Blog Archives

Josie chose me as her person 14 years ago. I sat down next to a cage of 4 sleeping cats who were available for adoption. When I opened the door Josie walked out and laid in my lap with her paws draped over my arms. Thus began our friendship.

I often referred to Josie as my shadow. She’d greet me at the door and follow me around the house until I sat down so she could curl up in my lap. At night she’d race up stairs to be first to bed. She liked to sleep curled up in the crook of my arm. When not sleeping, she loved playing with toy mice and even fetched. Sacks of catnip were also a favorite.

As Josie aged, she suffered from several medical issue. For a few years we controlled them with medication. We called Dr. Thorpe once Josie’s quality of life deteriorated. We were able to say goodbye in the privacy of our home with the dignity my friend Josie deserved. IMG_3700_2


Bria had a quirky personality, which pleased me no end. She was fascinated by water, and loved to curl up in the bathroom sink; she also liked to give her water dish a shove so that water would lap over onto the floor. Whenever I bought flowers into the house, her whole body would go electric and I’d have to keep them out of her reach, or leave them on the porch and enjoy them through a window. (I think she must have been a florist in a past life.) She loved feet and shoes, and spent lots of time on an ottoman, leaning against my grateful feet. Ten years wasn’t nearly long enough–but she gave me a decade of silliness and delight, and for that I’m deeply grateful. Bria_in_sink


Tigger was a special cat. He helped John through lung surgery recovery. They played every day for a year while John was off work. Tigger was a very smart, very loyal and loving cat.
One day I said to John “Don’t you think we should get Tigger a pet?” He said “Why he already has two.” Meaning he and I.
We had the pleasure of watching him grow up and going through different stages of his fifteen years. We loved him with all our hearts.
TJ, Tigger’s brother and I miss him very much.
Carolyn Tigger’s MomDSCN1136


Where does one begin when describing Charlotte? On a scale of 1-10, she was a 20. Prettier than her picture, smarter than her owners, more loyal than an Eagle Scout. We got her as a pup during the same month in which I retired 14 years ago. There weren’t many days that we didn’t go for a walk together. Those walks lasted about an hour and it wasn’t until about 3-4 years ago that they began to get shorter and shorter as we both got older and older. As befitted her name she was our neighborhood’s “Queen Charlotte,” known to many and missed by all who knew her.Charlotte



Re: my beloved Jessamine II

Dr. Thorpe,

I am so grateful for the compassion and tenderness shown in your attention to my Jessie during her last weeks with us. In your care, Jessie’s quality of life was of utmost importance, and this gave me peace of mind so I could focus totally on Jessie’s spiritual and emotional needs. As we each should be, Jess deserved to be safe in her own mind, strong in spirit, happy in heart, and free from fear and pain. I was honor bound by the love Jessie and I shared for almost seventeen years to let her go when it was her time.

I am so thankful that Jess shared her last moments with me, and I appreciate your helping me love Jessie through it. My girl Jess left this world with dignity, respect, and in peace at home where she was happiest. Thank you, Dr. Thorpe, for this gift.

Corky Miller


Jessie on her first Valentine’s Day almost 17 years ago- my little blessingDr. Thorpe,







She came to us at 14 weeks of age after being passed from house to house (we were the 5th) before finding her forever home with us. She was tall and skinny, and her huge ears had just perked up. Afraid of everything (who could blame her), she soon settled in and became the most incredibly sweet dog we’ve had the honor to call ours.

Hilda took great joy in racing the squirrels along the fence, leaping into leaves, playing ‘Stomp’, chasing deer (a buck once!), wapping Bunny-without-ears from side to side in her mouth. She buried her massive snout into our sides. Allowed our granddaughter to ‘ride’ her and sleep on her. Cuddled with her Beagle sister (Loie). Raced to be first in line for her Denta-Stick when we asked ‘What time is it’? (7 PM, and don’t you forget it!).

Even while she was losing control of her legs she was amazing, loving, precious and will be sorely, sorely missed. We love you Hilda!

Screen shot 2014-10-25 at 7.44.03 AM

I never expected Sage Veterinary’s first Memorial to be one of my own beloved pets.

We lost our little Annie this past September. She succumbed to complications that followed being bumped by a car in our own driveway, a tragically common accident for older pets. Annie was our first “little dog” and came to us in a roundabout way. We intended to be her foster home, but she quickly became part of our family. In her “previous life”, Annie had been a pampered little lady – resting on dog beds atop sofas, sporting matching hair barrettes and sweaters, and eating complicated varieties of gourmet foods, vitamins and supplements. We quickly discerned that she did not know much about the outside world; she had clearly never climbed a mountain, chased a squirrel or drunk water from a stream. Little Annie was fortunately a quick learner and soon she was enjoying the good outdoor life. She became mascot of the XC team, ran muddy trails with glee, and sported her new “scruffy” look with apparent pride. In short, she was a joy. We were lucky to have her for almost 5 years and we will always miss the little brown ball of energy that was our “Annie Girl”. We think of Annie and smile every time we see a dog in a striped polo shirt. –ANNIE