Year
2014 Tributes
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For pet names beginning with "D".
Daisy, 12/7/03 - 1/28/14 
Miss Daisy Fay Wilson -- Mom & Dad miss you so, so much.
We miss your beautiful face and your beautiful songs -- la, la,
la. Oh, and those ears! Maddy misses you too and is very sad
you're gone. We remember when you were a tiny girl and Dad
saw you on the computer -- Dad's computer girlfriend! Then
you came to live with us and we were so lucky! You were the
happiest girl ever, always talking and singing. And a social
butterfly. Our pumpkin, it was so hard to see you so sick
and even harder to let you go. Mom and Dad's hearts were
broken. But you are all better now and playing with Rosie
and Beau at Rainbow Bridge. We will see you again soon,
angel girl.
Love you forever, your Mom & Dad XOXOXO
Daisy Mae Silva, May 8, 2006 -
December 4, 2014
My sweet love, my Daisy you were such a beautiful girl. I want to
thank you so much for opening my heart and teaching me what
unconditional love is. You were my very first baby, YOU made me a
mommy and I am so grateful for all that you have given me and our
family, you truly brought joy and laughter to all who knew you and
loved you. Whenever we are sad and feeling blue we will remember
all the wonderful memories we shared with you. Forever and always
my memory will be of you full of energy running and playing with a
big smile on your cute little face. My Daisy girl, my love, my
precious angel, as much as we know we fought hard for you, we know
you fought harder for us and we are so blessed you gave us as much
time as you possibly could and we are forever grateful for that.
This is not the end of our beautiful bond together, I will not say
good bye my friend. You are ALWAYS and FOREVER in our HEARTS
"BUBBA GIRL". We love you so much. Run free on the bridge baby and
we will see you soon.
Love,
Mommy, daddy, Lilly, Landon, Maya,
Jojo(your best pal), Mimi, Grampy,
Auntie Jenny, Uncle Brian, and
Dillon
Dakota, May 19, 2005 - December 12,
2014 
To my sweet little boy, Dakota
5/19/2005-12/12/2014
I miss you
more than words can say. For over 9 years
you were my
best friend, I was so blessed to have such
a sweet and
loving dog as you. I will never forget you
and never
stop loving you. I feel so lost without you.
I hope your
at peace, I love you with all my heart & soul
Until we
meet again...
Dakota Raine, December 25, 1999 -
November 11, 2014
My parents and I adopted Dakota Raine way back in October of 2000.
She was just 10 months old. She proved to be a pain in the butt,
but we loved her anyway. She was ornery and obstinate and so smart
she knew how to act dumb. She never had many words, but she was a
creature of habit. She barked at every blade of grass that moved,
and she ran from strangers. She slept in the bathtub, and she
liked to hide socks. She would beg for treats and act like she
hadn't eaten for days.
One of my favorite memories is when she had a tumor removed, that
night when she came home, I had her gated in the family room with
me, I was going to sleep on the couch so I'd be right there if she
needed me. I was working on my computer, and she was staring at
me, really intense. I'd given her a pain pill so I thought that
might have been part of it, but she just stared and stared and
stared. A friend I was talking to online suggested I give her a
treat. I gave her a treat, and she rolled over and went to sleep
within seconds.
She started having a hard time with her hips not long after she
turned 14, but otherwise seemed in good health. When her time
came, it happened fast, at least from my perspective, but she was
ready. When I came home from work the day we were letting her go
to the Rainbow Bridge, she greeted me at the door with a bark.
(She rarely ever greeted us at the door). hen we arrived at the
vet's office, she wanted to go to the field where she always did
her business anytime we went to the vet. She didn't do anything,
except stand there for a moment looking around. And then she
turned and led me inside. She went into the room and lay down on
the floor and waited patiently. She went to sleep surrounded by my
parents and me, plus the vet who had seen her through good times
and bad. She will live forever in our hearts.
Darby, 7/17/05 - 6/15/14
To the most beautiful dobe girl there ever was. We'll miss &
love you so much.
Delilah Starr, 1/4/05 - 11/30/14
REST IN PEACE SWEET DELILAH. YOU HAVE BEEN THE BEST DOG EVER AND
WILL ALWAYS BE LOVED AND MISSED. SUCH A SPECIAL SPIRIT. WE KNOW
YOU ARE WITH THE ANGELS.
Dexter, May 1, 2000 - June 11, 2014
Dexter always wanted to be close to me so therefore we had him
cremated so he would not have to be alone in the ground. He will
always be loved until I die and then I hope to be with him again.
Billy D. Williams
Dexter Hopper, 12/25/2004 - 04/23/2014
This is in memory of my precious boy, Dexter. Words cannot express
how much I love him and how special he is to me. I was so
lucky and so privileged to have had him. He is one of the best
things to have ever happened to me. Though I wish I could
have had him longer, and the pain is almost more than I can bare-
I am glad that he is no longer in pain in his Earthly body.
I love you my sweet boy and miss you so very much! Can't wait to
see you again some day.
Love,
Momma
Douglas Fur Spot, 2009 - 10.23.14
You were my best friend and I hope your last thought was that we
loved you to the ends of the Universe.
We first meet when you had escaped the neighbors yard, this would
become a routine of yours. Wandering in the street while your
owners were out and barking at the neighbors then returning home
was your schedule. At the time we assumed you were not a very good
dog but perhaps this was really a cry for help. Your owners had
lived there for only a few months but already they were leaving. I
was worried for you, for weeks my family had been throwing food
over the fence for you. On weekends many children would come over
to that house and they would ride you, beat you, and throw their
toys at you. Once I heard yelling from behind the fence then
moments later you squealed in pain. You were never brought inside
no matter the triple digits. What was going to happen to you when
you moved?
The neighbors had collected most of their belongings but had a few
items visible in the garage so I knew they were not done. It was
at least a week and half before they returned, all the while we
had been feeding you. I assumed they came for you. The man
collected the few items in the garage told us goodbye and he began
to drive off without you. We chased the man down who stopped for
us and when we told him he had forgotten you he replied "You want
him? Fifty dollars". I was baffled but before I could argue he got
out to grab you for himself. At this point I had decided, you were
to no longer be stuck with this inhumane family. I willfully paid
fifty dollars for you. He drove off without getting you from the
yard for us, checking to see if we were a good fit, or if you were
comfortable with the situation. My brother scooped you up in his
arms, which utterly thrilled you. My gaze panned the backyard
which was filled with chewed up bits of plastic, wood, and metal.
You must have been so hungry. There was no shade, no water, no
food, and no love.
Your first night was different. We brought you indoors. You were
nervous but dutifully pissed on the furniture. It was going to be
a long road. You were not yet an adult but no longer a pup and you
had some bad habits. The self-feeder was the worst idea for a pup
who had only known starvation, you ate that 40 pounds of food like
you were never going to be fed again, understandably.
Perhaps you recall the time you ate the side of the house. You
pulled arms out of sockets when walking and often left the yard.
It took you months to settle in, to realize you belonged, that you
were part of the family. Not everyone was thrilled with you, it
hadn't ever taken my parents months to train a pup and you seemed
to enjoy testing whether or not we truly would keep you no matter
what.
When we began moving to our new house you started to cry when you
saw us drive off with all the boxes and never again did you let
anyone drive away with moving boxes without you. On the last day
we moved you in and that was likely the first time I had seen pure
bliss in you. You showed us nothing but admiration, loyalty, love,
acceptance, thankfulness, and enthusiasm from that day forward.
When we left you home alone for hours you got into that silly
habit of tearing your beds up. You also loved to give your food up
to your slowly dying friend who you knew would pass soon but you
hoped that sparing your food could save her. She had cancer,
typical of Boxers, your naivety was precious but that was what you
were, precious. Another favorite activity of yours was riding to
work sites on the weekend with Dad. He didn't always intend to
take you but it was hard to get around you when you stood squarely
in the doorway and lightly wagged your tail.
It was September 2013 when the most painful moment of your life
came, it would test your willpower and strength in ways you hadn't
experienced before. You were out for a bathroom break late at
night when you were hit by a car. It was frightening to think of
losing you, I heard the loud shrill, the excruciating pain
emanated from the road through my window and into my heart. I ran
to you and you ran to me, broken leg and all. The ER vet that
night and our primary vet both said it was the one of the worst
breaks they had ever seen and they might have to amputate. Your
right hind-leg was broken in three places, you lost part of your
ankle but not your zest for life. I sat next to you for the next
few weeks during all my free time, you were growing depressed and
I had to convince you to eat some nights. They took your external
fixture off gradually and the last pieces came off in February
2014. By May we had already been taking short walks for a month
now and you were beginning to jog again and even hike your left
leg which pleased you greatly. When I walked out wearing my
running outfit you would begin to whine and tremble with
excitement. Till the day you left we ran every night possible, it
was my favorite thing to do also.
You inspired every person that meet you. My absolute favorite
thing to do was hide behind a corner and pop out screaming "BOO!".
Your mouth full of teeth were both the last things on our
minds, spinning your wheels in reverse on the verge of high
tailing it out of there you would realize I had gotten you good.
You would then smile real huge, lunge toward me in a full tackle
trying to land as many licks and nibbles on me as possible, your
tail moving fast as it could. If you could talk you would have
said "Oh my, you got me good man!" and proceed to laugh for hours.
Almost everyone who meet you was in disbelief to learn you were a
"pitbull" and that contrary to everything they had heard you loved
kids, strangers, and dogs. People would say "I feel completely
different about pits now", "I didn't know they were like this",
"I'm not scared of them anymore, now I understand there are
aggressive dogs not breeds" and on a lighter note comments about
you included: "He's so beautiful", "He is such a good boy",
"That's such a smart dog", "He's so good looking and sweet", or my
personal favorite "He let you dye him green? What a cool dude".
You gained love from even the most hard-headed individuals whether
it was my Father who questioned you in the beginning or pitbull
hating fanatical.
I got the response that you wouldn't be able to learn to look for
cars on the road and stop when you saw them but we proved that
notion wrong. Off leash you were amazing. You were also
great at tricks, playing dead was among your favorite as you were
extremely good at it. You were also weirdly good at soccer. It was
hilarious that when I tried to play catch it was instantaneously
turned into a game of keep away once you got the ball. I found it
quite silly that once we owned you the only noise you ever made
was to whimper with excitement. The only time I ever saw you bark
was just a few days ago, my grandma had forgotten you in the
kennel and you had been locked outside, when I peered over the
balcony and said "there's my buddy!" you barked in a sea of
squeals, precious. I ran to you, opened the gate and you tackled
me then proceeded to search for lizards.
It wasn't fair for you to have such a hard life but you never saw
it like that. You loved everyone in the family and made friends
with every creature you meet except for flies which you found
obnoxious. When I came home and you were completely paralyzed, I
instantly cried and never left your side for the next 3-4 hours,
that was when the vet administered your pain medicine and your
consciousness seemingly slipped away and they asked us to pick you
up in the morning. You were dead when I came to pick you up,
apparently you hollered in pain and subsequently you were put to
sleep. They called it spinal cord stroke. The family misses you
and loves you. As for me, I was devastated, I am, I wonder if I
will ever get over the feeling of losing you before your time, of
being cheated out of a full life span....perhaps I should be
thankful for the extra year after the accident but I am angry,
depressed, mournful, lonely, and broken.
I will love you forever and you will be missed until my
consciousness dissipates into the cosmos.
DUKE, August 15, 2001 -
June 26, 2014
The day has come were we were forced to part. My beautiful Duke,
you are forever in my heart. I prayed that this day would never
come; you will always be my beloved son.
At just 4 weeks you came to me from a litter of Labby pups. We
both knew this was our fate; it would be you and I for 12 years
great.
Man and Dog are you and I, either here on Earth or in the heavens
beyond the sky.
You would wake me when the baby would cry, for 8 years, a son we
raised together, just you and I.
We traveled 5 states in a Z/28 and did the quarter mile in 13.38.
We saw the sights, explored, smelled, tasted and ate. We walked
the Las Vegas strip on a hot summer night. We ordered room service
to our hearts delight and in true Labrador fashion; we ate and ate
and ate.
No matter how far we’d roam, I was never alone; with you by my
side I had my home. Sleepy Bear with you everywhere you'd go, you
were always pure, true and cared.
Your cousin Boomer, who went with you only days apart ascended to
heaven’s gate, together forever in spirit and heart.
My dearest friend rest in peace in the house of God. On
Rainbow Bridge we will someday unite, to be once again whole in
eternal light.
We Love you Duke, Tommy (Dad), Jaris, Uncle Dennis, Aunt
Tina, Kathi and Cousin BamBam
