Lily of the Valley Lane

Jasmine, I miss you so much! I'm holding up to our end of the bargain... I miss you so much little one. You were such a joy in my life. I miss our talks and our walks together. Some of the greatest moments in my life. I can't wait till the day till I get to see you again, and put my face in your warm coat again babe. I'm taking care of mom and dad. You continue to take care of Lacee. I know you are watching up from above, and I hope you love the new addition. She constantly reminds me of you Jaz. Never be scared babe, I'll always be there to protect you. Love you pooh bear. Love, Aubree (Sissy)

Cody “Freckles the Pac-Man”

(from Aunt Sharon)

Cody left this life to be with his half-brother Casey (below on this page) on July 31, 2006. He had just turned 14 years old. He will be missed by his family, Donna, Bob, Amanda, Scott, his Aunt Sharon, Bobbi and Grandpa. His mommy Donna will miss seeing him sitting in his usual spot in front of the fan or following her around from room to room throughout the day. Like most Shelties, he was attached at the hip to his master. He and his brother Casey were at odds most times with each other, but we really think it was just an act. On occasion we caught Cody looking behind him and waiting for his little brother to go outside with him. Underneath that cute Cody “snarl”, I believe he really loved his brother. Cody had a near death experience just a short time ago when he snuck an apple core off the living room table. It got lodged in his throat and he was smart enough to run into the kitchen and stand in front of my sister Donna. She and Bob rushed him to a nearby vet who was not open. By then he wasn’t breathing. Bob pried open his mouth and Donna stuck her fingers down his throat and pulled the apple core out of his mouth piece by piece. Bob then performed mouth to snout resuscitation. They saved his life. So a brief window of time was given to the family by the Lord to have him a little longer. God is good. So, goodbye Cody, or as my sister affectionately called him, Cocoa. See you and Casey on that wonderful day when both of you will run to greet me out from behind the robe of Jesus.

Cody & Casey (two brothers)

This is Cody and Casey in their youth. Cody was 1½ years old and Casey was 6 months old. Now they are both together again in the arms of their Master and Maker Jesus Christ.

Casey “J&J's Midnight Star”

June 16, 1993 - July 7, 2005

Casey lost his fight for life from complications of Cushing's Disease. It's December and I'm still missing him so much. He was my baby and my best friend. I'll never forget how the Lord taught me about Himself and life through Casey. Last January when Casey lost his sight from the disease, He taught me through his blindness. He taught me how this world seems to reject the sick and the ugly (his eye was bulging and red from an ulcer). I didn't care, he was beautiful to me. The Lord taught me why he gave my Aunt Mary a vision of Himself right before she lost her sight to macular degeneration so she would have hope in her suffering. I would never have understood had my dog not gone blind. The Lord was so good to me through all of this, so close to me like the scripture, “there is a friend that sticks closer then a brother”.

I will miss that spunky little dog I affectionately called “stinky”. I will miss his “circle dance” when I was pulling out of the driveway and how he would race across the yard and jump up and attack the clothes line pole. We never quite figured that one out! I will miss his sighs and moans when he would sleep in my room at night. It is not the same anymore. I like to remember the Saturday afternoons when I would sit on the back steps with a cup of coffee and watch him prance around the yard like a show dog, his shiny black coat glistening in the sun. I used to thank the Lord for this wonderful gift He had given to me and tell Him how beautiful Casey was. That was life to me, who could ask for more. I'll miss the times he would lay his head on the bottom step while I was upstairs doing something. He would patiently wait for me to come down to give him his treats. Then once he had his treats, he would stare at me in the summer time trying to tell me he was ready to go upstairs to bed in my air-conditioned room. We had our routine. When he got sick and lost his sight, I felt like I had already lost a part of him. I could no longer look into those beautiful brown eyes and read what he was trying to tell me. Our communication became more of touch and sound. He never really adjusted to the blindness, and watching him bump into everything was heart breaking to me and my parents. The name “Casey” means “Brave”, and that's what he was through all of his suffering, which is way too much to even write down here. He was braver then anyone I know. I think I cried more this year then I have in my whole life.

Well now my baby is gone and I know the Bible says animals don't have souls, but I do believe when I see my Jesus, Casey will come running out from behind Him straight into my arms. Because that's the God I serve, a loving, compassionate God who cares about me. For in the Bible, 1 Corinthians says “However, as it is written: No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him". I will hold onto that promise. So I'll see you then my baby, on the day my Lord takes me home. I love you.

It has been three months now since we lost our Meghan. While she had lost part of her sight, part of her hearing, and had gained a bed sore on her elbow which we vigilantly changed each day for a year, it was colon cancer that finally caught up to her.

She fought to maintain composure even though she didn't feel well. However, there came a point during the cancer where we could see was suffering. It was at that point my wife and my two kids had a family conference to discuss what to do. We all reminisced about the love and carrying she had brought into our lives.

How at night she would walk down the hallway and push each our kids doors open to check on them, come to us and bark if one of their covers had come undone, how she loved to go camping with us, how she would coddle over any one that was sick in our family and so much more. She was the love of our lives. She survived her faithful mate of 13 years for 2 years. And now, together as a family we had come to the painful conclusion that it was her time to leave us. It was our duty to keep her from suffering.

In all my years as a pet owner, I thought I would never euthanize a dog. However, when it comes to a point when modern medicine can no longer keep your pet from suffering there is little one can do. I think in my life thus far the most difficult thing I have ever done is to acknowledge to our vet it was her time to go, hold her as the process went on, and finally hugging the vet at the end as we both cried for the death of our family member and the celebration of her life. Meghan, we know you are at the bridge. We know you are watching over us. We love you now more than ever. Until we meet again...

The Finlayson Family afdavis@pacbell.net

SIERRA

June 21, 1993 – September 5, 2005

Sierra, my Perfect Little Princess, Mommy loves you very, very much. You are so sweet and loving. You were always there for me and together we grieved losing our Dusty. Sweetheart, Mommy is so proud of you. Thank you for coming into my life and bringing me so much joy and happiness. We have such special memories. I miss your barks, your snorts, and touching, loving, and woodling you. You occupy so many of my thoughts.

I know that Dusty was so happy to see you and that you had a glorious reunion with lots of nuzzles and kisses. Dusty will take good care of you and you will keep him in line. I hope that God has a lot of bubble wrap, a laser dot, and that he creates a thunderstorm for you.

Princess, you were so patient with Jesse, but always let her know that you were in charge. There are constant reminders of you – Jesse’s habits that you taught her, your empty couch, and strands of your hair on my clothes, on the porch, and those caught on twigs. Sweetheart, you always gave so much and asked for so little. You were always a Perfect Little Princess. You are sadly missed. You are such a strong, courageous and intelligent little girl. Until we meet again, remember how much you are loved! We love you Princess!

Love,

Mommy, Daddy, Jesse, Gammie, Grampie, & Auntie

Bonnie left us at the age of 15 years and four months. She was euthanized Oct. 10, 2005, after a failed kidney, a tumor in her liver and other age-related problems had left her in considerable discomfort and unable to walk or eat. We remember a lot of good things about Bonnie and miss her deeply. She was a devoted friend and companion who could empathize with us when we were down.. She also had a remarkable memory and could remember the exact route of a walk last taken months earlier or people that she had not seen in years. Perhaps even toward the end she could recall better times when she was young and vibrant and eager to please.

Kay and John McLaren

We got Bailey when he was only two years old. He was a beautiful show dog. He was sable and white and since I got him from a breeder he was already trained and just the smartest, most perfect dog. I took him home that day and after following me around the house everywhere I went for two days I knew he was mine. If I went to the bathroom he went with me and wherever I went he was so close you would trip over him.

He lived to be 13 years old but got cancer when he was 12 and a half. I thought I would die. I have never been so attached to an animal before as I was to him. When I got him I thought I can't believe I could have such a beautiful dog, I am so blessed. Well it was true I was very blessed for 11 years.

We will miss you forever our precious Bailey, wait for me. Love Mom.

I let Bristol go two months ago, February, 2005, and I still have him in my mind everyday, all day. I catch myself worrying when I've been away too long that he needs me at home. I miss his coming in my room to check up on me, looking for his Bristol rub. I miss our walks together around the block.

For 14 1/2 years Bristol was my everyday companion, buddy, friend. His smooth ways and finesse were always a constant amazement. In his last days he brought grace and attention to my mother who was also dying of cancer. Bristol knew my mother needed him in her last days.

Today April 2nd 2005 we placed Sienna Magic Maxamilian to rest, it was a peaceful transition at our home. We buried him by the back door because he always wanted to be close to us. He fought valiantly against a nasal carcinoma. Born in 1997 he came to us from the center of the Universe and today he has returned. To quote..."of all the souls we have known, his was the most human".

Max, you are family, you taught us so much, and gave us such joy everyday. Things will just never be the same without you. We know you are at peace, We feel your presence all around us.

Max and Pope John Paul left earth on the same day. I am sure you are both excellent traveling companions on your way to heaven. Humanity lost a lot of loving kindness today. Bless us all.

We love you Max. You are really special. We will never forget you.

We love you Max with all our hearts.

Stan and Pam

It is just 24 hours since we found our Jasmine had passed away in her favorite place in the backyard. She was born 8-26-93, and was the smartest dog I'd ever met. Her beautiful tri-color mask, her warm personality and loyalty were overwhelming.

Saying goodbye to our best friend, and family member was one of the most difficult things we've ever had to do. We feel an emptiness in our hearts and home. She touched our lives in ways some humans could never do. "Princess" Jasmine was very important to us and will never be replaced. Jas-- Mommy, Daddy, Nessie and Paulie miss you so much already. You are always in our hearts and we love you so much.

To our angel in heaven, lots of love from a family who values everything you gave us.

Sir “Dylan” About Towne: best friend, joker, buddy, guardian angel…

We lost our beloved Dylan to cancer on 10-31-04. I can hardly take a step through my home without looking for him to follow. He was at my side every moment I was home, and every corner holds a memory. He was exceptionally smart, gentle, loving and protective. I doubt a dog will ever again inhabit such a space in my heart. Until we meet again…

Kim, Joe & Kate

We lost our dog Luna on the 10th of August to Kidney failure. Her official name was "Tara's Lady Luna" -- an appropriate name, as she truly looked like a very elegant "lady". She gave more than an abundance to each one of us--more than we could have ever imagined when we first got that little ball of fluff on that Amite farm 7 years ago.

It sounds strange to say, but Luna made us better people-- more loving, more kind, and more "still," or intuitive somehow. She could see into you and knew how you felt. She loved us and comforted us, even in her illness.

She was loyal to each one of us--a true "family" dog. She was also fun and funny! She always had a
"smile" on her face. She sat under my cutting board when I cooked dinner each night, she walked and ran with me, she sat at my feet when I worked. She comforted our older son when he was sick, and played with both he and our younger son like she would have a pup. Although she never had her own puppies, she raised and mothered our cat Michael (consequently, he is one of the kindest cats you'll ever meet) and watched over the addition of the
newest stray cat at our door, Gray.

She was a member of our family, and we'll miss her forever.

Denese, Rich, Daniel and James Vlosky.

DUSTY

January 27, 1991 – April 18, 2004

Dusty, my Perfect Little Boy, you brighten every day of my life. My Precious Baby, Mommy loves you very, very much. Everything that I did evolved around you; you always came first. You were always there for me in your gentle loving ways. Pumpkin, Mommy is so proud of you. Thank you for coming into my life and bringing me so much joy and happiness. We have such special memories. I miss you barks, your sighs, and touching, loving, and woodling you. Baby, I think of you always, as I did when you were here.

There are constant reminders of you – Sierra’s habits that you taught her, your frisbee & bed, your nose prints on the Jeep windows & storm doors, and strands of your hair on my clothes, in the Jeep, and those caught on twigs. You are sadly missed. You are such a sweet and intelligent little boy. Until we meet again, remember how much you are loved! We love you Sweet Pea!

Love,

Mommy, Daddy, Sierra, Gammie, Grampie, & Auntie

Our dog Cheyanne

Our special puppy was not the youngest puppy. She was the sweetest little doggie ever. She has joined her daddy Rusty in that big park in the sky, We will miss her forever and never forget her.

WE LOST OUR PRECIOUS LITTLE "FOXY", A DARLING LITTLE TRI GIRL ON MAY7th 2003 OF LIVER CANCER. SHE WAS 15 1/2 YEARS OLD. SHE WAS MY LITTLE PET THERAPY DOG THAT LITE UP THE FACES OF MANY PATIENTS THRU THE YEARS. SHE GAVE PURE SWEETNESS AND JOY! I SHALL MISS HER SWEET LITTLE FACE AND HER ENDLESS CURIOSITY. RUN FREE WITH YOUR SISSY, WHO HAS SINCE JOINED YOU. BE WAITING ON US "GIRLS"!!

"OUR LITTLE FOX"

OCT '88- MAY '03

LOVE MOM & DAD

WE LOST OUR SWEET SABLE GIRL "TANGY" AT AGE 14 ON FEB, 21st 2004. WE SENT HER TO THE
RAINBOW BRIDGE TO BE FREE OF THE CRIPPLING DISEASE THAT CONSUMED HER. I SHALL MISS HER BEAUTIFUL FACE AND HER SWEET KISSES UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN! RUN FREE SWEETHEART!

"HAPPINESS IS!"
OUR "TANGY" GIRL
WAITING FOR HER BELLY RUB!

DEC. 89-FEB.04.

LOVE, DAD & MOM

Chalupa was a bi black with a one of a kind personality. She was a true companion, playmate, and a
loving friend. She was much too great just to be referred to as a dog. And I know she is constantly with me in my heart and will continue to live on in my memories & dreams.

Missing you always, Pat

September The Executive

"Squire"

8/7/90 to 9/19/99

Squire was the light of each day for me. I never realized until he was gone how much of my thoughts and actions he occupied. He was in my first thoughts in the morning and the last ones at night. It is so hard missing him. A morsel of food left on a plate that he would have loved, the places he liked to lay, the thought of his head in my lap asking for attention, a tuft of his hair caught on a bush --- so many things constantly bring him to my mind. His little heart was bigger than his whole body. I look at his beautiful pictures and think of him with love.

Good bye my sweet boy! We will meet you at the Rainbow Bridge.

Joy Good

Mazie

August 16,1997-October 11,2003