Picture of Chloe my exceptional friend.
She walked on a leash with her thick striped tail straight in the air--always with great dignity. Opened doors using the doorknob, played patty cake with children, listen to people's conversation as if she understood every word, and loved to lay on the patio chaise watching the birds between naps, but came inside immediately when I pecked on the window.
Always an exceptional companion and forever missed.
In loving memory of our sweet girl, Coco Bruner. You were a great sissy to Bailey, Pepper, Boots and JD. Even though Coco was in charge she always let Bailey think she was the boss. She was an excellent swimmer and all around sports girl. She was a Daddy’s girl but also loved her Mommy too. Rest In Peace sweet girl.
We said goodbye to our 'Big Beautiful Boy' today. Cooper, aka Coopie, was 12 years old. The past few years he lost his hearing and shortly after, his sight. Even though he couldn't see he made sure that each day he would continue to make his rounds and check that his yard was secure and nothing was out of place. Coopie also put himself in charge of farming our tomatoes. He was the first to taste test the newest crop and continued his inventory check the entire growing season. He would come in from his stroll smelling like tomato vines having the tell tale signs of green tomato dust all over his face. We made sure he had plenty of ripe tomatoes in his food bowl these last few days. When he was a puppy he was invited to a 3 year old's birthday party....we weren't....just Coopie. My father taught him how fun ice cubes can be when they drop to the floor from the ice maker. Cooper in turn taught Harley the wonders of ice and so she has passed the tradition on to Baxter. Hug your fur babies a little tighter and love them like there's no tomorrow because one day that tomorrow will come. We love you Coopie. You will always be our good boy!
Cosmo was a very cool, laid back Bulldog. Nothing bothered him and he loved everyone he met including other dogs & cats. He was our big boy and we will miss him laying in his bed with his tongue sticking out of his mouth, snoring away. His favorite thing, (besides coming to the Vet), was sitting on the couch with Mom & Dad watching TV. He loved laying down with his head on the arm of the couch, chewing his chew-bone, and then falling asleep. He was always a good boy and never was a bit of trouble. We will miss him looking up at us at supper-time with that beautiful blue eye. He was so handsome. We know he's in heaven, happy, & snoring on a couch with his brothers & sister Winston, Spike, Dexter, & Daisy. We'll see you again big boy, and Mommy will give you all the yummies you can eat. Love & miss you!!! XOXOXO.
Cutey-Pie, or simply Cutey is my most precious baby out of all my three rescued cats. Cutey is not a pet to me, but a very important ‘part of me’ as I am to him. He nearly always waited on the windowsill for my return from work and greeted me promptly as I stepped into the doorway. He often grabbed my arm like a pillow at night when he would get ready to sleep. After securing his ‘pillow’ Cutey would always let out a sigh of serenity before resting his eyes. He loved to snuggle up against my legs or rest on my stomach (his waterbed) when I would sit down to watch TV. I named him Cutey because he was so cute when I first met him as a few weeks old kitten. Although he grew up, he still retained that cuteness of a kitten in his face and demeanor. Even though he is no longer with me, his presence will always be felt. I lost my oldest baby (cat) Sweety over three years ago to tissue cancer. I know that Sweety and Cutey will keep each other company until the day I join them, along with my last surviving kitty, Junior.
Daisy was a sweetheart; she was often comical; and she was a good companion; and she was my best friend. We went for many walks, read many books and watched many movies together. The original name for the Dachshund was Dachs Krieger which means Badger Warrior. Daisy truly was a warrior; fearless and ferocious in battle; and very protective of her home and family. After living with us for a week, she taught a Great Dane some manners. And several weeks later, she jumped a Raccoon and chased him out of her yard! She began her greatest battle on February 15th. Her foe was the Grim Reaper. Daisy was also a lady. And, as everyone knows, a well-dressed lady Dachshund wears a collar. Wearing the collar was important to Daisy. Every time I finished giving her a bath, she would stand by her collar and wait patiently for me to place it around her neck. And, if I took too long, she would bark at me as though to say, Hurry up! Her collar became soiled when her battle with the Reaper began. I purchased a new collar for her and looked forward to giving it to her when, hopefully, she returned home on the 18th. Daisy fought courageously for three days until she passed away in her sleep on the evening of the 17th. She did return home on the 18th, but it was a sad day because Daisy had returned home to be laid to rest. Daisy will be a properly dressed lady Dachshund when she enters Heaven and stands proudly before her Maker because I placed the new collar on her prior to the funeral.
Our sweet Dodger was a loyal companion and playful family member for 18 years. He always made us happy with his energetic and funny personality. Losing him has left a void in our family, but we are faithful he is running and “dodging” around with his companion Joey, who passed before him. Rest sweet Dodger. You will always be in our hearts.
5/10/98-1/20/11~Else is a retired racing Greyhound that was adopted when she was 3 years old and returned to the Greyhound group when she was 10 years old due to no fault of her own. In the fall of 2008 my husband and I bought our house and we wanted to add a third Greyhound. We chose to adopt a senior because they are the most difficult to place into adoptive homes. Since we are volunteers with the local Greyhound group we got to meet some of the available seniors and we took our other 2 Greyhounds to meet the potential new hound too. Else immediately began socializing with our other 2 Greyhounds and they all seemed to get along great. I asked to see 1 more Greyhound before making our final decision on which hound to take home and Else came right up to me and licked my face as if she was saying Please take me home. I may be a senior with not too many more years left but I promise to love you, be your companion and show you how greytful I am during the years I have left. We took her home to foster her and we signed the adoption papers 2 weeks later. Else was only with us for just over 2 years but the love she gave our family was worth a lifetime. It is comforting to know Else spent her golden years loved, spoiled, pampered and surrounded by family and love just the way I hope to be when I am in my senior years. When the time is right and we are ready to adopt another dog we will certainly open our home up to another senior again. We love you and miss you our sweet Else. RUN LIKE THE WIND!!
-Geri, Brian and Noelle
In July of 2003, a vendor stopped by my desk with a cardboard box. He opened the box lid to show me two kittens and said that he was on the way to the Houston SPCA to drop them off. He found the kittens in the box under a pile of tires in a vacant lot where someone had left them to die. I begged him to take them home and not take them to the SPCA, He said his dogs would attack the kittens and kill them. I took Elvira and her brother, Bass, home that evening with intentions of fostering them until I could find a permanent home for them. Well, they never left and became part of our family. Elvira was terrified the day I took her home....not a peep from her the whole ride home. Little did we know she would become such a talker. Our dogs took them in and loved them as members of their pack. Elvira always waited for me on the bathroom cabinet for me to come out of the shower and give her a bath with my wet hands. This continued until the day she became ill and left us. She was a lover. Our pet sitters are in mourning with us because they became so attached to Elvira. They called her ‘The Stalker’. From the moment they walked in the door, she was on their heels telling them all about the days events. We had to make the decision to not let her suffer on November 11, 2015. I miss my little girl that would lay on my back and pull my hair at night. She is missed by all of her family, including the dogs and cat who are still looking for her. We love you, Elvira, and will see you soon when we cross that Rainbow Bridge. I am sure Molly, Little Bit, and Bass were there to greet you.
Felecia Lemmons and Kathryn Hall
From 6 weeks to 12 years, Emma was a gentle soul who loved me unconditionally. She was the pup who healed my heart and my constant companion. Always sweet, always kind and always ready to chase a ball. She was a therapy dog without knowing it and sought out those who hurt, gently pressing her little body to their leg or foot and staying until their spirits lifted. She is irreplaceable. We will truly miss you sweet Emma girl.
Sheerah, Mario & Juliette Flores
