Oatmeal, you were the second half of my life. I will miss every
moment with you. Your sweet soft almost there meow. Your beautiful
colors. Your special beige foot.
I love you with all my heart and soul.
Love your mommy.
Officer Doc,
1989 - 09/10/21
Dearest Officer Doc, I first saw you leading the Thanksgiving
parade years ago with your officer. You were prancing proudly and
he was carrying a flag. Then ,one time I went to see a
demonstration showing how mounted horses were trained and I got to
tour the barn. You were in there. I first met you in person at the
horse rescue, right at the time your beloved officer was killed.
You had retired there and I heard he always visited you.I sure
wish I had known him too. I was struck by your beauty,
gentleness, and intelligence. I felt a special connection with you
when I offered you Reiki and you touched first one hand and then
the other. After I retired, I asked if I could be your groom at
the Rescue. It was a dream come true when a nice lady taught me
more about caring for you, how to groom you, how to put a blanket
on, walk and stop you, take you out of a stall.. and how to rehab
you to help your arthritis. She kidded me that you would teach me
not the other way around because you already knew how to do
everything. After my hip fracture, I couldn't go see you for
four months. You helped motivate me to try to keep improving so I
could go visit with you and groom you again. At first, you didn't
recognize me, but in a couple months I believe you did, especially
the day I hugged you and you put your head over my shoulder. I
grew to love you Doc, even though you weren't really my horse. You
belonged to the rescue and your bond was always with your 12
year partner for sure. I know that you are in heaven with Sgt. Lee
again but I miss you dearly. You were such a blessing in my life
and even though I will never truly have a horse of my own, thank
you for being my horse these past couple of years. I am grateful
for our connection. I believe that love lasts forever and that one
day, even though you will be with your beloved officer, I will be
able to visit with you and hug you again in heaven. Thank you my
dear friend for trying to teach me not to sweat the small stuff ,
to stay calm and peaceful , to persevere even when the days are
rough, to be kind to others. I will always keep you safe in my
heart even though I couldn't help you at the end. I will always be
able to see and remember your beautiful face gazing at me and how
it felt to hug you and feel the warmth of your body, so strong,
steady and at peace. Run free sweet boy, healthy and whole again
and enjoy the beauty of heaven with Sgt. Lee till we meet again.
Olive J.
Pickles, 12/6/2006 - 2/16/2021
Beloved companion Olive J. Pickles left this earth on February 16,
2021. She was 14 years old.
Olive had the quietest meow, often times so quiet it was silent —
just her mouth moving in meow formation with no sound coming out.
But her purr was loud like a motorcycle engine. She was sweet and
silly and loved rubs on her ample belly, which she would demand by
flopping down on her side or back and stretching out her arm.
Abandoned in a dumpster in Brooklyn, New York, Olive's original
name was Jessica (which is where she got the "J." as a middle
initial). Her human was looking to adopt an older cat from the
local shelter in Manhattan, but when she walked by little kitten
Olive's kennel, Olive thrust both arms through the grate and
started meowing at her to take her home. It was love at first
sight.
Olive was a loyal companion through some of her human's darkest
times, always providing unconditional love and affection when
there seemed to be a shortage in the world. She was a fantastic
travel companion on the drive from New York to Seattle, sitting on
top of her kennel and taking in the view from the backseat. She
won over everyone she met along the way — even those who weren't
cat lovers — with her sweet and gentle nature.
While her absence leaves an unfillable void, those who loved her
are endlessly grateful and blessed to have experienced her pure,
profound joy.
Otis, 2009 -
10/29/2021
In the fall of 2009 while walking home from work, still grieving
the recent loss of a pet, a giant handsome tabby cat jumped in
front of Emma and demanded to be carried home. Otis made every
place his home immediately, surveying his land and finding the
highest or warmest place to rest.
Otis’s love had to be earned, he was standoffish or aggressive to
anyone he didn’t get to know or who he didn’t feel respected his
personal space. Over 12 years he gave his full trust only to Emma,
Craig, and the one random heater repair man who came one
afternoon. To those he loved Otis was a pure lap cat, the best and
furriest alarm clock, and an endless source of joy. He strutted
through his life knowing he was the biggest handsomest tabby
anyone had seen, and as the most dog like feline possible he
lavished attention on his people, following them from room to room
and always being center of attention.
Otis was a gentle soul who always knew just some extra cuddles
were needed, or when an alarm clock had been ignored. His favorite
foods were anything other than his prescription diet &
imported Japanese treats. His favorite toy was a catnip wine
bottle, his favorite pillow a velvet tuffet fit for a king. He is
and will be deeply missed
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