A pet is never truly forgotten until it is no longer remembered. - Lacie Petitto
Click on the photo to learn more about each beloved pet:
2016 - Our sweet Iris was a dog that lived life to its fullest. She was born in 1999 during an earthquake in Athens, Greece and she came to us soon afterwards. Understanding two languages (being in a bilingual home) came as an advantage for her while living in Greece both the city life and island life until 2012 when we relocated to Connecticut. So many memories shared with her both the good times and the hard times, as she proved most loyal and a confidante during my personal battle with cancer, once when in Greece with leukemia while pregnant(10 years ago) and then again most recently in the States with breast cancer. She was a special dog that touched everyone she came into contact with, whether it be the Greek fishermen who were fascinated with her passion for fishing(she actually would fish, swimming in between the fishing boats), or the children she would meet and not frighten, as many kids in Greece were knew to the idea of having a dog as a pet and then there was the sweetest, when we brought our baby home. She welcomed him unconditionally at first sight with kisses galore. The memories of the last ten years with our son & Iris are ones that we cherish and will treasure forever. It was an honor and a privilege to have her a part of our family and she will be forever missed. We love you Iris!
2016 - We had Daisy for 13 years. We rescued her from Texas when she was 6 months old. Someone had hit her with a car and then tied her to a tree and left her. We flew her our here from TX to her forever home. Daisy was my best friend. We miss her dearly. Thank you Dr Mary for all your help and kindness
2016 - I can't tell you how fortunate I feel that we were able to discover your wonderful service to help us cope with the end of Laddie's life. His illness and increasingly bad health were such a heavy weight on him and us, and we are all so incredibly sad to have lost him. He was a proud dog, always trying to herd us all in the right direction. He always stayed back, watching, until everyone was safe and sound. I have attached a couple of photos, so that you can see just what a cute dog he was.
2016 - Since she was with us for 18 years, it is hard to pick just one. She had an incredible personality, unlike any of the previous eleven cats we have owned. That is why it was so hard to let go. She was happy as long as she was with us. We even took her on a cruise on our sailboat to Narraganset Bay.
2016 - Jazmyn was my first dog, she was everything I could ask for and more. She was my little devil dog from the first day to the last day. She was happiest with a ball in her mouth while in the pool, if we could have figured out how to get a treat worked into that it would have been the perfect day for her. She had devised a game all her own in the pool, when I wasn’t tossing the ball fast enough she would chew it on the edge and gently push it so she had to go into the pool to retrieve it. She could (had did) do that for hours. She was a funny girl, in many ways she was the normal lab but for her demanding ways (all my doing). She wanted things when and how she wanted it, for almost 15 years I had no need for an alarm clock, I had the Jazmyn clock (breakfast time!). On the weekends she would try and tell me it was dinner time an hour early… sometimes I gave in, she had a big bark. She is missed every day and until I can meet her again!
2016 - Tash: Tash was a wonderful cat. We were fortunate to have had her in our lives for just over 16 years – and she was blessed with a long life, at least 18 years. When we got her in 2000, her belly was still shaved bare (we thought) from her being spayed. Little did we know that it was really that she had a nervous disposition, and was an inveterate groomer, and her belly remained bare for several years before she got comfortable enough that she’d found her forever home to calm down about grooming and let her beautiful tan belly fur grow. Until her last month, Tash was always a robust – and picky – eater. She had interesting taste – shrimp and sardines, super-smelly, was one of her favorites – and strong preferences. We never could give her pills to ease her discomfort when we traveled with her; she’d simply eat the tuna around them and spit out the pill. She did the same with the peas in “Grandma’s Chicken Soup”, another favorite – we’d find the bowl licked clean, but every pea had been shorn of the chicken gravy and left behind. Tash was never a good traveler – she’d often pee in her carrier when we took her someplace (one time, when I was using “Fresh Morning Breeze” Lysol to clean her carrier after an evening travel incident, my daughter observed “Better morning breeze than late night pee”). But she was so loving, and lovable, that we found it hard ever to leave her behind. The simple memories will always stay with us: her tail sticking out from under our daughter’s bassinet when Tash was guarding her from harm; her tongue sticking out when we interrupted Tash mid-bath; her nightly visit to demand affection by demanding to have the covers set aside so she could jump on the bed, then coming over to me and poking me “southpaw” so I’d give her a belly rub, during which she’d purr her soft ladylike purr and knead the air; her doing her rounds outside to make sure that no intruder kitties had violated her territory; and her lazing in the sunshine in the entryway. With Tash in our lives, all was right with the world.
2016 - To have a friend that comes to you all hours of the day to be near to you and to give you love and stand guard. To reach out with a gentile touch wanting you to touch her. Her need to be near you and then once she has done this she will vanish in the house to rest and yet be on guard . She always was on guard for us. When I was out in the yard doing chores she was always in sight on guard and being in sight and sound should I need her. When I had to leave the house she would lay by the door awaiting my return. Then she would bark in jubilation as a welcome. We was her life and responsibility, she was a soldier and a love of our life and we hers. We will never forget her. WE will miss her all the days of our lives. She will live in our heart until the moment life ends. May GOD take her into his bosom for she was HIS gift to us for these all to brief nine years. Her demise was swift and I think GOD knew we could not bare the agony she silently suffered. She was a tough, brave and mighty friend, always ready to defend her family and to give her all for us. We have been so blessed by GOD to have such a bright and loving friend and protector. Thank you Peaches for sharing your life and friendship. We love you and search for your spirit throughout the day. You kept on guard as you rested with us all night. Our guardian, friend and love.
My dearest Sienna. She had so much spunk, loved to eat, and go for our "walkies" no matter if it rained or snowed. Sienna was a SATO rescue who came to me when she was about 3 or 4 years old. She wasn't terribly interested in play the first few years she was with me but she did know the basic "sit", "stay" and "down" commands. Since she showed no interest in toys I decided to further her training in order to expand the ever-growing bond between us. And because she had such pretty and delicate paws, I decided to teach her "paw" and "shake". I put her in a "sit" and sat across from her, treats and training instructions close by .... boy did her pretty, soft brown eyes sparkle and twinkle when she saw those treats! As I commenced the training, she wasn't sure what was going on, and I could tell she was trying to figure out what was wanted from her. Didn't take her long ... just a few minutes. She realized what I was asking her to do ... the lightbulb went on and those eyes of hers got all wide and bright! She looked up at me square in the face, eye to eye, with an incredulous expression that said "That's it ... that's ALL I have to do for a treat??!!!" It's been her favorite trick since, next to "fetch" which she finally showed interest in not long before her passing. God bless my little Sienna, my darling companion who I will never stop loving. And God bless Dr. Mary Craig for helping my little girl move on with such gentle peace, dignity and tranquility. I am forever grateful.
We adopted Lucky September 17, 2006 from petRescue. He was the first dog of the family and the kids were excited to get one. On the way over to a dog adoption event, that Pet Rescue was running, Cindy asked if we could name the dog we picked Lucky, and turned out the dog we fell in love with was already named Lucky. Prior to his adoption he had been attacked as a puppy and as a result he was timid and quiet when he joined our home. Along the way Lucky developed his own lovable personality. He enjoyed go running with me, and most of all liked his tummy rubbed. He was a most well behaved dog and never begged for food at the table or barked at other dogs even when they would not return the courtesy. Lucky was a great friend to Billy and Cindy and truly one of the family. Just a few short weeks ago we noticed that Lucky was having some trouble breathing and was not quite himself. We took him to the vet and it was diagnosed that he had a tumor on the spleen and had a short time to live. We made him as comfortable as possible and splurged on "people" food the last weeks and tried to care for him as best we could. Up until nearly the end he enjoyed his walks in the neighborhood, and would stop from time to time to take it all in (see Lucky on the snow photo). In the end the disease took him over and he passed comfortably about noon time February 14th 2015. Gentle Goodbye made the ending as bearable as we could have hoped for. God Bless Dr. Mary Craig
Mia, 10/1/2014 My little Mia! My companion for 13 years. We have been through so much together. I could always count on her to greet me at the door (whether I'd been gone for 5 minutes, 5 hours or 5 days) open the bathroom door, be sprawled out on her window perch or to bring me that green ball to play fetch. I miss you Mia! You have left your paw prints on mommy's heart. May you rest in peace on your sunny perch with your green ball. Remember mommy misses you! Mommy loves you!
2014 - We loved Chester and we are heartbroken that we had to say goodbye. Chester was an awesome dog with a huge spirit. He did everything at top speed, with full enthusiasm, as if his life depended on it. He was a beautiful dog and had incredible physical ability. He would have been a Champion in any sport we chose, but we picked agility because I loved to run with him. The first time I recalled him from the other side of a jump (with the bar on the ground), he ran as fast as possible to get to me, then as fast as possible right past me and around in a big sweeping arc—not a totally unreasonable interpretation of what I was asking him to do. This is the way he ran agility for the next ten years: as fast as possible, covering maximum real estate when turning and braking. My handling and training was a garbled mess, but Chester always came back for more, he always wanted to work, and he always gave full effort. Chester is the reason we travel all over the Northeast, the reason we have agility friends, and the reason we have Border Collies. A great many judges who came through our trials went out of their way to express their appreciation for the Vizsla. Many of our friendships started when somebody approached us and commented on Chester. His goofy enthusiasm made us laugh every day, and inspired us. If you pulled a clicker out, he would scramble all over on his skinny legs, throwing his body into any contortion, even falling down, to get the treat. He was a natural at hunting--quartering a field to find and point birds--and got us into bird hunting and shooting for a season, and even got his Junior Hunter title in AKC. He was great at heeling, and earned a title in Rally also. Chester loved children and hated puppies. He loved to chase and snap at bugs, sometimes in the middle of an agility run. He loved swimming, but was just as happy to sit and stare at birds and squirrels and leaves blowing in the wind. Most of all, he loved to be warm and comfortable with his people. Chester always slept under the covers. The house is very lonely without him. Chester was the Velcro dog of the house, and he was the best company. He never passed on a chance to take a trip to the basement, and he always moved from room to room to stay with the people. It seems like the house is empty without him, even with three dogs and two people. He was the head of the pack in our house, but he wasn’t very sure of himself and being boss meant a lot of growling. Nobody took it too seriously, but everyone gave him his space. Even in the past few days and weeks, when he was sick, drugged up, and in pain, we often saw flashes of the classic Chester spirit: the old hobbling cancer dog breaking into a full gallop to chase a chipmunk across the yard, the big brother pushing through the pack to be the first to barrel down the stairs, the jackass humping his little sister Bonita, the snarling resource guarder flashing crazy eyes over a marrow bone. Even when he was sick he still moved with beautiful ease of motion, and he was still he cleanest and neatest dog in the house. We feel lucky to have learned so much from Chester and received so much love from him, and it is painful to think of living without him.
2014- Gypsy came to us on the winds of Cosmic Love and Universal Will when we needed her most in the fall of 2003. She happily graced our family with her loving, friendly, sophisticated bubble of energy for 11 years until the spring of 2014. She never missed a meal or a chance for a shoulder ride and was a terrific companion with a ready, healing purr. She welcomed new and extended family members as her own. We have never met a more quintessential cat and she cannot be replaced. We can only hope we were as good to her as she was to us. Gypsy, we miss your presence, your beautifully intelligent green eyes and your oh-so-soft fur. We hope for the chance to cross ethereal paths again. Until then and always, we love you. Be well.
Sailor - Dr. Craig, Last November you helped us say goodbye to our beautiful Sailor. We are so grateful to you for your professional gift of seeing us through this difficult time... We were so blessed to have had Sailor in our lives. We had such a hard time understanding why he was taken so early. It was only when our young nephews and niece from Newtown, CT believed Sailor was there for their young friends in heaven did it all made sense and gave us peace. This is the picture of Sailor the children hung on the memorial Christmas trees that stood in town. Thank you Dr. Craig from the bottom of our hearts, Nancy & Tim