My beloved Brodie lost his battle
with kidney disease on May 12, 2014.Although we tried, he just couldn’t hold on any longer.It seems like only yesterday he was just a
little, playful kitten, who loved to ride on my back, but I was lucky to have
had him for 15 years.I will miss his
company, his chatter, silky fur, and beautiful baby-blue eyes.What a handsome boy he was and so gentle and
sweet.May you rest in peace and run
free with your brother, Coco, on the other side until we all meet again.
Our dog Toby is greatly missed. He had been my companion for my entire adult life and became the friend, protector, and patient plaything of my 4 children. He had many doggie friends and outlived them all. I know he must be so happy to be reunited with his two best friends, Gabe and Tilli.
Everyone who met Toby loved him and his dog sitter gave him the nickname, "Gentleman" because he had good manners and was always happy.
He loved to swim though it took him a while to figure it out. For about a year he refused to enter the water. One day I just picked him up and threw him in and after that it was a real struggle to get him out! He used to swim and fetch sticks in Lake Chelan for hours until we forced him to take a break. He loved to range on wide open spaces and investigate all the smells and sounds of a new place and bring back any interesting things he found on the way (usually something stinky!)
In his older years, Toby preferred to hang around and only occasionally frolic with his dog buddy, Kai. Just a week before his passing, he played in the sun for a couple hours and showed more energy and life than the younger dog.
His constant presence in our lives was a source of peace and joy to us for 14 years. I'm so thankful that Dr. Rickman was able to help me release Toby to greener pastures in the most peaceful and comfortable way possible. We will never forget our very best friend.
My 15-year-old beloved kitty, Boo, was put to rest today after weeks of trials and tribulations A champion fighter to the very end, she died a peaceful death.
My gratitude to Dr. Barry Rickman, VMD, owner of Peaceful Companion services in Seattle. What a beautiful experience, Doctor. You learned last minute of my own personal struggles of when to let her go. You allowed me to let her pass with the dignity and grace every life deserves. And it really warmed my heart at how you loved my choice where this took place (and what gorgeous weather we had!)
Boo adored playing, napping and strolling in my large garden, so it seemed appropriate having her pass to the other side in "Boo's Garden" (while snuggled in my arms.) Boo's ashes will be sprinkled throughout the garden this Spring (especially her favorite sitting spot near the bird bath!) She may be gone, but her spirit will live on in spades. I can't wait for new flowers blooming next year—she often looked with wonder at the beauty surrounding her.
Who knew a 4-legged, furry creature could leave such HUGE paw prints all over my heart. Amazingly Boo did just that—tons of "head butts" and kisses later.
She always reminded me of a little human in a cat suit (with a big personality!)….sweet, loving, affectionate, smart, funny, gentle and yet fiercely independent. And yes, as you can see in the picture, plump and furry, too. She sure loved her belly rubs. And such a perfect and adorable face! (hey, I'm partial.) She was a devoted companion and "my sole family" while here in Seattle. Or maybe I should say, she WAS my heart & soul!
To everyone who has ever owned an animal, and those of you who still do, may the wonder of a pet's love and devotion touch you all. It certainly did me (my first pet ever….well, of the "meow and woof-woof" kind anyway.)
Much appreciation also extended to Boo's various providers and top-notch hospital staff at ACCES (especially Dr. Amanda McNabb), who assisted during her time of critical need. And to family and friends who graciously allowed me to share with them what was going on—you allowed me to "pre-grieve" without judgment. And to her pet sitters' over the years, mostly Nikole from Little Wet Noses, who adored Boo as though she were her own. And last but not least, to my dear friend, Dianne, who is an animal activist and humanitarian in St. Louis; I'm not sure what I would have done without the quality time you spent with me the day before my precious girl was let go (such a gift!) You are truly a compassionate and wise woman, and I am thankful you are in my life.
And a gigantic thank you to Boo's first mommy, Miranda, who moved out of Seattle years ago and allowed me the privilege of loving and caring for Boo (born as "Sadie"), when she was just age six. What an unselfish act of love! Sadie (Boo) was originally quite the 'travlin cat I learned—born in Houston, moved to San Diego, then to New York City and her final ten years in Seattle.
You see, I really thought she was a feral cat….the friendliest, most confident, plumpest and sweetest "feral" cat ever. Turned out she was the neighbor's cat, whose busy work schedule meant Sadie (Boo) was outdoors many, many hours a day. MISS INDEPENDENT.
Boo chose to officially enter MY life on 4th of July, 2004, when we truly adopted each other—SURPRISE. She was waiting at my door after the fireworks ended, and long after Miranda's moving truck pulled away earlier that day. Yep, she escaped the move and knocked on my door around 11:00 p.m.!
Of course I was already in love with this little animal I decided to call "Boo," as we were always bumping into each other for one year on the property—a fluffy, furry bundle plopped in the middle of the parking lot enjoying the sunshine whenever she got the chance! I couldn't believe how adorable this kitty looked. I started rubbing her belly and under her chin, and to my delight—she loved it. The little rascal got used to the cans of tuna I left out for her, too. We often eyed each other with caution—and one day, it turned to pure and unadulterated love.
Boo wishes everyone a heartfelt good-bye, where she now resides in Kitty Karma Heaven. She has found a new garden to enjoy, furry friends to play with and is listening to the birds singing away. I know she is well taken care of, jumping up and down and walking again, and very happy in her new home. And yes, she finally gets to meet her grandma! (please take good care of her, Mom.)
Good-bye my sweet, sweet precious kitty. You were loved incredibly much and gave me more joy than you'll ever know. You are God's angel-girl now, and I was so lucky and honored to have you in my life. Some of life's greatest lessons can be learned from our furry friends (as letting go), and you taught me so much.
Jump high and often, little one, and walk to your heart's content! Nothing's holding you back anymore, Button Nose.
BJ Harbison was my best friend from day one. When we picked him out at the animal shelter he was the only dog who would come and lick your hand, run into the rain, and come back to kiss you again. I was in 5th grade when he came into my life. He moved from Colorado, to Tennessee, and back to Colorado with me in 10 years. Then, after I met the second love of my life, we decided to make him part of our family. At 12 years old he came to live with Katie and I, solidifying our relationship into a family. After three and a half years of family adventures in Colorado, it was time for us to move to Seattle. BJ was 16 years old by that point- it was a miracle he made the move and two day drive. After a wonderful summer at our new home, we came home one day to find him unable to use his legs. He had been struggling with a neurological disease for a few years, and it had finally come to a close. We are so thankful for the compassion and support Peaceful Companions was able to provide us during our goodbye. We will always love BJ with all our hearts, and know he is chasing squirrels in doggie heaven.
It is with heavy hearts that we had to euthanize our sweet Spree recently. She was only 9 1/2, but suddenly went from being lame to total inability to walk, get up, go potty, & was losing interest in food (NOT like her at all!!). Last fall we had a growth removed from her upper back that came back malignant histiocytoma but they thought they got it all. She suddenly developed multiple lesions in the weeks before her death. It was a very difficult decision, but we think she was in some pain, and her quality of life was not good the past couple weeks. Barry came out to the house and it was very peaceful. He also told us the lesions were definitely cancerous, so that made us feel we had made the right decision, which was very helpful. She was the sweetest dog we've ever known. Always sharing love with everyone she met. Spree filled our lives with great memories and so much love! We lost Marley our wonderful Berner at this same time last year, so its been a tough year, but they say things happen for a reason, and this past fall we adopted 2 more sweet Berner's after a friend and neighbor passed away suddenly. They are helping us through our grief. I can't imagine not having a dog in our lives! They are such a big part of the ritual of our days, and give such wonderful unconditional love and affection.