In Loving Memory

Stark was a very good boy and the best friend I could have asked for. He had impeccable side eye and was the king of an exasperated sigh.

Calvin Ferdinand

Cal was the very light of our home, much beloved by his four human siblings, mom and dad, and everyone else.

He had a waggish sense of humour, a tendency to get into scrapes, and enjoyed food the way any Lab does, but especially buttered popcorn, empty peanut butter jars, tim-bits, anything Mom baked, and of course pizza.

He believed in being very “dognified” and proper, often crossing his pretty paws and looking regal.

He took seriously his job of cleaning a loved human’s hand or foot, whether the human wanted to be cleaned or not.

He loved scritches, his kennel, the foot of the bed, Christmas, his pack walks (thank you to Mia and Heather), his rocking chair, his special song, and sitting on his hill and smelling the flowers like his literary namesake.

He was Daddy’s boy, through and through.

Much loved, never forgotten.

A loving farewell to our sweet Pooder, our faithful and deeply loved companion of 15 years. Our home won’t be the same without him waiting at the door, joining us for meals, and quietly watching over us. Rest peacefully, sweet boy. Forever loved and deeply missed.

I’m grateful for the life time we shared

Ethel was little but loud, always looking for a lap or a conversation. A one of a kind girl and little old lady that we will always be happy to have shared a lifetime with.

Peanut taught me to be patient and non-judgemental since we never know other people’s stories.

He literally saved me more than once by staying by my side. This has taught me to trust him with all my heart.

He loved me in his very own way, cuddles, kisses and the art of velcroing himself to me.

His snores are like calming music to my ears.

My little Peanut, a heartbeat at my feet.

I will forever miss his cute awkwardness.

Jasmine, I miss her. Memories are so precious. Thankful, I have lots.

Cool breeze, rustling leaves. Elk Lake, her favorite place to be. She loved fishing there. She loved running there. She made my dad chase her with a towel. Her way of saying “I’m not ready to leave!”.

She gave us something to do. Taking us on walks where she wanted to go. Or a game of keep away with a ball or stick.

She was friendly with cats. They did not always think so. She still tried her best.

When I would open the door, sometimes she would greet me, her tail wagging happily. The clicking of her claws on the floor. Other times she was a princess laying on her bed giving me the ‘sup’ gesture to come to her.

Her flopping onto her side awaiting pets.

The smile on my face growing.

Now when I open the door, it’s too quiet. Sounds play tricks on me. Someone’s missing here. A hard reality.

Glad for all the memories, for I can always find her there.