Year
2014 Tributes
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For pet names beginning with "A".
Abbey, Rescued/Adopted 2000 - June 28,
2014 
Has lung cancer....about 15 years old...Burial Monday June
30, 2014..
Heartbroken....I will miss her desperately....This is going to
take a long time to get over...
ABBEY ROSE, 8/4/2010 - 7/30/14
I just lost my beautiful little angel Abbey Rose, my Lilac Point
Snowshoe Siamese baby, to a toxic plant she ingested accidentally,
an oriental lily. Just shy of her 4-year birthday, she was a
skiddish little girl, but when she came out of her shell, she was
as playful as any other kitty is. Her siblings, Toby, Lily and
Bubba, still look around the house for her, wondering where she
is. Since I believe her happiest days on this earth were with me
and her siblings in this home, I hope her spirit is here with us.
I talked with each of my other cats about what happened to her. I
hope they understand. I miss her so much. Sometimes I think I can
hear her collar bell around my home, and I could've sworn I heard
her deep meow yesterday morning. Maybe I'm hearing things and wish
she was still with us. I want you all to know ahead of time that I
appreciate all the support during this time. It's very hard for
me. Everything I see just reminds me of my little bundle of joy.
She was my little girl. The youngest of the four cats I have. I
miss her terribly. I might be a little biased and I apologize, but
I think my baby was the most beautiful of all Siamese kitties.
Thank you for allowing me to post this little tribute to her.
Abby, January 31, 1999 - December 25,
2014
My Abby gave so much more than he took...he was diagnosed with
cancer in late August, we went through so much to try to save his
life...leg amputation that was infected and required 2 procedures
to correct along with antibiotics. We consulted with an
oncologist but decided to I try homeopathy which I think extended
Abby's life for several months. I feel Abby's illness started with
a bout of colitis from a treat from Nature's Variety - can't prove
it but it seemed to set off his decline in health.
I have to say that the comfort and joy and protection that
Abby brought to my life ...I just did not fully appreciate
that...I took it for granted until he became ill. Abby was a
beautiful male coton de tulear. For me, it was love at first
sight. We had an incredible bond that death can not
destroy. I love my Abby with all my heart and
soul. I pleaded with Jesus to let me keep him with me...We
have another Coton but I do not have a special bond with that dog
who is quite cute. There was just something about Abby that
was so special and irreplaceable. When I was upset about my
life as a special needs parent, I would hug Abby and my
distress just melted away...it was like a connection to heaven...
a special peace that knows no bounds.
When we love so deeply, it is easy to forget that with love must
come loss...I am grateful for the compassionate care Abby received
from vet, Jennifer Brown, on the last day of his life. Thank
you...I am forever grateful for your compassion
Abby, August 9, 2002 - October 26,
2013
On Labor Day weekend in 2002 (probably September 1), a
couple stopped by the Yuma Humane Society where I had just been
brought. They were just “looking “ at the cats. At that time I
was very small and gray in color. I heard Humane Society people
tell the couple I was 6 weeks old, but I knew better. After
seeing both of them look at me, I knew they would not be leaving
without me. I found out that their names were Roger and Pat. I
adopted them and they became Mom and Dad. From that day on, I
was one of the family.
When we got to their home, I was surprised to find there was
already another cat there. I later found out her name was
Tigger, she was spoiled, and the last thing she wanted was a new
kitten. Her nose was out of joint for about 4 months. I was
“quarantined” in the bathroom for the first week or so until
they took me to the vet for a checkup.
It took them a while to come up with a name for me. Mom came up
with the name Abby. Once she told Dad, he thought it was a great
name so that’s when I became “Abby”. I was very small, very
gray, and had a stubby tail that they kept making fun of. I
showed them when it grew out to be really long and fluffy!
On my first visit to my new vet, Dr. Cheryl Haugo, she told Mom
and Dad that the Humane Society was mistaken about my age. Dr.
Haugo said I was maybe 3 weeks old when they adopted me, not 6.
I already knew that.
During the first nights (after quarantine), I crawled between
Mom and Dad’s pillows at night (That was Tigger’s spot, but
since Tigger’s nose was out of joint and she wasn’t coming to
bed, I took advantage of it!). In those days, I had a habit of
sucking my rear paw (gimme a break, I was only 3 weeks old). I
guess I was a bit noisy and would wake them up. I heard them
joking in private about me being their little Paw Sucker. I
didn’t mind.
I loved to “run” everywhere. I also loved to watch the bathtub
water. One evening when Mom was rinsing out the tub, I came
racing into the bathroom and leaped onto the edge. I misjudged a
bit and ended up going into the tub. Although there was no water
in the tub, it was wet, and there I was – on my belly, legs
outstretched and sliding all around that tub.
It seemed like I was always hungry. After getting ready for
work, Mom would go out and fill our food bowls. I was usually
still in the bathroom on the vanity, but as soon as I heard that
food being poured into those bowls, I would race out there so I
could chow down!
When I was very young, I loved going to the vet. I was quite the
little princess. Everyone in the office came by to see me and
“ooh” and “ahh” over me. I loved it! During one visit, when one
of the assistants was going to take my temperature, the
assistant somehow hurt me. I jumped about 2 feet and then jumped
off the table and under a chair. Ever since that visit, I HATED
going to the vet. Mom said I made sounds she had never heard a
cat make before. I was very defensive with anyone who tried to
touch me – even Mom and Dad. After that visit, taking my
temperature was almost impossible. During one visit Dr. Haugo
commented on taking my temperature, “You pick you fights, and
taking her temperature is not one we need to pick today.” It was
around this time that the vet nicknamed me “Crabby Abby”.
As I grew, Tigger and I became “playmates” (I guess you can call
it that – sometimes she played kind of rough), but I always knew
my place and would roll over on my back to surrender when I felt
it was necessary (seems like that was quite often). I must say I
did enjoy surprising Tigger every once in a while. I also really
enjoyed stealing treats from Tigger. When Mom or Dad gave us
some treats, I gobbled mine up fast and went over to see what
Tigger had left. Since Tigger was so slow about eating, she was
usually still on her first treat. I would reach my paw in there
and pull one over, gobble it up, and go in for another. Every
once in a while Tigger didn’t want to share and she would pop me
on the head with her paw. I would then wait patiently until she
was done and lick up any leftovers. Sometimes Tigger would just
sit there by her treats and make me wait (she was ornery like
that sometimes).
Dad built us a tall cat stand in the bedroom for us. I loved to
play on it and would lay on it for hours. During the first year,
when Mom or Dad came into the room, I couldn’t see them too good
and would have to roll my head around trying to get a good focus
on them. Later, Dr. Haugo told them I had some kind of build-up
on my eyes (I don’t remember exactly what she said), but it was
like I was looking at the world through dirty glasses.
I admit it. Sometimes I wasn’t too coordinated. One morning when
I was about 4 yrs old, I was running to the kitchen from the
bedroom, I ran through the hallway, through the living room and
headed into the kitchen. I misjudged the doorway and hit the
wall. Darn, that hurt! I went into the family room, gave a
little cry, then made my way back to the bedroom and laid on the
cat stand the rest of the day. Later that day, Mom and Dad found
out that one of my upper teeth had punctured my upper lip and my
lip was still hooked on the tooth. There was no way they could
remove it, so off to the vet we went. Dr. Haugo wasn’t there and
another vet (Dr. Jill something) saw me. After the vet and the
assistant decided whose job it was to get me out of my Sherpa,
the vet came in with welding gloves on to assess the situation.
They took me to the back, sedated me, and removed my lip off the
tooth. I let them know I wasn’t totally out – I growled at them
the entire time.
I loved Christmas! I loved all the Christmas decorations. When I
was younger, I would climb the Christmas tree as Mom put it
together. It was fun watching Mom unpacked the decorations.
Tigger and I would climb on and in the boxes. Afterwards, I
would lay under the tree with my red, white, and green worm
mouse (Weird looking toy, but I liked it!).
I was always a shy cat, and I definitely knew my place around
Tigger. I don’t think I was “afraid” of her, but I knew better
than to push her. She intimidated the heck out of me.
In 2011 we all moved from Arizona to Kansas. I wasn’t crazy
about the move, but I think I handled it pretty well. I did have
some anxiety about the new house. It was a lot bigger than we
had before, but I eventually adjusted and it felt like home.
I always liked Mom or Dad to pick me up and cuddle for a bit,
but I was also ready to be put down. I especially enjoyed laying
on the newspaper when Dad was trying to read it. I also really
liked crawling under the sheets when Mom was making the bed. I
would lay on my back, stick all four feet up – making a tent –
and Mom and I would play.
In August 2013 Mom and Dad went on a cruise to Alaska. I hadn’t
been feeling well but didn’t let them know. Michael was checking
in on Tigger and me, but we’d run and hide when he came over, so
he didn’t see much of us. At any rate, I became sicker and
sicker. By the time they got back from the cruise, I had lost
about 4 lbs. As soon as they got home, they realized I wasn’t
well and off to see Dr. Albertson (my new vet) we went. By this
time I had jaundice and wasn’t eating. Dr. Albertson ran a blood
test, and said I probably had hepatic lipidosis, but it could be
more serious, too. The important thing was that that I needed to
start eating. Mom starting feeding me special food with a
syringe 4-5 times a day but I still didn’t gain any weight. Dr.
Albertson recommended additional tests to determine what was
going on and suggested I see a specialist. Everyone realized it
was something more serious because Crabby Abby would just lay
there and let them examine me. It was off the Kansas State
University Vet Clinic. On October 2nd, I was admitted to the ICU
at K-State and tests were run. Dr. Patterson did an ultrasound
of my liver, a bone marrow biopsy, and more blood tests. It was
determined that I had the big “C” (bone marrow cancer). Not good
news, but I was feeling better after the IV of fluids, and they
put me on some new medicine. I sure hated taking the medicine.
On October 3rd, Mom and Dad picked me up and took me back home.
I did feel better but I was losing my energy and having trouble
walking. I didn’t need to walk much because Mom or Dad would
either be holding me or would carry me. I liked laying on their
chest and resting. By now I was down to about half of my
original weight. Life wasn’t much fun anymore.
During October, I had my good days and bad days. Later in
the month the bad days were far outnumbering the good. I
think on October 25th we all realized something had to
change. On October 26th Dr. Albertson and his assistant
Ally came to the house. I thought, this is odd, a house
call?
I always thought Mom and Dad felt I was special, but after the
last three months, I knew it. My fur was wet more than
once from all their tears. As Mom and Dad comforted me, I
quickly went to sleep.
Alana, Monday August 11, 2014
Alana has gone to be with her friend and my first poodle
Toby after a little rest. She put up with me administering
medication for kidney failure and I am not sure if it was for me
or her.
She was a devoted friend and companion. While not a lap cat, she
was very affectionate and sweet. She was a rescue cat and I had
her for eleven years. She died younger than most of my animals,
but I was assured it was her time. The vet was so compassionate
and caring. I left after she was under and did not have to see
her pass.
She let me know it was time, when she stopped eating on
Monday. She could still run and jump a little, but nothing could
tempt her to eat. I will miss by baby and I know she will be
thrilled to see her playmate and friend Toby, who passed in
2010.
Here she is when she was healthy and deemed too fat by one vet.
To me she looks wonderful. I alternate between being sad and
relieved that she no longer is ill.
Alfie, 09/02/2011 - 05/10/2014
Tragically without warning you were taken from us. A beautiful
sunny day that was to be full of adventure was to instead end in
tragedy. You are now together again with your soulmate Jinky,
running free at the Rainbow Bridge. So young and full of mischief.
So loved and so very much missed. Till the day we are all together
yous two boys run free and look after each other.
Lots and lots of Love Always
Mum and Dad XXXXXX
Amber, 07/08/14
I miss my little girl and her puppy kisses. How she made me laugh
at the things she would do. No more taking you up the dog park to
kick the ball around. Rest in peace now and hope to see you again
Amber, 10/27/12 - 3/7/13 
my baby serval ( amber) went to the rainbow bridge 3/7/13 at
9:45am 2 seizures,2 one and she can't stand up!she can still feel
and move her feet& legs, but can't stand their was a
vertebrata in her neck 1 vertebrata up higher then all the
rest,pushing ageist a nerve or already damaged beyond repair? she
was only 17 weeks old, this morning she refused to eat or drink
even for me, they said she was to weak to survive surgery, and
without the surgery she was slowly dieing , she couldn't go to the
bathroom on her own,this morning i took some chicken to the vets
to try again to feed her she licked a little on it then turned her
head away,i put it up to her mouth again and she took her paw and
pushed it away,the whole time it looked like she had electricity
running though her front of her body shocking her every couple of
secs,it was a vertebra out of a lineament it's pushing ageist a
nerve or already damaged it?be on repire, she was born with. if
she would have eat for me i would have tried taking her home
feeding her get up her strength , auburn ,al said they would try
to do the surgery, but they wanted half money up front , and if
she died they still get full pay, 5,000 to 7,000 dollars, but she
wouldn't eat,she had give up and i couldn't make her understand
that we could help her,if she had been older and we had been
bonded longer maybe i could have made her understand,if she would
have ,maybe ,maybe,maybe.20/20/ hind ,i couldn't make the
decision,i wanted to take her home,to try to nurse her at home and
get her strength back then maybe surgery?.hubby said no, that she
was not eating ,can't go to bathroom with out help.and he couldn't
stand to watch her like that, he made the decision,he ask me if i
wanted to go to the car,i said no if it had to be like this i
wanted to hold her and i did she went to sleep in my arms, i know
one thing when i get another baby it's going to have pet insurance
,i looked into it for amber then forgot about it not again.in fact
i think i'll put it on all the animals.yea i know still wouldn't
have done that much good if she still wouldn't eat, but it would
have made me feel better.i'm hurting,so is both cats and my
husband,she use to head butt him and rub her head all over his,
she wouldn't do me that way but she sleep with me.and love on me.
i'm sorry this is so long, thank you for reading, i'm hurting
,feeling guilty, i should have fought my husband to at least try
the surgery even if she did die.i wouldn't feel as guilty?and
hurting,i'm sorry we didn't more time together, i will see you
again i promise amber i promise amber. __._,_.___return to top
17 weeks old and no older my little amber baby.
yes i was just 17 weeks old but i had some good times too.
March 9th 2013 3:19 pm
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i remember my mommy, so warm and the wet kiss's ,being a serval
they took me away from mommy before i opened my eyes so i would
imprint on people, so my 2nd mommy was a 2 leg, she bottle feed me
warm milk and give me warm baths,i love the water,when i opened my
eyes i got to see her, 2 legs a funny looking,i got to see my
bruders,when we got where we could walk or wobble,we started
attacking each other and chase one another around the living
room,i only stop long enough to peddle, but i would get the 2 leg
mommy upset , she'd put a pad on the peddle the put it for us to
find it, where like so it's dirty,this went on for a while finely
she started putting down clean pads, i thought ok i can do that,
so i would use the clean ones ,and wait for her to pick them up,i
was funny but i got her trained, then a strange 2 leg come over a
took 1 of my bruders ,then 2 strange legs come over and they take
me, bye mommy, now i have my permanent 2leg mommy and 2 leg daddy,
ant never had daddy before 2 leg or 4 leg, i wonder wait you do
with them.anyway we get home , and i get to meet the 2 cats
already there, both hssss at me what did i do.i'm left by myself i
look around and find some toys,and start playing, my 2 leg mommy
puts pads down oh boy i/m gona have to train her,she fixs me some
food, and one of the resident cats show up, i think this ones
named ginger says shes jungle cat and pixiebob, what ever that
is,will see how tuff she is when i get though eating, she comes
over like she wants a bit of my food i hssss at her she backs off,
after eating i gt to water bowl and it's bubbling up from the
center all right ,i stick my paws all the way up to elbows, this
is fun,i make a big mess but mommy don't look mad, i run off
playing with ginger we get pretty ruff sometimes well go rolling
across the floor and she has a spray bottle of water we get to
ruff she'll spray us don't bother me does ginger, the other
resident is a old lady named bobbie and is a manx and don't have a
tail! not the sign of one,i wonder if someone bit it off?,anyway
she won't play just hssss all the time,at bedtime mommy picks up
all my toys i like and puts them on the bed on my side of the bed,
then we go to sleep and before she gets up and daddy comes to bed
i take all the toys and put them on the floor next to the
bed,after i get my nap out i go in living room play with daddy for
a while, then mommy gets up daddy go's to bed mommy stays up with
me and ginger,bobbie, and we play, with ginger in water so i had
fun to, even if it was short.i will see you again mommy and daddy
over the the rainbow bridge.i'll be waiting for you
i love you amber!
Angel, April 10,1996 - April 11,2014
This beautiful, loving, loyal, awesome Border Collie named "Angel"
was the best friend I ever had. She loved her hot turkey and
cheese sandwich cut into bite size pieces every night, she lived a
wonderful 18 years in our home with us. She was completely deaf,
cataracts had almost taken her sight but her will to live kept
this sweet girl going. she had trouble getting up so we would help
her. She was the best friend, confidaunt, most loved member of our
family. We so miss her. My life will forever be changed with the
loss of my Big Sweet Girl. I love you my Dear Friend, Roses on
your pillow & the wind beneath your wings...Fly High My Baby
Girl
Angel, 5/14/1999 - 2/13/2014
Sweet "Angie", you were my little rat catcher and wonderful little
critter hunter. I miss your nosing around the yard, always
interested, always alert, even when you were in declining health.
I smile when I remember all those instances when you didn't want
to come in and you just stared at me from across the yard, with
one ear cocked, than went on your merry way in the opposite
direction. You were such a beautiful little girl despite your
tumors and arthritis. I almost thought you would live forever,
although I knew that wasn't possible. Thank you for letting me
care for you for the last two years; I was privileged to be your
guardian. I love you and miss you with all my heart. I can find
some comfort in knowing you are no longer in pain and are running
free and whole once again. I will see you again someday little
one. xoxoxox
Annabelle, 3/20/14
She began life thrown away in a ditch with other puppies, she was
the only survivor
I brought her into our home and she loved and
protected us and our home every second of every day.
Her favorite things. In life were going to the park, swimming in
the pool and lighting a fire in the fireplace. We loved her
so much and will miss her forever.
May she rest in piece and forever may she be chasing her ball and
swimming.
Apple Jacke. My wittle
her., 09-21-97 - 03-21-14
My AJ. My wittler her. We let me be there for your
birth and allowed me to be with you at your death. You
have given me the best 17.5 years of my life. You have
gotten me thru so much in my life. You have made me
the happiest person. From the time you were born I made you
mine, you made me yours. You had given me all of your love.
I never put you don't I carried you every where I went with a
blanket and a diaper bad. You were not allowed to lay on the
floor. Only in my lap or next to me. Oh
how I miss the feeling of you next to any part of
me. You were the most behaved puppy I have ever
seen. You trained very easy. Except for the
cage. I hated it too. Only time you went in it
if I put it on the couch next to me. I miss you so
much it's hard to breathe. I still see you here with
me. Feel you and talk to you. Brie misses misses you
all the time. She doesn't want to go on our walks with out
you. Her. You grew up in to the cutest like
puppy. Tiny for years. You never laid your ears the
right way until your first Xmas Xmas eve
you had one good ear and Xmas day you have me two good ears as my
present. THE BEST
Arnie, 31/12/2004 - 22/10/2014
Arnie, I miss you so much, it is so sad you became unwell
and had to be put to sleep, I am so sad, you were the greatest dog
so clever, and you don't know how much you helped me, with your
love in passed times when I was so sad. I will treasure
every walk we ever went on, every day they were so special. Coming
home is horrible now with out you to greet me at the dog. I love
you so much, you will always be in my thoughts and heart love from
your mummy. Hope you are having fun at Rainbow Bridge
playing with all the others dogs in the fields and chewing
on sticks and balls love you xxxx
Athena Sprague, 06-07-2002 -
02-01-2014 
My dear, sweet Athena,
It has been 3 days since you went over the Rainbow Bridge, my
heart is so heavy. I miss you so much, as does daddy.
I can't believe how fast you left from the time Dr. Jones said
your heart was failing. Within hours I was saying good-bye. I am
so grateful for the time you gave us. Eleven and a half
years is just not long enough. You brought us laughter, shared
your love. You were mommy's true Velcro dog, my black shadow.
I can see you, Franco and Paulo all together now running and
playing in a wide open field. I'm sure they were there
waiting for you. One day I will see you, all of you again, until
then, I will give you Dobie kisses in my mind, the ones you loved
so much.
Love you so much, until we see you again,
Mommy & Daddy
xoxoxo
