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Harley Towberman

Our precious Harley, who suffered with bone cancer, went to heaven last week. We are very blessed by God to have shared eleven years of life… loving and adoring Harley.

He was so very human to us. Harley loved so deeply, desired to heal anyone in need that was in his presence, had the honorable soul of a saint, and taught us how to feel real joy in the moment. The gift of his unconditional love will always be with us.

Nine years ago when we lost our eighteen year old treasured kitty Isabelle, whom we still miss, we felt her continued presence in little two year old Harley because she helped raise him. Now, we have our little Toby, Harley’s Golden brother who is five years old, remaining with us, who is carrying on Harley’s living legacy because Harley raised Toby from a pup and instilled his beautiful ways in his little brother.

We are grieving and yet feel totally blessed to have had Harley’s mind, body and soul join us in this life. We will deeply love Harley forever.

With gratitude for your support and prayers,

Tom and Wanda

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Ralph Benes

Ralph fought a short but miserable battle with idiopathic epilepsy. He was only 15 months old and on 4 strong meds with little relief. He loved us unconditionally throughout. His beautiful piercing eyes , bounding joy and energy is dearly missed .Thank you Dr Thorpe for a peaceful and dignified passing

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Tukcer Conn

Our sweet Tucker went across the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. Here’s hoping he’s reunited with his sister, Scamper, and that they’re playfully chasing each other again.
I saw his face, so full of character, 12 years ago when as a stray, he came up to watch me wash my truck. He saw the big “S” for Sucker tattooed on my forehead and kept coming around. After being well-fed, he decided I could be his owner. The rest is history. I miss him so much my heart hurts!

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Bart Eulogy SM

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Sammy Regali

Right around this time two years ago, you were found wandering in Millsboro, VA all by yourself. Despite a lot of effort, your owners never claimed you. Initially considered “unadoptable” given your snowy white face and obvious old age, I stumbled across your picture online and immediately fell in love. Deciding to adopt an old dog wasn’t easy, because I knew today would eventually come and I knew my heart would break into a million pieces….But I also knew you didn’t see it that way. You had a lot more love to give. So you came home with us for a fresh start. Since then, you’ve visited every park and vineyard and golf course and dog-friendly B&B in central VA, jumped in a pool with a lifevest on, ate homemade dog cake and ice cream, went on hundreds of your beloved car rides, and slept in comfy hotel beds from Nags Head to Asheville. You let me cry into your fur more times than I’d like to admit and have made every day a little bit sweeter.
Some people probably think I’m silly for caring so much about an old dog I only knew for two years, but they didn’t know you. I only wish I could be with you for all the new adventures you’ll go on when your legs are working better and that silly old cancer is gone. Run free, sweet boy, and know that you are always with me. Love, your mom

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Ria Bryant

Ria was a very unique and rare dog. We called her Ferdinand because she loved laying in the flowers and grass by herself. She would sniff the air and flowers around her watching everyone else go about their day. She could find any body of water wherever we were and would splash around joyfully. She was very loyal and would keep an eye on me at all times just to make sure I was okay. I planted hydrangeas in honor of Ria’s love for beautiful flowers. Words cannot describe how much she will be missed.

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Allie Bruggman

Allie (March 2004-March 2017) was a corgi/cattle dog mix. She was a rescue and we adopted her in 2006. Allie had 3 previous names and we will never know her story but we were the lucky ones. She was very intelligent, well-mannered, obedient, independent, protective, and quiet. She would let us know when it was time for any affection. True to the cattle dog breed, she developed a strong attachment to her owner. My husband was her person and she would not let him out of her sight. She would wait by the door whenever he was gone.
Our final gift to her was preparing for a peaceful death. Knowing she would be leaving us was very hard. We will be forever grateful to Dr. Thorpe for helping us through this difficult and emotional time. Allie had a good life with lots of love.

D. L. Bruggeman

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Dolly

It all feels a bit surreal. Four days after returning from one of the most glorious, life-affirming, soul-changing vacations I’ve ever taken, I found myself saying goodbye to my best girlfriend. My Big Fuff, my Duchess Dollyrhymple, my Dolly. She was diagnosed with a vaccine sarcoma back in May and had been in slow decline since Thanksgiving. Each day looking more and more like a buffalo. Still eating everything in sight, still Miss Personality Plus. Just moving a tad more slowly, a bit more cautiously. Savoring every single nap in the sunbeam. Smiling at me with her eyes just a bit more deeply.

When our sitter informed us the day before our return she had stopped eating I knew we needed to prepare a farewell. And I was grateful for the spiritual food I’d taken into my starving soul while in Paris. As if in solidarity I caught the most hellacious bronchial infection of my life while on the plane. One which brought me to my knees. Even as I write this the words swim and the knowledge my companion is gone doesn’t feel entirely quite real. The absence of her constant whirring motor at my feet as I write feels louder than bombs.

The three days we had together were our most special of all, full of afternoon naps on the couch, the chair, the bed. Lots of purring on her part and much of the lovey special baby talk crazy cat ladies like me reserve for their special ones. Her passage was peaceful, the sky bright, the weather uncommonly warm. The Hubby says I spoke many beautiful words to the air during the ceremony but I just don’t recall.

Needless to say the juxtaposition of such bright glorious spiritual light in the dual forms of an uplifting trip and a great loss coupled with a terrific illness has knocked the feet out from under me. I’ll need a couple of weeks to get back. To digest it all and practice extreme self care. To get well. There will be a podcast Thursday, as always. That is my commitment to you, Dear Listener. Regular programming will return January 2nd. I promise many stories and much laughter. And I wish every one of you many quiet moments of joy. Of peace. Namaste.

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Marleigh

My Forever Pet

“There’s something missing in my home,
I feel it day and night,
I know it will take time and strength
Before things feel quite right.

But Just for now, I need to mourn,
My hear — it needs to mend.
Though some may say it’s ‘just a pet’
I know I’ve lost a friend.

You’ve brought such laughter to my home,
and a richness to my days…
A constant friend through joy or loss,
With gentle loving ways.

Companion, pal, and confidante
a friend I won’t forget,
You’ll live for always in my heart,
My sweet forever pet..”

-Susanne Taylor

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Jerry Memorial

On January 3, 1999 we rescued our Jerry along with his brother as they huddled by a heat pump trying to keep warm. We brought home these two kitties where they brought joy to our household these past 16 to 17 years. Jerry has been a kitty who was patient with attention from all ages including grandchildren and guests and plus cohabited well with our many adopted dogs and kitties.

Yesterday, May 19,2016 we said goodbye to our Jerry as he passed on the Rainbow Bridge. He lived a long and wonderful life. I will miss seeing him sleeping in his bed by our hearth and feeling his warmth as he rested and slept in my lap. I will surely miss his presence on my pillow as I slept through the night. Good bye to my Jerry. You will be missed so much.

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