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10 1/2 years ago I found a sick little puppy who needed some help. He was the cutest little guy and was so sick he looked like a pot belly pig. I didn't want a puppy! On the ride to the vet Elton John's "Someone saved my life tonight" came on the radio-and Elton was named. I kept him "until I found him a home".

He was so loved! He was always there and loved me with all his heart. When he was 4 we moved and he had new sisters, Ashley and Kacey. He was the biggest, but they were the bosses! He went everywhere with me, and especially loved camping.

One month ago Elton started limping. The Dr's thought it was hip dysplagia, but it was much worse. Monday he had an ultrasound and found he had very bad cancer. He went downhill very fast. The whole time he was only concerned about me. I'd get upset and he would do everything to ease my pain.

I took him to the Dr Tuesday night to "find him a home". As he died I felt a part of me go with him. He's at the Rainbow Bridge laughing and playing with Kacey and telling stories about us. He will be in my heart everyday...forever. I can't wait to see his happy loving face when we meet again.

I love you Elton With love from your Mommy, Aunt Deb, and everyone who love you (which is a lot!)

Elton May 30, 1991-Jan 28, 2002

My tribute is to my tan and white pitbull Emerald. She was my savour dog. She came to me when i was sad and lonely. She was only 4 months old.. all skin and bones... and no ears... I thought "what an ugly dog!". by the end of the day she climbed in my lap and stole my heart. Emerald was my protector. My friend. She slept on the end of my bed... kicked Pooh and Tigger to the floor. and snuggled wif me and my fiance. One day.. she went out in the yard to do her doggie duty... and though she NEVER left the yard, i found her across the street.. i called her back before i realised shed be hit by a car.. she ran to me anyway.. and collapsed in my arms.... and died. I cried and cried... found by my bestest friend in the world minutes later. Emerald lives on in my heart. she was the best dog ever. Her follower Sapphire got stolen from my yard a few yrs later..... and so now i protect Topaz, a brown eyed brindle pit with my life and my gun. I will see Sapphire and Emerald again on the Rainbow bridge. cant wait to have them lick me to death. Such MEAN pitbulls they are. Regaene

Felix was an angel from heaven for my friend Steve. He was loved and treated like gold and fortunately died at home in peace. He would have been 14 in April and was given a wonderful home.Felix is now with his brother Oscar in heaven watching over his family. if Felix could say something to his family right now- he would thank them them for all the love he received but never as much as the love he gave.

He will be missed!

You will be in my heart forever. I will always love you. You were my best friend for so long. Our friendship will never end.

love, Genie

I would like to send a tribute to my beautiful Foxy.I put her to rest today, June 3, 2004 at 11:35 a.m. She was my beautiful little lady that I shared my life with for the last 14 years.She was a yellow tabby,long hair kitty.She will rest in my heart forever.Thank you and god Bless.Di

Foxy was my best friend's Gordon Setter, she was 16 years young, on Oct 4, 2003, she held her close as she went to the Bridge. Outliving her breed expectations by about 4 years, no doubt due to the loving and great care my friend bestowed upon her.  She was a daily figure at the horse barn - following her nose all over the property.   Loyal to her Mom and let me into her life over the years, even though she was wary of strangers.  She had a particular trait of blowing bubbles in the water buckets, and she loved to chase the birds!  Foxy developed cancer which eventually proved to much - Teri loved her enough to know when to let go.  So Foxy run at the bridge - may their be new sights and smells for you to follow - we shall miss you so much.

Foxy came to us a very sick dog.  My daughter was traveling home one night and spotted this little guy walking in circles in the middle of a dark country road.  At first she thought he was a fox but as she got closer to him she realized it was a Pomeranian.  My daughter called me knowing that I love poms, having numerous, and I told her to bring him to me.  We took this poor little baby to the vet to be checked and was told he had a bad heart, a very bad strep infection that could take his life and some really bad teeth along with being blind and deaf.  We knew this was going to be a long road but one which we wanted to take so this little guy could enjoy the rest of his time here on Earth.  Foxy was abandoned at a time in his life when he needed his owners the most.  How anyone could drop off an old dog like this out in the middle of nowhere is beyond me.  We were all so hopeful that Foxy would pull through.  Slowly Foxy began to feel bett! er and we took him home to meet the rest of the clan.  We named him Foxy because he looked just like one.  He was accepted at once by all my other doggies and they all knew how sick he was and tried to make his stay the best with us.   We learned how to communicate with Foxy and he learned a new kind of love, one that didn't discriminate against him for being sick.  Foxy even learned how to show some affection after being with us for about 2 months.  He would rub his little head against your legs to get your attention.  What a sweet ole boy he was.   Foxy had about 6 really good months with us but eventually the meds took a toll on him, and he started having difficulty just getting out of his little bed. One day I woke to find Foxy extremely ill and as we looked at each other I realized it was Foxy's time to leave us, he was sick and tired and didn't even have the energy to greet me as he loved to do when he felt my presence.  This p! oor little baby suffered enough and I didn't want to add to it.  I loved this little guy so much.  On our last journey together I told Foxy what a wonderful handsome baby he was and that I would treasure our short time together for as long as I live.  When I walked in with Foxy and handed him to the receptionist I knew this was the last time I would ever get to see him and feel him and kiss him.  I held his little face to mine and kissed his little nose as tears streamed down my face.  I would never see my Foxy again.  I watched as she carried him away, my heart broken and tears flooding my face.  My heart broke into a million pieces that day, I cry as I write this but I know my Foxy is not suffering anymore.  I say goodnight to him every night and sometimes I still hear him barking and feel him brush his little nose against my leg.  We only had Foxy for about 8 months but that was long enough to get deeply attached.  I have many more! little ones to go through this with and I can only imagine what it will be like.  My Rockie (6 lb Pomeranian) is going on 13 and I can't even begin to comprehend the thought of him leaving me one day.  My babies are my world and anyone that knows me, knows this.  They are all so very precious.  My thoughts and prayers go out to all who have ever lost a pet.  God Bless all the little creatures.

Even though my story has a happy ending, I still want to share it. I lost my pet snake Oct, 11th 2001. I was sad and didn't know what to do. Some friends and I made a plan.The plan was to put his cage on its side and then put in some mice. After that I went to bed. I got up the next morning and he was in his cage. I was so happy I didn't want to let go of him. The End

DEAR FUZZY EVERYONE MISSES YOU DEARLY WITHOUT YOUR WONDERFUL PURRRRRRRRR. WE MISS YOU, WE STILL LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND WE KNOW YOU ARE IN A BETTER PLACE THERE IN HEAVEN WE WILL SEE YOU AGAIN SOMEDAY! WE KNOW YOU BATTLED WITH YOUR DISEASE FOR MANY YEARS AND WE WERE VERY BLESSED TO HAVE YOU IN OUR LIVES. YOU WERE VERY SPECIAL TO US AND A LOT WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU I CRY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER FORGET WHEN WE HAD TO TAKE YOU TO THE VET AND WE HAD TO PUT YOU DOWN BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT LIVE ANYMORE IT BROKE MY HEART TO HEAR YOUR CRIES AND LOOK INTO YOUR SAD HELPLESS GREEN EYES LORD LOVES YOU AND WE ALL DO TOO. FUZZY I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU WERE LOVED AND WE WILL SEE EACHOTHER AGAIN ANOTHER DAY I LOVE YOU FUZZY I MISS YOU TOO!
             LOVE YOU FUZZY ALWAYS AND FOREVER NEVER GO A DAY WITHOUT THINKING OF YOU,
                                      TIFFANY, TYLER, CHRIS, NANCY, ROXANNE, TIGER (YOUR TRUE LOVING FAMILY)

Garfield gave me unconditional love for 15 years. For many of those years he was all I had. He saved my life and I saved his.

When I met my husband five years ago, I told him, "my cat has to like you." He did. He was Garfield's first dad.

He didn't let go until he knew his mom was happy. I am glad he went on his time.

He was the best cat, he was so wise. He knew just what you needed.

I miss him and love him very much

Gellert, our "Gellybelly", you left us too soon; but the year we were together was the best year of our lives! We loved you so much. I hope you find a friend at the Bridge who will give you the scritches that you loved. I hope there is a beautiful fountain there for you to take your baths in because you loved your baths. I hope there is another dog up there that you can laugh at when he is naughty. Keep practicing your chatter so we can have a long talk when we join you.

We wish for you peace and happiness until we can be together again. You are sorely missed and you will *never* be forgotten.

Gellert September 2000-December 23, 2001

Dearest George, You had a good life which finally came to end Saturday afternoon. May Our father of almighty Look over you and may you rest in peace because now your with your mother father and littermates. You will be surely miss by everyone especially your papa Joe. But there will be time again when we will see you again. Give my love to sister and brother Charlie and Suzie for me.

WE Love You George Please Take Care Until We meet again. Oct 31, 1984 - Dec 15,2001

Ginger, baby, you were a sweet and adorable companion.  From the moment Mommy and I first laid eyes on you, we knew that you would change our lives.  From floating with balloons to raising the roof, you were always the coolest girl, and we were proud to have you in our lives.  We know you are enjoying a buffet of "yummies" in heaven, and that is some comfort to us.  Your spirit will always be with us, and we will miss you bunches.
 
P.S. - Aunt Melissa loved you even when you had on your sweaters, even though she pretended she didn't.

Ginger, sweetie, I found you at PAWS in February of 2001. You reached out to me and I took you home. You were soooo difficult, but I cared for you anyway.

Did I love you? I don't know, but I wanted to. I was so sad that I couldn't take care of you better. You were too much trouble, too much energy, and you ATE my car! But I still took you everywhere with me, in that car. I didn't care what people thought of that because I wanted us to be together. I wanted you to be happy and I wanted you to be a good girl.

I took you for walks on my lunch hour. Remember Denny Park? You ate poop, you silly dog.

You were so strong! A Canine Battering Ram, that's what we called you. Ben didn't like you because you bit his dog, and then later pooped on his rug. You didn't like to follow the rules.

I tried to keep you in my room at Lynnwood. You messed that up good. Tide was everywhere. And then the cake mix. And the tampons. You broke out of your crate and then broke through the back door of the Lynnwood duplex. You had to spend the night with the bark-a-lounge ladies.

That's when I knew I had to give you up, but I didn't want to give you back to PAWS, or give you to some stranger. The only thing that made it okay was finding out that Dave would give you all the love you needed.

You really found your place with Dave (Daddy!!). I've never seen him give so much love to one dog...and you loved him right back. Always a head on his shoulder. Always following him around. Big wet kisses and a waggaly tail. You followed him into the bathroom when he took a shower, you were always under foot so as not to be left behind.

Daddy took you everywhere in his truck: to work, to the park, to the beach. You ate his truck too, but not as bad (ahem?)! With daddy, you had Neamers to play with too. Neamers tolerated you, and sometimes even liked you, snuggling with you and tracking a few feet back from you when you took off like a rocket chasing your tennis balls. Yes, you definately made the most of your short legs, sweetheart.

You always had to arrive first, eat first, drink first, get the ball first. You accomplished this by pushing Neamers out of the way with your brute force, or nipping his ankles to get him to move.

Walking you down the street, people would stop us and start a conversation about you. It seems that not many people have seen a 1/2 Basset Hound, 1/2 German Shepperd Dog. We were proud of your uniqueness and special personality. I'll always remember you as the special dog you were.

I know how much joy you brought to Dave, your Daddy. He loved to throw the ball and watch you run, and he always stopped before you would get too tired. He cared about your health and well-being.

And he would have kept you forever. You health and happiness were so important to him. He wanted you to grow old with him.

Sadly, it was not to be. You were killed on the main road leading into Burien on February 24th, 2002. A truck hit you, or maybe a car. But it was so early in the morning, and you were no doubt running so fast, and you probably didn't realize that such a thing could hurt you.

Daddy searched for you for hours, calling your name. He called me and I helped looked for you, too. We didn't know what happened to you. Cliff and Dave drove grid patterns through Burien looking for you. I just drove up to anyone I saw who had a dog and asked if they'd seen you. No one had.

Just before noon, Judy spotted you on the side of the road. The policeman had pulled you off the main street earlier, around 6am. Your red collar was still in the street, but I ran out and got it (I looked both ways, I wish we could have taught you that!).

We cried and cried, and then daddy lifted you into the back of the truck and we took you to the vet that is open on Sunday. Daddy and Cliff went inside and Neamers and I stayed with you.

Neamers sniffed your paw and wagged his tail. He jumped up to be closer to you. He sniffed you again and then he whimpered. I think he will miss you in a way humans don't understand.

It was so hard to see you go, baby. The vet assistant brought us a stretcher to put you on. We didn't want to say goodbye, even then. Daddy closed your eyes and hugged you one last time, apologizing for not watching you better. Your blood stained his hands and his clothes.

I saved some clippings from your tail in a blue plastic box. Cliff squeezed your paw. You were covered with an old baby blanket, and slowly carried to the back of the vet's office.

I saw a white fluffy dog in one of the hospital cages, and it reminded me of your overnight stay at the vet's the time you ate the rock. I thought of how Daddy and I went to visit you that night, and even though you were drugged up and hurting, you opened your eyes and wagged your tail for us. Those are the kinds of memories that I'm glad we made while we had the chance.

I tried to think of the family that would be happy to have their white fluffy dog come home again, but all I could think of was that you wouldn't ever be able to come home with us again.

We're greiving for you sweetie, and it hurts me to see Daddy in so much pain. We're all so sorry that you had to die. We wish you were still here with us.

I hope that the Rainbow Bridge is real, becuase if it is, I know you are already there. When you see Daddy coming, take good care of him and help him get into Heaven with you, okay? (I figure between the two of you, you should be able to just squeak by the gates.)

In the meantime, be a good girl, play with your new friends, don't hog ALL the tennis balls, and sweetie, try to keep your halo on straight.

Love, Mommy

Oh I wish that I could tell the world how wonderful you were... a little shadow that went everywhere with me, even into the shower. Diagnosed with diabetes and you still managed to live life to the fullest. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there for you when you died... you weren't alone, but I wish that there was some way that I could see you again... to hold you close, and tell you I love you...so much. My first cat and my last. I'm sorry that it ended this way Giz. I love you and I'll see you on the Rainbow Bridge.

Gizmo- September 4, 1993 - November 3, 2001

Goofy's mom couldnt quite bring herself to write a tribute for a while. Her big boy had a tragic accident. Noelle from Griefonline writes -

Sue... What a great dog mom you are to have an open door policy to your neighbor's dog, Susie. And what a gentle dog Goofy mustve been to allow her free reign of his yard and house. : ) He most likely didnt care to see his Cookie Jar heading the wrong direction, though : ) I'll bet Susie gave it her all to get it over the fence. Goofy mustve felt pretty good saving his treats. Dogs are so possessive about their cookies! Hopefully you remember all the good, goofy things about him and try to keep out the few bad ones. Right now, Goofy is at the Rainbow Bridge handing out Cookie Jars! Somewhere off in the distance is a black and white greyhound whizzing around at top speed (hmmm...the tribute I cant write)...I'm sure he'll be by for one.

Many great dane rescue associations around the country are filled to capacity and turning away gentle giants that need good homes. Maybe someday soon you'll have another goofy boy or girl to make you laugh. Those danes are really good at it.

Do you know how loved Goofy is? So loved that you cant even put the words to paper. If we truly believe in a God and a Rainbow Bridge or some type of better place after we die, then I would have to believe that love is one of the keys to getting there. Goofy is still with you, heart and soul and always will be. From the sounds of it, I dont think youre ever going to be able to write a tribute. It has been over 2 years now since I built this website for Bob (for Molly) To this day, he can only stay on the website for a few short minutes. He gets too emotional. Heck, I had a hard time writing YOUR tribute. It's hard thinking about losing those precious, innocent, loving family members. Your story was an eye-opener that every day with them is precious and they need our help to watch over them and keep them safe. Thank you for that.
Noelle 10/10/2003

Sue writes -
His first name was BaRufus (my daughter named him that 'cuz as a puppy his bark sounded like: baa-roof).  He had so many silly antics that my son shortened it to Dufus which led to "Goofy" & by the time I took him to get licensed, I tried to list him as BaRufus, but my son said: "No mom, he's "Goofy" (not my choice, but it fit him).  The hard thing with this loss is he still loved his toys & enjoyed life - it was a freak accident.  The little pit bull next door, Susie is always pregnant or nursing & hungry.  She has no problem clearing the fence between our yards.  When we leave for work we leave the doors open so our kids (dogs) can go in & out.  We kept a big plastic bulk Cookie Jar (dog biscuits) on the counter.  Well, one day when I was in the shower, Susie tried to drag the Cookie Jar home & because she was nursing, she couldn't make it back over the fence with it & dropped it.  Goofy knew that was his Cookie Jar & tried to drag it home & somehow got his head stuck in it & suffocated.  To me it seemed the cruelest thing, to get killed by something he loved so much.  My son said: "Mom, not to be mean or anything, but he lived up to his name to the end; what a goofy way to go..."

Sue adds on 10/26/03-
He is soooo missed by soooo many here (and even in Las Vegas!)- my best friend's grandchildren all grew up with him & are so upset that he's not here now when they visit!) that it's surprising even to me & i am so very grateful to have had so long with such a precious individual....not many can say they were given so much & he's still here wih me now; i feel him beside me all the time; we really aren't ready to let each other go after so many years together & it seems natural - we were there for each other at many times when nobody else was; true companions.  I would also like to say to Goofy -  Ebony "Bony" (our 15 year old black 165 pound great dane lab), Mushh (funny little mix of Chow head, St. Bernard lips & welsh corgie legs) & "Shette" (Mushh's daughter with the pit bull next door, Susie) miss you too "Old man" in the group.  Mommy misses you every moment (especially how you cuddled next to me @ night) & you know it as always don't you?

Sue...Just a note - I sent this story to a friend in my office who has Great Danes. Her mother has Irish Wolf Hounds. The mother wanted to get a big cookie jar and was worried that glass would break. She had been looking for one of those disposable plastic ones with the big openings. Maybe your story helped save a life!

The best cat in the world, the best friend in the world - for 14
years was put to rest today.  Billygoat was there every day,
looking forward to the next time I would come home.  He was kind
of lonely so I got him a cat - so Goat leaves behind me - Nick
Boyd and Sims, his cat.

See you at the rainbow Bridge Goatface.

Gretzky even though we only had you for a short time you bought us lots of happiness and love you will never be forgotten. We knew you were meant for us the moment dad bought you home. That day we will never forget. You will always be in our hearts our beloved kitten you will suffer no more in our hearts we hoped and prayed that you would get better but it was not meant to be. We  are grateful for the short time we spent together knowing we gave you a good home lots of love and tender loving care. Rest in peace we miss you very much,  god bless you,
                       We love you Gretzky,  Daddy, Mommy, Megan, Evan & Stanley

We lost our amazing, wonderful beagle Griffin on 2/18/02. He died after surgery in his Daddy’s arms. He put up a good fight but he just didn’t have any more strength left. He would be 14 yrs. old in March. He was our baby, our protector, our best friend, our confidant, and I don’t know how we are going to get on without him. We’ve lost a few family members in our lifetimes, I had a great dog that lived to 19 years old when I was a kid, and my husband had some great dogs, but neither of us has ever felt such a loss as we do now. There is such an emptiness in our home and our hearts. Our 3-yr old cat, Truman, who worshipped the dog, is walking around the house and backyard looking for him, calling him.

I know Griffin will be waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge and some day we will see him again. I know he’s better off at the bridge now where his pain is gone and he can run and play again. I can take comfort in the fact that the people posting here know what terrific loss we feel now, a pain that a lot of people don’t understand. He was such a great dog. I mean really great! He always knew what we needed, he was always happy to see us and never mad at us for leaving him alone. He had ears that curled back at his head because of the way our daughter used to rub them when she was little and such expression in his big brown eyes, he would knock on the door to come back into the house, he would sing with us and talk to us. He was always very excited to greet people and always gentle with little ones.

Griffin we know the pain will ease as time goes by but we will always miss you and love you and remember what a best friend you are.