raw. I love you little boy. Have fun in rainbow
bridge. xx
CD Snuggles, 2/16/1996 - 6/19/2013
CD Baby, Mom and Scotchie miss you terribly and hope you are now
out of pain and are running around the way you when you were
young. Miss you a whole lot. Love, Mom and Scotchie
Cesar Boy Thompson, 02/06/10 -
05/14/13
Cesar, I am so sorry I wasn't there to protect you from the big
mean dogs. You are missed so, so, much. You were my best friend,in
the world. Everyone at Thompsons fish camp has asked about you,
& they are also very upset & sad you are not with us
anymore. You were such a smart little westie. I will always miss
your silly little ways you looked at me and always watched my
every move. Life is going to be very hard without you, but I keep
reminding myself that you will be waiting for me at Rainbow
Bridge. I will always love you & you will always be in my
heart. RIP my little man
Champ, 12/22/99 - 03/08/13
I miss you so very much dear Champ. You were such a special dog,
my best friend, my first baby, my rock, my solid pillar to lean on
who was always there for me. When I found you at age 21 you
jumped and leapt on me like we were old friends and you had been
waiting for me to find you. I took you home having no idea what
kind of dog you were or what to expect. I cannot believe how lucky
I was! So loyal and gentle. You loved people, children and other
dogs. But always had a feud with cats and wild animals. Chasing
cats, but never catching one. Fighting wild boars in the woods,
losing a canine tooth in the process. Hunting for lizards with
that particular tail wag reserved only for such hunts. But I don't
believe you ever caught a lizard either! I hope where you are
there are many lizards to hunt and catch! Thank you for being so
gentle with all of the pups you ever lived with and had to help
raise. Thank you for being gentle with my niece and nephew. Thank
you for being my sidekick and driving buddy, coming to work with
me wherever that had to be. Thank you for being my ears at night
when I was sleeping, and for always being there for a cuddle.
Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for being with
me through break ups and moves and school. Through so many ups and
downs you were my constant. You were with me through all of my
20's! The bulk of my adulthood thus far. I would not of made it
without you. I am not sure how I will make it now.
I wish I had more time with you, even just 10 minutes more when I
would know they were the last minutes I had. I wish I had lived in
the moment a bit more at the end. I hope you always know how loved
you are and were. I will never forget you. I hope I see you again,
please come back to me dear dear friend. I will have plenty of
green cabbage for you to eat!! Love you forever sweet Champy.
Chance, 7-28-10 - 10-23-12
This is in memory of the most joyful and loving dog we ever
had. Chance was an Australian Blue Heeler. Some people we
know had a litter of puppies. We decided to get one, and
brought our little 6 1/2 week old pup home on September 11th,
2010. He weighed 3 1/2 pounds. Shortly after getting
him home we discovered he was completely deaf. The people we
got him from wanted us to return him for another pup, but we had
already bonded with the little guy. Sometimes you just
know. We spent thousands of hours with this little guy,
playing with him, teaching him hand signals so we could
communicate with him and just loving him. He was smart as a
whip, a champion Frisbee player and loved everyone and everything
he came in contact with. Especially us. He was a huge
part of our lives, and completed our family. He never
completely outgrew his puppy stage, as he was only 27 months old
when he died. On 10-23-12, on his evening walk in the desert
with my husband, he grabbed his leather leash and started shaking
it, playing with it. He was facing my husband and in the
process of pulling on the leash slipped out of his collar.
My husband said Chance looked down for a split second, realized he
was free, and then ran underneath a passing train. Part of
us died that day also. We never got to say goodbye. We
can see Chance's grave from our bathroom window. My husband
fashioned a mobile of sorts to hang over it. It has 3
Frisbees hanging from it. We will always love this precious
furchild of ours. We will never forget him.
Chang, 5/1/1994 - 11/22/2013
Chang was our special tuxedo girl who was also polydactyl (with 25
toes). She lived half her life in Minnesota and the other half in
sunny Arizona where she got to spend many hours basking on a cat
porch, safe from coyotes and other predators. She lived with four
different dogs and got along famously with all of them. Chang was
our loving companion for nearly two decades and will never be
forgotten.
CHARLIE, 8/12/95 - 11/17/2013
CHARLIE YOU WERE A WONDERFUL CAT AND WILL BE GREATLY MISSED! I
REMEMBER THE DAY I GOT YOU I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS AND KNEW I HAD TO
HAVE THIS LITTLE FLUFF BALL. YOU WENT THROUGH THICK AND THIN WITH
ME AND NEVER COMPLAINED. WHEN I USE TO CRY YOU WERE ALWAYS
CONCERNED AND COMFORTED ME WHEN I WAS SICK YOU ALWAYS LAYED AT MY
FEET. YOU WERE A TRUE FRIEND FOR 18 YEARS I JUST THOUGHT I WOULD
HAVE YOU FOR A LITTLE LONGER. MAKING THE DECISION TO PUT YOU DOWN
WAS THE HARDEST THING I HAVE EVER HAD TO DO BUT THE VET SAID IT
WAS THE BEST THING FOR YOU WITH YOUR HEALTH ISSUES. I WILL
ALWAYS HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART FOR YOU AND YOU WILL NEVER
BE FORGOTTEN.
Chester, 05/03/2000 - 05/07/2013
Chester was a dog that loved everyone, no matter who they were. If
you sat down, Chester would hop into your lap. He always wanted to
be your friend.
Even when I was not the best owner, too busy to play with him, or
when I had to leave him with someone else for a while, his loyalty
never, ever waned. He always followed me wherever I went, and
would always be there for me whenever I needed anything from him.
He was so playful, friendly and outgoing. Even though he sometimes
did things that made me mad, he was such a good dog, and was the
best friend I had ever known.
I will never meet a kindler, gentler creature ever again. I
understand it was your time to go, but you have left a tremendous
hole in my life. I appreciate your love and affection so much, and
I can't thank you enough for all you did to get me through the
hard times, and be right there with me for all the good ones. You
will never, ever be forgotten. You'll always be my little buddy.
Chewie, 8/28/99 - 12/6/2013
The dearest boy ever....
Chewy Pettingill, 7 March 1997 - 21
November 2013
Chewy Pettingill
7 March 1997 – 21 November 2013
RIP Little Buddy
Chewy was born on a dairy farm near Spokane Washington on 7 March
1997. His mom was a longhaired dachshund and his dad was a
short hair version. He had 3 brothers and 2 sisters. When we
answered the ad and went to the farm we could see that Chewy was
the pick of the litter. Chewy was extremely skinny and it was
obvious that he wasn’t get feed like he should. There were just
too many mouths to feed and only one mom! When we looked at
the litter Chewy went straight to my wife and a life long bond had
just been made. We vowed that Chewy would never want for
food again as long as we had him. Chewy enjoyed chewing on
our furniture when he was young so that is what we named
him. Chewy had a black stripe down his back and it would
change color depending on his mood. Chewy enjoyed running
and I would take him jogging with me for several years until he
got too fat to run long distances anymore. Chewy was always
involved in family activities. Whatever we were doing he had to
participate! He went with us to Pacific Beach, Washington
State Park. He enjoyed the beach even though the water was cold.
He didn’t like to be left alone and he would remain that way until
the day he died. Chewy had to be on someone’s lap most of
the time. Chewy liked to ride in automobiles. We moved from
Spokane WA to Jacksonville AR in 2000 and he made the trip like it
wasn’t anything. As long as he was with us it didn’t
matter. Chewy liked to stand on the steering wheel so he
could see the road. Chewy loved milk, ice cream and anything
else we were eating or drinking! Later Chewy developed
calcium stones from years of eating & drinking the white
stuff. He had to have two surgery’s to get them all
removed! Expensive but it saved his life. We had to cut back
his milk and ice cream to weekends only. Chewy enjoyed
riding with me on the riding mower, 4-wheeler, and mini-bike. At
Christmas time he became a reindeer with clip on antlers. He
always knew what he was going to get for Christmas because there
was no fooling that nose! Chewy enjoyed visiting relatives
and he made the trip to Tennessee several times. He loved to
chase the cats at both our parents’ houses. Just never a dull
moment with that wild wiener dog! Chewy remained healthy
until he was about 15 years old. He started getting ailments
associated with aging. Skin viruses, arthritis, cataracts, and a
large tumor near his tail. As long as we could treat his
aliments while giving him a reasonable quality of life we vowed to
keep him around. At 16 years old he started having short
seizures. At first we didn’t notice what was going on but one day
he had one that lasted nearly two minutes! The pain he endured was
incredible. The barks were deafening. The seizures became an
everyday event and when we took him to the vet he said he would
die from them soon. He cried himself to sleep every night. He was
in pain most of the time. We made the painful decision to
put him to sleep. No more pain. Ecclesiastes 3:1 “To EVERY
thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the
heaven: A time to be born and a time to die” Chewy had a very full
and rich life but it is hard being without the love and joy he
brought us. We know one day we will be reunited with
him. I can see Jesus holding him right now, waiting for us
to join them on that day that where there will be no sunrise or
sunset. With Chewy there I know it really will be
Heaven. See you soon little buddy. A Special
Note about the photo collage: We tried to put a picture of each
year Chewy was with us in the collage. The first photo at the top
left (beach) he was just over a year old going clock wise the last
picture was taken in September 2013. Thank you for taking
the time to read his eulogy.
Chi-Chi, 1995 - 12/24/2012
Chi-Chi (my little Chiquita)
I’m so sorry little girl. I know I let you down. I
made the decision to end your life because I was so afraid that
something really terrible was wrong with you and I didn’t want you
to cry and be in pain. But I’m thinking maybe it was just
old age creeping in and that you deserved better from me. I
can’t help thinking I should have got you better pain medicine and
given you a chance to recover. I’m always going to wonder if
I should have done more for you.
I feel so sad all the time little girl. It’s almost more
than I can bear. I feel like It was my responsibility to
take care of you and I didn’t do my job. It seems I can
never take care of the people and pets that I love. I
couldn’t save Mom, I couldn’t save Carmelita or Rico and I
couldn’t save you. Only with you I think I had more choices,
all the others were so sick that I did not know how to save them,
but with you I knew that you should have at least had a chance to
recover. I will never fully understand why I let you
go. I think the doctor should have painted me not only the
bleakest picture but also the most promising picture of possible
outcomes. Part of this was because we did not have a regular
vet for you because the Vet scared you so much. Probably
another lesson I have been slow to learn. Some people think
I’m smart but I know better. I’m not so smart and maybe I’m
not even as compassionate as I like to think I am. If I was,
I would make better choices. I’m sorry you paid the ultimate
price, I will keep your memory with me forever little girl and
maybe I will never make the same mistake again.
I pray that you are at the Rainbow Bridge and are with your true
“Mom & Dad”. I was only your care taker and could never
replace them in your heart. We had a special bond from the
time you were just a little puppy. You used to run up and
down my chest, maybe we should have named you “Speedy”.
I will always treasure our last week together. All you
wanted was for me to hold you and love you, maybe I was re-miss in
not always giving you the affection you so desperately needed, you
sure were a different little love-bug that last week.
I know now that I should have just picked you up when people came
to the door or were getting ready to leave. I now understand
that you were just doing your job and protecting me and the
house. Everything was better when I picked you up, so I
guess that’s another lesson I was slow to learn.
I miss you terribly. I look for you in your bed every
morning. But you are no longer there.
You were a feisty little girl and oh so smart.
Bella misses you too. Your Moma Lauren doesn’t think so, but
I see her sigh and at times she’s so depressed. You taught
her well little girl. Every night she barks for a treat
rather than waiting for you to lead the way, 8:15 on the
dot. Lauren always tried to make Bella the leader of the
pack but I think Bella knew better and let you be the boss.
Little Chiquita I loved you so, you were Mom and Dad’s dog and I
was happy to be your caretaker, go across the Rainbow Bridge and I
will see you on the other side.
Chica, 7-14-2002 - 4-11-2013
TO MY LIL BABY GIRL , CHICA YOU ARE MY HEART I MISS YOU SOOO
MUCH. I NEVER REALLY REALIZE HOW HARD LIFE WAS GOING TO BE WITH
OUT YOU IN IT. NOT A MINUTE OF EVERYDAY GOES BY AND MY HEART STILL
ACHES FOR YOU. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE ONE OF THE BEST THINGS THAT
HAPPEN IN OUR LIFE.
CHIP, 05/01/99 - 04/19/13
Chip was the sweetest and most loveable little dog. He loved to
play with his toys and he loved his family very much. He was very
loyal. He was a very brave and courageous dog and was very
protective of his family. He had a long and happy life. He had a
very strong heart, because his family loved him so much and he
loved his family just as much right back. He was a beautiful dog
too and very special. He was a red and brown wild boar smooth coat
Miniature Dachshund. His family fell in love with him the minute
they saw him as a baby and they were so happy to have him in their
lives. He brought them so much joy and happiness during the time
that he was with them. He was also a very well traveled dog,
living in several different states with his family and moving with
them when they moved several times. He had the exciting experience
of traveling to many different places in the country and he got to
see many cool things. He was born in Louisiana and went home with
his family when he was 8 weeks old and lived with them his whole
life until he passed away. His family was hoping he could reach
his 14th birthday, but sadly he passed away just a few weeks
before his birthday, and it was very hard for them to let him go.
He was so very brave in the end and he was strong and really
fought so very hard to stay with his family but it was his time to
cross the Rainbow Bridge. He was looking forward to seeing his old
friend Pebbles though, and he knew that she was waiting for him
just across the Bridge. He is no longer in any more pain and
discomfort with his back and although his family misses him very
much they are so happy that they had the gift of him and he will
always be in their hearts. No dog could have been more loved, and
no dog will be more missed than Chip. He was the best fur baby,
friend, companion and protector that any family could ever have.
He was so cherished and he left his pawprints on his family
members' hearts, and they will always remember him and the joy he
brought to their lives.
Chloe Joy (Spitfire), 9 yrs old -
6/20/2013
Chloe: I miss the soft meows that I would hear. We
played fetch and had good times together. Angels watch over
you and keep in touch. No one played fetch like you. Rest in
peace. Love Mommy
CHRISSY, Saturday, May 12th, 2001 -
July 16th, 2013
My friend, my companion, my side kick. You came to me as an abused
dog but came around to accept all the family, you would seek
everyone out. We spent hours on the bed sharing coconut, jerky,
chips and crackers, and don't forget the peanut butter. You had
coconut Popsicle's while I ate my sugar free ones. I should have
never introduced those to you. After that you wouldn't touch mine
anymore. You faced many illnesses over the course' of your 12 1/2
years. I did my best to keep giving you a quality of life, even
with 6 medications. I sensed your impending death the weekend
before our vacation. I am so sorry I went ahead and went to
Canada. You chose the next day to die beside my bed, where you
slept many a night.I had so wanted to be with you in the end,
holding you, comforting you, passing you over to God's arms where
you would be healed and happy once again. I am sorry I let you
down. You are my love, my heart aches for you, but you will be in
my heart forever. No dog will ever replace you.
You have been told that when I feel better, I will be a foster
parent for Dogs on Deployment. As short as a few months or as long
as 2-3 years. They will not belong to me, only on loan till the
soldier comes home. You will still be the one who belongs to me
forever.
I love you from our spot to God's arms and back when you can come.
I'm looking for you. Love you always. your momma, Cindy
Cici, 1999 - 01/19/2013
Today, I had to put my sweet Cici to rest. She was such a sweet
and gentle dog. She had had a rough start as she was a breeder dog
for the first 8 years of her life. She was then rescued and it was
another 2 years before she adopted me. I had her for 4 years and I
know she was grateful that she found her forever home with me. I
will miss her each and every day.
Cinco, May 10, 1995 - February 2, 2013
We are going to miss you so....Rest in Peace Cinco ♥ We loved you
so much ♥ You were the best darn cat ever. You helped me raise my
children just like Nanny in Peter Pan. You always watched
over them and made sure they were safe. You made sure to
greet every visitor to our house with a friendly bite and meow to
make sure they knew you were in charge. You had quite the
reputation! You were so loyal to our family and the joy you
brought us will live forever in our hearts ♥ You are and will
always be my Cinco Boy ♥
Cinnamon Precious Costa, 1/9/1999 -
6/4/2012
To our forever beautiful, caring and brave Pookie,
And now we come to our first Easter without your earthbound self,
Miss Cinnamon. Sighhh. You know, from your wondrous
perch high above, and because we talk to you constantly, that your
heartbroken family aches and misses you even more on each and
every 'first' that we have encountered since your passing.
And this Easter 2013 will be no different. We all have some
special things for you, Cookie, some pastel eggs, a treat or
three, jelly beans, and of course some rabbit ears that would and
will look just spectacular sitting atop that oh-so-beautiful face
of yours. How patient you always are with your Mommy Melanie
and Mommy Georgette. Tens of thousands of pictures, I'm
sure, of special occasions and just you being you. I tried
to be your advocate, honey, remember? Asking, then pleading with
your Moms to give you a break. And now there's not a picture
of you, from any year, any place, any moment in time, that I don't
cherish. For in every one a piece of you still exists and
shines ever so brightly.
I went to the cemetery last week to plant palm crosses in memory
and for my Mom and Dad, Mama and Daddad, and my aunts and uncles,
and their parents who have passed away over the years,
Cinnie. And today Mommy Georgette and I went to Fernwood
Cemetery, where her family is, and where you helped us so many
times over so, so many years. Memories of the sun setting,
and your beautiful red coat shinning so brilliantly. We had
to scramble many times to leave before the gates closed at
sundown. Such a solemn place. Wherever you were with
us, dear girl, was instantly a special and wonderful place.
Now to the even more difficult part, if that's possible.
Easter weekend will always and forever be the time you first came
home, to your only home, to your forever home. There are
more days than not, girl, when we can't remember what a weekend
was like, or a holiday, or traveling, whether a trip to the mall,
or the beach for the day, or across the country by plane, without
you by our side, and always in our plans, and it all started
Easter weekend in 1999. Your 'biological' Mommy Melanie had
been looking for the perfect little Dachshund for some time, but
we didn't know how serious she was. Your Mom and Chuck
picked you up and brought you home on Holy Saturday, April 3,
1999. I'm still not sure how she did it, but somehow she
made it through a day and half without telling Mommy Georgette . .
. we were in New York City for the weekend. We arrived home
tired that Easter Sunday night, and we started to unload the car
by wrote, and then everything changed. There was a beautiful
little girl inside, with the shiniest red coat, and fur like
velvet, and the most beautiful eyes I had, and have to this day,
ever seen in my life. Most important of all, however, was
the love that poured from your heart. I don’t think we
stopped smiling for years, Cookie, until your back acted up the
first time, but that’s a story for another day. As is the
case with every holiday there are special memories specific to
Easter that will remain in our hearts forever. And once
again we will find it hard to accept that you won't be in your
chair, sitting next to Mommy Gee Gee, or in your Mommy Mel’s
lap, sharing Easter with us. On your first Rainbow Bridge
Easter, sweet Cinnamon, know that you are always and forever loved
by your family, no matter how far apart we might seem to be.
We remain forever proud, humbled and blessed to have been chosen
to share life with you, Cinnie, and can’t wait for the day until
we hold you in our arms and ‘love you to pieces’ once again.
For all
time.
Love, Melanie, Georgette, Bruce and Chuck
Cinnamon Precious Costa, 1/9/1999 -
6/4/2012
To our courageous, loving, prettiest girl in the whole wide
universe Cinnamon,
And now today we mark 9 months from the day your family had to let
you move on to Rainbow Bridge, dear girl. Since we talk each
and every day I know that you know by now, but I finally added a
permanent memorial to you on Critters.com. I still haven’t
really been able to put even a fraction of the never ending love,
respect and appreciation I feel for you every day into words, or
just how much you are missed, but we’re trying. It will
never get easy, Cookie, which is really how it should be, right?
I have tried like heck to get through and rewrite on your memorial
my open letter to you, the one that we read to you on the last
Saturday we shared as a family . . . June 2, 2012 . . . but I
can’t do it yet, Cinnie Girl. You do and will forever mean
the world to me, and I just can’t remember or talk about those
last few precious days without falling apart.
You are still with us always. Snowing? I’ve got to
shovel the sidewalk and patio for Cinnie. Windy or rainy?
Cinnamon won’t want to stay outside very long. And the
vision of your beautiful, velvet furred ears, floating so
gracefully on the breeze. Fireworks or firecrackers?
Come here, sweet girl, let me hold and comfort you. Let me
show you that everything will be alright. Thunder and
lightning? If we’re home we look for and think of you with
the first thunderclap. If we’re not at home, the first thing
we do is think about who is closest to home, and who can get there
the fastest to be with, reassure and love out little girl.
You truly will forever be a part of who we are as a family.
We still save food for you, Cookie, and put our arm out
reflexively to hold you, in your beloved Sherpa, back when we make
a panic stop in the truck. You loved the car (or truck) and we
took you everywhere on the weekends, remember? The dog
tag with your beautiful picture and attached to your little wooden
cross, both of which I wear every single day, is engraved with the
words ‘My copilot forever’ on the back, Cinnie, and so you are and
will always be. When Mommy Gee Gee and I are out, or if we go out
as a family, we toast to you, ‘to Cookie’ first thing. Simple,
boring, the same every day, or week, or weekend things, they were
always special and will never be the same. Getting the first
kiss from you each morning, or the last kiss at night . . . what
an honor and privilege it is to have shared life with you.
Spending time in the car, holding you, and sharing some very
informative and in-depth conversations while your Mommy, Melanie,
or Mommy Gee Gee, were shopping. And we knew better than to
kiss Mommy Gee Gee when we arrived home from work each night, not
before we kissed you first. You insisted on it.
Remember?
I know you’ve met some wonderful fellow travelers and beautiful
souls, Cinnamon, at Rainbow Bridge, and for that I am eternally
grateful. I was never embarrassed to show my respect, caring
and love for you while you shared your earthbound years with the
family who loves you so, and I am not now ashamed of or
embarrassed to grieve for and miss you every single day. As
I will say, and think and feel for as long as I live, Pookie,
losing you at any time, no matter how many years we got to share
life with you, will always have been too short by a
lifetime. Kisses forever, dearest Cinnamon, hugs and kisses
forever and ever.
Love,
Melanie, Georgette, Bruce and Chuck
Cleo, December 1st, 2000 - November
12th, 2013
We lost our Cleo today. She passed very peacefully in her sleep.
She will be in our hearts forever.
Cloney, 2005 - March 6th, 2013
My special little boy, I miss you so much. You are my
sweetest little bunny & I hope & pray that we will be
reunited again. Your buddy, Shadow, misses you very very
much. I am trying to comfort him, but I hope that you can
help him through this sad time. You brought both of us so
much joy & love & you will never be forgotten. I will love
you forever.
Mommy
Coal Whitaker (Kenny), June 1, 2007 -
February 23, 2013
On Saturday night February 23 I lost my best friend and constant
companion of 6 years, my little, solid black, short haired
Chihuahua named Coal. I got Coal from a friend in July of 2007.
His official name was Coal anyway. My 19 year old son and myself
started calling him Chemi-coal as in (chemical) just kind of
joking around. Eventually it morphed into Chemi after dropping the
coal. One summer day while talking to a neighbor outside I called
to Chemi,and my neighbor interrupted,..... he said "Did you just
call that dog Kenny" Being the comedy laden fool that I am I said
"Of course I called him Kenny. that's his name, geez, where you
been" Well needless to say from that summer day in 2008 my little
black dog was named Kenny and it stuck like glue. While I was at
work he waited on the back of the couch, looking out the front
window waiting on me to get home. The only time Kenny wasn't with
me was when I was at work. He had to even come in the bathroom
with me when I relieved myself!! ...LOL Being only 4 or 5 pounds
he fit in my winter jacket perfectly so Kenny went with me
wherever I went, yes even inside Walmart. Kenny's role in are
family grew even more important when we lost Tara (my girlfriend
and mother of my little girl) on December 5th of last year.
After losing Tara, Kenny was very therapeutic for my six year old
little girl and myself. I noticed that he was ill on Saturday
morning and took him to the Vet immediately. After blood tests,
x-rays and a physical exam they could not find anything wrong with
him (and charged me 200 bucks). We came home heartbroken. We lost
Kenny that night, and I have been in a severe depression every
since. I loved that 4 pound pile of flesh and bone like a person.
I am so devastated right now!
Coco, January 2008 - February 16, 2013
My sweet Coco will forever hold a special place in my heart.
She was loved every single day I had the privilege of knowing
her. I miss her more than words can express and I thank her
for sharing her life with us. I'll see you at the Rainbow
Bridge, my precious little girl.
Coco Chanel Buras Price Guindon,
August 12, 2013
Our family is deeply saddened to announce the passing of Coco
Chanel Buras Price Guindon on the morning of Monday, August 12,
2013 at the age of 14 years.
Coco was a stray that found the absolute perfect home in 2000, by
stopping at her fathers house in Yonkers after having been hit by
a vehicle, having no owner, and having lost a litter of puppies
and taking months to recuperate. She spent some fabulous years
with her family in Yonkers before fate had her move to Canada to
be with her mom Michele.
She was predeceased by brothers Caesar, Bandito, Figaro and
Choufleur and by sister Cleo. She leaves behind her loving
parents, mom Michele and brother Gracie and Charlie, daddy Milton
and brother Pharaoh, and dad Terrence and sisters Cynthia,
Calle and Mia. Coco had such a huge personality and was loved by
so many. She was especially kind and patient with her mother
through much sickness and was there for her every step of our
journey together. She also remembered her dads as we spoke often
of them and to them. Coco was also a large part of her
neighbourhoods acknowledging all that she knew, never forgetting a
face and barking at least a hello. Coco had one of the best
weeks of her life before her passing and was like a year old
puppy. She will be sadly missed and never forgotten - to always be
in our hearts where she has touched us all.
Colt, 09/13/2004 - 12/16/2013
Colt was adopted from the Tijuana/Phoenix race track late December
2008. He was a gentle soul. He was quiet, friendly and sweet. He
greatly enjoyed his retired life. Colt did his 30 second run in
the backyard every morning. He loved his night time walks. He
loved being retired and having the run of our house hopefully
forgetting the years of being crated up. He loved being around
people of all ages especially kids. Osteosarcoma took his life too
soon. Colt will be greatly missed by our family and all who met
him.
Comet G., September 2001 - August 29,
2013
The night we found you on November 17, 2001 after the USC vs UCLA
football game was the best day of our lives. I will never
forget when we saw you trying to cross the busy intersection, and
we stopped to rescue you. I was so surprised when I called
"kitty, kitty, kitty" that you came running from the street corner
into my waiting arms. You cuddled up in my lap and slept all
the way home. That night you picked us, and we went home
together and became a family. The meteor shower that night
inspired your name: Comet.
As the months passed, you grew. People always remarked,
"What a BIG cat!! What do you feed him!?" You became
our 14 pound "big baby." Our best friend nick named you "Big
Head" because your head seemed so huge. In spite of your
intimidating physical appearance, you were a scaredy cat.
However, we have to note, that when you got angry, you would bite
and/or hold a grudge until you could bite one of us. How did
you know to bite on the soft spot at the back of the knee to
inflict maximum pain? You were a terror sometimes! You
were definitely not a lap cat, but when you felt scared, sick, or
lonely, you loved to be held on my left shoulder like a
baby. You also liked to sleep on my left shoulder in bed and
my arm would always fall asleep with your weight. Your best
possession was your cat tower – how you loved to be perched on the
very top.
When your "girlfriend" Cleo moved away with her owner, you were so
sad. The two of you bonded and played together. You
always sought out your cat friends in the neighborhood to play
after she left, but sometimes you played too rough and they did
not want to come back. Then we adopted our precious little
Candy in January 2011. She was older, smaller, and afraid of
you, but she kept you in your place. Somehow, I think you
liked that. You were quick to learn her bad habit of sitting
by the kitchen table begging for table food – you did not forget
that even when she left us.
Sadly, her stay with us was short and we were all heartbroken when
she crossed the Rainbow Bridge on August 30, 2012. Once
again, you were saddened to be alone. My poor Comet Coco –
all you wanted was a companion during the long hours Daddy and
Mama were at work. Who would have known that on August 29,
2013 at almost the same hour as Candy, you would also cross the
Rainbow Bridge?
Since the beginning of this year, you started not to feel
well. We knew you were not yourself. You slowed down
so much this year. Your doctor kept trying but could not
find anything obviously wrong with you. Test after test came
back negative. Yet, you were not eating well anymore.
Your health was deteriorating, and we were at a loss to know what
was happening to you. On Monday night when I found you
hiding under the bed limp and not moving my heart began to break –
I knew then that you were getting ready to leave us. I could
not bear to hear you crying out twice during the night in
pain. None of us slept much that night, and the morning
could not come soon enough. When the blood transfusions
brought you back Tuesday night, we had hope. The doctor said
we would all think positive thoughts. On Wednesday, you ate
and it seemed like there was a glimmer of hope. But, my
sweetheart, it was not to be.
Thank you, Comet Coco for waiting for us to arrive so we could
have our last 30 minutes together as a family. I wish we
could have known what was making you sick. I am so sorry for
the pain you felt. Twelve years together - it was too
short. Thank you for making Daddy and Mama's life fuller and
happier. We will never, ever forget you.
He truly was a gift from God and we look forward to crossing the
Rainbow Bridge with him to Heaven when we are all together
again. May he rest in peace.
Love always and forever,
Fred and Irene (Daddy and Mama)
Good night Comet Coco, you suffer no more. Thank you for the
love and memories my papas. Be nice to Candy while you wait
for us.
Connie, July 15, 1998 - November 18,
2013
She was very special to me and to my wife when she met her.
I miss her terribly but know she will be waiting at Rainbow Bridge
for me when I get there.
Cookie, Nov 1 1999 - Jan 3 2013
My best friend closed her eyes last night,
As his head was in my hand.
The Doctors said she was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms.
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And OH...her many charms.
Today, there was no gentle nudge
With an intense "I love you gaze",
Only a heart that's filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.
But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said, "You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends,
HE's installed a 'doggy-door"!
Cookie, Nov 1 1999 - Jan 3 2013
you listen when I talk, you're there for me when I cry, you love
me and all my faults, you kiss me daily & don't complain...I
love YOU for being MY dog xoxoxox
Cooper, December 24, 2009 - February
2, 2013
Cooper your short life impacted us all so much. The time spent
chasing bumpers and tennis balls and softballs were so much fun.
All of your family misses you and we will never be able to replace
you. We wish we had more time with you but are so grateful for the
time we had with you. Happy hunting and playing till we see you
again. Your loving family.
Corby aka Pookie Poo, September 17,
2013
We took little Pookie when she was the last surviving kitten in a
litter that was being killed by neighborhood kids. We got
her in 1998 and she lived a happy and safe life here with mom and
dad and other siblings. She passed away in her daddy's arms
so she had her last wish. Run free little Pookie in the nip
fields of the Rainboe Bridge. We will all be together again.
Corey, 4/22/2006 - 6/9/2013
Your are the best Corey!
Momma loves you forever xoxo
Corker, March 1997 - 03/09/2013
Corker, Our Sweet Boy,
From the day you picked us out at the Pet Store and would have no
other you were special. You waited even then for us to get you
before they sent you back. I missed your puppyhood for being gone
for so long at work. You endured the Geisha, the Chaizer, the
Gizman, the Penster. You only wanted to be the only one. You were
patient as Job. You endured it all. You outlasted them all. When
all were gone...it was your turn. But then the bratz showed up.
You endured them as well. Yet you got on the bed for the last four
years and relished it to the max. You shared but did not give in.
You were special and sweet and you even waited for us to come home
so you could get that last few hours with us. It pained me to see
you suffer and I prayed so hard that your little soul would pass
with ease. and at 5:00 am you sighed your last breath with a
whimper so soft..
I miss you selfishly and wish I had been a better owner.I cry
selfishly because my loss is the greatest. The pain is greater
than the Gizman and the Chaizer when I lay you to rest because you
were always so selfless.You will sleep with the others along the
fence. Sister cried for you when you had left. Spiker laid next to
you to keep you warm
At the place across the rainbow bridge you can chase the squirrels
and go on the long walks that you loved so much untethered by your
leash and slow owners.
Remember me when it is my time to meet me because a truer more
patient soul and 'son' i will never know. I look forward to seeing
you again.
I love you and miss you and hope you will forgive me for all of
the times I should have done more for you.
God bless you and keep you happy and warm Corker.
We Love You,
Dad and Mom
Corky, 2000 - 03/19/2013
To Corky…
I thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
And the days before that too.
Your memory is my keepsake,
With which I’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping,
I have you in my heart.
I miss you Corky, my little Bichon, and hope to see you again some
day. I will never forget those short 5 1/2 years I had with
you. I am so glad I rescued you and had the chance to give
you all the love I could. Take care and be at peace.
Cowboy, February 21. 1996 - February
10, 2013
We loved Cowboy so much we wanted to keep him with us forever. He
will always be in our hearts.
Cricket, August 3, 2013
I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give
unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being
alive. ~Gilda Radner
Our beautiful baby Cricket died Saturday, August 3. She suffered
heart failure around 10 AM and we were left with no other choice
but to put her to sleep. Our Cricket left us peacefully at 12:15
PM.
She slept next to me that morning and, when I woke up, Fred
Friendly our kitten was cuddled up next to Cricket. She was her
same loving, happy self up until her last hours. I want to think
it is a blessing that she didn’t suffer long.
We had Cricket in our lives for only 3 years but it seems as if
she had been a part of me forever. She changed my life and opened
up a new world of so many wonderful things.
I can only offer the following in an attempt to express my
gratitude:
I will start off by thanking Fran Peavy. If she hadn’t moved to
Vintage Golden Gate I would never have had the opportunity to
experience true dog-love with my little Cricket. Thank you for
those invaluable service dog tags, Fran. I took Cricket
everywhere! She traveled in my lap on airplanes to Omaha, St.
Louis and Virginia. She sat with me in restaurants and went to
grocery stores…well you get the idea.
I would next like to thank Katherine for making it possible to
bring Cricket to work with me every day. This was such a blessing
for Cricket and myself. Vintage was her home. She knew its halls
inside and out. Even after losing most of her vision she was still
able to run the halls after hours with her ears flying back,
running at full speed like she was a puppy again. – pure joy!
Of course, this never would have worked as well as it did if it
weren’t for the compassionate front desk people: Tashema, Enida,
Maria, Jasmina and all their dog love.
Thank you kitchen staff for the never-ending supply of hot dogs
and sausages.
Thank you residents of Vintage. Who in the world ever heard of
throwing dog birthday parties? And amazing ones at that! What a
wonderful show of love.
Thank you EVERYONE at Vintage for all the pieces of cheese (Esther
☺), all the scratches behind the ears and eternally asking and
caring about Cricket’s well being.
Some of the most beautiful relationships are found in the most
unexpected places.
My heart is broken. I am so sad that she is gone but I am so
thankful that she was my girl while she was here. I am a better
person for it. I miss my little girl and will love her for the
rest of my life.
Cricket, our sweet poodle-girl. We love you forever. Mom and Dad.
(Linda and Steve).
Crickett, 4/17/2003 - 7/23/2103
Crickett, you were the truest little buddy any person could ever
have. We had 10 wonderful, fun years together and I will
cherish that time the rest of my life. You were so full of
spirit and personality the room lit up when you entered...and yes,
it was "your way or the highway" and that was just fine...I loved
you that way. The past few days you were sick, you didn't
want to be sick, but we couldn't make you well. The cancer
was too much for your little body. I never wanted to see you
suffer and thankfully you did not suffer long. I will love you and
your memory forever and the good memories will get me thru.
Cyrus Paulak, 10/30/2000 - 12/31/2013
Cyrus Murphy Flower Runt Paulak,
He had many names to different people in his life. He left us
today do to cancer, he was 13 years old and had a great life. He
made sure to show us no pain that he had and wagged his tail til
the very end. He made sure he shared his love with everyone that
passed through our doors of our home. Now our other two T.J.
and Loki will carry on his tradition. He was a great brother and
puppy to his own family. He was true example of a true border
collie. He was a faithful dog to all that he met. He loved to be
pet and if you didn't pet him, he would make do with your foot or
anything else available. Great at Frisbee and retrieving anything
you threw. He would wait by the door for his Mommy to come
home no matter how long. Now he's with his Mom (Scout) in heaven
running and playing in the green grass.
We love you and will miss you Cyrus Love Mom, Dad, T. J. and Loki
