No-T was my black, big eyed fish and I miss him a lot. I wish he was still here.

I met Noah (AKC Stonecroft's Proud Heritage) when he was about 6 months old, a Scottish Terrier with a mile long pedigree, and a severe heart murmur. It was this congenital condition which brought him to me, as his breeder just wanted him to have a happy life.

His first visit to the vet brought the news that, with the severity of this murmur, he wouldn't live past his first birthday; I had him put down, due to the malignant cancer with which he had been diagnosed, about 3 months shy of his twelfth.

He was a sensitive, sweet, loving soul, who never had an angry or cross moment in his life.

Molly and I still miss you, Noah......I'm sorry.

In loving memory of our dearly beloved cat Bubby Noah.
We miss you terribly and will never forget you.

We'll never forget you, Noel, or the many hours you amused us with your antics and tricks...bouncing bubbles and balloons with your nose, 'singing' in your doggie operetta voice. We'll never forget your love and loyalty to all of us, including the cat who you bravely rescued from two neighboring dogs, as our other two dogs fled. Quite a feat for a lady-like little spaniel. Wookie was your best friend from then on. We'll never forget how I had to deliver and care for your nine puppies when you'd thought you had 'messed' on the floor:) More than that, we'll never forget how when you were pregnant we had to give you a cup of coffee every morning and a chocolate bar to quelch your 'cravings,' finally ending up getting you a kitten to rid you of your maternity blues:) You were the best, Noel. For now, sleep in peace with Daddy. We'll all be together again someday. We love you, little girl. Mama, Scott, Betty, Eric, Angela, Billy, Little Gary, and your elderly pups...Snoopy and Suzanne

Noel was given as a gift on Christmas morning to a 14 yr old boy. She spent her 15 yrs at her masters side following him through school to South Carolina and back making very close friends as she went. Her favorite past time as a young girl was fetching anything thrown with the astounding ability retrieve any object without ever having seen it released. In her later years her fondest challenge was the raiseing of her brother cat Budweiser. Noel is survived by her Master, Mistress, and brother Budweiser.

My dear Nohnnie Boy--Could there be another cat we could love so much? You came into our lives when your "daddy" had colon cancer and gave us such joy with all your nosiness that we forgot our problems. The cat teaser was a LOT of fun that you always looked forward to and I always thought you'd break your bones over. Daddy passed away in '99 and you, Eboneezer and Misha, came with me to make a new life. We were doing fine until you developed a rapid fire cancer and we're crying over not having you here. We will get past this, kiss Daddy and tell him we'll all be together when our time is up. Love you, Little Baby Boy

You came to me as a gift, in more ways than one. You were the first puppy of the litter to give me a kiss, and I knew you were the one for me. Your owner then gave you to me as a gift for being a friend, and you then became a friend of mine. When you first came home, Kelly ran away. She thought you were going to suckle on her – and she’d had enough of puppies at that time after only recently having 13 of them. She soon realised you were a friend and even became your partner. You pleased me and made me proud more than once. You were a great show dog, becoming an Australian Champion at 2 years of age, and winning the Inaugural Karnimirie Trophy. How many dogs would win their own trophy first time out? You loved going to dog shows, and always knew when we were going too and were always ready to go. Remember that Irish Wolfhound who was always in front of us when we went for Group Specials? You never liked him, did you? And remember the time we were at the Brisbane Royal, when people wondered what breed you were, and what that mark was down your back? I had to laugh at some of them. Also remember the wonderful trip to Sydney for the Ridgeback Specialty, that was a great weekend. You also did some funny things, and some dangerous things. You used to love to roll in cow dung, especially after you’d had a bath and even chase the cows, but never hurt them. I have a photo of you hugging my handbag, and remember when you used to go and steal my lollies out of the side? What about the time you were so glad to see me, that you ran up the stairs and straight over the balcony? Luckily you did not hurt yourself badly. The luck you had when you took that bait. Just as well I was quick thinking and got you to throw up. You stayed by my side all night so that I could check your breathing. And Caesar chasing you in the house, you pounced on the water bed, only to be flung straight off again. You would not come back into the bedroom for hours in fear that the water bed was going to eat you! What about the soft drink bottles you loved to chew? And your “hatred” for german shepherds. At our old house, Ron had you on a long lead and you saw one coming up the street. I’ve never seen a dog do a somersault before. It was not funny at the time as I thought you had hurt yourself. What about the time you repeated what your dad did a year earlier? Cocking your leg on your masters foot!! Thanks a lot. And talk about cheeky – what was the thing about knocking at the front door, me letting you in, only to find you going straight out the back door again! And of course, what lead to your epilepsy, crashing into the pergola post. Do you know how hard it was for me to get you into a liftback to get you to the vet? I did not realise you had epilepsy until a few years later, when we saw you have your first Grand Mal. That was really scarey. You’d been having absence seizures for so long, I thought it was just part of your personality, and would often laugh at you doing it. I guess I was fortunate, and you were too, that you did not have too many grand mals and that we were able to treat it with herbal medication. You always let me know when you wanted to go out, remember the floods. Even then you were well behaved and we managed to find somewhere to go. You always scratched at the door to get me to let you out. And when Kelly took sick, you’d even tell me when she wanted to go. You’d even let me know when she needed me. You loved her dearly, and now you are together again, along with your children, ES, Cuddles, Red, Boots, and Tara. You will be sadly missed my friend, my mate as I always called you. You held a very dear place in both Ron’s and my heart, you were such a loving dog, so sooky, always wanting cuddles, gentle but brave and a wonderful guard dog. You were the last surviving member of the Karnimirie Klan, no other dog will be in that Klan, it was a very special group. I will miss the cuddles on the bed every morning and night, our Sunday breakfasts and Sunday dinners, the “ka-thump, ka-thump” running that you used to do, when you came to greet me every afternoon, the “rolly-polly’s” you used to do just to get big tummy rubs, lying on Ron’s lap to get attention. Remember how you wormed your way into his heart – I’ll never forget how you did that. And being a “heater-hog”. I always knew that when you were cold and wanted the heater on, you’d just lie in front of it until I turned it on. And if it was cold, I always knew where to find you. It was “your heater”. Goodbye Mate, we miss you terribly, but you will always give us fond memories, we had a lot of joy and pleasure with you, no one will ever replace you. Enjoy the Rainbow Bridge with all of your friends, we will meet again one day. I love you Noodle. Sharyn and Ron Hurley

noodle wasn't my dog but he did belong to a very close friend. I know bill loved him very much and will miss him a lot

Kelsey, I will remember you as my friend, you were my buddy. I love you Thank you for being a good girl for my Rhiannon. You were the best. I'm sorry I had to put you to sleep, I will never forget kissing your nose and telling you you were a good girl until you passed. You loved being called a good girl. You are in a better place where the bumpers are always tossed far and the water is cool. Thank you my friend you will never be forgotten. Wayne, Pam and Rhiannon Timbury