Memorials
Milo – July 2012
Lovingly written by the Vega’s
“I’m so emotional now I don’t know what to say. He was my friend. His demeanor was almost that of a human friend, he was so gentle yet a true canine when playful. Able to leap and jump to the point that I was taken back on his physical abilities. Always came by your side for company and companionship. He loved people. Would always smell the air outside by lifting his head up or smell a near by flower. When he would do that I saw him as a human. His behavior was mesmerizing at times. So quiet, so gentle. Yet protective during the night if he would hear someone close to the house. So many memories and things I can say. All the adventures I had with him all the funny things he did that made me laugh. The list goes on. The hide and seek games. Milo will never be forgotten. Never!”
The Rainbow Bridge
I wish the Rainbow Bridge had a phone
so I could hear your bark again.
I thought of you today, but that’s nothing new.
I thought of you yesterday and the day before that too.
All I have are memories and pictures in a frame.
I think of you in silence and often speak your name.
You will always be loved, never forgotten.
Passing On
When a dog finally passes on, there is an emptiness, a place in our heart that will never be filed again in exactly the way it was. Because no matter how many dogs we have over the years, each is a unique, a friend, and when they go away, our lives are changed forever in many small ways.
Steve Smith
On the Loss of Your Pet
There must be a heaven for the animal friends we love. They are not human yet they bring out our own humanity… sometimes in ways that other people cannot. They do not worry about fame or fortune… instead, they bring our hearts nearer to the joy of simple things. Each day they teach us little lessons in trust and steadfast affection. Whatever Heaven may be, there’s surely a place in it for friends as good as these.
Author Unknown
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Jamocha – May 2003
Lady Jamocha of San Felipe
A donation was made in loving memory of Jamocha by Jerry & Shirley Musik.
“Jamocha was the faithful and very much loved companion for 14 years of Jerri & Jim Van Beek, our daughter and son-in-law. I wish every dog could experience the abundant love and tender care that Jerri & Jim gave to Mocha. I hope this will in some way help another dog find a loving home.”
After Death
Farewell Master yet not farewell.
Where I go ye too shall dwell.
I am gone before your face,
A moment’s time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped,
Ye will wonder why ye wept.
by Edwin Arnold