Pet Memorials

If you want to remember a friend who is no longer with you and want to immortalize him/her on our Pet Memorial Page, please contact us by e-mail so we can include your special friend here. Send a message to Info@VeryImportantPetz.com. Include:

• Your Name
• Your E-mail Address
• Your Phone number
• A Good Quality Digital Photo of Your Departed Friend for Inclusion on the Memorial

Sam

Tribute to Sam, April 1, 1995 – July 21, 2009

Sam was the Best Dog. He was the "Original Very Important Pet". From the first day he came into our life, April 1, 1995, Sam had that special spark that set him apart.

Connie and our son, Kevin were looking at puppies at the Humane Society. As the other puppies climbed over each other to get their attention, Kevin noticed the big black puppy in the back corner... It was Sam. In his own way, Sam said, "I’m special. If you like me, I’m here."

It was spring, 1995. We had just gotten our first house. There were three things we needed as new homeowners. First was the garage door opener, second the basketball hoop in the driveway for our 11-year-old son and thirdly the puppy for our boy. We never did get the garage door opener.. The car has never been in the garage. Kevin is now 25-years old. He grew up and moved away. The basketball hoop is no longer used and is now rusting.. Sam, the puppy lived with us for more than 14 years. I became "his boy".

I called him the "Best Dog". No dog was ever gentler or better natured. Sam and I would walk through our neighborhood in the mornings after I came home from working the night shift. He seemed to love the attention from school children who wanted to pet him as they waited for the bus. He was the mascot for several soccer and baseball teams on which Kevin was a player.

In March, 2008, Sam was diagnosed with Cancer. He had just had a tumor removed . The Vet told us his form of cancer was aggressive. He would recover from the surgery and be fine but ultimately, "he had weeks not months to live".

We were very fortunate. Sam didn’t hear the Vet, he just lived. He taught us to live and to enjoy the moment. We didn’t know when it would all end but we certainly enjoyed the time we had.

The other morning, I got up for work. He had no interest in food. This was unusual. He was usually quite assertive in telling me when he was ready to eat. He just lay there that morning. I had been expecting a time when he would lose interest in eating as a sign he was coming to the end.

But Sam wasn’t quite ready to give up just yet. He rallied. He ate the next day, with great enthusiasm. He slowly climbed the stairs to join us in our room. He romped in the yard.

Today, we took him back to the Vet. She explained the tumor was very large it affected his breathing and his elimination. He was blinded by cataracts, deaf and stiffened with arthritis. She reminded us how much pain he must be suffering despite his cheerfulness and eagerness to be with us.

Sam was "put to sleep" at 2:30 p.m. as we held him and stroked his fur. I cried. We brought him home to rest in a small clearing I cut into the woods behind our house.

Sam was my dog. He was my special friend. I will always resmember how much he touched my heart.

It was hard to let him go but he will always have a piece of me.

- Dennis
Loved by Sam

Coby

Chloe

Chloe came into our lives in January 1994 at the time when she was needed most. She followed me to college. She then followed me to California, and was a great comfort in moving so far away from home. Sadly, Chloe was the one thing that did not leave California when I did. She went off to Rainbow Bridge in September 2005. I know she's now having lots of fun again like when she was a puppy, but she is still loved and missed each and every day.

Owner - Shelley

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Emmitt

Goodbye Emmitt my friend, you were a great dog. A sweet, wonderful, loving, goofy dog, he loved our family and we loved him. My husband was HIS boy & before we had kids they were a team. But he adored the kids, watched over them, and was always there with us. After almost 12 years with us, we'll miss him every day, forever.

Ziggy (and Emmitt)

Ziggy, aka The Fat Cat, was a very sweet cat. Not very bright, but really sweet! Twice in one month he ran up a tree and then couldn't get back down! Another time he tried to chase a squirrel up a tree but he was too fat so he fell backward with a thump, and I swear the squirrel laughed! We loved him and miss him. Wherever you are Zig, I hope you catch the squirrel this time.

Cadie

She was loved. 1996-2011.

Bailey Bob “Boo” Conway
January 2000 – November 14, 2010

Boo was my best friend and soul mate. He was the most loving and loyal friend I’ve ever known. We adopted Boo from the Humane Society of the Harrisburg Area when he was just a baby. The ten years that I spent with him were full of love and joy and agonizingly too short.

My husband feared that I’d never be ready emotionally when the time came for Boo to go to the Rainbow Bridge. He was right. That time came, unexpectedly, on Sunday, November 14, 2010. I had always promised Boo that I would never let him suffer, and the time had come to fulfill that promise. We rushed to the vet where Boo was hospitalized. Boo came into the exam room and with the energy he had left, he gave us bunches of kisses – trying to kiss away our tears and make things better like Boo kisses always did. Then he lay down beside me - tight up against me just like we both loved best - and I held him, my face against his.

As the vet was administering the drug (she too got a kiss from Boo), my tears soaking his face and my heart breaking, all I could think about was that I couldn’t believe that I was holding my Boo for the last time.

Not a day has gone by that I haven’t shed a tear missing him. Everyone who knew Boo cried when they found out he was gone. He left a legacy of being a pitbull ambassador – changing the hearts and minds of everyone who met him.

Boo, until the day we meet again, I carry you in my heart and soul. You will always be the “Boo” love of my life.

Your Mommy, Jennifer Conway

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Lucy

Lucy was a sweet girl who asked for very little in life. I wanted to tell you how I met Lucy, if that is OK. 15 years ago in August I was renting a townhouse in West Hanover township. One Saturday I thought I heard a cat crying, but wasn’t sure. I kept hearing, it, though, so I finally went outside to investigate. In the middle of the parking lot was a beautiful little adult tabby cat, crying. A neighbor told me that she had been sitting there for quite some time. She responded to petting and was very sweet. I gave her some food and other neighbors were feeding her too. She started coming to my back deck door regularly, and I would feed her. Then I set up a little shelter for her on the deck. I didn’t want to bring her in the house because I already had a cat, Arlo.

But Lucy was persistent. She would come to my patio door and cry and ask to come in, even after eating. I used to joke that it was like she was asking if she could please move inside and be my little kitty. Finally one night I let her come inside and sleep in the house. The next morning I let her back outside. A little while later I heard loud miaowing outside. I went to the patio door and there was Lucy at the door, proudly displaying a dead vole that she had brought me. What a little hunter. I didn’t condone the killing of rodents, of course, but I praised her profusely and traded the dead vole for some fresh cat food which she was very happy to get. That little transaction sealed the deal, and Lucy and I adopted each other.

I did advertise to try to find her owner, and a little neighbor boy helped me put up a lot of signs, but no one ever claimed poor little Lucy. When I took her to the vet he told me that she had already been spayed. We could never figure out where she had come from, or why she was sitting there in the parking lot for so long, crying. Some neighbors thought that someone had moved away and left her there; others thought someone had driven her out there and abandoned her. Or, perhaps she had just wandered too far from home and gotten lost. We never knew.

The first time I saw Lucy I felt so sorry for her. She seemed so sad. I think I always continued to feel that way about her, somewhat, all her life. There was something sad, yet so very sweet, about her. She almost never played with toys; it was as if she had never learned how to do that. I am not sure if I really gave her what she needed, but she seemed fairly content with her life. She was very focused on other cats and bonded a lot with my cat Arlo. She was lost after he died 5 years ago. She did not bond as much with Paddy and Milo but I think they were still pretty good company for her. She did not like to be alone.

Bitsey

My first real dog-all of the other beagles were “hunters” but Bitsey preferred me to rabbits much to my father’s chagrin.
Owner - AnnaMarie J.

Casey & Dante

My husband left and she entered, the best day of my life. Fuzzy faced, even tempered and full of love for me and Dante.

Casey was adopted one year and Dante the next-but the love was immediate between the two. They ate out of the same bowl and slept curled up together. Dante hated UPS trucks. Seeing one would turn him into Cujo. Both dogs were loyal, protective, and even when I would inadvertently leave the front door opened and they were up for a little adventure, they never wandered far from home, choosing instead to go from porch to porch to visit the neighbors.
Owner - AnnaMarie J.

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