Lily

 Wire Fox Terrier.

1/2001 - 8/2019.

We did not know lonesome until you were gone, my special darling.

God Bless You.

God has called you my dear friend, and you faithfully followed the sound of His voice. Don't look back at us in sorrow from where you are now with the same sorrow we here on Earth feel for your loss. Instead enjoy the end of your pain and infirmity, and see once again! You were the best friend and companion that we could have hoped for. You were kind and patient and always had a wagging tail and a gentle paw to give. You suffered so much from allergies to cataracts to blindness after your cataract surgery to the constant eye infections to the cancer that eventually took you from us. The house, my office and our hearts are empty without you, Miss Lily. Be with God, and may He hold you close to Him as your eternal reward. And please wait for us to join you some day. Our hearts can't be broken twice over losing you.

Chet

 Wire Fox Terrier.

6/2002-5/2019.

You gave my life purpose. It was my unique pleasure to be your legs.

May God

Always Bless You.

The shelter we adopted you from said that we saved you. This is patently untrue! YOU SAVED US!! From the first moment we saw you we knew that you were coming HOME with us. And you made our house your home. You had wanderlust your first weeks and months here, but that quickly gave way to your very willing acceptance into our little pack. Even though you were labeled "aggressive", we knew you to be anything but. From the first day I held you when we visited you at the shelter, and you excitedly kissed my face...I knew you were a kind and gentle soul. And you were! You were the perfect gentleman to your sisters, and you never showed aggression. You were a "love sponge" waiting to be squeezed. When you became unable to walk, you adapted with zeal and enthusiasm to your wheelchair. Oh the many miles we put on that cart!! And you endured the physical therapy, chiropractic and laser treatments with gentle acceptance and loving kisses for your doctors and vet techs. Everyone loved Mr. Chet...because you, dear friend loved EVERYONE. We hope you are with God...and Miss Lily and Miss Honeybelle. We know you are once again running and jumping and doing all the things we knew you longed to do when trapped in your cart. I hope to meet you once again, as I know we could not endure eternity without you.

Honeybelle Wire Fox Terrier.

3/2005-11/2018.

Rest with God,

my perfect angel darling.

People often wonder if dogs have souls.

If Honeybelle is any example, the answer to that foolish question is an overwhelming "YES"! Her life was filled with love and companionship and love and hugs and love and kindness...and LOVE!!! She left us far too soon and with her passing left a very large hole in our hearts and souls. If people may be broken by the loss of a beloved pet, then Honeybelle has broken us...not out of ill-feeling or spite, but  by the enormous amount she was loved and loved us back and the void in our lives she has left.

She came to us as a tiny ball of furiously moving fur who worked her way into our hearts over her 13 years on Earth. She left us like the wind. It is almost impossible to think about life without her...yet we must remember her and her importance as a friend and a loving companion. We hope to meet her again when it is our time to cross into the unknown. Forever would be unbearably lonesome without her.

Angus

 Miniature Schnauzer.

9/1997-10/2012.

Rest with God, my gentle little boy.

You think dogs will not be in heaven?

I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

Robert Louis Stevenson

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Rudyard Kipling

Daisy

Yorkshire Terrier.

6/1999 - 11/2010

Rest with God,

my cherished baby.

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 awaken 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.

Author Unknown

Asta

Wire Fox Terrier.

 10/1993 - 5/2010.

Rest with God,

dear little friend.

One last word of farewell, dear master and mistress. Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long happy life with you: "Here lies one who loves us and whom we loved." No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.

Eugene O'Neill