Love Stories - pet memorials - A Gentle Rest

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""Mindy"

We had to say goodbye to our sweet Mindy after 12 wonderful years with us. We are lucky to have found her at the SPCA when she was 5 years old.

Mindy’s favorite words were ‘walk’ or ‘park’. If she heard those words, she would jump up, go to her collar, and whine until you take her outside. Mindy loved her walks in our neighborhood, where she would stop at every couple of houses to smell a tree or flowers.

Her favorite places were Fort Funston, Saint Mary’s Park, and Holly Park. At the parks, Mindy enjoyed seeing her regular dog friends and meeting new ones. At Saint Mary’s, she would run up to the park entrance to greet each dog as they were about to enter. She loved chasing other dogs, sometimes so exhausted that she had to be carried home.

Mindy enjoyed our family vacations to Tahoe. We’ll always remember her enjoying the hikes and playing in the snow.

Mindy fought bravely to get better in her final years. She didn’t enjoy her operation, vet visits, and physical therapy, but we are grateful for giving us more time together. We could see the exhaustion. She lived a full and content life, and now she gets to rest.

We are thankful for Mindy’s unconditional love. Our home is empty without her in her usual spots. Now and in the future, we will be sad that she is not here. But we will overcome that by feeling the joy and happiness that she brought into our lives. She changed our lives for the better.

We know that Mindy will be checking up on us from time to time. We are happy that she is on the other side, running around in grass parks with her dog friends. Until we meet again.
-Love, Fred and Marivic F.

""Jax"

**In Loving Memory of Jax**

Tribute from A Gentle Rest, Dr. Ken Gorczyca
Rest Easy Jax 11/24/2024 🌈🐶❤️💔🐶
In a world of wagging tails and joyful barks lived Jax, the Springer Spaniel, a beacon of sparks. With a coat of black and white, vibrant and bright, He brought endless joy, a true heart’s delight. Adopted early and kept by Mike’s side, An energetic spirit, with love as his guide. From Chrissy Field to Lake Tahoe’s embrace, He swam with pure joy, a smile on his face. Chasing the ball was his favorite game, but retrieving it back? He never played that same. When happiness struck, his body would sway, His tail knub would wag fiercely, brightening the day. A gentle nudge with his muzzle, a kiss sweet and true, In moments of love, he knew just what to do. Though not fond of canine strangers, just his loyal pack, He found love with Brittany, and there was no lack. He helped raise dear Millie, teaching her grace, With lessons of resilience, he found his place. A howler of joy, with a spirit so grand, His laughter and loyalty forever will stand. Little Leo, his grandmother’s endearing name, In car rides to Tahoe, he played life’s sweet game. Sixteen glorious years, or ninety-four human, Surrounded by love, his journey was proven. At home, in peace, he laid down to rest, With Mike, Brittany, and Millie, the ones he loved best. So we celebrate Jax, our loyal, sweet friend, In memories and love, his spirit won’t end. We will miss you Jaxy boy! The house is already way too quiet and I already miss your water spills! We love you! Goodnight San Francisco! 🌉🌈💔🐶
-Mike W. & Brittany R.

""Grizzly Bear"

Grizzly Bear - 10/21/09 - 8/31/24
aka Grizz, Rizz, Baby Girl, Baby Seal Eyes, Fur Bomb, Stump Nubbler, Wiggle Butt, Dancer Prancer

You came into our lives by chance. We raised your litter with your mama, Nana, from 4 weeks old. You were born in the briar patch of dirt, scrubland, and hippies. You resembled a quiet little pot-bellied piglet. The first time Alex saw you, he knew you were the one. To be ours forever. His little "Nottweiler" with your natural bobtail.

Your favorite things in life were food and snacks, hiking and camping, and digging in the snow. Rope toys, jolly balls, sticks, and logs. Clean sheets and freshly made beds with pillows to lie your head upon. Riding in the trucks and cars with your head in the breeze your ears flapping in the wind. Running in the surf at the beach. Digging holes there and stealing balls from Teddy, your best buddy and constant companion. You were always pushing him around. He needed that, he needed you.

You were so tough and strong and sweet and gentle. You were the "pillow" dog I'd always dreamed of. When you'd rest your head on me, I'd feel immense love and joy. You were a good friend to our daughter, Kaya, and always there when she needed you. You were her protector and her friend. You helped to raise her puppy, Dakota, as your last giving act.
You loved to bark for joy and dance when we danced. You were so goofy and full of good energy. You never had a bad day. Your spirits were always high.

I will miss your little wagging bob-tail, your snuggles, the fun adventures we had, and sharing a life with you everyday. I will always remember you fondly as one of my best friends and closest companions.

Run free! Till we meet again. We love you Grizzly Bear ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
-Jenn & Alex B.

""Toby"

In loving memory of Toby❤️

The Doghorn of Polk Street is no more. Known throughout San Francisco’s Russian Hill neighborhood for his trademark bay, Toby the Basset Hound could be heard for blocks as he demanded stoplights to change faster during his multitude of daily walks.

Some compared his howl to the sound of the city’s foghorns, while others likened his bark to that of the Pier 39 sea lions. Tobias “Toby” Hinckle-Mittelstaedt was aged 16 ¾ years and was a lover of pillows and outstanding service from humans.

In his younger days, he outran his Chocolate Lab sister Nessie and led their flying zoomies and wrestling matches at home, the beach at Crissy Field, and many city parks. Despite standing only 14 inches tall, Toby was a highly-skilled burglar, stealing food off of tables, desks, and countertops four times his height to the marvel and outrage of his family.

Long before he lost his hearing, Toby pointedly ignored calls of “come,” “heel,” and “leave it” but delighted in applause and treats for his Paw shakes and rolls. He marched to his own drummer and suffered no fools. A lover, not a fighter, Toby got along well with every dog and human he met, always ready to share a meal, a playdate, or a nap.

He loved roast chicken, ear scratchies, being photographed, cuddles, naps, howling with fire engine sirens, tug of war, running, and meeting new friends. He detested riding in cars, going to the vet, swimming, being told what to do, and humans stopping to chat when he was on parade. He never understood humans’ fascination with babies, puppies, and holiday costumes though he tolerated them all with his trademark eyeroll.

Toby was a rescue who was said to have been found running, abandoned on a road in San Jose. He was adopted by San Francisco journalist Warren Hinckle and Linda Corso and their Corgi mix Delilah until Warren’s health failed and Toby came to live with Pia and her family. Toby was a pallbearer for Warren’s funeral in 2016.

Toby, Toebbers, Toblerone, Tobias, Toetoe, Mr. T, TT was predeceased by Warren Hinckle, Nessie, and Delilah and will be missed every day by his family, Pia Hinckle and Chris, Lucien, Fiona, & Simone Mittelstaedt, Linda Corso, Hilary Hinckle, Ava & Max Cane, Warren Hinckle IV; Freckles the cat; and many adoring friends, caregivers, dog walkers, groomers, and fans in the neighborhood and beyond. Hug your hounds.
-Pia, Chris, Lucien, Fiona & Simone

""Amber"

In loving memory of
Ch Willglen’s Bronze Bombshell
She was loving known as Amber
She was a great dog, great traveler, amazing show dog and loving companion.
She will truly be missed and loved forever.
-Tom & Roberta W.

""Rocky"

❤️ Rocky ❤️
Today we said goodbye to our sweet boy Rocky had big paws, big purrs & the biggest heart. We raised him since he was 5 weeks old and were lucky to have 16 years with this special guy.

He was majestic, goofy, kind to all creatures he definition of chill and he showed us he loved us every day. I loved being his mom.

Rocky was the original Leavenworth. He loved our backyard, scratching his 2 trees, watching the fish, lounging like a king. He made his way into the hearts of our neighbors… popping out of closets unexpectedly, swooping in for catnip, getting nicknamed “The Dude” by Liho who knew him as the cool cat who’d lounge on the high branch over their yard…and when Simmons left home for a long stint, we later found out Rocky knew where he was & had been visiting him the entire time.

He had a knack for sprawling out anywhere, he could make the most uncomfortable spot look relaxing… we once got him a fish tank and he used to lay on top of it with his tail completely in the water. Classic Rocky. In his spry days he loved chasing the laser til he panted, his giant puma paws moving in a frenzy.

Rocky LOVED to eat & he had a bloodhound’s nose for food. He’d alert us to chow time by jangling necklaces or shoving things off the nightstand… then he’d lift his head out of his dish and he’d be covered in gravy (or catnip or bonito flakes).

Rocky loved water & it rained for him yesterday. He lounged out there all day - he really liked to get soaked. Most nights he would crawl into bed with his mane dripping wet, after he would zone out with his face dunked right in the water bowl.

Rocky was all peace & love, he’d wake us up with purrs & headbutts, he never got in cat fights and he showed us affection constantly. Rocky’s move was to crawl up on my chest and lay down with his face in my face - he’d put his paw on my cheek or around my neck or on my shoulder before he went to sleep, it was our thing & it melted me every time.

RIP Rocco, you made us very happy little bud. ❤️
-Kelli H. & Dax E.

""Tupac"

Tupac
6/16/2012-8/4/24

We had to say goodbye to our sweet and handsome boy, Tupac, due to chronic kidney failure. We could always count on him to give us unconditional love and affection, and his presence will be missed.

Tupac first lived in Arizona with a family friend who had several cats and dogs, and later on, children as well. To offer some relief to the family and find a pet companion, my fiancé Jack, adopted Tupac 5 1/2 years ago. Tupac quickly became his little sidekick and best bud. During Jack’s longer trips, Tupac would stay with friends, who always enjoyed his company and were even inspired to get cats of their own.

Jack ventured out to San Francisco, California for 3 months during the pandemic. During that time, Jack and I met. As our relationship progressed, Jack made the decision to permanently move to California with Tupac. Initially, Tupac was living in an airbnb for months and was content making the bedroom his own.

Eventually, Jack and I moved in together and Tupac was introduced to my dog, Stella, and his new home! Though it took some adjustment, he quickly adapted and loved his new home and the ability to move freely throughout, even losing a bit of weight. Some of his favorite things to do were soaking up sun patches, napping under our bed, spending time with his people, and giving lots of cuddles!
In his final weeks, Tupac found joy on our balcony, often sitting and observing his surroundings.

We will miss his gentle purrs, morning greetings, and evening snuggles. Life will not be the same without our sweet 2P, but we will always remember the comfort and joy he brought into our lives. He taught us valuable lessons and reminded us to appreciate life’s blessings.
Rest peacefully, our sweet boy! You will always hold a special place in our hearts!
-Gina, Jack, and Stella M.

""Bogart"

Bogart, my commanding Maine Coon cat named after Humphrey Bogart from Casablanca, fought a gallant battle with carcinoma. He lost the battle at just over 16 years of age. Losing him is like losing my best friend which already happened once when my husband passed away four years ago. I am fortunate to have a second-best friend (new husband) who stayed with Bogie as he left this world. I simply couldn't watch. I wanted to remember Bogart alive with his cute bow tie nose still wet.

But what a handsome dude! Never did he fail to draw attention to his size, his presence at almost 24 lbs in his youth with a big, sweet personality to match. Many threatened to silently steal him from me because of his kind, 1960s manners.

When I first met Bogie at the breeders, he eagerly fought my tennis shoelaces while the other litter mates were sizing us up for their potential new mom and dad. We wanted two Maine Coons. Which other one would want us? We walked away with Bogie and his almost full sister, Chloe. He at 4.4 lbs; she at 4 lbs both stealing the scene through the SF airport. Their birthdays were eight days apart. Chloe still going strong at over 16.

I could write and write and write so much about 'my boy'. The time he caught a mouse and brought it up onto the bed. I thought it was a large moth that ran up my back. No. It was a white mouse courtesy of late-night playtime on the bed with Bogie. Then the many times Bogart taught my 80 lb GSD a thing or two. Guess who won?

He was deeply loved, cherished and cared for the best we knew how in his time of great illness. He looked up at me a day or so before he headed for Heaven as if he was telling me ‘It’s time'. Doesn't make it any easier. He left this world with dignity and grace no longer hurting. The cancer didn't win. Bogart did and he is with my late husband in total bliss.
-Susan C.

""Rue"

Rue Trabucco
7/12/12 - 7/15/24
We found Miss Rue on the internet, she was born to a breeder “Black Mountain Pugs” in Fresno. We were able to see her and her litter mates in videos online. Her breeder brought us to meet her and her littermates at SFO airport so we could meet her and make a decision on which pug to adopt. But it was always the little runt of the litter, Rue. We already had a pug at home named Bailey who was just waiting for this new little buddy. The first day Rue came to us she had to stay with our friends Sally and Diane because we had a family wedding. They both wanted to share watching her! Julia named Rue for the little girl in the Hunger Games. And Rue really was a little warrior.

Rue quickly became “Rue Rue”. She was a spunky, smart as a whip 1 lb. Puppy. A tiny little jewel. She loved dog training classes and often sat alongside the instructor becoming the example of how to do a trick. She was the teacher’s pet.

Rue loved our cat Tigger, any other dog we owned was really afraid of Tigger and would steer clear of his claws but not Rue. She boldly ran to him and would play with his tail biting it with her sharp puppy teeth. He loved her and they often laid together on my bed.

Rue was so adorable that my older daughter Kelly would often dog-nap her and keep her for weekends. She even brought her to a parade and to parties with her friends. My younger daughter Julia’s friends also adored Rue and she was included at all the parties they had. I am so heart warmed that on her very last weekend, she got a second wind and was with all of Julia’s friends, enjoying them all.

When Rue was three we adopted Jamie and they became fast friends, except when it came to food. Rue never wanted to share food and so even though Jamie was much bigger than Rue, she fought to the tooth for her food. Both dogs loved to watch TV and would bark at all the animals (which was distracting to us human viewers.

Kevin and Julia loved taking the pups to the beach for walks.

When Rue was three she became a “Furry Friend”, pets that were trained and allowed to visit patients in hospitals. Rue did this for a couple of years but then started to resent leaving a comfortable bed with a person that was giving her tons of affection.

Rue and Jamie would sleep me with every night until she decided to jump off the bed and her Vet said we needed to confine her to more limited space where she couldn’t hurt herself.

Because she was so well behaved, we would take her with us to hotels, like the Hyatt in Monterey and the Hotel Sofitel in Foster City.

In her last year, her Vet found that her abdomen had distended and that because of her age, she would not be a candidate for surgery. He told me to give her the best life we could as long as she was comfortable and we did. She passed on July 15, 2024 in my arms, eating treats until she fell into a deep sleep. As she passed, the sun broke through the clouds. The Vet, Dr. G placed a rose quartz crystal on her heart and struck buddhist chimes, lighting paleo Santo and placed her in a basket, covered her with a blanket, just as we did when we first got her.. She had a very peaceful passing.
-Joan T.

""Junior"

Junior obituary
July 13, 2024
Our sweet boy Junior departed this world on July 12, 2024, a few days shy of his 15th birthday. Junior gave us pure joy, unconditional love, spontaneous fun, therapeutic routines, and taught us many life lessons.

Junior came into our lives as a two-month old kitten that was so small we quickly named him Junior. We immediately bonded with him in his room at the SPCA as he climbed up our necks to inform us that he was our cat now. As a kitten he was a real climber - up blinds, up the shower curtain, or perching atop steep bookshelves. His loud meows and strange chirps were so funny they earned him the nickname “squawk,” which quickly became his permanent name. He loved sneaking into our closets and burrowing so deep into them that we would spend hours looking for him. He was a loyal little brother to his big sister and mother figure Scully cat for ten years until she passed away in 2019.

Junior was so affectionate and was always up for a good snuggle. He nestled himself on our pillows at bedtime and he loved to crawl under the covers in bed to snuggle with us in the morning, always making it difficult to get out of bed to start our day. His habit of sitting on our chests and nosing and licking our faces while we could hear him purr and feel his breaths was truly therapeutic and always recharged our batteries. It was his way of reminding us that we were his humans and we were more than happy to submit to his warm, furry affections.

Junior loved to cackle at birds through his perch by the window and he had a huge fan club of passersby who would admire him from outside. He was an artist who would always find the most perfectly aligned and centered spot on the bed to sit, making our room look like a beautiful artwork. He would always find new positions to create such appealing compositions that filled our phones with beautiful cat pictures. He had beautiful markings, the softest and warmest fur that we loved to sniff in like a drug, and an unusually long tail that poked through his chest when he sat in his “tucked in” position. He loved to disrupt our computer work from home and made frequent appearances in our Zoom meetings.

Junior spent all of his days with us in the same cozy apartment. It became his territory which he patrolled with grace while always watching out for his little brother and blind cat Wally. Junior learned a lot from his big sister Scully and he grew into a patient guide, mischievous playmate, and faithful grooming buddy to little Wally even while he was quietly battling lymphoma himself in his last years. While his final years were marked by constant medication, scary vet visits, and frequent sickness, Junior persevered and never withheld his love and affection.

Junior taught so much to his humans, Leslie and Chris. Living life in the moment,
unapologetically enjoying “me” time, accepting and embracing others rather than trying to change them, compassion and empathy toward others, how to care-give and accept care, and above all courage and grace in the face of setbacks and health challenges. Junior fought his cancer with strength and grace and outlived his diagnosis by nearly two years, and we are forever grateful for this time with him. We are equally grateful for Junior having the strength to tell us very clearly when he was ready go when we could not imagine saying goodbye. Words cannot describe how grateful we are to A Gentle Rest and Dr. Gorczyca for the wonderful experience they gave us that celebrated Junior’s life and gave him peaceful passage in the comfort of his home.

We are truly devastated without Junior’s calming and soothing presence in our life. Our home feels eerily quiet and empty and the world seems so joyless without him. But we can feel his spirit with us and his final lesson will be to live not without him but with his enduring love and memory. Farewell sweet Junior aka little Squawk, we know you are finally at peace and we thank you so much for all you gave us.
-Leslie K. and Chris F.

""Cali"

Cali
2007-2024

Cali, the Calico from California, passed away peacefully on June 30, 2024, just one month shy of her 17th birthday.

Cali came into my life shortly after I graduated high school, when her grandma thought it would be a good idea for me to adopt a kitten from a litter that was dumped on a friend’s lawn in Antioch right before I headed off to college. There were several kittens to choose from but I could not pass up the most beautiful girl with unique orange, black, and white markings and big green-blue eyes staring up at me. We lived at home for Cali’s first year of life, where she enjoyed sleeping between her grandma’s legs at night and eating her grandpa’s plants, which resulted in her being nicknamed “trouble maker” and “terrorist.”

Cali and I then embarked on quite the adventure - she became a world traveler having lived in 2 states and 5 cities in 3 major metropolitan areas over the course of her life. We first moved down to Long Beach for college in December 2008, West Hollywood in June 2011, across the country to New York City in 2014, and back home to the Bay Area in October 2020. Cali could not have been happier to get out of her dark and cramped NYC apartment that faced a wall and into her more spacious, sun filled SF apartment where she spent her last 3 years sunbathing on her very own window bench with views of the Bay Bridge, trees, and birds. While she was named Cali due to her Calico coat, she was a true “Cali girl” in all aspects.

In addition to sunbathing, Cali enjoyed playing with her plethora of toys, posing for photos (even entering a modeling contest in 2022), joining mommy’s Zoom meetings, running back and forth in the hallway, knocking things off tables, watching SF Giants games (afterall, she is wearing their uniform), chit chatting, climbing on anything and everything from the refrigerator to the headboard, and following her mommy around.

While feisty, spicy, and fiercely independent, Cali was completely obsessed with me after having it be just the two of us most of her life. She would run to the door every time I came home, lay on my chest and nuzzle my face whenever I laid on my back, curl up and be my little spoon when I would lay on my side, jump on my lap when I work from home, and would sit and wait on the bath mat every time I took a shower.

Having been Cali’s mommy from ages 18-35, she was truly the love of my entire adult life. Rest in peace my sweet, beautiful, angel baby. I will love and miss you forever.
-Jessica K.

""River"

River (2007? - 2024.06.15)

Our sweet River passed peacefully on the 15th of June 2024. She began her life as a stray in the neighborhood of CUA in Washington, DC. She was rescued by me (Sara) in July of 2009. She was very hungry and shy, but she trusted me to take her in. She obviously had kittens, but they were nowhere to be seen. After getting her proper vet care and quarantining her, she was accepted by her two brothers, Aton Hotep III and Caine. Caine especially adored her and taught her how to be a lazy house cat. She never learned to be lazy though. She took her duties of watching over her household and its occupants very seriously.

She met Duncan in 2011 and immediately imprinted on him. She became dada’s little girl. She checked on him every night, and in the morning would awaken him so he knew what his duties were.

She traveled all over the US. Literally. From DC, she traveled by car to Los Angeles. As long as she had her family with her, she was happy. Sadly, her brother Aton Hotep passed away on the 31st of August 2010. Two years later, we all moved (via car again) to Virginia. Her beloved Caine sadly passed away on the 16th of January 2016. Sara and River moved back to California that same year. August of 2019, in what was probably the most adventurous experience of her life, she went via airplane (in the hold) to Honolulu, Hawaii. Sara and River returned to the San Francisco Bay Area in the midst of the pandemic, July 2020, where she remained for the rest of her life.

Despite all of the travel, she adapted to each new place as HER home. She proudly watched over her humans. River was very attuned to me, and I to her. She gave me unconditional love and companionship, mirroring my moods in a gentle and often hilarious way. She chose her humans carefully as she was very introverted (just like Duncan and I). One of her favorite displays of affection was via blankie pets and snuggling with her mama to watch British TV mysteries. Her little paws were so perfect, and her meows echoed throughout the apartment.

Her vocabulary was unlike any cat’s I have known. She would often try new words and would convey her happiness (and joy) with chirrups and coos. Her communication was unique, and I am certain she listened in on conversations and understood every last word.

My River-Styx, our sweet little angel girl, our hearts hurt with your loss. We miss you and always will. We hope that you and Caine are curled up with each other in the softest basket under the sun. We awaken every morning expecting your meows. The silence is heartbreaking. One day, we will accept that you are gone. For now, we grieve.
-Sara P. & Duncan F.

-Julie W.

""Lucy"

In Loving Memory of Lucy the Beagle

Lucy, my beloved beagle had a heart as big as her howl. Her sweet demeanor and stubborn charm, brought immeasurable joy to all who had the pleasure of knowing her.

Born in Ohio in September 2007, Lucy swiftly became the beloved companion of my mom. Whether snuggling in a heap of laundry or cocooned beneath a soft blanket, Lucy's affectionate presence radiated warmth. Yet, if you happened to be a squirrel daring to invade her backyard domain, beware of her spirited (and loud) protests!

In 2016, Lucy embarked on a new adventure in Arizona alongside my mom, enjoying the desert sun and actively pursuing geckos. Sadly, my mom died in June 2021, when I promised that I would care for Lucy and always keep her loved and protected. Lucy, Bindy (my other beagle), and I embarked on a journey to California, where Lucy embraced her twilight years with dignity and joy.

Lucy swiftly adapted to her new environment, finding solace in familiar routines. From leisurely strolls through SF streets to afternoon siestas and exploration of all that California life had to offer, Lucy approached each day with curiosity and motivation. And never, ever lost her motivation for food!

Throughout her sixteen remarkable years, Lucy embodied pure love, leaving an indelible imprint on the hearts of all who knew her. She was the epitome of gentleness, and my greatest hope is that I gave her the same tenderness and affection she so generously bestowed upon me.

Though Lucy is gone, her love and companionship will forever be in my cherished memories. Rest peacefully, dear LuLu. You are dearly loved and will be profoundly missed.
-Julie W.

""Mickey"

Mickey, the pooch behind the Laurie Meadows dog park, dies at 14

Mickey, the Jack Russell-Chihuahua mix who inspired the dog run at Laurie Meadows Park in San Mateo, died May 20 of cancer. He was 14.

Soon after adopting Mickey in 2011, Mickey’s human mom, Mandy, collected signatures and petitioned the City of San Mateo to build a dog run in Laurie Meadows Park, a half-mile from their home. The city agreed to fence off a section of the lawn area, and the dog park was completed a few years later. The park has fostered a community where human and canine neighbors gather daily.

Mickey’s early years were difficult. He was born in the upper Peninsula around January 2010 and adopted into a family as a 3-month-old puppy. When the family moved, they could no longer keep a dog, and they surrendered him to the Peninsula Humane Society when he was a year old.

After spending several months in the shelter without finding a new family, Mickey was enrolled in the TAILS (Transitioning Animals into Loving Situations) program at the San Mateo County Jail. There Mickey studied fetch, roll over and stay. After his graduation ceremony in October 2011, where he performed a dance on his hind paws, Mickey moved into his permanent home.

For over a decade, Mickey diligently performed his self-appointed job of protecting the house from invasion. Thanks to his fierce bark, not once did a mailman, pizza deliverer or UPS driver breach the confines of the home.

Mickey was fond of road trips and traveled with his family throughout the West. He made many excursions to Santa Barbara to visit his human brother, and rode as far as San Diego; Littleton, Colorado; and Bainbridge Island, Washington. On Bainbridge Island, Mickey escaped the house he was visiting and ran down the road after his parents — fortunately, a driver rescued him, likely saving his life.

Mandy and Mickey took many long hikes together — in the hills of San Mateo, on the beach in Half Moon Bay, and in mountains and deserts where they traveled. Mickey stayed close even off-leash, only occasionally disappearing to chase a squirrel or bird.

In his later years, Mickey met the love of his life, Honey, a fluffy Cavapoo. The two of them took romantic walks together around the neighborhood, shared treats at each other’s homes and went on a memorable date to a dog surfing competition in Pacifica.

Mickey was a three-time cancer survivor: When he was only 5, he had a mast cell tumor removed from his stomach. Eighteen months later, another tumor was found in his armpit. His parents chose not to remove it, and it never grew.

When he was 14, cancer found Mickey again, this time with a bleeding tumor on his kidney. The veterinarian predicted he had only days, but Mickey survived over a month. During that time, he continued enjoying his walks, playing with his many toys, spending time with Honey, making a final visit to his much-loved beach and eating as much people food as he liked.

Mickey is survived by his human parents, Mandy and Mark; his human brother and sister-in-law, Alex and Marlene; his fiancée, Honey; and many other dog and human relatives and friends.
-Mandy E. and Mark M.

""Joey"

REST IN POWER KING JOE
In honor of Joey, our sweet boy, our beautiful cat, my friend and companion.
I met Joey in late summer 2013, when I was going through some major transitions. I was starting a rigorous doctoral program in psychology and lost my mother to her battle with ovarian cancer a few days before I needed to move down to California. I moved in with a few ladies who had relocated from the east coast. As fate would have it, my room must’ve experienced some earthquake effects because you could NOT close my bedroom door without absolutely body-slamming yourself against it. When his original caregiver was away, he always pushed his way into my room. I wonder if he could tell how deeply depressed, I was having lost my best friend, my mother, so recently. To be honest, I was having some dark, frightening thoughts during this time. I think Joey knew and came into my (un-closable) room to comfort me and keep me company. When his original mommy asked if I could adopt him a few months after we had all moved out of that apartment it was an enthusiastic “YES!” And the rest is history. Mr. Joe, Mr. Bub, Yosep, Giuseppe, the Snugglepuss, my honey- you were the most incredible, fun, intelligent, comforting, loving companion. You’ve been there for me through so many ups and downs: stressful externships, Erik and I meeting and falling in love, writing a dissertation, applying to internship, getting engaged, moving to Reno for internship, applying for postdoctoral fellowships, graduating with my doctoral degree, moving BACK to the Bay, planning a wedding, POSTPONING a wedding because of a pandemic, becoming licensed, starting my first job, getting married, and settling into life- you were there to comfort me through it all. We’ve gone from San Mateo to Mountain View to SF to Reno, NV, to Pacifica, and finally back to SF. You are so loved and will be deeply missed, thanks for all the laughs, all the cuddles, all the adventures. The memories in the heart will never fade.
-Kathryn P. & Erik L.

""Bella"

After 21 trips around the sun and 7719 sunrises, Bella peacefully passed on March 9, 2024 and reunited with her brother Gianluca at that great tuna factory in heaven. She was brave and loving during her final days with us, spending time resting in our laps and purring softly.
Bella joined our family in 2003 as part of a two-for-one deal. We had planned to take Gianluca, but Bella was already bonded to her brother. The two of them had the exact same color and classic tabby markings, instead of the Ocicat spots, which meant they were half price! All it took was the breeder putting tiny little Bella in Laudan’s lap. Bella melted Laudan’s heart immediately, and the deal was sealed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cuter kitten.
Bella and Gianluca were sweet, beautiful, and graceful. They were two of the most gentle and affectionate cats I had ever been around. They taught our two-legged twins the responsibility of taking care of others and the magic of unconditional love from animals. This is how Ocicats are built, we learned, and we have added others to our family because of them.
Bella’s superpower was her special way of charming everyone she met. She had a fan club with many ardent and vocal supporters. She had an Instagram channel where she chronicled her adventures. Her sister Soraya always said, “you cannot resist her!” Truer words were never spoken. With a simple pose and a patient gaze, she could get Daddy to do exactly what she wanted, almost without fail. When Luciano and Leo joined our family in 2021, Bella quickly recruited them to her small army of servants.
After Gianluca passed in 2019, Bella became a centering force of love in our home, particularly during the pandemic’s months of isolation. The thousands of pictures we took during that time included a lot with Bella, not because we took cat pictures out of boredom, but because Bella was often at the middle of our happiest moments in those challenging times.
For more than two decades, Bella was a caregiver, a care recipient, a teacher of patience and love, a kind boss, a love multiplier and a smile creator. She was an exceptional mouser, and she loved spending time at her vacation home in Aptos, California where she could venture outdoors in the beauty of Santa Cruz County.
Her absence leaves a rather big hole in our lives, but our memories of her will warm our hearts eternally.
-Tony, Laudan, Rowley, Soraya, Luciano and Leonardo

""Bugs"

We adopted our Bugs from a local shelter in early January of this year. From what we could gather, Bugs had a challenging ~10 years before we met here, in and out of homes and shelters. Even still, she was the most cuddly, loving, goofy girl with the most scraggly meow. In the short couple months, we had Bugs in our home, she filled every room with light, snuggles, and laughs. She loved tuna and shrimp gravy more than anything (stinky, but we lived with it) and galloping around the house. When she wasn’t on the heating pad in Mack’s room, she could be found soaking up the sun in our living room. She was loved by every guest in our home and returned the love right back. Roan will miss her Bugger sleeping on her chest every night. The house just will never be the same without her! We didn’t expect how fleeting our time would be with our middle-aged diva, but we find peace of mind knowing that her final months and days were filled with endless pets and hanging out with the girls. A Gentle Rest made a challenging time as smooth as possible, and we appreciate the service provided immensely.
-Roan, Bridget, Aleshia, and Mack

""Cali"

❤️ Farewell, Sweet Cali ❤️

In loving memory of our beloved Cali, who crossed the rainbow bridge on Friday. She was more than just a pet, she was family, and her gentle nature touched our hearts in ways that words cannot express.

Cali, with her regal charm and elegant crossed paws, brought joy and comfort to our lives for 16 beautiful years. She welcomed our daughter into the world, even if she wasn't quite sure what to make of this tiny bundle of joy at first. As time went on, they formed an unbreakable bond, and our daughters love for cats blossomed thanks to Cali's sweet influence.

But it was Patrick, Cali's favorite human, who held a special place in her heart. Night after night, she sought solace in curling up beside him, bringing warmth and love to their shared moments.

Although Cali has passed, her memory will forever live on in our hearts. She taught us the true meaning of unconditional love, loyalty, and the joy that can be found in the company of a furry friend.

Rest in peace, dear Cali. You will be dearly missed, but never forgotten. May you find eternal happiness in kitty heaven, where you can frolic and play like the baby kitten you always were in our hearts.
-Kathryn & Patrick O.

""Selina"

In Loving Memory of Selina
2/16/10 (born 2009) - 2/1/24

In September of last year, Seli was diagnosed with kidney disease and anemia. Though it was a bit of a lifestyle change, we spent the last 5 months making the rest of her days as comfortable as possible.

Our sweet little girl, Selina, crossed peacefully over the rainbow bridge on February 1, 2024. She passed quietly in our arms, surrounded by her pawrents and sister, Sammi, knowing just how much she's loved.

February 16th would have been your 14th "Gotcha Day," and you would have been about 15 years old. Even though you lived a long, full, happy life with us, 14 years was not enough time. Words cannot express how sad we are and how much we miss you, brownie bite.

I remember the first time I saw you while working at Presidio Way. I walked past your cage and did a double take. Your name tag said, "Cookie," and you were the cutest little, kitty I'd ever seen, with the most stunning, piercing blue eyes.  Apparently, you were adopted from a shelter, but got away from your original owner and was found out in a field by yourself somewhere. After a week or two of waiting, nobody claimed you. On February 16, 2010, I got to take you home to Sammi, Grammy and Grampy. You and Sammi would have been cute as "Cookies & Cream," but Selina (Kyle) was a much better name for you.

I always wondered what happened during the first year of your life bc you were sooo shy and skittish. However, you warmed up to me instantly. And after a couple of months of hissing, you and Sammi became best cuddle buds.

You were a night owl, just like me.  You loved to snuggle and keep me company while I stayed up all night playing video games or crafting and watching shows. You liked to wait until everyone else went to sleep (even Sammi) before you would run up and down the hall, trilling and playing by yourself.  Once everyone was up, you were back to shy, little Sel-Bel.

In 2014, the 3 of us moved in with your dad. It was an adjustment from our old home with Grammy & Grampy, but the 4 of us bonded more than ever.

A few of my favorite memories of you:
- The way you trilled every time someone walked by you, just to let them know you're there.
- How you would follow me from room-to-room and trill to let me know you're there, too, especially in the dark so I don't step on you.
- Always dressed to impress with your little suit and adorable white gloves and socks on.
- The best snuggler and biscuiter.
- How much you loved to be brushed and massaged. The way you pushed your head into all the scritches and love.
- The way you demanded baths from Sammi by putting your head under her mouth and waiting, even when she was asleep.
- So sweet, gentle and affectionate, you wouldn't hurt a fly.
- How creative you were in waking us up in the morning for breakfast. Instead of meowing like Sammi, you would find things in the room to smack around.
- How you loved to cuddle with all of your favorite toys while you slept.
- Your funny and strange obsession with licking nylon straps to let me know you're hungry.
- How you were so clumsy for a cat! One time, I let you jump out of my arms, about 1-2 feet off the floor. Somehow, you managed to land on your side and break your canine tooth!  That's how you earned the nickname, "Snags"

Seli, you were my heart ...my late night snuggle buddy, my little shadow. I wasn't ready to lose you so soon. I am so heartbroken, I miss you more than words can say. I love you forever, my little one. 'Til we meet, again, some day.
-Lauren W. & Jeremy M.

"Clemons (Clemmie)"

We brought you home from Fresno, a four-hour drive away. You and your brother were just kittens, tiny male black Maine Coon mixes. I had never raised kittens before, and all the way home, you and your brother watched me big-eyed from the carrier. You both were quiet, just holding the grid of the door with your small paws. So good, you didn't cry at all the four hours going to your forever home.

When we arrived, you hid at first in the guest room, but soon ventured down the hallway and made a friend in George. You chose him, and you've been best friends since. Lying on his legs, purring as you watched old westerns or hitman movies, or racing up his body to chat, you were his little "chipmunk" cat with big, wide-open eyes and a feisty spirit.

You, the alpha cat, although weighing 3 pounds less than your brother, even caught 6 mice while Porter caught none! You paraded one down the hallway to show me in bed, but George telepathically persuaded you not to, so you trotted back to play with it (and eventually eat it) in the bathroom. You were inventive in your games, a playful jack-in-the-box popping up from the cat tree to catch the swinging bird toy. Just like that, with a pop, your arms outstretched.

When I finally went back to the office and came home late, you'd wait hours ahead in the hallway, sometimes racing down to greet me. You loved me, climbing onto my lap and kneading the granny square blanket and patting my chest, demanding pets. You'd sing, and sing, and sing, even now with lymphoma. Though your treads became lighter, your love for George remained. You purr and sing while lying on his legs and sleep with us at night.

My heart aches, Clemmie. You are our heart, and we love you so much. I'm not ready to let go. A few weeks ago, we were able to tempt you with prime rib from Original Joe's at Westlake and deli roast beef, but now you have touched very little. We'll open a new can of Fancy Feast Chicken Pate every hour if you will eat. You still sing for George, a beacon of love even in illness. Clemmie, please eat for his big kind heart.
-Priscilla L. & George R.

"Chaco"

Oct. 16, 2006 – Jan. 29. 2024
In loving memory of Chaco

At 17+ years, our beloved Chaco peacefully passed at home, with me, Peter and Lani, (his feline sister) by his side. Chaco (named after Chaco Canyon in New Mexico) had a heart of gold and was a very handsome brown, grey and tawny mackerel tabby.

We adopted him as a tiny kitten from the SPCA, at just 8 weeks old, and with the help of his feline brother - Tarka, he grew and learned to venture outdoors into our back yard, climbing trees, and sitting on the shed or fence soaking in the sun.

When he was younger, he loved the cat dancer toy and was graceful and light on his paws. With a curious spirit, he’d explore the garden, finding hidden places and treasures. A skilled mouser, Chaco (Boo Boo Kitty) sometimes brought his treats home. He also loved chasing rubber bands and even played fetch with me.

He was a little bit of a scaredy cat, and ultimately became a sweet homebody, finding comfort in our home with his sweetie, Lanikai. He still loved that sense of freedom and would race around the main floor picking up momentum, and then forcefully pushing open the back door.

Sweet, loyal, and playful, when Chaco was happy, he’d clank the food dishes or go crazy scratching the cat post, scattering cat nip everywhere. Fish was his absolute favorite treat, and he was always a social eater, waiting for pets and strokes before feasting.

A creature of habit, always visiting us at night, he’d circle the center of the bed 4 times before settling in. Then before lights out we’d say, “OK, good night little guy” and he’d bitch a little at us and jump off the bed. He was also my protector and at night when I’d go to the hot tub, he’d come outside and sit guard, being my nighttime sentry.

Near the end, at every Vet visit we’d hear, “he’s such a strong boy,” and then get a list of meds to give him. By his last day, he had lost nearly half his body weight, but was still bright eyed and providing head bumps and kisses.

Dear Chaco, our faithful feline guide and proud guardian taught us grounding and unconditional love. Chaco brought such deep joy to our lives, and his spirit is now free. He is dearly missed and will live forever in our hearts.
-Mae C. & Peter R.

"Jack"

August 26, 2004 - January 25, 2024

Rescued by the Woodside Priory staff from the feral cats living on the grounds. He was adopted by the Rodondi/Pekarek family along with his brother Bandit as a kitten. He lived his most of his life at the family home in Redwood City, CA, but moved to San Carlos, CA with Tony Pekarek for the last year of his life.
Jack is survived by his extended family, Tony Pekarek of San Carlos, Judy Rodondi, Jim Rodondi, Breva, Ben Pekarek, and Otto of Redwood City, Andrew Pekarek, Jenny Pekarek, Declan Pekarek, Maisie Pekarek and Luna of Groveland, CA, and Kevin Pekarek of Sutter Creek, CA. Jack was predeceased by Sam, Colby, and Bandit. Jack started off as an indoor cat but later got up the courage to explore the back yard and visit his favorite mini rose plant. Late in life he was diagnosed with chronic liver disease, and later chronic kidney disease, but fought these diseases with gusto under the watchful eye of Tony Pekarek. Jack loved to lay in the sunshine and hang out with his favorite humans. He loved Christmas time because of the Christmas tree and any time there was a present with tissue paper. His favorite foods were his gravy treats, chicken, and tuna. He was a sweet and gentle cat and will be missed.
-Tony P

"Bella"

In memory of our adorable little girl - Bella.

We adopted Bella in September 2015 from Milo Foundation when she was about 2 years old. She had the right amount of energy and playfulness for us. She was friendly to everyone, including other dogs. She really loved children and adored babies and they loved her.

Because of how she handled different situations, we would make up little stories of her experiences in her first 2 years – ballet dancer, soccer dog, landscaper assistant, therapist - among others.

She enjoyed going out to explore the world and trying new experiences. Hiking, backpacking, agility class, visiting friends and family, or just hanging out. She was natural at relaxing wherever we went, so we could take her to outdoor restaurants and to church. She was always by our sides, taking care of and supervising us. She adored us and we adored her.

Our favorite place to visit was Fort Bragg, California, where we could find dog-friendly hotels and restaurants. We always had fun at the beach and around town. Bella was really a lovely model for Evelyn’s photography because she was so adorable with any backdrop. When at home, our favorite time was “Coffee Time” when we would hang out in our garden patio cafe and watch the birds and enjoy each other’s company before starting our day. Bella brought such joy to us and everyone she met. Whether it be family, friends, or strangers on the street, everyone loved Bella the Border Collie.

In early 2023, Bella was diagnosed with kidney disease, and we took care of her until she completely stopped eating in December. After her Christmas meal of Cornish game hen, she refused any more food and told us that was her last meal. She was tired and ready for her final rest.

We would like to acknowledge the guidance and care that we got from the staff at San Marin Animal Hospital. With their help, we were able to enjoy Bella’s company for 10 more months. We also would like to thank Dr. Rozycki and Lori at A Gentle Rest who were so caring in every step of this difficult time. It is with heavy hearts that we must announce Bella’s passing on December 27, 2023. She is now with the angels in heaven, dancing and singing until we meet again. We miss her so much.

-Evelyn & Bill E.

"Manish"

Monday, November 6th, God took our beloved Manish home. 13 years ago, Manish was adopted from the SPCA when she was almost one year old. Found as a stray in
Bakersfield, and with the name Olivia at the time, Manish was a beautiful Labrador mix with an impressive black coat. As soon as Anaperla met her, Manish brought her a ball and placed her head on her shoulder, quickly on her way to becoming the devoted and intelligent service dog that Anaperla needed after having brain surgery. Though she was on hold for another family at the time, that family did not return to adopt her and Manish, now named after Anaperla’s neurosurgeon, had gained a loving home and Anaperla gained a priceless companion.

Manish handled service dog training like a champ, helping Anaperla with balance,
picking up dropped objects, and making sure they knew the route home so they would not get lost. Besides being extremely smart, Manish was very social. She loved people and other animals, especially her favorite black cat friend named 3 toed John Kennedy. She loved all kinds of food, but especially carrots and apples, and she loved to roll in the grass. Manish was blessed to have wonderful volunteer dog walkers, especially Louise who visited and walked Manish for over 11 years. Both Manish and Anaperla are eternally grateful for all the help and support they received from Pets Are Wonderful Support who provided food delivery, dog walkers, and medical care for Manish.

Manish, you will be missed and we hope that you have found peace and comfort. Please know how much you were loved.
-Anaperla A.

"Rocky"

Yesterday, Patrick & I said goodbye to our first dog, Rocky. He was our best friend & loving family member. He transitioned peacefully in our backyard, snoring cutely at 11.5yrs old. He brought smiles to so many. I’m grateful we got to experience many of them as we walked around with Rocky. No matter where we traveled with him — SF, St. Helena, Canada or roadtrips around the western US, Rocky would earn fans. Pat & I used to say that we were living in Rocky’s world as his entourage. More people know him by name (and us by association). He had so many strangers take photos of him, admire his paws, compliment his haircut, utter baby noises as they walked by, obsess over his soft fur, think he’s a puppy or ask us questions about him.
Friends, Family and strangers bestowed many nicknames upon Rocky — FuzzyBear, Rockstar, Rocco, Sir Rocksalot, Floofball, Rock, Rockster, Bud, Hollywood. He was even once dubbed, “The Sexiest Dog in SF” by a regular at Neighbor’s Corner. He was a sweet boy with lots of silly habits. He loved his walks and maybe even more than walks, he loved food. Rocky memorized all the store owners who gave him treats no matter if in SF or St. Helena and insisted on stopping by daily. When he was younger and we were less experienced dog parents, Rocky stole people’s sandwiches or interrupted picnics (to our embarrassment), and thankfully when they saw Rocky, forgave him. He knew how to win people over.
He had a short haircut because it cut down on the shedding and he loved to swim. Our walker told us that in all her years of experience, Rocky is the only dog that she’s had to swim out into the SF Bay for because she couldn’t get him to come back. He was also a strong doggo. He survived one round of cancer which first showed up 1.5 yrs ago, and was declared cancer-free last August. It surprised us all that an intermittent, hairball cough that happened over a couple of days turned out to be an aggressive form of lung cancer. Up until yesterday morning, he was still in love with food and became a foodie. Pat turned into his personal chef, spoiling him with two carcasses worth of chicken bone broth, chicken & rice, steak, puppy ice cream, pumpkin and Mishka dog cakes. As he got weaker, we hand-fed him all the things. We sang & celebrated his birthday many days over the last week (Rocky loved celebrating birthdays because it meant he got to eat dog cake too).
He was loved by so many people including Jennifer, Wendy, Ron, Enoch, Nicole, Steve, Julie, David, Deb, Peter, Jennifer, Fred, Vu, Jeany, and many others. We’re grateful that we learned of his terminal lung cancer while at home in order to provide the best care for him until the end. We’re grateful that he had so many people care for him and us. He got multiple visitors from all parts of his life sharing their stories with him this past week (former sitters, walkers, friends, family, even our dry cleaner that he visited frequently). It was so touching to experience, and we’re so glad Rocky happily recognized each person too. He got lots of pets, hugs & kisses. The house feels so quiet without his presence. Even though he wasn’t a loud dog (never barked), I loved hearing his footsteps coming up the stairs to my side of the bed to wish me good morning after his breakfast. He would put his head on the bed and stare at me until I woke up and gave him his morning head rubs. He often was by my side, sometimes my foot warmer when working at my desk or my couch buddy when I was I was reading. I’ll really miss these little moments and the way he looked at me.
For now, I hope to see him in my dreams and will love him in my heart forever.
Breathe & rest well, Rocky. I’m grateful to have had so many adventures with you.
-Cat L. & Patrick H.

"Dori"

Dori Whitney Bunny Bixler Maggie Malone Rodriguez Peña Jones

Our lovely fluff fury crossed the rainbow bridge yesterday. People tell us that she was lucky to have us, but really, we were so damn lucky to have her enter our lives with so much love, energy, fieriness, and confidence. If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t nearly have the community of friendship we found at Duboce Park.

So many people describe their dog as the best dog ever, and boy she wasn’t, but she was unapologetically amazing. We used to call Dori “I do what I want” Jones and our Angel Baby Devil Child. She was the Maltese of all maltase’s, she was the boss of Duboce Park, the Sheriff who rallied other dogs to whatever cause she felt was right, whether it was harassing a poor beleaguered large dog who was running around or trying to run off those pesky children. She never lost the battle of being the alpha to any dog small or large despite all odds. We can all learn something from her confidence, bravery, and how she loved life and us so fiercely.

We are comforted in the thought she is with her pack now: her bestie Mattie, her body-guard Brady, her guru Chester, her spiritual twin Schnitzel and her boyfriend’s Chair & Gizmo, amongst all the other great dogs who crossed before. She was loved by so many other people besides us and I’m sure that Nana and Laurie were there to greet her and give her all the love and cariños until we can give them ourselves. We know her energy and her fierce little bark that once made burglars go away is back.

Thank you to mom for being the best grandma ever, your princepessa loved you with all her heart. Also, to Joaquin and Cecile for being there to hold us when she passed, and all our/her family and friends who have been supporting us through this. Finally, we are grateful to A Gentle Rest/Dr. Sahaghian for allowing her to leave us peacefully in the home she always guarded.

We will love and miss you always our dear little girl.
-Deanna & Valerie J.

"Baphy"

Baphy was in our lives for six years, more than half of her life. When I found her at the SPCA she had gone unadopted for five years because she was a black adult cat. I fell in love with her before I even met her when I saw her online. Her name on the website was “Calliope”, but I had forgotten it upon arrival of my adoption appointment and kept asking for the cat “Cantaloupe” and thankfully they knew who I was asking for. She jumped in my lap and was so incredibly sweet. They offered to show me other cats but I was set. They waived all the adoption fees because she had been there so long. I still can’t believe it. She was my first pet; I was 21 years old and recently graduated from college when I took her home. Her devilish personality came through immediately and I changed her name to Baphomet, Baphy for short. That year I met my, now, partner. And they also fell in love. The first time Oliver saw Baphy, Ollie asked: “is that a little fur hat?” But it was just Baphy curled up on their jacket sleeping. Baphy lived in three different apartments with us over six years, as we made our way as young adults in San Francisco.

Baphy was incredibly intelligent and mischievous. She understood how to open and close doors, so we had to baby proof (or cat proof) everything! There were multiple times we thought she was missing (and once we even cut open a mattress, we thought she might’ve been stuck in, just to look everywhere!!) when she had really just let herself into a cabinet or drawer to get a snack. She was incredibly food motivated and always ate like a starving medieval peasant, I kid you not! Often, we would have to put her in another room while we ate (or her sister, Salem, ate) or else she would steal food. She has stolen many loaves of Challah in her life.

Other things she loved included: jumping/sitting on shoulders, trying to drink from the toilet bowl, her pink flamingo toy she would toss in the air and catch, sleeping on bellies, windowsill naps, walks in tall grass, any type of bread, doing back flips with the laser pointer, and generally being a silly little goober.

Baphy was more than a devilish, little cat (or rather big cat) - she was also one of our first steps into adulthood. We were able to give this sweet creature a wonderful life and in turn she gave us a really wonderful life. I truly believe in another life, in another dimension, in another universe (whatever that may be) she is also our companion.

All cats go to heaven :)
-Seth K. & Oliver D.

"Blade"

We said goodbye to our sweet boy Blade on September 1 at 2PM. He was the light and joy of our lives and every moment with him was a gift. It has been a month but his presence is still felt so strongly. We truly miss him with all our hearts.

We adopted Blade from a shelter in Redding, Ca. a few days before Christmas 2010. His name at the shelter was Lonesome! Maybe a marketing ploy, maybe not, but he surely seemed sad in that cage. He had been found as a stray. They said that if he had not been adopted, he most likely would have been euthanized the following week. I like to think that he was waiting for us and by some miracle we found each other. His name was changed to Blade that day because of the white lightening mark on his snout and he was Lonesome no more. Blade came home to our little dog Gavin and our cats at the time, Noley and Zachary. He was immediately welcomed into the pack and Gavin and him remained inseparable until Blade’s death. Since Blade’s passing Gavin has noticeably been grieving and we hope time will heal but 13 years of continual togetherness have clearly left a mark on him.

Blade loved his ball, he lit up in the presence of a ball and his intensity was unmatched. He was truly an athletic superstar. He caught the ball in his mouth with ease and man could he run. More than one stranger would make the comment “that dog should play outfield for the Giants!”. He was my running partner and we would run side by side. He loved Golden Gate Park, Stern Grove, Crissy Field, Point Isabel and most of all Fort Funston. So many memories, he loved chasing his ball, running on the beach and swimming in the ocean and the river. Most of all he loved me and Peter, his brother Gavin, and I’m pretty sure he even loved our cat, Nicholas.

We found out Blade had cancer and a bad heart murmur in December 2022 and the doc predicted he maybe had a couple months left, we were blessed with several more than that. Saying goodbye to him on September 1 was brutal but it was time and it was our last gift to him. We are so grateful to A Gentle Rest and Dr. Gorczyca for their kindness and that he passed at home surrounded by the love of his family.

On that last day we spent the morning at his beloved Fort Funston where Blade chased his ball a few more times and got his feet wet in the ocean. He never once dropped his ball until it was time to go back to the car.

I read somewhere recently that having a pet you love as much as we loved Blade, you have many wonderful days and one terrible day. Thank you A Gentle Rest and Dr. Gorczyca for making the terrible day a little easier. Thank you Blade for being the best dog ever and our loyal companion. I know you didn’t want to leave us but we will be ok and you will always be with us. In the sunset, in the waves, in a random wildflower you will be there.
Erik A. & Peter P.

"Fally"

About a week ago, we said goodbye to our sweet, sassy Lady Fal. Falmouth (Fally) came into our lives through serendipity. We walked past a dog adoption event months before we planned to adopt. When we met Fally, we knew she was meant to be in our family. She was smart and engaging - smiling and turning towards admirers as they complimented her. She had soulful light yellowish-brown eyes that told you there was much more to her than just her cute exterior.

Fally had grown up in a construction site and was recently rescued from a kill shelter in the Carolinas. We hated thinking about her living on the streets, but it shaped how fierce, tough, and sassy she was and how much she appreciated and adored us.

Growing up on the streets, she was used to pack dynamics. She was a true alpha, looking out for her pack and keeping order. But she had terrible separation that eventually led us to adopt her feisty, fun little brother, Ernie (a fellow rescue). Fally attended doggie daycare a few days a week. She thought she was one of the “big dogs” and refused to hang out with anyone less than double her size.

She welcomed into her pack three human brothers and assumed the responsibility of overseeing their safety as well. She could always be found near one or more family members, never going upstairs for the night until the last family member was ready to go up as well.

An adventurous and confident explorer, Fally saw so much of the US. In her 15.5-16.5 years, she saw 27 states, 11 national parks, had 7 human and non-human siblings, a handful of inner circle members, and touched countless lives for the better.

She has been living with Cushing’s for the past ~5 years and was known by her brothers as a hyena who would steal all food and water within reach. She was still joining us for hikes as recently as the past month and had a lot of pep in her step despite a face full of white fur. She celebrated the 12th year anniversary of walking down the aisle for our wedding but took a turn around 4am the following day. She reached her time to join her dog and hermit crab brothers and so many of her friends who have already crossed over the rainbow bridge.

She is survived by her parents, 3 human brothers, and 21-year-old cat sister. She leaves a permanent mark on our hearts like the adorable blue paw print tattoo on her tongue. We will never be the same without her but will forever feel her love.
-Terry, Chris, Evan, Ollie & Cole

"Lili"

Rest in peace to our beloved Lili.

We rescued Lili over 14 years ago when we were still teenagers, almost half of our existence on this planet. She shaped us more than we can comprehend.

Her love for everyone was immense. She loved guests and her lifelong human friends.

Her favorite things were: Cuddling under the blankets, taking over our pillows at night, poking us in the face while we slept, her feather toy, trying to steal our dinners (especially pizza), and a great snuggle.

We are so honored to have cared for her, to be loved by her, and to have gotten the chance to spend her last days with her. She spent her final days eating her favorite snacks: potato chips, pizza crust, gravy, a stick of butter and Häagen-Dazs.

We love her with our everything and she's forever irreplaceable. There is a very long, painful Lili shaped hole in our hearts.

Mom and Dad will miss you, our sweet girl.
- Juliana, Kurt & Megatron

"Sweetpea"

Sweetpea dies at nearly 25 years of age.

Sweetpea’s urn arrived today which signals the end of her physical presence for me. Her spirit and memories I hope will stay with me forever. While the return of her ashes can be considered the end, the beginning started in 2009. I saw a piece on channel 3 news where cats and dogs where brought in from Pets In Need to promote adoptions etc. I had lost a stray cat (Fluffy) to cancer in 2007 that adopted me in 1999 and was considering acquiring another cat. On the Pets In Need website I noticed Sweetpea who looked just like Fluffy. Reading Sweetpea’s bio I noticed she had been in the shelter for over 3 years and felt so sorry for her. Pets In Need had acquired her from the Humane Society of Silicon Valley in 2006. So on October 23, 2009, I went to Pets In Need and saw her perched atop a 7 foot cat tree in a communal room with about 10 other cats. After observing them for about 20 minutes I realized Sweetpea wanted nothing to do with the other cats. She just stayed atop that cat tree looking forlorn. My heart went out to her as I remembered she had been there over 3 years. I decided to take her and hoped to give her a better life. Pets In Need were glad that someone was willing to give her a chance at a normal “cats” life. They were so thankful they waived the adoption fee and gave me a bag of Hills Science cat food and sent us on our way.

Sweetpea’s transition to a normal cat life took time. She hid in a closet the first week coming out to eat after I went to sleep. I got her a 7 foot cat tree as I remembered the one she had at Pets In Need. Slowly but surely she came out of her shell. Enjoying sunbaths and looking at the animal life thru the windows to slowly venturing outside. I don’t know if she had experienced the outdoors in her previous life and it took her a while before she would actually step outside. When she finally did it was a joy to watch her as she sniffed and explored what it had to offer. The look in her eyes was heartwarming as I sensed she truly loved each new sensation. She felt safe in the fenced in backyard and would go out on her own, but would only go out front if I was with her and only after dark. It was as if I am black and no one can see me and I can use my ninja skills in the dark. We went for walks at night around the neighborhood with her always making sure I was nearby. Which was fine by me as I was worried she might not understand cars. Once someone called the cops on us thinking I was a burglar as I always had a flashlight as we explored the neighborhood. I miss her sitting by the front door as it grew dark as I knew she wanted to go out for her nightly walks. It was if she was saying “come on dad lets go out”. Although Sweetpea was not a cuddler she could always make me smile. From running to the top of her cat tree or playing dead fish (as I called it) rolling from side to side and wanting me to rub her belly. She had become a cat again enjoying all that it offered in a safe place she could call home. In 2017 a routine blood test prior to a dental procedure indicated her kidneys were starting to fail. Over the next 6 years she had sub q treatments 3 times a week and continued to live her best life with some ups and downs along the way. It was not till the last year where her outside ventures became less frequent. I think she was starting to feel her age, but she still loved rolling over on her back and side for belly rubs and following the sunbeams.

In October of 2022 on her “gotcha” day, I reached out to Pets In Need to tell them about Sweetpea and that she was 21 years old based on the information I had and her time to cross the rainbow bridge was near. They responded that they had records that indicated she was 23 years and 11 months!!! If they are correct that would make her nearly 25 years old at the time of her passing on August 6, 2023.

I was fortunate to be able to offer Sweetpea a ceremonial ending through A Gentle Rest with Dr. Ken Gorczyca in her home. We reviewed he rich life story on her death bed. She was able to remain comfortably on her bed and we gave her a gentle ending that she deserved.

So goodbye my dear girl. Thank you for all the head bumps, soft tongue licks and company. I am comforted that I gave you a chance to live not only along life, but your best life with all the love and care you deserved. I will miss you dearly “fluffy butt” (especially your soft purrs) but never forget.
-Burt L.

"Stella"

Stella 2009-Aug 22, 2023
A most lovely dog. She loved people. She loved parties and made everyone feel welcome with her eyes and her tail. She changed many non-dog folks to now having their own. She chases birds at the beach, pinecones at the park and loved to snuggle.
I miss the heart of our house terribly. But I know the last few months were difficult and she passed with the grace she had in life. Thank you, Dr Robert. RIP my beauty girl….
-Vinita, Benoit, Maxim & Gita L.

"Katrina"

For my sweet girl, Katrina.
Katrina was with me for half of my life. I knew from the moment I saw her at my local SPCA, the only surviving cat of her litter, that she was meant for me. She had no name, and with my love for fairytale characters, I gave her the name Katrina Thumbalina, her small stature and daintiness worthy of that surname. She never learned a proper meow. She had the most unique and adorable squeak that brought a smile to your face every time you heard it. She was born with adult sized bat-like ears that took some growing into and made her look even smaller than she was. She was my whole heart. I had her for 15 years. When we lost her adopted brother, Merlin, who was with me for 16 years and for all of her 13 years at that point, we had each other to get through it. As I suffered health struggles and eventual organ transplants, she was right there with me, offering endless support and unconditional love. She was my true love and soul kitty. My Chicken Head and my Teeny Beeb. Her spot in bed feels achingly empty, but I am comforted when I remember the feeling of her pressed beside me.
-Matison D.

"Jasper Grimm"

Jasper Grimm Stampfl knew he was loved and had tons of treats until the very end.
He was our best boy, travel buddy, cheese connoisseur, napping buddy, foodie, water dog, apple picker, husky detector, squirrel and raccoon chaser, gopher hunter (and eater), food taster, anxiety reducer and sous-chef. He was a big brother to Cookie Monster James and his walking companion. He loved licking children in their face and knocking skaters off their boards. More than anything in the world he loved his people. He was an extrovert living in a house of introverts. Until the very end, he was energized by people whether he knew them or not.

We feel very fortunate to have so many supporters in our lives, especially the last few weeks. He has seen many of his friends the past few weeks and he knew how deeply he was loved and showed them how much they meant to him. He touched the hearts of so many in so many ways. Thank you to those of you near and far for your support.
-Monica & Kevin S.

"Bella"

In Loving Memory of our Beloved Companion, Bella (aka “Belly” and “Bella Bug”)

It is with heavy hearts that we bid farewell to our dear friend and cherished companion, Bella, who brought boundless joy and unconditional love to our lives for fifteen wonderful years. Bella passed away peacefully in her backyard, under the maple tree, on June 4, 2023. Her entire family was with her as she took her final breath. She leaves behind a trail of beautiful memories and a profound impact on all who had the pleasure of knowing this incredible canine.

On July 8, 2008, Bella, the 9 week old puppy, came into our home and immediately captured the hearts of our family, and quickly established herself as an inseparable part of our lives. That morning, when we went to Marin Humane and picked her out of a litter that had been abandoned in a field, it was evident that Bella possessed a spirit as free as the wind, a zest for life that was infectious, and an uncontainable enthusiasm for exploring the great outdoors.

Marin County and Lake Tahoe were Bella’s homes. These picturesque landscapes provided the backdrop for countless adventures, where she could roam freely and partake in her favorite activities. Bella reveled in the rolling hills of Marin County, where she would sprint with abandon, chasing the wind and embracing the thrill of the open terrain. The mornings were her favorite time of day when she would meet up with her canine buddies and hike the hills of the Sleepy Hollow/Terra Linda Divide. The hills echoed with their joyful barks and the patter of their paws, creating a symphony of pure canine bliss.

But it was in the breath-taking beauty of Lake Tahoe that Bella found true nirvana. The crystal-clear waters and majestic mountains became her playground, a haven of serenity and adventure. Bella would bound through lush forests, explore hidden trails, and leap into the cool waters with uninhibited delight. She was a creature of absolute freedom, in tune with nature, and forever grateful for the opportunity to experience such splendor.

Beyond her love for the great outdoors, Bella possessed an unparalleled capacity for love and companionship. Her wagging tail and warm, soulful eyes could light up even the darkest days, bringing solace and comfort to all who sought her presence. Bella had an innate ability to understand the depths of the human heart, offering unwavering support, and showering those around her with boundless affection.

As we mourn the loss of our dear friend, we find solace in the memories we shared with Bella. We remember her as a loyal and loving soul who taught us the importance of living life to the fullest and embracing the beauty of our surroundings.

Her legacy will forever remain etched in our hearts, reminding us to appreciate the simple pleasures and find joy in the wonders of nature.

As we bid farewell to Bella, we take comfort in knowing that she has found eternal peace, running through the green hills and frolicking on the shores of Lake Tahoe in doggy paradise.

We will forever cherish the time we had with her, and the memories of her exuberant spirit will continue to inspire us in our own journeys.

Rest in peace, dear Bella. You were more than a pet; you were family, and your memory will forever be engraved in our hearts.

“With every hill you raced and every splash you made, you taught us to savor life’s simplest pleasures. Run free, dear friend, and know that you will never be forgotten.”
-Lisa & David C.

"Oliver"

I had to say goodbye to my souldog, Oliver, after almost 15 years together. I remember seeing his photo online and I blurted out “That’s my dog and his name is Oliver.” And it was! When I picked him up, a little scared munchkin only 8 weeks old, I said – you don’t know it yet, but we are going to be best friends. And that was the beginning of the greatest love I’ve ever experienced.

Affectionately known as “Snuggie,” nicknamed by his human “cousins,” he wasn’t particularly snuggly himself, but his fur was VERY soft, and he absolutely LOVED people – mostly for the treats and attention they could provide. We moved a lot, Oliver drove with me cross-country four times, lived in five states, and made friends wherever we went. Especially in the last few years, where his mobility waned, we could only really walk one full block. You better believe we knew every single person (and dog) on that block. People would stop to take photos with him, even pulled their cars off the road to ask me what kind of magical creature it was that I had with me. He had that effect on people.

Despite his curmudgeonly attitude (was he becoming deaf in his old age or just done listening to me?), he was very well trained and behaved, even passing the AKC Canine Good Citizen test – being so food motivated definitely helped (bring on the cheese!).

Although he had been very sick for a few years, he always seemed to bounce back and get better. Unfortunately, it finally caught up to us, but he never lost his hilarious attitude. To be able to say goodbye at home was absolutely priceless, it's a treasured memory that I will never forget. I held him in my arms and played the song “Oliver James” by Fleet Foxes and read the poem “Death Is Nothing At All” by Henry Scott Holland.

In that poem it says “Let my name be ever the household word that it always was …. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?” And I promise you, my baby boy, you will always be close, in heart, mind and spirit.

Thank you for 15 wonderful years, my sweet potato. I miss you every day.
~Francesca C.

"Jersey"

Our Jersey girl crossed the rainbow bridge on June 26th, 2023 after filling our hearts with 17 years of love. She was just a shy pup afraid of her own shadow when we adopted her. She was very smart and quickly passed her obedience training courses with high honors, but remained painfully suspicious of humans she didn’t know, and would let out a hilarious high pitched rooster-like bark if a stranger got too close. She quickly bonded with our 10 year old lab who patiently showed her the ropes for two years before we had to let him go. Our hearts were broken but Jersey was there to help us heal.

Years later Jersey was there to help us welcome our son and daughter and became the defacto vacuum cleaner of whatever food they dropped. She was our faithful companion wherever we went, and loved to ride with us in the car. She was happy to play in all the great San Francisco dog parks, and big unneutered males particularly tickled her fancy. She never loved the noise of living in the city but in her later years (thanks to the pandemic) she was able to enjoy retirement in Tahoe. At 14 years old she was hiking up steep trails and chasing squirrels like a puppy and one day she even chased a bear out of our yard. We are so grateful she was able to live out her senior years with such energy and joy. She lived an incredibly long and full life, and lived mostly pain- and disease-free until about six months ago. Rather than risk pain and suffering for a little extra time with us, we made the very difficult decision to let her go.

At the recommendation of friends, I contacted A Gentle Rest. Dr. Sahaghian came to our home and with the utmost sincerity explained the process step by step. He shared stories of his own beloved pets and was so caring and understanding during this difficult time. And rather than remain stoic, it was comforting and heartening to see him act transparently with his own feelings. We are beyond grateful that our sweet Jersey girl was surrounded by our love in our own home and that we were all able to be with her and watch her gracefully move on. Dr. Sahaghian was absolutely wonderful throughout the whole process. We are so thankful for him and the services A Gentle Rest provides.

Our hearts are slowly mending. We will always remember your sweet face, loving eyes, soft fur, funny bark, and gentle soul. Farewell Jersey girl, our needle nosed nibbler, we hope you’re playing with Teddy once again. Nibs bibs loves kibs!
-Julie, James, Evan & Alex

"Bianca"

Bianca, you were the sweetest, kindest, most affectionate cat I’ve ever known. You’d tuck me in at night and tuck me in in the morning too - which made it really hard to get out of bed! You’d disrupt my Zoom meetings by crawling onto my lap, you’d chirp for your breakfast while I was making my coffee, you’d cuddle up on any horizontal body part and nuzzle me with your cute little head. I will miss all of those things and all the other ways you enriched my life in the four short years I got to know you.

Little pumpkin, I knew we were on borrowed time since your cancer diagnosis a year and a half ago but losing you is still so hard. The house feels sad and empty without your presence. I hope you’re curled up in a sunbeam somewhere with your brother Mickey. I’ll miss you forever.
-Lori S.

"Sofie"

Our dear, sweet Sofie came into our lives in late 2019 and it was the best Christmas and birthday surprise I could ever ask for. Our other dog, Charlie, suffers from severe separation anxiety. My husband, Wayne, and I had just adopted him from Dogwood Animal Rescue Project three months earlier, in September, 2019. I had fostered a dog from Muttville for one week before we decided to bring home Charlie as the new member of the family. I thought maybe if I foster another Muttville dog during the holidays it would be good for both that dog and Charlie.

We didn’t have any plans to adopt another dog but Sofie changed all of that. When we showed up at Muttville in the late afternoon on November 24, to check out a foster dog, the volunteer took one look at Charlie and said, ‘I got just the dog for you.’ I followed her into one of the rooms and saw a scared little white and black dog hiding under a desk in the corner. I couldn’t make her out but could tell she was a small dog. I’ve never had a small dog before but there’s always a first for everything. Muttville named her ‘Debbie Gibson’ and she was rescue #7588. It was obvious why the volunteer selected Sofie. She looked like a mini Charlie except for the big ears. Her breed looked familiar, those ears! It dawned on me she was a Papillon. I don’t see a lot of Papillons or knew much about them so fostering one would be a learning experience.

While in foster, I had to bring Sofie back to Muttville for a scheduled check-up. As I was leaving the room, she didn’t want to let go of me. As I walked away, I could hear her crying and I felt so bad I wanted to take her back. She had grown attached to us in the two weeks we fostered her and we had fallen in love with the little dog who had so much spunk and energy. All I wanted was to love and take care of this bundle of joy with health issues. The moment I left her was the moment I knew Sofie belonged with our family. We took her home the following day, as soon as it was okay for us to pick her up. She thought we had abandoned her. She was hiding once again in the corner of the room. When I called for her, it took her a few seconds to realize it was me and I had come back for her. She was so excited to leave, once we were outside, she couldn’t wait to get in our car. She was pulling me and knew right away which one was our car. A few days later, we made it official and adopted her on December 7.

Sofie had some health issues since we’ve had her but they were always manageable. She was very resilient and always bounced back. She didn’t act like a senior dog. She was so full of energy, playful, vocal and went for long walks with us around Nob Hill, Russian Hill, Chinatown and the wharf. Wayne and I love that we were able to take Sofie and Charlie around the neighborhood and on long drives without any problems. The four of us have been to Yosemite, Santa Barbara, St. Helena, Healdsburg, Sonoma, Dillon Beach, Mendocino, and countless drives to Half Moon Bay, Pacifica and the Sonoma Coast.

We have so many joyful memories with Sofie in the three years she was with us. We were meant to be together so the hardest part was saying goodbye, not having her around for me to hug, kiss and carry, to sit on our laps, to play with Charlie, to take her on walks. I always told people how easy it was to have her. Sofie was everything I’ve wanted in a dog. The volunteer at Muttville was right when she told me she got just the dog for us.

And for such a small dog and given our short time together, Sofie left a very big hole in our hearts, especially mine.
-Heidi F. & Wayne S.

"Buddy"

We found Buddy when we weren’t even looking. In that moment, he found his forever family. Easily making the transition from Los Angeles to San Francisco, he wasted no time turning our house into a home. We hadn’t had a kitty cat in our home for a long time so he had his work cut out for him making sure everything was soft and comfortable, checking for toys and malleable, cozy beds plus treats for playtime. Since our Buddy was a Maine Coon cat, he would schedule cuddling and lap warming sessions throughout the day, showing up on time, ready to serve. He always made sure we were comfortable but if you were having a tough day, he could sense that and would really lean into you with healing vibrations. If you were crying, it felt like he was crying too. Buddy was loving and empathic to people and animals. Just like Golden Retriever dogs excel as service companions, Maine Coon cats excel as service companions and Buddy really took that to heart.

Buddy was a lot of fun to be with. He loved to start his day with us listening to music, the ocean, forest or the birds and the bees. He appreciated the view from his apartment and would spend hours watching and listening to the seagulls, seabirds, parrots, crows and red-tailed hawk. From another perch, he could look down to the street and watch the people and cars move around. He experienced so much joy from the simple things in life and I learned a lot from him. Other times, he would gallop up and down the hallway tossing unsuspecting toys up in the air in wild abandon, stopping only when he was completely out of breath. His favorite playmate and little sister is Olive, a Brown Tabby cat with green eyes, just like Buddy. They were inseparable and Olive would often just stare up at her Buddy with a look of love. They had a mutual respect and fondness for one another that you don’t always sense between cats. Now Olive is remembering Buddy with our family. It is hard right now, but each day gets easier.

In remembrance, always be aware of the light, the gifts and the teachers the universe sends your way. You might meet a big, beautiful black cat named Buddy who will change your life. You are always with us, Our Buddy Forever:)
-Steve W. & Stacy W.

"Bettina"

"Bettina Applebaum Eisenstark (2009 - 2023) was a tuxedo cat with delightful pink toe beans and a little white dot at the tip of her black tail. She was sometimes cranky, occasionally bossy, aggressively friendly (to guys), persistently hungry, and could always be counted on for a nighttime cuddle puddle with her mom Stacy.

Bettina had a good pal in her dad John, who gave her endless treats, took glamour shots for her social media, and encouraged her to get any and all birdies from the comfort of her window perch. Bettina repaid this treatment by sleeping on John's head....and leaving cat litter on his pillow.

Bettina, aka Beebo, Teen Teen, Teenie Beanie, The Teen Ween, did not meow so much as bark ("Meh!") at her mom--usually for food or to announce that it was time for everyone to go to bed. Bettina enjoyed getting baked in the sun, being combed, eating stinky wet food, and most of all, spending time in Glendale with her grandparents, who loved her dearly.

Bettina had a sister--a dog named Jazzy. It would be a stretch to say that they got along, but they learned to respect each other's space and ran a successful racket of bullying John for extra food.

After 14 of the bestest years we were truly so lucky to have, it was time for Bettina to move on. She was born in the Bay Area and lived most of her life here, but we know her feisty spirit has finally returned to a cozy apartment in College Station, Texas. She has wall-to-wall carpeting, all the steak and salmon she can eat, and a huge window bringing her blissful sunlight and all the birds she can chirp at, her tail twitching with joy.

We love you, Teen Teen. Put the birdies in the belly!
-Stacy E & John K

"Rocco"

TRIBUTE TO MY ROCCO, AKA THE KING AND LOVER

LOVE IS LOOKING INTO THOSE BIG BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYES AT THE SHELTER FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
LOVE IS BRINGING YOU HOME AND PROVIDING YOU A SAFE, WARM, AND NURTURING PLACE TO LIVE
LOVE IS WATCHING AS YOU BECAME THE KING RULING OVER YOUR SISTERS SUKI AND NEKKO
LOVE IS ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR YOU, DURING THE UP’S AND DOWN’S
LOVE IS WATCHING YOU GROW UP TO BE A BIG STRONG HANDSOME BOY, AND BEING SO VERY PROUD
LOVE IS SEEING YOU GREET US, PEERING AROUND THE STAIRS AS WE ARRIVE HOME
LOVE IS UNDERSTANDING WHEN YOU ATE THE HOUSEPLANTS AND CHRISTMAS TREE
LOVE IS BEING PATIENT AND CARING WHEN YOU DIDN’T FEEL GOOD
LOVE IS WATCHING YOU GROW OLDER
LOVE IS TRYING SO HARD TO FIND A CURE WHEN YOU WERE SICK
LOVE IS PROVIDING COMFORT CARE DURING YOUR FINAL DAYS
LOVE IS LOOKING INTO YOUR EYES AND KNOWING THAT IT WAS TIME TO SAY GOODBYE
LOVE IS LETTING GO
LOVE IS WHEN MY HEART HURTS SO MUCH THAT SOME DAYS I CAN’T BARE IT
LOVE IS HAVING MY HUSBAND THERE TO COMFORT ME AND TELL ME “IT WILL BE OK.”
LOVE IS MY TWO DOGS, BELLA AND COOPER WHO HAVE BEEN BY MY SIDE TO COMFORT ME.
LOVE IS THE WARM RIVER OF TEARS I CRY EVERY DAY
LOVE IS THE VOID I FEEL IN MY LIFE
LOVE IS MY ROCCO, HIS LOVE AND THE BOND BOTH DAD AND I SHARED WITH HIM IS IRREPLACEABLE.

IF YOU HAVE A PET, I ENCOURAGE YOU TO GIVE THEM EXTRA KISSES AND HUGS TODAY, IF YOU DON’T HAVE A PET, I ENCOURAGE YOU TO GO OUT AND GET ONE, THEY ENRICH OUR LIVES SO VERY MUCH, AND WHILE IT IS SO DIFFICULT TO LET THEM GO, THE SHORT TIME THEY ARE WITH US IS WORTH IT.
TO MY SPECIAL BOY, MAY YOU NOW REST EASY OVER THAT RAINBOW BRIDGE, UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN SOME DAY, KEEP HUNTING SPIDERS, RUN FREE WITH NO PAIN ANY LONGER.
LOVE YOUR FUR MOM AND DAD.
-Brent J & Kimberley C

"Giles"

Last week we had to say goodbye to our beloved Giles, a Border Collie-Brittany mix. It was a bright and beautiful sunny day and he was comfortable in his cozy bed with his loved ones at his side. We first met Giles when we picked him up at the airport after he flew from Wichita Falls where he was being fostered by an American Brittany Rescue group. He was a clumsy, skinny, adorable 4-month old pup when he joined our family and met his parents, sisters and fellow canine companion.

Giles brought joy to our home every single day! He was an extremely curious and quite intelligent dog who loved to learn and explore. He was always focused on the things that truly mattered in life, and he taught us to do the same. He loved us unconditionally and let us love him in return. We miss him dearly and his memory will live on in our hearts and in the hearts of all who knew him.
-Laurie P. & Brian F.

"Jada"

~Rest in Love Always, sweet Jada~
Almost 14 years ago I picked this gorgeous runt of the litter off a porch in the Bayview & became a Cat Mom. She was a fierce little thing who thought she was a dog, wasn’t afraid of a damn thing, and looked like a tiger until she finally grew some hair on her belly. She was a wild cat, a house cat, and (on occasion) a hell cat, but most of all she was just my baby Jada Cat- da Momma’s girl, the family pet that the kids adored & the only cat in the neighborhood that knew how to “sit” and “wait” for treats. She was there for me through some things & though I thought I had ultimately saved her, I remember realizing at some point that she had actually saved me. I love you and I’m excited for you to roam free, my good girl. No more pain, no more hiding, and no more medicine. Just your curious, playful, feisty spirit- exploring a better place. I’ll miss you every day & will give you belly rubs when I get there. Thanks for always being you & for all of your sweetness up until the very end. ❤️
-Angela L. & Sally L.

"Miss Coco"

We’re very sad to announce that we had to say goodbye to Miss Coco yesterday. She was surrounded by the verdancy of Spring, buzzing hummingbirds, songbirds, and the brightest blue sky. She passed comfortably in our arms as the breeze took her away. After nearly 13 years of love and life, this little creature gave it all to the very end. She came and left with the change of seasons 🍁🌼

If Miss Coco loved you, she loved you HARD. So many kisses, demands to play ball with her until she dropped, and comfort snoring in your ear. We feel grateful that we had the opportunity to be her moms.

Please give your furry ones a little extra love today. ❤️ 💔
-Valerie G. & Erin V.

in celebration of our amazing and wonderful companions...

""Mindy"

""Jax"

""Grizzly Bear"

""Toby"

""Amber"

""Rocky"

""Tupac"

""Bogart"

""Rue"

""Junior"

""Cali"

""River"

""Lucy"

""Mickey"

""Joey"

""Bella"

""Bugs"

""Cali"

""Selina"

"Clemons (Clemmie)"

"Chaco"

"Jack"

"Bella"

"Manish"

"Rocky"

"Dori"

"Baphy"

"Blade"

"Fally"

"Lili"

"Sweetpea"

"Stella"

"Katrina"

"Jasper Grimm"

"Bella"

"Oliver"

"Jersey"

"Bianca"

"Sofie"

"Buddy"

"Bettina"

"Rocco"

"Giles"

"Jada"

"Miss Coco"

"Ellington"