In Loving Memory

You joined our family as a young 3 year old pup and said goodbye to us as a beautiful 16 year old girl. We have so many great memories of you, from riding in the jeep, paddleboarding at the cottage or just your daily silliness like having to stand, sit or lay on any table or platform that wasn’t meant to be a dog spot. You came to us when we had other furry family members, for which you helped us say goodbye to over the years. You were sassy from your striking blue eyes all the way to your floofy butt. We could always tell when you were up to no good when your tail that normally curled onto your back would slowly lower down. We dubbed that as “sneaky tail”. It usually happened just before you would wonder off for a run that would send us worried and searching all over for you for hours, only to return home and find you laying on the porch giving us the “where have you guys been, I’m hungry” look. You never had a problem telling us what you felt, and also taught your current non-husky sibling Shamus to howl. The way you would gently rest your head on my lap and let me rub those teddy bear ears, could heal any hurt I was feeling. You will be so missed by us all and forever loved xoxo.

Bowie, Bow Bow, lil Miss Chonky.

The softest, sweetest, most gentle, and chatty girl. Sending you off with millions of kisses and pets. Wishing you endless treats, catnip and wet shower walls to lick.

You’re forever in our hearts.

Thank you for the care, compassion and gentleness you showed Toby and us in his final moments.

Because of you Toby’s passing was peaceful and we will forever be grateful for the way you cared for us and him.

Warmly, N + M

River
Beloved companion, protector, and quiet therapist
River moved through the world with a calm, gentle presence — offering comfort, sharing freely, and always watching over those she loved.
She gave so much, including her work alongside me, bringing calm and connection to others.
When it was time, she let us know. Surrounded by love at home, she gently said goodbye.
There is a heartbeat missing in our home — and a love that remains.

River Webster
June 2018 – April 2026

Zoe (aka Lionheart) passed into the realm of enticing aromas, prepared meats, long off-leash walks and an endless supply of slow, perhaps lame, squirrels this morning, quietly, at home, with her best friend Molly at her side. The demon cancer — aggressive and all-too-sudden — robbed her of cuddles and treats beyond her 14 years. A rescue from the barrio of L.A. where we believe her to have run with the Crips and Bloods in her first year, Zoe was rewarded with a life of soft beds, softer couches and laps, and fine dining when she emigrated north. Known for her sweaters, her fondness for licking and her ability to go from zero to 60 in a blink, Zoe leaves behind love, memories of her comings-of-age and games with Molly (the only dog she ever played with) and an assortment of trophy kills (including a Norwegian brown rat, two large snakes and maybe some mice, although those kills were unconfirmed). In her time, Zoe learned to enjoy camping, boating, paddle boarding, falling into lakes and not having to bark at other dogs. She was always the first to leave the room and put herself to bed. There she rests now in peace. She spent her last day surrounded by loved ones, walking on the countertops and sitting in forbidden chairs.

Oh our Callie, 16 beautiful years of loving you and being smothered in love by you! You were by far the most affectionate feline I have ever owned. What warmed my heart is how for your entire life, you shared that with absolute strangers who passed our house or who was on your morning route. 

She was so loved by others that not once but twice a neighbour in Edmonton tried to actually kidnap you and make you their family. Even giving you a new name and collar. Thankfully people knew where you belonged and you also knew where home has always been. 

You weren’t just a family cat but Lily’s cat. Lily was so young but she knew she was finding a cat that day. In a room full of kittens, Callie chose Lily. Gosh did they love each other. 

Her beautiful long journey came to an end in loving hands.

Be free my beauty, no one can keep you from nature now.

Special gratitude to the women who came to our home to help Callie find her peace. 

On April 11, 2026, my sweet Ebony died peacefully in my arms at home. Thank you to Resting Paws for making that possible in the kindest way imaginable. Even at the end, he was a charmer with the vet, flirting and still very much himself.

It is incredibly gutting, but I am relieved he is no longer suffering. He took a sudden turn for the worse and it was time. A heartbreaking realization.

He was with me for over two decades, through so many of life’s big moments and I was there for his. He was honestly the best cat I could have imagined. Loyal, cuddly, feisty, and adventurous with the very best purr and the silkiest black fur.

We lived in five different homes across two provinces. He was always up for the adventure, as long as he was with me.

He was a street cat who wooed me and eventually I took him in.  How could I not? When I later moved into a condo without outdoor space, I tried to find him a new home where he could still be outside. But when someone came to meet him, he hid under my bed. When I tried to coax him out, he clocked me, something he had never done before and never did again. He was having none of it. The woman said, “He doesn’t want to leave you.” And she was right.

He stayed with me, where he belonged, for many more years.

I loved him so much, and I am missing him dearly. My heart hurts.

Rest in peace, my sweet Ebony. Wherever you are, I hope there is a sunbeam to nap in and endless places to explore. I hope Layla was there to greet you.

Sometime in 2005 to April 11, 2026. ‍