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Through the years, I seen her grow from a rambunctious kitten, to a very playful, sweet, sometimes annoying, but always loving cat. She will be greatly missed but never forgotten.
Fitzgerald Black "Fitzy Poo"
March 2007 - Dec 2012
If he was not busy stealing your food like Houdini – he was staring at you while you ate. Fitzy didn’t need words. Anyone would know he was asking ” You gonna eat all that?”
Fitzy would dart out the front door so he could lay in the middle of the street. This delightful activity didn’t make any sense to anyone but him. He had a Pig cookie jar, that held his treats inside. His cookie jar sat on a table by the front door. (it still does)
When the pig head lid was lifted off the body of the cookie jar – the cookie jar would say “I’M A PIG!” with a real country twang. Fitzy would hear “IM A PIG” coming from his cookie jar – and “lickity split” he’d be inside the house, grabbing his chicken jerky from your hand and off he go- skipping to eat it – comfortably on the sofa!
Fitzy was not only a pig with food. He was a real hog in bed. He loved all the covers and most of the pillow. I always looked forward to bed time with Fitzy
At the end of the day Fitzy was imperfect in so many ways – from his tooth to his pirate ways but when He would look at you with his head on your chest, with his little brown eyes looking into yours and His famous snaggle tooth smile – nothing could ever be more perfect.
The life lesson I learned from my pal, Fitzy, Fitzgerald Black is – Be your true you. Your “arf-thentic self” And, your heart and soul will thrive and spill over with love onto those you around you.
I know I certainly soaked him all in! I love you Fitzy so much.
Sierra-Belle 4/2006 - 7/2013
Maedbh’s trust in me never wavered, even when I moved her halfway across the world to Jakarta for two years. In quarantine, terrified and exhausted after a 30 hour plane journey via Amsterdam, she cried out when she heard my voice and purred as soon as I held her. Many people marveled at the expense and hassle I incurred to ship her, but there was no question in my mind that she would go wherever I went.
My darling girl died far too young, at ten years old from lung cancer. At the end she was too weak to move, but would acknowledge me by flicking her tail when I spoke her name. When the time came, she fell asleep in my arms, gazing right into my eyes, devoted and loving to the end. I’m grateful to Dr Winnick for providing her with a peaceful and painless end to her suffering.
Maedbh may be gone but the joy and comfort that she brought to my life will never be forgotten.
In memory of Jet, 2005(?)-2015
Jet 11/11/04 to 12/03/17
12 and a half years ago you came into our lives when we needed each other. You needed a new home because your first owner decided after having you for four months that they couldn’t keep you. They named you and house trained you but you ate rocks in their yard in Phoenix that had to be surgically removed.
Meanwhile, our decision to get a dog came a couple months after I came home from a trip to Ethiopia. I was in a funk because our community did not feel as warm and loving as Addis Ababa. It was reverse culture shock.
In just a couple days after Justin and I agreed it was time to get a dog, I found you on a website for people interested in Labradoodles and Goldendoodles. Jet, the rock eating Goldendoodle, you were returned to your breeder in Bakersfield and I drove down that weekend to pick you up. You were just 6 months old, only half grown, with one shaved leg from the I.V. you had for your rock removal surgery.
You were such a love, so smart and eager to learn, and I was beside myself with affection and appreciation for you. We went to Saturday puppy classes together, where I learned how to be a good human. I learned that a tired dog is a well-behaved dog, so we spent a lot of time making you tired, taking walks and chasing balls.
You grew into your big paws and you turned heads and melted hearts with your look and your character. You greeted by running up to people, and often by running between our legs and between other people’s legs.
Outside with you, I met more people and the community seemed warmer to me. You didn’t walk. You pranced, proudly carrying your ball with the attached throwing stick. Every day, you let me know how important I was to you and that’s how I saw myself.
Other than out on a walk, you were happiest in our front yard. We didn’t even need to clip you to keep you there. Our enthusiastic greeter, always there when we came home and ready to announce any visitor. Other than occasionally taking medicine, the only thing you ever protested was being separated from us. We decided to give you the best possible care so you would live a long time.
For our family, you were always the thing we could agree on. We all loved you and enjoyed being your humans. You studied us and paid attention to everything we did, like a scientist gathering data, so that you could anticipate our actions. If we wore shoes, you knew we might be willing to take you outside. You always knew when we might have some extra human food for you and you let us know you were there to receive it. You could tell when we were upset.
When you surprised us a couple years ago with heart failure, we thanked science and veterinarians for helping us know how to take care of you and for prescribing pills to keep you going, although with less activity; No more sleeping upstairs with us and no more jumping over the neighbor’s lavender bushes to catch your ball. When you developed arthritis, we got more pills and a strap to help you stand up and took you to Aquadog for swim therapy. We added more rugs to cover the slippery hardwood floor. You couldn’t hear us or get up to greet us, but you still loved to catch a ball and proudly carry it around the block. You really hung in there. Your 13th birthday present was a ramp to help you walk in and out of the front door.
You were the best dog and we told you so when we were all with you in the back yard on December 3, saying goodbye. The last thing you did was what you did best. You let us know you loved and understood us.
Jean-Claude was also extremely agile and could, until his last two years, jump over six feet to the tops of my armoire and closets. At over eighteen years, he was long-lived for an outdoor cat who roamed the roofs and trellis, always on the lookout for a mouse to bring back home. He will always be in my thoughts and will be hard to replace.
The Pie loved to carry soft toys or used dryer sheets around the house in his mouth while yowling mournfully, especially in the middle of the night. He was a garbage can raiding, plate cleaning, front door greeting, UPS guy scaring, paw curling, rubber band biting, cheese eating, treat ball rolling, catmint chewing, physical powerhouse who delighted in jumping the six-foot fence around our garden simply to roll around on the concrete surface on the other side. And Pie was lightning fast … one time leaping up to successfully catch a hummingbird in mid-flight. The Pie was never a lap cat but was always lovingly affectionate, choosing to hang out with his people while contentedly purring and kneading his paws, enthusiastically “stomping grapes” on a nearby blanket.
We will always love our unique, handsome boy Pie and his sweet sister Thomasina, and we will miss them for the rest of our lives. Thomasina passed peacefully in my arms from cancer just before their 17th birthday, but we are so blessed that Dr. Winnick was there to gently release The Pie from his failing body one month later, to be reunited with Thomasina and his other feline friend Thistle. There was such strength in The Pie’s sweetness … so much so that our valiant boy needed help for a peaceful transition despite being so gravely ill.
How lucky we were to be chosen by these special cats when they were such tiny kittens! And how grateful we are to have enjoyed the privilege of loving them for so many happy years. Their love will forever shine its light into our hearts.
October 16, 2001 – August 2, 2015
He got too big to continue to compete, and he moved from Florida to California to retire. We adopted him in February 2005. We often joke how quickly we turned him from a champ to a chump, since he adapted to our family, especially the couch, so quickly. He and Graycie, our kitten, quickly became good friends although she has always held the position of alpha dog in the household.
Stutz loved being a part of our family, especially the car rides and going to the softball fields to romp in the grass and meet with all the kids. He was a devout “foodie” and would appear instantly to sample whatever was being prepared. He was very protective of all of his family, but especially his Mommy who he followed around everywhere. Stutz enjoyed going to Tahoe with the gang and did a good job of staking out his territory. He liked it when we had parties because he would get to socialize – the extra food was always a bonus.
Stutz was diagnosed with several types of cancer a few months ago and passed away today. He had a wonderful life and he was the nicest, gentlest dog ever. We thank him for all the love he gave us and the many laughs we have had together. Stutz will be forever missed by us all.
In memory of Kuro, 2000(?)-2015
With all our love ❤️
Chaucer 3-3-00 ~ 9-26-16
2000 - 2017
3/1999 - 9/2017
7/5/2004 - 4/16/2018
My sweet Reagan, such a beautiful loving dog who thought he was one of my kids and never really realised he was a dog! You brought nothing but joy and happiness to everyone that crossed your path. I miss and love you with all my heart. Until I see you again my sweet boy, Rae-Rae! Run free my boy!
In memory of Millenium (Mill), June 15, 2013
Some of the things that I enjoyed in my days with her were: sleeping on top of her at night before crawling up to her chest and neck at 3 AM to purr very loudly for attention. I also really loved when she would scratch my stomach for hours until I would finally get frisky and grab her hand as well as gently biting at times. And don’t forget climbing on the bannister of the Franklin house or in my younger days batting around the stuffed mice that I was given.
I spent many wonderful hours on her lap as she studied for her engineering degree.
The huntress in me was an expert at hunting and catching birds, mice and the occasional squirrel. Some of the birds I would bring into the house to the surprise of my human, who would then chase it out of the house. A waste of effort, if you asked me.
When my human took me to California, I became much wiser and spent my time indoors where I could run rule of the house. The chair was mine. The bed was mine. The floor was mine. Simply put, I was the queen and ruler of the house .
By the end, I had pretty much anything any cat could want and wouldn’t have asked for anything different. Thank you, my human, for taking such good and loving care of me during my time with you.
You will be sorely missed Mill, the greatest cat that could have ever been in my life. Thank you for all the great memories. Love Heather
She was sick for 2.5 years, and was ultimately released July 3, coinciding with Independence day and freedom. Saying goodbye was heart wrenching and required great courage.
Dr. Jenn was our angel vet who helped us to be brave, grieve, and say goodbye to our precious Precious baby girl cat. Now when I look for her, I go to my heart, where she will always live. Pure love.
2010 - 2018
She was surrounded by her human family and doggie sister, Daisy while lying on her favorite spot on the coach at home.
I want to remember the first time we met at Peninsula SPCA where I reluctantly adopted her because I was still missing my recently departed dog, Brandy. When we took her home, she was still recovering from kennel cough and her first night, she snored which I would eventually get used to. After bonding with our other dog, Daisy and my Mom and sisters and myself, Coco became part of the family.
Coco had a good apetite even during her last months, she still ate a platefull of chicken or beef then afer eatting she would hop on the coach and wipe her face clean. Other traits..waiting patiently in the kitchen hallway to be fed or getting her harness put on for walks or going for a ride. She’d hop in the car then hop on on small perch next to car’s back window or sit on my lap with her head poking out the window. Even while sick with cancer and a heart murmur, she would still use the pp pads and hop up/down the porch stairs to relieve herself outside. Such a Good Girl !
She would sit on top of coach looking out the window or greeting me or my sisters with a toy in her mouth. I will miss her loud snores that lulled me to sleep, her soulful gaze, stroking her silky hair or giving her belly rubs, scratching the door to be let in/out and her signature Coco-kisses.
Rest in peace my faithful companion. We were Blessed to have you in our lives.
We’ve lived our active lives together, been through a lot together…aged together
I’ll miss our long walks with you walking home with your rocks
Your stomping in the plants, even your barking rants
My comfort, my guardian, my best friend
So unique, the queen, so graceful and strong, your senses alert and ever so keen
My comfort, my companion, my loyal friend
With your watching TV, constantly looking to be near me, and OH your OCD!
Not one regret, my rescue pet, all the adventures we shared…we met
My comfort, my joy, my loving friend
Hope we meet again, with all my undying love…until it’s my end
My comfort, my joy, my best friend…My Jada
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