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Snoopy Roper

We let Snoopy go on June 25th and it was as easy for my sweet boy as I hoped it would be.
Snoopy hated car rides. He loved being home with our other dog, cats and his chickens. He enjoyed watching the neighbor boys play basketball and walking to the mailbox with another neighbor. He wasn’t the smartest dog – took us 11 years to teach him to bark for a treat but he had the biggest heart and is missed by many.


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


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.


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


Lexi K

“Lexi was a very sweet girl who loved to run, swim, eat treats, and most of all, be with her family. We all really miss her. She will live in our hearts forever.”


Malcolm Hero- a gentle sweet German Shepherd-age 7 years. Malcolm was a blessing to us, and will live in our hearts forever.Malcolm Walker


Buddy Shadow Tuz 2

“Sam and I miss you so much, but I know that’s because you were such an amazing dog. We’ll miss our long walks, snuggling on the couch, and your huge smile. You were always there for us, and made us feel better whenever we had a bad day. You were my best friend, and I’ll never forget you.”


Sebastian 2000-2016
Sebastian was a half-grown stray kitten hanging around my agency when one of the security personnel asked if I could help. I and a friend took him to my vet for the day, and then I took him home that night. One gaze into those gold-green eyes with his paws wrapped around my neck and I was lost.
Sebastian was an amazingly friendly cat, trusting and liking everyone, and quickly became my Walmart greeter. He greeted everyone who came to my house, accompanying them anywhere in the house, supervising and keeping company with them until they left, workman or visitor. If I had an overnight guest or company who stayed longer, he ensured that they were not lonely or missing their pets, always snuggling, always softly purring. He helped me do most everything, although I think his favorite was wrapping Christmas presents. And Sebastian had an uncanny ability to know where I was going, always preceding me to that destination so he’d be there, ready to help whatever I was doing.
In addition to the sun, he also loved my other cats and dogs, one dog in particular with similar coloring so I have many pictures of them snoozing together. He never got angry (well, maybe with one particular cat) but always gracefully giving way until the time was right for his turn, even with my computer. Many a time I’d be sitting with my laptop on my lap and suddenly find a buff-and-white cat on the laptop gazing into my eyes for the anticipated nuzzling and stroking.
As do many cats, Sebastian became hyperthyroid. The crushed pills in food were ok for quite a long time but then he suddenly took a dislike and refused them. The flavored medicine squirted into his mouth was absolutely detested and, for the first time in his life, avoided me like the plague. His meds were changed to an ointment rubbed into his ear, which was acceptable to him and he trusted me again. But the hyperthyroidism became uncontrollable and, when added to his congestive heart failure, told me his time was limited. I had his favorite canned foods available at all hours of the day and night, and was woken up several times a night so he could snack. He was with me far longer than anyone expected, but the inevitable happened and he just quit eating.
Thank you, Dr. Thorpe, for allowing my beloved Sebastian to cross in the warmth and safety of his own home.


Allie of AlbemarleAllie jump

Athletic, smart, and loyal are the best words to describe our sweet Miss Allie. She brought fun to our lives. Jumping for joy was the way she started every walk. She enjoyed jumping in pools, on beds, and over downed trees on our walks through the woods. One of our best family vacation memories includes Allie jumping off the dock into a canal at Sandbridge, Virginia. She wouldn’t just run places, she would dart around trees, through gardens, and circle friends.

Her favorite food other than treats were popcorn and carrots. She could even be outside and smell the popcorn and come running to the door. Before every breakfast she always had a long stretch and pushed her nose under your elbow till you scratched under her chin. What a way to start each day!

Her loyalty was shown by always laying at your side. I miss your prance out to the car every evening and the thump of your tail when we walk in a room. Just having you lay next to us is a joy we will miss. We miss you so much but are glad you can run like the wind again.

Thanks to Cheryl for guiding us this past year. Your gentleness, compassion, and kindness is unmatched. Words cannot express our gratitude for helping us through this difficult time.



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.