Jock Cunningham
Died- December 12, 2000

Jock was a very devoted dog. He was very loving and sweet.
He was 12 years old when we had to put him to sleep.
He went in my arms. My last words to him were "I love you Jock".
He was a very special dog to me and he helped me through
hard times in my life. He was my first dog to me. I loved him
very much and I miss him very much. This is my first
Christmas this year without him. He died 3 months before my
birthday. He is buried with his parents in the backyard of my
grandmother's yard.
I love you Jock.
Love,
Sarah

Joe was the most lovely cat ever to live and it is a great loss to have him taken away from us. meeeow

It seems like only yesterday I brought you home. There were three of you at the pet shop. When I tried to choose two of you, it was impossible because you all looked at me with those "take me home" eyes. Most people don't understand how wonderful you are as pets, but you gave us so much love and joy over the years. In the past year my little Dennis, Fred, Snowball, and last of all Joey have all gone, but I know they're not far. I know there must be a special place for animals because their souls are so innocent and pure. Not many people understand the loss of a pets impact on their friend's passing, especially a rat. But how can someone not miss a gentle snuggle a brush of the little whiskers on your face. I know you're all together again boys and now that you are free you can have little girl friends. I would say rest well my darlings I know you're with god now, because he created you rats as surely as he created humans and the other creatures to share this earth. Love from your human and cat friends.

You were so terribly lonely when Ruby died. Now you are together again. You were a good and faithful companion, Joe. Will always love you. Gale and Cal

It just wasn't time for you to be a cat, Sweetie. Play in heaven & come back when you're ready.

Joey, you are such a fighter. I know you wanted to stick around to be with mommy and daddy. Even facing death, you wanted to stick around. Daddy was with till the end and loves you precious. You are always my lil angel. Daddy and mommy misses you so much.
Rest in peace my angel, no more suffering.

Joey, you are such a fighter. I know you wanted to stick around to be with mommy and daddy. Even facing death, you wanted to stick around. Daddy was with till the end and loves you precious. You are always my lil angel. Daddy and mommy misses you so much.
Rest in peace my angel, no more suffering.

Joey, you are such a fighter. I know you wanted to stick around to be with mommy and daddy. Even facing death, you wanted to stick around. Daddy was with till the end and loves you precious. You are always my lil angel. Daddy and mommy misses you so much.
Rest in peace my angel, no more suffering.

I dont know when you were born, I dont remember when you died. I was probably in grade 4. But you were an awesome cat Joey. Although you liked to bite our toes at night, and scratch us when we held you, we loved you all the same. Born in the alley in the rain, my parents are glad they took you in. Please God, take care of this wonderful cat, because he is not a cat...he is a family member.

My speacil little guy i miss you so much i'm still trying to cope with your loss it's been 3 month and i'm still no better, mammy's ok now but i miss you like crazy and cant wait to see your cheeky little face waiting for me at the big pearly gates i love you so much my speacil little fella.

I remember the day Johnnie was born. She was a beautiful Himalayan with big blue eyes. Johnnie was born the last of four and I helped to deliver her into this world. Johnnie won her name because we thought she was boy at first, and to our surprise and pleasure several weeks later we figured out she was a girl. She knew it all along, because she was just to delicate to be a boy kittie. Johnnie was a total darling, and had a very kind and loving personality. My last memory of of her was her looking up at me at the vet's office, where she gave me one final silent meow, and I a kiss on her head. I miss you Johnnie, I know you are with Chauncey now in heaven.

You were the friendliest rat I've ever had. It's been almost 2 years since you passed away in my arms, and I still think about you all the time. I miss you.

Today was one of the most beautiful days we have had this year, it was 74 degrees in Illinois and the sun was shining. Spring is here, the time of year when everything is coming back to life...almost everything. For you my dear Joker, your life here was just ending. The vet said you were getting better yesterday, just one more day and you could come home. How could it be that we were being called into the vet so we could see you for ourselves and make "the decision". There was a little life and excitement in your(ever so yellow) eyes when you saw us. You even stood up and walked when we asked "Do you want to go outside?" You found the strenghth because you thought we were taking you home. You were so sick, and so weak. We made one of the hardest decisions ever. You were a gift to us from our mother,when we were 15. She has been gone now since New Years Eve 1996. Today we gave you back to her. They say people and animals get a small burst of energy before their fina

I fell in love with you the first time I saw you at the shelter. We were partners for 10 years but I still can't believe that I've lost you....a wonderful hiking companion..a good heart.....a sweet part of my life.

You were a good fish, too bad Oobu killed you. You know he's killed everything I put in that tank? I thought zebra danios were nice fish? Well, you were nice.

My girlie... we all miss you very much. You're in a better place with no suffering now. Mein says "hi!" and he misses you also.

With broken hearts - Barbie, Nancy, Kristi & Dawn

Jose lived a very short life. He was born from brother and sister, which is why he probably didn't live too long. I gave him to my future girlfriend, Sandra, after he passed. She liked him very much and showed him to all of her friends. Thank you, Jose, for all of the nights you kept me up; your water bottle banging against the cage; yourwheel squaking; and your putrid stench. I will remember you always. Love, Scho.

Meow! Meow! Meow! You certainly left behind enough offspring my friend. You are missed by us all. Love Marion

Josse, I miss you dreadfully. It is so hard being here without you. We grew up together. I'm not ready to go it alone. Please be happy wherever you are. I love you always.

My mothers beloved cat, now gone to a better place where she can once again roam freely, chase the balls that she loved to chase, and eat as much ham and bacon as she can stand to eat...We will all miss her as she was a part of our lives for so very long. May she rest in peace.

Joyce, our companion and friend, died peacefully today with family at her side. She was 15 years old.

Her life was sometimes tumultuous, especially before she gave up the moniker “Keisha” at the Humane Society of Utah. Even after adoption, her life was not without distress: an overdose of ibuprofen (self inflicted), multiple relocations (12 homes in three states), an incident with four wheels and a ton of rolling metal, and ultimately basal cell carcinoma.

Regardless of a rough start and a few bumps along the way, Joyce had a fierce desire to live a full life and never strayed from that goal. One-day a roommate’s girlfriend left the gate open and she escaped with the girlfriend’s dog. Her dog came home later that day but no Joyce. Six days passed and we were pretty certain she wasn't coming home. The next morning we woke up, said, “She’s here”, and ran out only to find her dragging a leg. She had sustained a gunshot wound that fractured her left femur. Incredibly, she survived but lost much of the use of that leg; Joyce overcame the trauma and quickly adjusted to the handicap and steady pain. She was our “miracle girl” who always made our worries and problems seem trivial compared to her lust for life. To her a ride in a car, a massage on the head or a frolic in the park could overcome any adversity life threw at her.

She was very clear mentally right up to the end, but the tumors and associated physical ailments were increasing. Her life became the ordered bliss of a calm house, a warm bed, unrestricted indoor and outdoor access, full food and fresh water bowls, caring companions and loving friends. Regardless of physical restrictions, she stayed active to the end; even her final weekend spent with her family exploring the LaSalle Mountains east of Moab Utah.

She was a kind protector. She showed this in many ways including her uncanny ability to understand and tolerate children, but most especially with her patience when two orphan Chihuahuas came to live with her in the twilight of her life. Regardless of her substantial size advantage, she always allowed them the freedom to share her space and heart.

Joyce is survived by her long time companions Breck Mitchell, Charlie Ward, and Louis and Victoria Conchita-Consa.

While Joyce’s suffering is over, other animals need your help. The family respectfully encourages your donation to Best Friends Animal Society Hurricane Relief Fund.