Our beloved Golden Retriever, Rufus, started having nose bleeds in May 2008.  Following an MRI we received a diagnosis of an aggressive nasal tumor. 

Our house is filled with so much sadness right now. Our poor dogs, they just don’t know what to do.

  For a while I managed a cat rescue and adoption center a few days a week. That’s where I met Madonna, a fluffy gray and white feline with big gold eyes and a chip on her shoulder.

“Mike,” I said into the phone, “I’ve just heard about a 6 1/2 year old Newfoundland in New York that is in need of a home. I’m thinking of adopting her myself. Since you know our dogs well, what do you think of the idea?”

  Lisa sends this poem with love, to Daphane, Bernese Mountain Dog; April 20, 1983 – August 23, 1993.

The year was 1979. The place, Australia. I was 22 years old and the proud owner of two Rough Collies that had gotton their Championships.

Well, you know sometimes best laid plans just don’t seem to work some days and that is not always bad.

Denise wrote this beautiful poem after the death of her German Shepherd, Turbo in April 1998.

I found Phoebe, a beautiful gray and white tabby, a few days before Thanksgiving 1988 as I was leaving a Manhattan blues club at 2 a.m. I was with three friends, about to cross the busy street to catch a cab to go home, when I heard meowing and saw a scrawny and frightened-looking cat […]

This is Bud’s story, or should I say our story, as they are so interwoven I couldn’t begin to separate our journey.

For Some Students, Teacher’s The Pet:

PJ died yesterday. Sweet soul. My little Petie.