In Memory

We want to honor and remember those loved ones that have passed on before us. This page is for family to share photos and words about their beloved pets whom they’ve lost.

Francis, 2002-2017

“Francis, a champion snuggler, fighter of poodles, meow maestro, ace biscuit-maker, over-eater, newspaper-napper, and the grumpiest, most protective, opinionated and stubborn kitten we had the pleasure of sharing a home with, passed away in February 2017. He left this world from his favorite sleeping spot and in the arms of his mom and dad. We miss him terribly.”


Marley, 2002 – 2017

“I met Marley when he was about 6 months old in 2002 and it was love at first sight. He was timid and particularly afraid of garbage cans, cats and waves at the beach. However, over the course of the next few years, Marley conquered his fears of all the above and diving off a dock into a lake (waves or not!) became one of his greatest joys. His passions included tennis balls, romping in the snow, being a car copilot, and bacon. He was a tender soul, who settled into the role of ‘grumpy old man,’ but never wavered in displaying his devotion to his humans. He crossed the rainbow bridge on February 16, 2017. Anytime I jump into a lake, I’ll be thinking of my sweet Marley next to me.”


Persephone: a long and loved life, 1998 – 2016

“Persephone and I met at a rescue shelter in Columbus, OH. I knew the moment we met (and think she did, too) that we would enjoy each other’s company. Over our 18 years together, she moved all over the country with me. She was the concierge of our home, always greeting visitors at the door as well as being the life of every party. Each night, she slept above my head. I still reach for her there and miss her furry little face in the mornings. I’d say rest in peace, but I’m sure she’s not resting—wherever she is, she’s greeting everyone she meets and exploring her new world fearlessly. We miss you, kitty.”

Guinness, 2004 – 2016

“On the evening of Tuesday, August 23, 2016, under blue skies, we lost ourGuinness, comfortably at home, aided by the capable and compassionate hands of our bonafide saint of a vet Dr. Anderson.

Guinness and I came together in 2005. I was finishing my degree and, worried that Sid, my other sheltie, wasn’t getting enough attention, I got him a younger brother. They took on a wild playing style which I would soundtrack with the Kirk v. Spock fight music from Amok Time.

There was also always a timid side to Guinness. I called him my Guinny-scare for his propensity to run to my side at the slightest loud noise. He hated fireworks, skateboards, the Blue Angels and above all: solo wheels, for which I would tell him, “It’s okay, baby. They *are* stupid.”

My boys followed me to Philadelphia then to Seattle. He and Sid made the grueling four-day crawl across the country in a small Subaru with me, two other people and a cat. Initially, it was tough to adjust—for me, not them—but eventually we settled in and nothing would tear us apart.

Then I met Zack Marley. From that first night, Guinness favored Zack. I would joke about feeling betrayed, that I was “chopped liver”. But Zack called them, “my sons” and I felt the joy of having my own family at last.

Guinness cheated death once. Diagnosed with melanoma in spring of 2015, we opted for extreme surgery, which removed half of his upper jaw. He bounced back with super-canine-like strength and, soon, was back to his same-old weird self; endlessly energetic and playful, annoying his now-old-man brother with his wild play.

We take solace knowing that he was like this until almost his last day. We thank everyone who was part of what would become his last weekend. We went to parties, met new dog friends, ate treats and pizza (and, because I’m not proud, butter), and cuddled watching Star Trek. We wandered the streets of Capitol Hill as far as his strength would take him. And when he could walk no more, we carried him.

I’ve managed to write all this without a single tear. Because he only ever made me supremely happy with his soft ears (especially the one with the wisp), uncannily clean smell, toothy-smile, Kabuki eyebrows and singular personality.

We’ll miss you and love you forever guinny sue, ginsu, guinea pig, guinny goose, gee-noose, guinny fresh, risky business, oh-so-emo, derpasaurus—our Guinness.

Wait for mummy.

I’ll be back soon.”


Lou—fierce forever—June 2016

“Lou wasn’t that nice.

He had other things going for him. He was smart, empathetic, and more spirited than was good for him. In other words, he was a handful.

But he was our handful. He came into our lives as a tiny kitten living in an auto repair shop in the International District. He was around 8 weeks old and hanging out with pit bulls. He was lousy with fleas. We fell in love with him immediately.

We knew right away he was something special. He was adept at hijacking food from the dinner table. He learned tricks easily. He was intense and bonded with us right away. He understood his people.

It was a 2-way street of respect. As a member of the family, Lou more than pulled his weight. If anyone was sick, he was glued to their side. His piercing blue eyes keeping watch. He absolutely guarded his people.

On the flipside, he could be a real menace to visitors. People don’t really take “don’t pet the cat” seriously. In this case, that was a huge mistake. Lou would cut a bitch in a second. He didn’t put up with anyone taking liberties with him.

It only made us love him more.

Lou took better care of me than I ever could’ve taken care of him. I miss him terribly. I look back on the years we had together and I know I got the better deal. Would I do it again? Without hesitation. That Siamese boy made my life immeasurably richer. I hope I did the same for him.”


Princess Minnie, 9/24/05 – 3/21/16

“She came into our lives as a six month old Boxer pup that needed a home and she was adorable. Six months old, a whopping 30lbs of tiny Boxer goodness. She has always had impeccable manners and came to us fully house trained, like an insta-dog. She fit in well with the pack and really cemented my love of Boxers. Those awful Boxer habits that the breed frequently has that you either love or hate? You know the ones I’m talking about – the energy of a perpetual toddler, the unexpected gut punts, the general bounciness…well, Minnie was always more on the dignified side so she was good at ‘converting’ people to the Boxer side.

Of course, Minnie was a grand dame, like her name sake, Minerva McGonagall. This poster was used for a charity cabaret show benefiting some orphaned bear cubs and this is by our good friend, MTP Studios. Over $6,000 was raised by this show! Always one to extend an altruistic paw, Minnie also appeared in a benefit calendar. Sure, sure…..it was supposed to be a Pit Bull calendar but she was an honorary Pit Bull just by association.

In September of 2015 Minnie was diagnosed with large cell lymphoma. We started chemotherapy and she was never sick a day, she really sailed through the treatments like a champ. Minnie let us know when it was time to say good-bye. With lots of tears, and a couple of cheeseburgers we ushered our girl from this life to the next. I hope everybody has the joy of  sharing their life with a special dog like Minnie.”


Nutmeg, February 2004 – January 2016

“We first saw Nutmeg as a puppy at the Humane Society.  We had been looking for a dog to be a companion for our second dog after  our first dog had passed away.  I first noticed Nutmeg because of her outstanding color, which is also the source of her name.  I became enamored of her once I approached her cage because she was quiet and sweet.  That, we were to find out, was the essence of her nature.  Soon we took her home, and she and our other dog became inseparable.  They always walked together, sat next to each other, and slept near each other.
     Nutmeg was soon a favorite of the neighborhood.  Her striking color drew others to her, but her sweet nature is what they loved most.  At first, our neighbors could not get used to her name:  They would ask about “Cinnamon” or “Chestnut”.  The best was when one neighbor saw us one day and asked us, “How is little Paprika?”  Whenever someone new met her in person, they always agreed that “Nutmeg” was such a perfect name for her!
    372174_1254633651As a young dog, Nutmeg loved the off-leash parks.  She would spend hours there, chasing balls thrown from a chuck-it, leaping high in the air.  She loved to play hide-and-seek with us in the tall grass, or run across fields.  Her favorite thing, however, was to swim in the river or lake.  She loved the water, and happily chased floating balls and would swim back with them for as long as we could stand to throw them.

    Eventually, as she got a little older, Nutmeg developed knee problems in her back legs, so after a while, there was no more leaping or swimming.  She still loved to take long walks for miles, and became very exploratory, developing a number of routes around the neighborhood that she enjoyed walking.  We would sometimes take deliberate walks to see chickens in a yard, or some Shetland ponies that were in small corral several blocks from home.  Nutmeg was always friendly toward other animals, and very fascinated by these non-dogs. 

Nutmeg dreaming of Christmas.

Nutmeg dreaming of Christmas.

She would be fascinated in watching them and trying to meet them.  She was a people pleaser, always gentle, gracious, polite, and just an elegant lady.  She was universally acknowledged as a true sweetheart, which is how I always referred to her.  She bore her final sickness with stoic grace.  She always made you feel that your coming home was the best event ever – always so happy to welcome us.  She was a lovely soul, and the only bad thing she ever did was not to live as long as we needed her to.  We miss her every day, but are filled with wonderful memories and gratitude that we were her family for her whole life.”


Sonny, a True Character – Left this Earth December 7, 2015

“Sonny was such a wonderful dog who we loved to walk and get massages. A character in every sense of the word…from his obsession with fallen pears to his snotty nose to his devotion to his mom, April Bartlett. We will miss you tremendously Sonny-man. RIP May you walk the streets of heaven with the same bravado you walked with on earth.”

Celebrating the Life of Leland (2001-2015)

“Leland came into our lives in 2010 when we met him on 24th Avenue East across the street from our old apartment. He was the neighborhood cat that everyone seemed to be feeding, but no one seemed to own. We encountered him many times on the street when he walked our dog. He was so sweet and friendly with us that when we moved to a different neighborhood, we were determined to bring him with us. On November 1st, 2010, we plotted our catnapping and then took him to the vet to get checked out. Since then Leland won a special place in our hearts. His gray and white fur was as soft as a cloud and his bright blue eyes showed how handsome he was despite being an older guy. He loved sitting on the couch, getting pet by Shane but had his moments when he would get feisty and swipe at you. We miss our little guy but know that he had an awesome life with us for the five years we had him.”IMG_1313 

 


Panda, a calm soul now at peace – July 2015

“We rescued Panda when he was around 10 years old. When we went to the shelter to meet him, we saw all the other dogs actively at their gates trying to get our attention. Panda, however, was fast asleep at the back of his enclosure completely happy and oblivious to any chaos around him. I knew instantly that he was to be our dog!

He was the calmest of dogs and the gentlest of souls. His quiet, sweet, trusting manor endeared him to everyone who met him. He truly was a special dog and just being around him made people happy. We will miss him dearly but were so glad to have almost two years with him and know he’s up there in dog heaven drinking all the water he wants followed by lots of naps.”

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Honoring Stan – July 2015

“Stan was an adoptable dog at Seattle Animal Shelter in 2005 when I was a volunteer dog walker. He was adopted and returned multiple times for being too hard to handle. After him being there for over a month I decided to bring the naughtiest dog at the shelter home. Stan was an excellent escape artist, barked in the car nonstop, liked to hunt birds and critters in the yard, shed like crazy, barked at animals on the tv, and would never come when you called him outside.

Stan was also a loving, protective, loyal friend.  I have always taken care of my dogs, but I always felt like Stan was taking care of me, too. He was the best. He was so gentle and sweet to his people. Stan was about 5 when I adopted him and I was lucky to have him almost 10 years. It’s very quiet here without him, but I like to think he’s causing trouble somewhere else when he’s not watching over us!”

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We Remember Mojo – Old Dog Haven – October 2014

“Shortly after we filled out an application to be an ODH (Old Dog Haven) foster home we were give the opportunity to take in Mojo, an old black lab mix that was relinquished at a shelter in Tacoma. He was sweet as can be but, thin, sickly and would not eat needless to say he had lost his mojo. In time and with some love and encouragement he gained weight, developed a beautiful shiny coat, learned to ride in the car with his head out the window, and even enjoyed a squeaky ball.

Once he got his mojo back he would talk to us whenever he was excited about something. He detested other dogs, but gave us everything he had. When asked, he would stay with our children until they fell asleep at night even when he would rather be eating snacks in front of the TV with dad. He always helped clean the floor, prewash the dishes, and keep the crows out of our yard. After 8 months with us he stopped talking and we found he had a nasal tumor.

Mojo is a beautiful dog that found a family that loves and will never forget him.”

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Dante Kerber — 11/18/00 – 6/27/14

“Dante was our family’s biggest and gentlest friend. Everyone that met him loved him. We took him with us everywhere we went, and he was always warmly welcomed.

Dante had the biggest heart. He loved our family feline since she was just a kitten, and she loved him back. He always looked out for puppies and small dogs. Dante’s favorite small dog was his brother Denali, who Dante is delighted to be reunited with somewhere over the rainbow bridge.

Dante was the most loyal dog. Neither the distance, nor the roughness of any terrain we hiked could cause him to stay behind. Dante’s place was always with his family. He never strayed, no matter the temptation.

Dante loved to swim and sit in water, to chase his ball at the park, and to go on hikes and walks. He also loved to bark and lunge at squirrels despite knowing he never had a chance in the world of actually catching one. But mostly, he loved to sleep on the couch.

We are so blessed to have had Dante with our family for nearly fourteen years. He was the truest friend and companion, and Dante will be missed greatly.”

Photo credit: Diego Rondon Ichikawa


Kenobi left this world April 14, 2014

p1000561-1398901687“Kenobi and I first met about 18 years ago, when he was a puppy and I was a child, and it was love at first sight.
Throughout our many years together, Kenobi was my best friend, my first true love, and my mentor in life.  He always took care of me and taught me to find strength and joy in all situations.  As our lives changed and progressed, our bond only became stronger.  Kenobi was there when my husband, Nate, and I exchanged vows, he was there when we adopted our kitty, Sabrina, he was there for every major life event, and he was there to lend a fuzzy shoulder whenever I needed support.
Our sweet Kenobi was not just a dog, but a valued and important member of our family.  He will always be with us and he will always be a part of us.  Although we miss him terribly, he will live in our memories and in our hearts forever.
I know that I will continue to love him every day of my life.”


Linus – May 10, 1998 – Feb 8, 2014

img_2020-1392398516 “Linus and his brother Eddie were found as kittens, eyes still closed, abandoned in a warehouse in San Jose, CA. I took them home at 3 months, and they were “my boys” for the next 15+ years. Twins in appearance but completely different in personality, Linus was smaller and also sweet and shy. He liked to sleep under the blankets, drink out of “people” glasses, and curl up in your lap any chance he got. He was always a climber, scaling his cat tree like a monkey rather than jumping like “other” cats. He joins his brother who passed in September, 2013 and hopefully they’re curled up together somewhere just like they used to be so much of the time.”