First of all, thank you, Dr. Dahlgren and Emma for your loving care of our Cooper for these past months but mostly for helping him cross over at home so peacefully and beautifully. It is a gift that can never be repaid.
“This past Saturday, our beautiful golden boy, Cooper, (aka Dabbie) crossed over the rainbow bridge at home surrounded by those who loved him most and cared for him in his last difficult months.
Cooper came to us as a SEVA foster three years ago after he arrived in the United States from Turkey. He had been placed with a previous foster who could no longer care for him. Our family had just lost our boy Max, another SEVA boy, a few weeks earlier and we were not certain that we were ready for a foster or a permanent adoption so soon. Well, the rest is history. Despite numerous health issues including debilitating arthritis and being dangerously overweight, our Coop began to progress, lose weight, get healthy, and as a result, so much happier. With patience, love, time, and hard work on his part he became healthier and part of our family permanently.
Cooper loved running and exploring in Bandy Park. He loved his walks, swimming therapy, and most of all he loved eating, eating, and more eating, (which had to be strictly managed and controlled which resulted in many a “stink eye” from our boy). Coop also loved his cold laser treatments and deep massage from Emma, the wonderful therapist who treated him for the last few months. Most of all he loved his brothers Charlie and Eric and his Mama and Dad.
Cooper’s life is a testament to what love can do. Cooper’s message to all is don’t give up on us in difficult times. Stay with me, love me, care for me and I will return that love tenfold. We will miss my sweet baby but I do take comfort in the fact that his last days were filled with love and dignity as he crossed over at home in the arms of those who loved him most and cared for him best.
We will meet again sweet boy. My last words to him as I looked him in the eyes were, ‘I love you, sweet boy, run free now.”
We miss our sweet gentle Jack more than you will ever know. We are so grateful you chose us as your family. Your little sister Poppy is lost without you and are we. We hope to see you again when we cross the Rainbow Bridge ourselves one day.
8/26/15 – 6/30/22
My sweet girl, gone too soon! No longer by my side but forever in heart.
My sweet boy I hope you’re chasing tennis balls till your heart’s content and playing with Sadie and driving her nuts. I hope you have a huge room of babies to snuggle with! Love you sweet boy I will miss you but I know you’re in a better place.
My sweet Zena. We met in 2012 and man what a great 10 years we had together. You never let your past define you. You loved everyone you met and boy did you love meeting people. You especially loved the kiddos. You were such and kind and loving soul. We miss you so much mama girl. Thank you for letting me be your mom. I’ll see you again my beautiful old lady. Love you forever and always.
Yesterday, we had the kindest doctor come to our house to help our baby get the relaxation he needs. We had such a gentle and peaceful experience and we are so thankful to them. We were able to hold and love our baby within the comfort of his own home.
We love him so much and know that love is endless.
Love your Momma, G-Ma, G, PJ, Ginger, and Leo
Nube (pronounced Noobay. It means Cloud in Spanish)
I named Chewy for his love of chewing on things, not because I’m an overly obsessed Star Wars fan. He would chew on everything! Belt buckles, cabinet knobs, and the dog’s dog tags. He enjoyed the taste of metal things the most, I guess.
As the years went on, Chewy grew older and older. We guess he was around 19 years old. I would like to think I helped make the last 12 good ones. He helped me in the garden by keeping mice away. And always came in to keep guard while I took a shower. And if I needed help finding the perfect sunbeam spot in the house, he was sure to be there.
My heart is so sore with him now gone. My home is too quiet. I don’t trip nearly as much. I miss my friend. But I know he has found the peace that is without pain. For that, I’m forever thankful. Though my heart is broken, I’ll carry the memories of that little black cat with me forever.
Rest easy, baby.
Thank you Dr. Bidwell for helping our beloved Piglet cross over the rainbow bridge. We are grateful for your compassionate care. Click here to watch Piglet’s memorial video.
Lulu was a sweet and gentle giant. Her absence leaves a painful hole in my heart. I will always love and miss her.
6/30/2005 – 6/20/2021
I have lost part of my heart and soul that can never be replaced. My constant companion that gave me fulfillment when my life was at it’s worst and at it’s best. She was my person and I was hers. I hope you are running free again and have no pain. Will see you again, my love, on the other side! A void now exists in my life, but will treasure your memory forever.
And now, we have this incredible sadness… we miss you Harley and and we love you.
Saying goodbye to our sweet, loving Radar was one of the hardest things we have ever had to do. Radar was a kind soul who loved everyone he ever met. His gentle spirit and fun-loving presence will be greatly missed. Fly High Sweet Boy 💙
For almost 19 years Pepper brought us joy with his loyal companionship. He made us smile and laugh with his silly antics. We miss you sweet Pepper. Rest in peace.
Hundley chose us for his family one spring day in 2014. I took our oldest daughter, who was 6 at the time, to a pet adoption event at Petsmart “just to look.” She went straight to his cage and said, “I want this one mommy!” I looked into the kennel and saw a scruffy and sad looking lab/hound mix. I said, “Let’s keep looking honey. It says he’s 5-6 years old. Don’t you want a puppy instead?” Before we could leave, a volunteer let him out. My daughter sat down on the floor with him, and he laid his head in her lap. With all the noise of the other dogs at the event, Hundley waited there quietly, just happy to be petted and certain that he had found his forever family. “Just to look” turned into 7 years of lots of treats, belly rubs, comfy naps on beds and trips to the beach. He was the gentle companion my children loved on, and he watched them like a hawk if they were playing outside. I think we were the only people who gave him a fair shot in life. He’d never been brushed before or had a bath. I think he had scavenged for food before he ended up in a kill shelter. At some point in his early life he had been tied tightly by a rope, judging from the permanent scar around his neck. His ear was torn and he limped from an old injury. Despite all of this, he had perfect manners on the leash and was a loving soul. He demanded his breakfast and dinner loudly, right up to the end even as the oral cancer was spreading and making eating difficult. I’m so glad we didn’t pass him by that day at Petsmart. I’m so glad he somehow knew we were the people for him. Letting him go was so very hard, but we will always remember and miss him.
Sweet Brutus was my constant companion, following me up and down stairs as I did errands throughout the house, snoring loudly next to me when I worked. But if he wanted something, like a car ride or extra time outside, he made sure he got it. Every time I looked at him, he would lock eyes, and just hold it. Coming home, even if I was gone for a few seconds, I was treated to an exciting game of chase. Brutus was my dear sweet friend and I miss him so much. I love you, Brutus.
Iden came to us as an 8-week-old service dog in training from Canine Companions for Independence. As 1st-time puppy raisers we learned along with her. During her advanced training in New York, she decided she’d rather come back to us and live a life of leisure. She worked as a therapy dog for Veterans Moving Forward before retiring. Iden loved to swim, and play hide and seek and was the kindest soul we’ve ever known. She was an integral part of our family. Although we miss her, her spirit is always with us. RIP sweet girl ❤️
We said goodbye to the best girl today.
She was the most passionate fetch player, hiking companion, a chicken enthusiast, the most patient big sister to Loki (dog brother) and to Astrid (human sister) and she was our family for more than nine transformative years. Our little house has more residents than when the three of us first moved in, but it feels a little empty today. Rest In Peace Puffin .
The first day I brought Malcolm home I could already tell he was special. In less than an hour with me, he knew where he should and shouldn’t go and wanted nothing more than to be right by my side. I’ve never met a dog who loved people as much as he. Everyone he met was a new friend. He was a dog that could do anything. When I wanted to run, he ran with me. When I wanted to be lazy, he snuggled beside me. His myriad of health issues that plagued him all his life served as a template for me to care for my wife when she was diagnosed with cancer. He was my faithful companion who knew me in my teens, 20s, and 30s. He helped make me who I am today. Every single day with him was a blessing and I know for the rest of my life I will never forget the joy and love he brought to my life. I miss you already Malcolm. Thank you for every single day you gave me.
I was blessed to have Bean as my furbaby for 15 wonderful years. She was spunky, sassy, and an eternal kitten…playful, sweet, and empathetic up until the very end, continually comforting me even though she was the one needing comforting. I remember adopting her from the RSPCA as a kitten who wanted nothing to do with me and she quickly turned into the loving cat that wouldn’t leave my side. Her passing was heartbreaking but as peaceful as I could have imagined thanks to the wonderful compassion of Dr. Dahlgren, I am forever grateful her last moments were as touching as they were.
Iden II was bred and raised to be a service dog for Canine Companions for Independence. She had different plans! As her puppy raisers, she chose to live her life as our pet. Iden was later certified as a therapy dog and worked for Veterans Moving Forward.
She lived a full 14 years, enjoying chasing balls, swimming, and playing hide and go seek. She was the kindest soul I’ve ever known.
Iden left her paw print on many people’s hearts and will be missed beyond words.
We had to say goodbye to our sweet old Jules on Monday. She lived a healthy 14 years, as blissful as they get. We’ll miss her howl, her extraordinary gift for licking pots clean, her incessant shedding (maybe not). We’ll miss her unlimited affection, most of all.
Til we meet again on the rainbow bridge, Jules. The yard’s too big without you. We love you. 💔
How lucky we were to have you in our family for 16 years. May heaven have lots of sunny spots for you to curl up and take a nap. We miss you every day. Love you forever, Mi.
Our sweet Marigold…”MG” … as I planted Marigold flowers in one of our first gardens 13 years ago, you came into our life. Running around me and the flowers and the dirt was flying! You fit in immediately with your dog pack and became her dog to our little girl Vena. Memories full of your sweet nature, independent ways, and “junkyard” antics will always bring a smile to our faces and love to our hearts. Safe travels on your daily walks sweet Marigold. We will be listening for you.
French Poet Anatole France said ‘until one has loved a animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened”. My world has changed forever, There will Never be another like you my sweet 4-legged compainion Apache<3 Your dedication to me over your 13 years was truly a blessing. I will miss my garden buddy, your “voice’ always talking about something, lol, Being able to wrap my arms around your neck and telling you how much Momma loves you. A True companion in every since of the word, I believe that we will see each other again one day and play basketball once again…. Love you 4-EVER “Poot”, Momma
Run free, sweetie…til I see you again!!
He held on to the very end, walking to the door every day to greet me as I woke up in the morning and arrived from work, even though his body was slowly betraying him. He kept trying to eat even when it was hard for him, because I would kindly ask him to try to eat a little more. He was a stubborn cat and loved life. He was not a friendly cat by nature, but always knew when something was troubling me. Like when I lost my job, my business, lost my brother & other times. He was an indoor cat, but his last moments were outside in the grass where he always loved to explore, as the vet pulled up to my house. He passed peacefully & painlessly in his home, because I promised him I would never take him in a car ride again.
SOMEONE ONCE SAID that having a good dog brings you years of joy and happiness, and companionship, followed by a single day of crushing anguish and sorrow; and after that, weeks of unbearable grief and prolonged mourning.
They were right.
This is my beautiful Zoey. I miss her so much but I do have beautiful memories. It just hurts right now.
This is Ella May when she first came into my life at 5 weeks old. She was my faithful companion and protector for over 14 years. She had a big personality and was very sassy. The two things she loved most were food and her friends. She will be greatly missed.
Tyson was a great friend and family member! We miss him dearly. . . May he Rest In Peace!
We shared lots of fun and adventures. Road in carriages on horses and swam in lakes and rivers. Your body betrayed you and you had to leave. You will forever be missed my sweet Harley man.
We will love you always. Thank you for 14 awesome years. We miss you more than you will ever know. Love you forever.
After a month-long illness, my buddy Axel lost his battle due to cancer. His condition had deteriorated and greatly diminished his quality of life. I felt compelled to make the agonizing decision to put him down. Instead of taking him to the vet which would have been difficult because he could no longer jump up into the car, and not wanting to traumatize him by forcing the issue I called a mobile vet. Please know that he passed peacefully in my arms with dignity in his own home that he had happily known for almost 11 years. All of the neighbors loved him and he made friends every place he went. He will live on in my memory and in my heart forever.
Bebe was the sweetest girl, since the day she stepped into our house. The memory of her way of just flopping into my lap, like she was doing a trust fall, will forever be one of the sweetest memories. She was always kind and loving to her pet siblings, very social and trusting with humans outside of the family too. She graced us with 16 years of unconditional love and companionship, and we count ourselves incredibly lucky for it. Rest peacefully, sweet Bebe.
Piper was a loyal and loving dog. We grew up together and navigated through life together. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without him. He was home for me no matter where we went or lived.
On January 11th we said goodbye to our fur baby Alice. She was the most caring, loyal, loveable being – she touched so many peoples’ lives with her sweetness. RIP my dear baby girl. We will miss you and will love you until the day we meet again on the Rainbow Bridge. Xox ❤️🙏🌈
Rest easy, sweet Pepe. Even since we brought you home in 2006, you were the best cuddle buddy, ice cream thief, and conversation companion. We love you and miss you.
They were right.
My Lab Murphy was a good dog, and although he was occasionally strong-willed, aggravating, and stubborn as Labs are prone to be, he was always ready to please, always ready to play, or go for a walk, or go for a ride, or just be with Maggie and me. He’d lay at her feet and watch TV with us, and woe to any other dog that might appear on the screen, for he’d chase them away with a barrage of fearsome barks. If perchance you came to the house, Murph would welcome you with a wagging tail and a submissive posture, and you would swear he was smiling – happy because you were there. He loved people, but he loved Maggie most. Wherever she was, that’s where you would find Murphy.
With heavy hearts, we had to send Murphy Home today, and I felt the crushing weight of anguish and sorrow I knew would come. Cancer and edema had claimed him. Weeks before, he had part of a lung removed due to a cancerous mass, a laryngeal tie-back to relieve his labored breathing and a bone biopsy on his left hind leg that also proved to be cancerous. I wanted to believe that medical science could repair him, but they could not.
When his hind legs swelled to twice their size, the vet said his lymph nodes weren’t doing their job and recommended laser and massage therapy. I thought it would work. I wanted it to work, and I would have given anything to make it work, and for a brief time, it seemed to have the desired effect. But it was not enough, and the vet said to keep him as comfortable as possible. It was a phrase that put a dagger through my heart. It meant only one thing. There was nothing we could do for him. His lungs were taking on fluid, once more making it hard for him to breathe. The vet said he had about two weeks before he suffocated.
The selfish part of me did everything I could to keep him around. I sought out 2nd and 3rd opinions and spent whatever I had to spend in order to fix him. Why? Because he was still my dog. Still my Murphy … bright, alert, and playful at nearly fourteen years old. But his hind legs were useless, and his front legs were arthritic. He was suffering, but being a Lab, he did not show it. If they could have fixed him, I would have spent thousands more to pay for any procedure that would help him, but no amount of money could save my boy.
I finally stopped fooling myself. Murphy suffered through it all without as much as a whimper. He endured a bevy of pain, and I needed to be man enough to do the same for him. We found a vet that came to the house to euthanize him at home.
Home, where he felt loved and safe and unafraid. And I felt like Judas.
I know it was the right thing to do for him, relieve the suffering he refused to show. So why does doing the right thing hurt so damn much?
The vet took Murphy’s body with her for cremation – and I broke down.
“She has my dog,” was all I remember saying as she pulled away with Murphy. It finally hit me what I had done. Tears washed down my face, and I sought to be alone. I watched the many videos I had of Murphy—videos of when he was young, and strong … and full of life.
My God, how I miss him.