The sentence “You left your paw prints on my heart” is a heartbreakingly accurate description of the impact of our beloved pet, Sweet Pea, on our lives. Sweet Pea was the embodiment of pure, unconditional love and we were so thankful for her. On awaking each morning, we felt such joy as she greeted us with incessant licking and playful antics. Each time we entered the house, she would wag her tail in a frenzy and lick us relentlessly. Each night we would go to sleep with peace and contentment, as we felt her warm little body next to us, and then sensed her as she burrowed progressively further down the bed. An integral part of every aspect of our lives, painful reminders of her loss are everywhere: in each room of the house where she so carefully arranged her multitude of squeaky toys (bought so that we could enjoy her delight in receiving them); in the living room containing her chest of drawers holding her numerous accessories and outfits (which she loved to model and over which she kept a vigilant eye), the dishes in which we cooked and served her food (knowing we would be rewarded by the relish with which she ate it), the chair she shared with us as we checked email, and the pictures in abundant display on the walls and in photo albums of her. Even in the car, the empty car seat is a grim reminder of happier times when she would eagerly jump in the car, ready for a ride around town. Visiting the neighbor across the street is also painful, as her dogs excitedly await her visit, ready to play. Sweet Pea was a rare and truly special little girl, and her loss has left a deep void in our hearts. We loved her deeply and miss her profoundly.
Symphony Marie (Sym Sym) Crossed the Rainbow Bridge November 30th, 2014.
She brought so much love to our family, and we will always miss her sweet presence in our lives.
T, S, L, and B
1/1/1988 to 2/2/2011
Dear J. R.,
On 28 Nov 1998, at the age of 10+ years, you trotted into my life and snorted for service. You were very much the loner who was as sweet as a sour pickle and prickly as a pear. You would briefly tolerate a very minimum of the huggy, kissy crap but you were infinitely entertaining and truly inventive as you were able to flip me off in spite of the fact you didn’t have a middle finger. You were #1 with me and a major part of my life for 12+ years until at the age of 23 your tired little body gave out and it was time to say good-bye. I miss you so very much my “ornery little man” and the words “ornery little man” are said with MUCH love!
Aka Frankity Frank, Frank the Tank, Little Man
Last night we went to bed without snuggling with you. Today you weren't here for morning kisses. Its day one without you and its really, really tough. We will always love you.
Mom, Dad, Grant and Brad