Remembrance

Welcome To My Pet Remembrance Page
This page is dedicated to all those pets that have come in and out of my life. I wanted to do something to remember them all by. Each of them hold a special place in my heart...and always will...

Take a look at my special babies. Each has a short story about them. Click on the picture to get a larger view of them.

Pal Pal was the very first dog I remember as a child. He was the family dog at home in Wisconsin. He was a great dog, even though I was too young to really appreciate him. Pal lived to a ripe old age and was put down from normal old age causes.

Rambling Jet Star Jet was my very first horse. He actually was my friends horse back home in Wisconsin and she "shared" him with me. We sure used to have a lot of fun with him. He was a great horse and in many ways taught me how to ride...or get bucked off as the case sometimes was! Jet had gone many different ways, but eventually ended up back with my friend, where he lived the rest of his years in pasture. Jet passed away at a ripe old age due to complications with a reaction to a shot. He certainly will always be remembered.

Teddy Teddy was never actually my horse, but he certainly was close enough to me. I used to lead trail rides in my youth at a stable in Wisconsin, and Teddy was the horse I always rode. At that young age, I would have given anything to own him. When a new owner took over the stable I worked at, Teddy was sold. I got in contact with the new owner of Teddy and visited once. A few years down the road, she wrote me saying Teddy had died of a twisted stomach. He was a special horse to me.

Joshua Joshua was the next dog to enter into our family when I was still at home in Wisconsin. He was a Doberman Pinscher and just a big old baby! I used to run when I was younger and Josh loved to go along with me. Josh too was put down from normal old age causes.

McDougal McDougal was my very first dog. He was an unwanted Beagle mix. McDougal was very head strong, and had some problems with separation anxiety. I'm sure this is why the prior owners did not want him. I however, dealt with him best I could and he eventually turned out just fine. I took him in without any second thoughts. Could you resist that face? He was a wonderful dog and I had taught him many tricks. He joined the family back home in Wisconsin, and spent many years along with Joshua. McDougal then moved to Pennsylvania with me when I got married. Fondly called "Doogies" by my mother, McDougal would rule the roost over Joshua. Even though Joshua was 85lbs and McDougal considerably less, he would bark and send Josh to finish the job! McDougal died due to an unfortunate accident on the farm after we moved to the Pudgerossa. The loss of him was a hard one to handle.

Heather Heather was my ex-husbands dog. I brought McDougal out with me and I now had Heather as well. She was a Sheltie dog. Heather had a great attitute towards her "new life" with McDougal. She was a very well behaved dog. Heather moved to the farm with us as well and lived a full life before we put her down from normal old age causes.

Boots Boots was also my ex-husbands. He was the very first cat I ever had. I didn't really care too much for cats when I was younger seeing as we always had dogs. Boots changed that for me. I then became an avid cat lover, and as you'll see down further...a bit "overboard" at times with them! Boots also made the move to the farm and enjoyed his new surroundings for many years. Boots lived out his entire 9 lives and them some. Boots was an indoor and outdoor cat. He lived to be 18 years of age before being diagnosed with several cysts or tumors on him. His time had finally come, we put him down to rest.

Sasha Seeing as I enjoyed Boots so much. I decided that we needed another cat. Off to the SPCA we went. There we both fell in love with Sasha. She was a wonderful cat and such a lover. Brought her home and what fun. Try telling Boots a kitten is a bundle of joy! They learned to eventually get along just fine. Sasha was to stay indoors, so Boots could "get away" so to speak. Sasha also made the move with us to the farm and spent several wonderful years before being diagnosed with one of the dreaded cat deseases called FIP before her old age. Another hard decision to make putting her down.

Gretchen Gretchen was the next dog to enter into my life. She was around 3 years old when I was asked if we could take her in. I, being the animal lover that I am, said I would give her a home. Gretchen came home to live with McDougal and Heather. McDougal enjoyed the young ambition of Gretchen, and Heather just kind of accepted the situation. Gretchen moved right into our new home on the farm where she spent a while in the house. She had always had some chewing and separation anxiety problems, and the move may have made it worse. My guess again, why the prior owners really didn't want her. So we built a kennel outside to help out and put her in when we went away. Gretchen came back into the house permanantly after a few years, and was well behaved from that point on. Gretchen lived to be around 15 years old before she started to loose her sight and hearing. She also got to the point of other problems as well. Her zest for life was gone, though she lived a full one at that. We put Gretchen down when she got to the point of loosing her will to live and not able to get around. Always hardest decisions, and again, will always be remembered with love.

Moonlite Mystique Misty was my very first horse that I owned. She was a registered Quarter Horse. Misty was 2 years old when we bought her from some friends of ours. I trained her and she moved into our new home on the farm with us. I eventually sold Misty to move on to other horses to train. The folks I sold her to just loved her. A few years passed and when I heard the news that she had died due to colic, I broke into tears. She was a great mare, and I always look back on it as did I make the right decision to sell her. I know the couple that bought her, and they too suffered a great loss. There was nothing any of us could have done to stop such an unfortunate thing to happen to a horse. Colic is probably the biggest taker of a horses life. Misty was loved by all who entered into her life.

Midnite Midnite was one of the very first barn cats we had. After moving to the farm, having a stable seemed like we needed stable cats. Midnite was one of serveral I took in from the same friends whom we bought Misty from. Midnite was a typical tom cat it would seem. He just up and disappeared one day. I assumed he just found something better to his liking, however a fox or something could have gotten him as well. Midnite served his days in the stable well.

Smoke Smoke also was one of the cats first brought into the stable. Smoke was a youngster and didn't have the wisdom too well of being an outdoor cat. She grew a bit older and spent some time in the stable, however was very timid and wild in nature. Smoke wound up being hit by a vehicle on the road. This would be the first sign of my not liking having outdoor cats, and will prove my point later when I decided to take them all in after loosing too many on the road.

Pee Wee Pee Wee was another cat I took in for the stable. She did well outside, but eventually I did bring her into the house. All the cats that were left outside in the stable wound up being brought in and fixed. After Pee Wee lived her life outside, she then joined the indoor animals. Pee Wee used to be a bit wild in nature and turned out to be a loving cat. She lived a good many years enjoying her life inside before she was diagnosed with an intestine problem. We put Pee Wee down due to her lack of control. This was a hard thing to do, she was a great cat.

Squirt Squirt was the only kitten that Pee Wee had. When we had the stable cats, Pee Wee and Precious had kittens. Pee Wee only had one kitten however, and it was Squirt. Squirt was a super freindly kitten and grew into a great stable cat. We lost Squirt on the road, and this was my turning point as to wanting to take all the cats into the house and fix them from that point forward.

Huey Squirt had a litter of her own when she got older. This picture is of Huey and his brothers, Louie and Dewey. Huey is the one up front. Huey was still a kitten when he ventured into the dog kennel. One of the dogs we had in the kennel at the time didn't want any intruders and attacked Huey. I took Huey to the vets, where he did not make it over night. A traumatic experience to say the least.

Kittens When the cats were outside, Precious seemed to pound out the kittens. Pee Wee and Squirt only had one litter each. I kept some of them and gave some away. This is one of the litters Precious had. This litter Precious had inside the house, and after that she was fixed and stayed in the house. I'm dedicating this picture to those kittens that didn't make it due to accidents, still births and runts. These kittens are dedicated to those I've lost.

Spirit Spirit was one of Precious' kittens. She was a runt and even though I tried to nurture her back to health, she did not make it. Loosing these kittens was also a main factor in fixing all the cats and indoors only. It was just too hard on me too loose them.

Smokes Smokes also was a kitten from Precious. Smokes I also nurtured from the start. She was born with problems and lived for a while, but again I was unable to get her healthy.

Inky Inky was a cat I could not resist picking up when I was getting hay one day. She was so sweet and lovable I just couldn't resist. Needless to say she came home with me that day. She spent several years being a joy to me. Inky was diagnosed with another deadly feline desease called FIV. Putting her down was hard on me.

Barney & Betty Barney and Betty were two Java Finches I bought with a friend of mine at a bird show. Beautiful sounding birds. I had given both back to my friend to try and breed them and one passed on. I got Barney back and he lived a bit longer. I used to have Parakeets back home in Wisconsin as well and would like to dedicate this picture to them also, in remembrance of them.

Lu Lu Lu Lu was my first large parrot. He was a Citron Crested Cockatoo. Lu Lu was certainly a bundle of fun. He would talk and make such funny noises. This bird I loved dearly. He got sick one day, and didn't want to eat. I took him to the vet. He spent weeks there and to no avail. An autopsy showed he had some liver problems. It was a hard loss loosing this bird. I enjoyed his company and loved him dearly.

Sunshine Sunshine was a Persian cat that some friends of ours found around their farm. They had her outside and tried to help her. She was in very bad shape and I knew this. When asked if I wanted to take her in to try to help her I did. Unfortunately, she was way beyond help. I got her to a vets and on medication, but it was just not enough. I do feel, however, that what little time she spent with us, she enjoyed, and her last remembrance of life were good ones.

Muffin & Taffy Muffin and Taffy were two kittens I took in from my neighbor. They were wild and tender trapped at his place of work. I fell in love with both of them even though each were scared to death. Taffy was more frightened then Muffin was. Taffy once even got outside and I had to tender trap her back into the house. Both cats eventually became loving and trusting to us. Taffy died before Muffin did from the desease FIP. Muffin lived a longer life with us but he wound up being diagnosed with FIV later in life. Both cats needed to be put down. These deseases are contracted from outdoor conditions, sexually transmitted, saliva, blood, and genetics. Even though these deaseses are not present from the start sometimes, can appear later in life and be carriers of these deseases. I here want to stipulate the importance of fixing your cat if it's an outdoor cat, or deal with this. Muffin and Taffy were both fixed when of age, these deseases they were born with.

Tigger Tigger was one of Precious' kittens. He started out as a barn cat and was one of the cats brought into the house when I had brought them in. Tigger was a mellow cat and loving. We used to fondly call him "Tigs". Tigger had some eye problems, but managed very well considering this. He lived a good many years in the house and enjoyed himself. One morning I found him passed away behind the couch. I do not know what happened to him. I can only hope that he just fell asleep and did not wake up. His death was shockingly unexpected to say the least.

Rollie Rollie was the first pigeon I took in. He was a Roller Pigeon. My neighbors cousin had been raising them, and thought Rollie was sick so had let him loose next door. I took him in instantly and nurtured him back to health. Later I took in all his pigeons and found homes for them or kept them, due to the fact he no longer wanted them and was going to let them loose or take to a pigeon shoot. This I could not handle. Rollie lived in a cage initially and later I built a bigger cage for all of them to roost in. Eventually, and to this day, they now have the run of the hay loft and fly loose around the stable. Rollie lived several years before he passed on, I'm guessing just from old age.

Pigeons This picture is dedicated to two of the brown Himalayan Pigeons I lost not long after taking a bunch of them in and before I had named them all. One I lost when I was on vacation, I assume he just passed away. He was found in the cage. The other I had lost when I went to let them loose from the cage into the stable to roost in our newly built hay loft. She had flown out of the stable in fright and I could not catch her and she could not figure out how to get back in on her own. She hung in my neighbors garden for a bit but passed away. We were unsuccesful in trying to catch her. This picture is a remembrace for them. They both looked like this and could even be one of them pictured here.

Callie Callie was a beautiful long haired Calico cat. I got Callie from an animal rescue. She was too hard to resist saying no not to bring her into the family. Callie was a loving cat and lived a long, happy, healthy life with us. Unexpectedly one morning, she started breathing heavy. I knew something was wrong and called the vet. We put her down minutes later after the vet came out. The vet believed she was having some sort of respiratory breakdown or heart attack. This was such a hard thing to do, so unexpected and out of the blue. I said my goodbye to her, she was purring as I said goodbye. Very hard moment to deal with. She will be remembered with love always.

Blacky Blacky was another of Precious' kittens. He also was a barn cat for a while as well. He was brought into the house of course later. Blacky was a super sweet cat. He lived a long life as well and was a happy cat. As he got older, Blacky got sick. He had trouble eating and was loosing weight. The vet believed he had cancer. I payed special attention to him and cleaned him up daily. We did all we could for him till he just "let us know" it was time. He had lost his will to live. We took Blacky to the vets to be put down. Here we said goodbye and he also was purring and giving us that look of such love and admiration. So very hard to do. Blacky will always be in my heart, as each of them are.

Dewey Dewey was one of Squirts kittens. He started out in the stable as well. Dewey had a super personality and was very loving. He would enjoy making "bread" on your lap all the time while purring. Dewey lived a long life in the house. Just like his Grandma, Pee Wee, he wound up having intestinal problems later in life. He lost control. We cleaned up after him for a long time. When I knew his time was near, I even let him out to join me as I worked outside by the house during the days. Those last days that Dewey lived, he could not have been more of a happy cat. He passed away quietly in his sleep. I do know he had a full life and enjoyed it very much. I miss him very much, but he is in my heart.

Louie Louie was also one of Squirts kittens. He too was a stable cat for a while. Like his brother Dewey, Louie had the same personality and just as loving. Louie lived not much longer then Dewey did. The same problem as his brother and his Grandmother had. Again, we cleaned up after him and waited for the sign of "it's time". Louie was thinner then his brother Dewey and that made the difference on the "time". Louie also just did not wake up one morning. This problem obviously ran in the family. The worst part of it was, the vet could do nothing about it. With the diagnosis being operations taking out part of intestines and then still maybe a 50% chance of them knowing what was wrong. For us, it seemed best to let the cats live out their lives, or give us the "sign". Louie enjoyed his life and lived a long one. He was happy and not in pain...that's what matters.

Thor I Thor the I was a Leopard Gecko. I had gotten him from a pet store. He was so small and a tiny baby yet, that he had problems eating. He lived only a short while. I believe that he was sickly from the start however. He was a neat looking lizard though, and was friendly as well.

Thor II Thor the II was a Collard Lizard. I purchased him from a pet store as well. He had more energy at the start and was not as friendly as Thor the I. Thor the II was probably wild caught, and did not do well in captive. He too started to have problems. I had him on medications. Try putting a tube down a lizards mouth. I treated him for months. In the end, I took him for a final visit to the vet, and it was recommended that I just put him down. Thor the II only lived a short while as well.

Ducklings These little guys were the first batch of ducklings Quakers and Honker had. They were named after the seven dwarfs. Happy, Sneezy, Dopey, Sleepy, Bashful, Grumpy & Doc. These little guys had a wonderful life till some preditor got a hold of them. Dopey had drown in the pool. Then Sneezy and Sleepy just disappeared one night. I took that last four, Happy, Grumpy, Bashful and Doc, into the stable and forced them in for protection. However, something went right into the stable to get them. They won't be forgotten. I'm sure they enjoyed the time they did have here.

Fred & Wilma Fred and Wilma were two Zebra Finches. They were noisy little birds for so small. I did enjoy their songs however. Fred and Wilma passed away together in a freak situation. I can only think they had a reaction to something they had eaten. Their chirps I will always remember. I'd like to dedicate this picture also to all of the Zebra Finches I've had over the years. These two were the most recent. Fred and Wilma did live a long time however.

Harpo Harpo was one of the baby pigeons actually born in the stable from Heathcliff and Gertrude. He was probably only a couple years of age. He just disappeared one day when I went down to the stable. Harpo is the first of three pigeons that disappeared in a short time frame. My only thought is a hawk or owl had got them. Some preditor for certain. Even though they are just stable pigeons, they are still my "kids" and Harpo will be remembered.

Groucho Groucho was the other baby born in the stable from Gertrude and Heathcliff. He was the same age as Harpo. They were born at the same time. Groucho was the next pigeon to mysteriously disappear from the stable. He too will be remembered.

Tarzan Tarzan was one of the original pigeons I saved. He lived both in the pen I had made and a good long time free in the stable. He was the last pigeon to disappear in that short time span. Tarzan was paired up with Jane and they had a baby named Boy. Tarzan lived a long life considering I did not know how old he was originally. I believe he was a happy pigeon.

Fish This picture is dedicated to all the fish that have come into and out of my life. I still have fish, and as you know, they don't last all that long. So this is for all those fish I've had and will have over the years to come.

Guineas This picture is of a Guinea hen just in remembrance of the five unamed baby Guineas I had for a short period of time. I went through a long process of slowly getting them prepared for thier entrance into the world. However, I had them in the hay loft and they preferred to be outside. Once again, within a week I could not get them to safety and some preditor had gotten to them. The little tikes will be remembered however.

Smokey Smokey was another of Precious' kittens. Smokey also started out in the stable and was brought in. She started out being a bit of afraid of her life indoors, but soon became a super loving cat. Smokey lived a long life in the house and was a very content cat. She started having normal old age problems, and lost her hearing and most of her sight. She did very well for a long time like this, but her will to live deteriorated as time went by. We put Smokey down when she spent all her time laying in a dark box and not coming out. She could not get around anymore and this was her sign of telling us she was ready to go home. Smokey will always be remembered and always be loved.

Cross Cross was yet another one of Precious' kitten. He also started out as a stable cat. Cross was always such a lovable cat that when brought indoors, he felt he should have been there from the start. Fondly called "ditty coss" by us, he enjoyed many loving years with us. Cross wound up having intestinal problems as well later in life. Again we cleaned up after him. He had gotten to the point of walking around and just loosing control. His time had come. A very hard decision to make, but again, will always be in my heart and I will never forget him.

Kiya Kiya was a Black Lab mix. After moving to the farm, we still had Gretchen, Heather and McDougal. I was asked if I could take Kiya in just until the owner found a home for her. Guess what, the owner never could be found again. Needless to say, we wound up with Kiya. She started out in the kennel with Gretchen. Kiya had some major problems with just being friendly period. This I worked on since I knew this dog would be with us now. She eventually came into the house after Gretchen did. With work and love, we turned Kiya around. Hard telling what bad experiences this dog had, but she did have them, that's for sure. She would turn out to be a wonderul and great addition to us. Kiya lived to be around 15 years of age before she started to loose control of her back end. We put Kiya down and this too was a hard thing to do. She had grown into our hearts, and will forever be there.

Pudge Pudge was a Black Lab and Terrier mix. We think he may have even had Great Dane in him as well. When we lost McDougal on the farm, we went to the SPCA to rescue Pudge. We couldn't resist him. Pudge was very timid, you could tell he was abused as a puppy. He was around 5 months of age when we got him. With love and patience Pudge began to trust us, and with much love and admiration as well. He was a wonderful dog to say the least of him. Pudge lived to be around 12 or 13 years of age before being diagnosed with a tumor on his spine. He wasn't ready to leave us yet and did well for several months beyond the diagnosis. He eventually let us know he had enough and it was time to go home. Yet another tear jerking experience. I loved Pudge dearly. He will always and forever be remembered in my heart, and we will meet again.

Bert & Ernie Bert & Ernie were the third batch of ducklings from Quakers and Honker. Quakers had layed 12 eggs and all of them had hatched after I gave the eggs to a friend of mine. Quakers then layed 7 more eggs, and Bert and Ernie were the only two that hatched. They were small and weak from the start however, but they lived a while before either Honker possibly forced them to drown in the pool, or they drowned themselves. I believe Honker was a bit jeleous about Quakers paying more attention to the ducklings over him. Needless to say, they will be remembered and I'm sure they enjoyed what little time they had with us as well.

Guinea Hens Jermaine and LaToya were two of our five Guinea hens named after the Jackson family. Guinea hens are wild by nature and although stay around the farm for the most part, do wonder once in a while. On Good Friday, March 29, 2002, the Guineas ventured out further then normal and came back without their brother Jermaine. I'm sure that a fox had a wonderful Easter dinner! On Friday May 10, 2002, LayToya disappeared overnight in one of the pine trees. I believe a racoon may have gotten her. Jermaine and LaToya lived a good life for the time they were here, enjoying their "domain". They will be missed by their Jackson family as well as by us.

Jane Jane was one of our pigeons. She lived a long life and was very content to be a Mommy. She and Tarzan had several babies. Boy is the last baby Jane had. On Monday June 3, 2002, Jane passed away. She had been having problems binding up and she just never recovered. Jane enjoyed her time in the stable and was a good Mommy.

Honker Honker was our male duck we had taken in from a petting zoo that no longer wanted their animals. Honker lived with Quakers and had a good many babies. Through the seasons the baby ducks never seemed to make it due to Honker killing them. This time when babies were born this year, we took Honker out and put him in a cage. Honker didn't like the cage much and protested, so we put him in with the geese. This wasn't a good idea for the geese tried to kill Honker. So back in he went with the family of ducks. That same day I caught him trying to kill a baby duckling so I took him out of the cage and let him loose. He stayed near the cage for several days and nights till Friday, June 21, 2002. That night I believe a fox had gotten his scent and Honker disappeared. Honker probably enjoyed his time out regardless. Living on a small farm, such are the forces of nature. Honker was happy for the time he had spent here for sure.

Precious Precious was our "momma cat". A good many of our cats came from Precious, as you probably already saw by reading up above. She was a strong little cat, that lived out her nine lives and then some. Precious was at least 16 years old or maybe older when she left us here. On Friday, August 23, 2002, Precious left this world to enter her new life. I believe she was dreaming of when she was a younger cat romping through the fields just before she passed. She went peacefully in her sleep. Precious had actually outlived every one of her children, showing just how strong the little cat was. I will miss her greatly, for she was one of our cats that will always hold a special place in my heart. I know she is now romping again through those fields, and that I shall also be with her again. Goodbye for now my little Precious.

Baby Huey Baby Huey was one of our geese. After bringing the dogs into the house that lived in the kennel, we had gotten Baby Huey and Tweetie Pie to live in the kennel. They were just young when we got them. For a while they got to run loose, but worries of wild animals getting them and them also being a bit destructive chewing on things, made their new home the dog kennel. Baby Huey had started having what I believe was mini strokes in the summer of 2002. Although several times he appeared paralyzed for a bit, he always came out of it. On Tuesday, January 28, 2003 Baby Huey left us. I went down to feed them as usual and found him gone. I believe he died of a stroke. He was probably at least 12 years old. Baby Huey was a happy goose and I'm sure he is having a ball were he is now waiting for his buddy Tweetie Pie. Goodbye Baby Huey, till we meet again.

Baby Ducks These little baby ducks here are for all the baby duckings that have not made it due to one reason or the other. Having ducks mean having ducklings. These guys here are pictured to honor those that I have lost and to those I may lose in the future. I know each enjoys what time they have had here on earth and are more then happy were they are now. Here's to all the baby ducklings in and out of my life, may we meet again.

Peachy Peachy was one of two love birds we had. A friend of mine gave me Peachy in hopes that he would breed with our other lovebird, Cupid. The two got along great but never did produce any little ones. Peachy suffered seizures for a good part of his life, but always seemed to make it through. Even paralyzed that latter part of his life here, he still was a content and happy bird. On May 2, 2003, Peachy left this earth to be with all the other birds in heaven. He lived a long life considering his ailments. I'm sure now he is as healthy and happy as he has ever been. Enjoy my little friend, till we meet again.

Tweetie Pie Tweetie Pie was Baby Huey's brother. The two of them lived a long time in the dog kennel. Tweetie Pie was also the around the same age as his brother guessing at the 12 years. Tweetie started out looking the same way as Huey left us. He appeared to have had strokes or an inability to manage walking very well even. Although he did o.k. for himself like this for several weeks, the time came to go be with his brother Huey. On May 6, 2003, Tweetie Pie went to be with his brother. I'm sure the two of them are living it up in some large pond now and are extremely happy being back together. One day I will see their happiness again.

Poncho Poncho was an African Ring Neck. These birds are actually from the Parakeet family, even though they look and act like small parrots. I had raised Poncho from a baby on. I hand fed this little guy till he was strong enough to live on his own. Poncho led a full life here and was a happy bird. He didn't talk much, but made a good many sounds trying to imitate the other birds or just household sounds. On May 22, 2003 I went to wake the birds up and Poncho was gone. The night before he seemed to have had a stroke or something and was acting strange and struggling a bit to get to his nightly peanut. He was fine that entire day however. My guess would be Poncho died of a heart attack over night. I believe he was around 7 years old. Although Poncho would have loved a mate, I think he enjoyed his life while he was here. Now Poncho has his mate I'm sure and is singing his praises now in a whole new place. Goodbye dear little bird, we shall be together again one day.

Skooter Skooter was our little petite callico short haired cat. Although Skooter was one of those cats that liked to keep to herself much of the time, she certainly had her moments when she wanted love and attention. As she got older she demanded even more of it and had no problems getting it from us. Starting out downstairs living most her life there, it was a real treat when we eventually had less cats so that Skooter could once again rome the entire household. Her later years she enjoyed having that freedom and the extra attention. On May 27, 2003 Skooter went to her new home. She was probably around 16 years old. We had gotten Skooter as a kitten from a store just because she was so darn cute. A friend and I just could not resist her, so home she came with us. Up until her last day of life, Skooter was relatively happy and healthy. She started to lose weight but still got around just fine until the very day she left us. Skooter lay in her favorite spot in a cat carrier, and I knew she was going to have her final rest there on this day. I don't believe she suffered badly, but just let herself sleep eventually and let go. I know now she is in no pain and is extremely happy and healthy once again. Do enjoy yourself Skooter, until one day we shall be together again.

Tito Tito was one of our guineas named after the Jackson family. The guineas had all began to venture a bit more lately as the ugly winter we had finally bloomed into a spring. Because these birds are wild, it's impossible from stopping them crossing the street. In the early morning hours of May 29, 2003 Tito was not so lucky and didn't get off the road in time. Tito, like the rest of the guineas, enjoyed living his life I'm sure. Tito certainly won't be the last guinea we lose on the road, but he was our first. I know were he is now, he has no need to worry about cars and the like, and I'm sure he has as many bugs as he could every be in need of. Goodbye Tito, enjoy your new life up above.

Delilah Delilah was another of our guinea hens. On Saturday, July 12, 2003 Delilah did not come home that night. I'm sure some animal maybe got her. Hard to say, these guys wander and every once in a while come back one less. Delilah was a youngster yet, and perhaps not skilled enough in the wilds. Hopefully she had a wonderful time while she was with us. She will not be the last guinea hen to disappear for us I'm sure. I do so love having them around however, and will keep getting them as long as I live on this farm. Hope you are enjoying the freedom were you are at now my friend.

Homer Homer was a homing pigeon that wound up at our stable one day a few years back. Homer loved it here so much he decided to stick around. He had several baby pigeons while he was with us and his children are still with us right now. On July 29, 2003, Homer was found passed away in the hay loft. I'm sure he is glad he had his offspring and lived a full flight fun life while with us here. I'm glad we were able to save him from starving and that he stuck around to live here. Homer can now fly all he wants were he is at, and I will see his wings soar again someday. Till then Homer, fly high!

Blessings Blessings was a cockatiel I took in along with his mate Precious, from some people who needed a good home for them. I realized when I got them that they may or may not make it in their new enviornment. That however, was the least of their worries. Blessings was fed nothing more then a seed diet, along with Preceious. I cannot stipulate enough on how seed is a nice "additive" but should NOT be a birds main diet. By all means pellets and some suplemental human foods such as fruits, are the best for birds. Just as they eat in the wild. Seed is not in the wild. Most likely the little tyke suffered from liver problems. I'm sure Blessings enjoyed his stay with us while he was here. I tried to hand feed him and give him meds and heat, but to no avail, on August 4, 2003, Blessings left us. So now the little guy is doing whatever he loves where he is at now. Someday he will be with myself and his Precious again. Goodbye till we all meet again my little friend.

Polly Polly was one of our very first pigeons. He was actually the second pigeon we had. I think this pigeon lived a long life for sure. I didn't know his age when we got him, but he was with us for at least 7 years. On August 10, 2003, Polly was not to be found on our usual pigeon count. Polly had disappeared. No knowing weather he knew it was his time and flew off to go, or if something got him in a weakened state possibly. I'm sure Polly is flying once again with all the other pigeons high in the sky now. Enjoy your new flight Polly, till we meet again.

Tribulyn Tribulyn came to me as a saved horse on her way to the slaughter house about 10 years ago. My freind and I put money together to save her and her son as well as Dabber. Trib was a registered Appaloosa. She was born on March 12, 1979. Tribulyn must have had a rough life. She was diagnosed with Navicular disease shortly after we rescued her. My friend kept Trib for around 3 years. She was rode slightly as a trail horse. Tribulyn then came to live with us. Her retirement so to speak. She basically got to eat, sleep, and be a horse for 7 years here. We put special pads and shoes on her feet to make her as comfortable as possible and she enjoyed her retirement for certain. On Sunday, August 17, 2003, I noticed Trib was just slightly not herself. By Monday she was running a temp, her heart rate was up and she was not eating. I treated her for colic at first due to her showing signs of a belly ache. She was passing manure however and drinking some water. This was to no avail. By midnight that evening her temp was up more and she still was not eating. I gave her antibiotics which lowered her temp and made her comfortable till Tuesday for the vet. The vet came on Tuesday and we tubbed her and did a rectal as well. Nothing...vet took blood and off he went saying if she was same on Wednesday we should haul her to the clinic. Wednesday morning her condition was the same. I called my friend and we took her to the clinic. The blood work came back with nothing on Thursday. Tribulyn showed no sign of recovering and was not responding well to any treatment given to her at the clinic. She still was not eating, her heart rate was still up and her temp as well. She also started to show signs of foundering now due to dehydration and not eating. On Friday, August 22, 2003, I informed the vet to put Trib down. As to what was wrong we still do not know. I can only assume that whatever was wrong with her, she was ready to go home and didn't have the strength or will to live here anymore. Tribulyn lived a good 10 extra years thanks to us. I am happy to have had her by my side. I will miss her greatly and her cute ways. She shall be running free now, and someday when that Trump sounds...I know she will be charging back! I love you Tribulyn, and I shall miss you dearly till we meet again.

Sampson Sampson was the partner to Delilah. Sampson had turned out to be a female so we called her Sam for short. Sam had a litter of guinea hens this past summer. Unfortuneately none of her off spring made it. In August Sam had disappeared once again and this time I was sure she was laying once again. Her nest was in our neighbors field. With the threat of some flooding due to a hurricane coming inland, I decided I should get Sam off the eggs and hatch them in an incubater so that she would not be harmed. On Wednesday, September 18, 2003, we found Sam had been attacked and lay near her nest. We did take her eggs and have given them to our friends to see if any will hatch. Sam was one dedicated mother hen, and I hope some of her eggs hatch (almost all of her eggs did hatch and we may take a few of the little ones in). I can only assume it was a tom cat that did this, for any other animals that would have hunted her down this way would have been for food. Hopefully Sam enjoyed her life with us. I'm sure she is one heck of a a mother were she is now.

Seymour Seymour sure had a wonderful life with us considering all his problems. We got Seymour when he was just a youngster about 3 years old from our veterinarian. A young lady working there was going to be moving out of state and was looking for a good home for this guy. Seymour came home with us and lived many long years since that day. He went through many traumas in his life. His first being that he was no longer allowed to "tom cat" outside when we took him in. He had been used to climbing in and out a window anytime he pleased. He adjusted eventually and got along fine with the other cats. In his lifetime he was diagnosed with vertigo at a young age in his life, yet this cat compensated quite well with his illness. He later even wound up with an ear infection leaving his ear all crumbled up after being healed with a tube between the two layers of his ear. Even though this guy had all these traumatic experiences, he was one happy cat and loved us dearly. On Saturday, November 15, 2003, we put Seymour down. He had gotten to the stage of urinating were ever he wanted leaving us to believe he was getting senile. Seymour was around 18 years of age. I cleaned up after him for a long time since he still was eating and had a quality of life yet. On the Friday before we put him down, I could see he had taken a turn for the worst that evening. He looked as though he was struggling to walk straight. Saturday told the tale for certain, it would seem he had a mild stroke over night and had indeed taken a turn for the worst. When he did not eat and had the look of bewilderment and difficulty standing up, I said "it's time", so we took him to the vets. I'm sure Seymour is one healty cat were he is now. I know someday I will hear his very familiar meow and feel his paws once again making bread on my belly. I love you Seymour, till we meet again my companion.

Moo Moo Moo Moo came into our lives when he was just a youngster. Our neighbor across the street thought the cat was ours. He had been hanging around eating scraps of food thrown out. I went up to check Moo Moo out and fell in love instantly. This cat was so loving it was hard to believe someone had probably dropped him off up in the park across the street from us. I guessed Moo Moo was around 6 months to a year in age. I brought Moo Moo home and from that day he has been a special part of the family. Moo Moo was such a loving and sweet cat. He honestly thought he was human. He used to jump up on people from the floor to their shoulders without hurting the person. He loved people so much and just wanted to be near them. On January 22, 2004, Moo Moo passed away. He wasn't that old of a cat, guessing he was 12 to 13 years old. Moo Moo had problems all his life with his teeth and even dentals did not help him. Due to this he wound up having intestine problems which caused diarreha most of his later years. We put him on a special diet to help him. Eventually his weight dropped more and more, and he was ready to go home. Moo Moo died in his sleep. I gave him a last goodbye and kiss as he lay there. He attempted to meow and was making bread with his front paws as if to tell me he was ready to go home. This cat sure was special to me and I will miss him dearly till once again he jumps on my shoulders. Goodbye my friend, till we meet again you will always be in my memories and in my heart.

Thor Thor was an African Fat Tail Gecko Lizard. This little guy was a cutie, and loved to just laze out most of the time. His biggest interest was the crickets he got fed. Thor had no worries and for a l izard lived a pretty long life. He was probably around 6 years old when he passed away on March 8, 2004. We got Thor when he was around 6 months to a year old, but it's anyone guess with a lizard. Most lizards max life spams are 7 years of age, so Thor lived a healthy long one. The little guy just decided it was his time to go home, and I'm sure he is extremely happy now. Enjoy the green grass Thor, till we meet again.

Michael Michael was one of our very first Guinea Hens. He lived a happy life here for at least two years. Michael did well with learning how to survive, but on Sunday March 14, 2004, he was not so lucky. Michael met his match with some form of predator and lost the battle. I'm sure were he is now he will never have to worry with that again. He's eating bugs to his content now and forever will be. Goodbye my little friend, till I see you once again.

Moe Moe was one of our Guinea Hens. He lived here only around a year and in a stall. Moe had broke a leg early in life and never was able to get around well. With warmer weather happening, Moe cried out for the other Guineas. I started to leave Moe's stall door open and he would then converse with the others when they came into the stable. On Tuesday, April 27, 2004, something else must have also entered the stable. I'm guessing in broad daylight it most certainly was a Hawk. Moe met his maker and I'm sure he is happy now and able to fly and run like a normal Guinea were he is at now. Enjoy my little friend, till I see you again.

Lacy Lacy was the sweetest Pomeranian you could have met. She had such a wonderful personality and athough she was only with us a short time, left a mark on my heart I will never forget. Lacy was our neighbors dog and we were asked to take her in. We accepted and only had Lacy for 10 weeks before she started showing signs of Chronic Renal Failure, or kidney breakdown. Lacy was 11 years old and even with several days in the hospital, did not show signs of improvement. On June 10, 2004, we were informed that Lacys condition had not improved and she indeed was getting worse. Lacy was ready to cross Rainbow Bridge and indeed has. Even though we only had you a small amount of time Lacy, you will always be in our hearts! Till we meet again on the grassy knoll, enjoy your new life my friend.

Lone Ranger Lone Ranger was one of our ducks. He was a baby from our original group of ducks we had. I'm not sure how old he was, but on July 10, 2004, he went to his new home. While here, I'm sure he had a happy life with his other duckie friends. Now he may live his eternal life with all the duckie friends! Goodbye little Lone Ranger duck, may you swim in the golden pond above!

Curly Curly was another of our guinea hens. This little guy had gotten hit by a car and yet still survived. He lived for a while in a stall with our bunny. The car had made him blind so he was confined for his own safety. Curly had seen his last days of freedom here on earth. On August 17, 2004, Curly decided it was time to visit his guinea hens above and headed for rainbow bridge. I'm sure now he can see better then he ever has before. Enjoy your new life Curly.

Tonto Tonto was another of our ducks. On January 30, 2005, he passed away. I'm sure he had a good life here. Goodbye Tonto, may you swim in the golden pond above!

A SPECIAL GOODBYE TO ALL MY GUINEA HENS On Sunday, April 24, 2005, three of our Guinea Hens were SHOT by a nearby neighbor. Three of the seven we had left I moved to a new home. We were able to keep one since he hangs close to home now. This picture is in dedication to having had Gods creatures here with me for the time I was able to. Due to persons such as this I must give up watching these lovely creatures walk this earth near by me. It is beyond me how some people can live with themselves, other then EVIL walks this earth.

Daffy Daffy was one of our ducks. On September 16, 2005, she passed away. She enjoyed her life while here with us. Goodbye Daffy, may you also swim in the golden pond above!

Righty Righty was one of our two geese. On Tuesday November 22, 2005, he left this world to enjoy another. Righty was a friendly goose. He will be missed by Lefty and us. Goodbye Righty, till we meet again.

Buddy Buddy was our Sheltie Beagle mix rescue. Twelve years ago, I found Buddy in a local paper listed as "free". I was intrigued by the mix of dog he was due to me having had McDougal, my Beagle mix, and Heather, my ex-husband's Sheltie. So off I went to check the situation out. Just about this same time of year I brought Buddy home for a Christmas present for my ex-husband. I call him a rescue because were I picked him up from was entirely unacceptable. He was only 6 months old and trapped in a kitchen in his own feces and urine, with water bowl knocked over and some dry food strewn on the floor. I immediately said I'll take the dog. Buddy lived his 12 years out with the most positive life he could. Some time around the year 2000 or sooner, Buddy started signs of his cushings disease. Cushings is a brain tumor on the pituitary gland, and can not be operated on. He was positively diagnosed with it and put on meds for several years. In November of 2004, he was diagnosed with diabetes. All part of his cushings disease progressing. We put him on insulin shots, and he did very well for an entire year and then some. This dog had such heart and will to live, he even went blind several months before his time, but wanted to be with us yet. On December 16, 2005 we decided Buddy needed to go to his new home. He not only was blind, but loosing control of his functions and becoming very delirious. We did not want him to hurt himself and decided it was time. Knowing this was inevitable, but always hard to do. I have never had a dog with such spirit and heart and will to live with such problems as Buddy. I will miss him dearly and await the day I see him again in perfect health. Goodbye till then my son. Love you always...

Buster Buster was our bunny. I got Buster when he was just a baby from a friend of mine who was raising rabbits at the time. I can only guess his age, because he has been in our lives for so long now that I can't remember when we got him. I would say he was at least ten years old. On returning from a vacation, I got the news he had passed away on Sunday, February 19, 2006. Buster was a friendly little guy. I will miss him even though he did live a long happy life here. May your pellets be abundant and your grass always green now my friend, until I see you again.

Daisy Daisy was one of our last ducks. On Sunday August 6, 2006, I found her at rest in the morning. She had a long life and I'm sure a good one with us while she was here. Take care my feathered friend and enjoy that pond above!

Beaner Approximately 19 years ago, I brought this sweet mare and her son home. Beaner was actually purchased for my ex-husband to ride since he wasn't an avid rider. However, this mare would become so very special to me as the years rolled by. She indeed was my baby. Such a wonderful attitude and personality for this little horse. This new year brought on a lot of trauma for the old girl. At least two years ago I believe she had contracted Cushings Disease. Although that didn't slow her down much. She would Founder some now and again or have a few boughts of Laminitis, but she always pulled out of it and lived on. Then 2007 kicks in, and this would be the year she trots to Rainbow Bridge. On February 8th, the old girl cut up her eye really badly. Emergency call to the vet for sutures. Then we get a bad snow storm with much ice. I must leave her in so as not to tear open the stitches. This may have traumatized her more, it's hard to say. On February 19th the sutures come out and all looks o.k. other then some antibiotic needed for awhile in the eye. The very next day February 20th we find her cast and down in her stall. Emergency call to vet once again. It is undetermined how long she may have been down since this was over night. With doubts in my mind that we could even get her up, I sat with her head in my lap saying my goodbyes. Indeed however we did get her up. Once again a lot of trauma on this old gal. She doesn't really come around too well. Not eating or drinking much, along with her eye, that didn't tear open again but all swollen up. She seemed to be picking up at bit after a day or so, but just not herself. On February 26th, I see signs of her colicing again. She was down in her stall, but I was able to get her up right away by myself. A shot of Banamine made her comfortable for the night. A call to the vet in the morning with me ready to put her down. The vet comes out and determines he doesn't think she is that bad, and proceeds with treatments . So once again with the tubing and mineral oil and GI exam. This time the vet wants me to try "senior" feed. I had been making her grain pellet mixture into a mash which at least she was eating some of. This new feed, she didn't want to touch. Back to my feed she went and once again ate very little. I'm actually kind of upset the vet made me go through all this again, when I knew in the back of my head this was her "time" soon. Upset mainly because I was ready to put her down earlier and he gives me reason to doubt myself, not to mention the excess costs now. I won't even tell you the final outcome of that, way too shocking! All I can say to that is, at least I gave it my best and beyond for her, but she let me know on March 1st that she was ready to go to her final home. Late afternoon I gave her a shot of 5cc Banamine per the vets request to see if it would perk her up to eat more. Ironically, within minutes of that shot, she was colicing again. This time I called the vet and I said it's time to put her down. The Banamine shot kept her conformtable till the vet came. I called for someone to come and bury her, fortunately I had someone willing to come out in the dark to bury her. I said my final goodbyes and let her be put to rest which was right around 7 pm on March 1st, 2007. Beaner was 36 years old. She is running free and full of life now, just as young and vibrant as a young foal again. I will always rembember and love you Beaner, and I shall miss you so very much till we meet again.

Cupid On Thursday May 3, 2007, I found Cupid in her cage at peace in the morning. She had a lived a long life with us. I had hand raised Cupid. She was a cute bird, always making a fuss with the other birds in her cage. I'd guess she lived to be around 8 years. Take care my feathered friend and enjoy flying above!

Black Jack We have been blessed with not losing many of our animals since Cupid above. We did lose a couple of pigeons to some pesky Kestrol or Hawk this past Winter, but for the most part our "children" have stayed healthy. Yet now, I knew the day was near for my old horse Black Jack. Fondly called "Pops" by my veterinarian, whom we had talked this Spring of most likely having to put him to rest before this Winter hit. I was prepared to do so, but it is never easy. Today would be that day, September 17, 2008, Black Jack went home to be with Beaner and Tribulyn. Black Jack was approximately 28 years of age and lead a hard life till I found and rescued him. He was over ridden and shown. Worst off, was used as a "caddy" to take a 350lb drunk to a bar where he was tied to a dumpster while the man got drunk. Black Jack would take the drunkard home safely by memory. I rescued him from this man in disgust. Black Jack had issues when I did buy him. He had arthritis already, (possibly due to a 350lb drunk riding him) and symptoms of moon blindness. I gave him a great home. He didn't get ridden much at all. He and I saw only one show ring together, in which he won me my first and ONLY blue ribbon. As the years went by, Black Jack's health worsened with age. His arthritis became harder on him. He went completely blind in one eye and half blind in the other. The worst was when he was diagnosed with Cushings. Black Jack survived this pituitary brain tumor for almost 7 years on his own managing many stages of Founder bouts with this disease. His feet were very sore as of late. This, accompanied with his arthritis, is why he was going down most likely in the last few weeks. This morning Black Jack was down just outside his stall once again. He had been down several times over Summer where we were able to get him back up. His most recent time going down in his stall on September 2nd this year in which he had cast himself in his stall. We were able to move him away from the wall and he got up by himself. He wasn't ready to go home yet on that day. This morning would be the same on his part to get up by himself eventually. He even ate some of his grain, but I had already made the calls. It was time. The reason being quite clear to me. Yesterday morning I woke up around 4 a.m. and used the bathroom. On returning to bed, I could not fall back asleep. For some strange reason, I kept thinking I needed to wait on my ex-husband to finish feeding the horses since my brain was telling me Black Jack was down. I was confident my ex-husband was going to come up and say "BJ is down and I can't get him up" to me. I was one morning off. Now if that isn't a sign, what is. The vet came out this morning to lay Black Jack to rest. She told me it was the right decision. That always helps to make you feel a bit better, if that's at all possible. I was able to get the same man that buried Beaner to bury Black Jack within a few hours of his time that he was laid to rest. This too made me feel better. It is hard to see a covered horse laying waiting on his final resting place. I will always love you Black Jack and I'm very happy for the approximately twelve years we had together. Till we meet again, have fun frolicking with Beaner and Tribby.

Donald Donald was our last duck. On Monday November 24, 2008 I found him at his final resting place in the afternoon. He had a good life with us while he was here. I'm sure my feathered friend is enjoying that pond above with the rest of his buddies now. One day I will see them all once again swimming in that pond.

Precious Precious was a cockatiel I took in a back in 2003 with his mate Blessings whom passed on that same year. Six years later, Precious would go home to meet him. Precious was probably between 7 and 10 years of age. When I saw she was under the weather yesterday, I knew it wouldn't be long. This moving onward didn't surprise me. In fact I was hoping for her sake it would move faster than not for her. I just know when birds on on their way out due to age. I've got enough experience to see it and realize it just has to run it's course. This morning of March 10, 2009 Precious is with her partner Blessings once again. Goodbye till we all meet again my little bird friend.

Link Link was one of 4 cockatiels I took in a few years back. I honestly don't know Link's age. From her prior owner, whom was shcoked she made it so long, I'd guess she was at leat 10 years old. The morning of March 12, 2010 I found Link at rest. Ironically very close as last year, when my last cockatiel Precious passed on. Maybe Link and Precious are together now. Goodbye till we all meet again my cute little bird.

Bart Bart was another one of the 4 cockatiels I took quite a while ago along with Link above. I didn't know Bart's age as well, but I know he was older than Link. On December 19, 2011, Bart would be at rest. Cockatiels are known for what is called "Night Fright" and Bart unfortunately had this experience. I'm sure he is with Link now, among all the other cockatiels enjoying himself completely. Goodbye my little buddy.

Abby Abby was the first animal to move into Dee Run Meadows. Our (Micheal and I), newly named home since my divorce. Abby was Michael's cat. The picture below is not actually of Abby, it was the closest I could find to looking simliar in the face to her. I didn't get a picture of her as she was only here a couple of months and I obviously expected longer. Although I regret not getting to know Abby better, she was a sweet cat. On April 28, 2012, Abby went to her final resting home. Abby seemed fine and healthy. She had appeared to me to have had a stroke. Very sudden and quickly. Abby was content and happy for the few months she was here, I just regret not having had more time with her. Perhaps in the afer life I shall. She is now at peace. Until we meet again...goodbye to our first addition to our new home of Dee Run Meadows.

Glitter Glitter was the third of the 4 cockatiels I took quite a while ago along with Link and Bart above. Glitter was actually the daughter of Bart. I didn't know Glitter's age, but I don't believe she was much over 7 years old if not younger. On July 25, 2012, I would find Glitter at rest and gone to her permanant home. I believe Glitter just died from natural causes or age. She showed no signs of being ill other than age. I'm sure she is will Link and Bart once again. Goodbye my Glitter girl.

Honey Today, August 27, 2012, I went to feed the horses and my chickens at about 4:30 p.m. Only two hens, Holly and Hope and my neighbors rooster whom I call Ronnie were in the stable awaiting to be fed. I only see two eggs laying on the hay bale where there normally is three. I didn�t see my third hen, Honey. I walked around the yard a bit looking for her, but didn�t have much time so went in to change for dinner. As I was watching out the window for my dinner companion to arrive, I thought I saw something on the road. I figured I�d look when we went out to dinner. I thought I saw my nieghbor walking up his driveway across the street later with whatever it was on the road. When we went out for dinner, we couldn�t tell going out to eat what got hit. On the way back, my friend slowed way down and looked closer. She said there were feathers among the remains. Honey got killed on the road ;( Guess the old saying�why did the chicken cross the road could be answered for me aFros�to get killed. All this space and she had to go across the road. I'm glad my neighbor took care of her since I was sleeping most of the day and didn�t know she was even up there until I was ready to go out to eat. I really couldn't stand to look at her after being hit. I think my neighbor just took her up into the woods and dropped her off. So now I�m down to two hens. I guess if I want the chickens to be free range, I have to put up with the consequences of the possibilities of getting hit on the road or predators getting to them. I�d rather let them run as of now yet. They will stay healthier and happier that way. I just hope Honey went quickly and I hope in chicken heaven now. She was the biggest of my three hens and the best feathered. Also the one that let me pet her. Very sad ;( I will miss her.

Frog Hollow's Benjamin David

"Benjamin"

Above is a picture of our beloved Benjamin's father, Tatonka. We lost Benjamin within a month of his new home at Dee Run Meadows. I had not taken a picture of him yet. On November 12, 2012, in the early morning hours, an unfortunate and devastating accident occured. Benjamin and Issac were great buddies. Always running and playing together. After being turned out to run in our dog run late that evening for a final run and potty break, Benjamin would not return. Issac and Benjamin were playing as usual it would seem. We let them out to potty and play unattended sometimes, the main reason for the dog run. A horrible accident occured this night. Isaac got his teeth caught in Benjamin's collar and wound up chocking him to death. Needless to say, collars are no longer on the big dogs. This was a freak accident that caused much stress and sorrow for us all, including the other dogs. Benajamin wasn't with his new home long, yet he was quickly becoming my favorite dog of the four new dog additions to Dee Run Meadows. I do miss him and only wish we had more time to spend together before his unfortunate demise. Benjamin was well loved by us, and will be greatly missed until we meet again. Rest in peace my son.

Shooting Star

"Star"

Back on March 1st, 2007, I would lay this fellows' mommy, Beaner, to rest. On this day, March 29, 2013, I have laid her son and my boy to rest. Ironically, in the same month of March. Yet to me, it's even more ironic that this day is Good Friday. The crucifiction of our Lord Jesus Christ was also brought home. On this day we celebrate his death and soon to be resurrection. Now on this day, my boy Star, is also at home with his Lord and creator and his mommy, Beaner. Sadly, Star went down hill relatively quickly. The picture of him was just recently taken on February 12, 2013. The last week of February, Star suffered choking on his grain. Although he seemed to have cleared it out himself, I noticed his breathing wasn't quite right a day or two later. A call in to our vet, Dr. Penny, had her come out to check him over on March 1st. Ironically the same day back in 2007 that I laid Beaner, his mother, to rest. She concluded he had choked as I thought. Star had no temperature and I was to keep an eye on him for a couple of days. It should be noted that Dr. Penny had a hard time at this point hearing his heart and his heart rate was slightly elevated. Dr. Penny suggested getting Star's teeth floated. On March 4th we had the "horse dentist" out to float everyone's teeth, including Star. Star's breathing went back to normal and his eating continued, although a bit slowly on the grain. My fiancee' Michael and I decided to try a special mashed up grain, even turning it into a warm mash for Star. He didn't like it, so back to some senior feed and his normal feed. Star ate hay, but lacked in eating much grain. Within one week, Star lost around 30lbs. Dr Penny was called in on March 26th for another evaluation. Unpon checking him out, we discovered a rapid pusle on his ventrical vein on his neck. Once again Dr. Penny was having a difficult time with Star's heart rate which was elevated and hard to hear. Upon further inspection, she noted Star had Edema. Her first thought was possible liver failure which would be most common. We concluded that we needed to do blood work and a fecal to find out more. Dr. Penny also feared it could be Pericarditis. Pericarditisis an inflammation of the pericardium (the fibrous sac surrounding the heart), which is extremely rare in horses. Either prognosis, wasn't good. As it turns out, the following day, lab results would confirm that Pericarditis was indeed what Star had. The prognosis for a horse with this disease is bleak, let alone a 25 year old gelding who I believe was ready to cross over that "Rainbow Bridge". The decision was clear, it was his time for him to go home. No matter what, it's never easy. However, the joy and unconditional love and memories my "children" give me, is worth the sadness I'm going through. As my Grandmother used to say, "And this too shall pass." I know it will pass, but I will never forget all the good, and bad, times I had with Star. Those memories will always be there. I will always rembember and love Star, and I shall miss him until we meet again which we shall. He's now at his mommys' side and free.

Holly April 7, 2013 Dee Run Meadows lost another chicken. Holly was a sweet chicken. However, she never produced eggs. Unfortunatey, I was unaware that a chicken could have problems laying eggs. It never occured to me why she wasn't producing eggs. On this day however, it would seem Holly attempted to lay her first egg. I can only conclude based upon knowledge from another chicken owner, that Holly got her very first and last egg stuck. She never made it off the nest and passed while trying to lay that first egg. Now Holly is in heaven and I'm sure producing plenty of eggs up there with no issues. Happy as can be. Goodbye my little hen.

Jordon On November 11, 2013, our Old English Sheepdog, Jordon went home sometime between 3 and 8 a.m. He went quietly and in no pain. Jordon was 7 years old. He was diagnosed with liver cancer approximately a year ago. Jordon was extremely happy in his new home at Dee Run Meadows, and was going to fight his illness to be part of our world a little longer. He so enjoyed barking the horses and the chickens in and out of the stable. Jordon was such a sweet and loving dog. He will be greatly missed. We laid him to rest next to his brother Benjamin. Hopefully they are reunited and playing together once again. Love you my son, enjoy your new life until we meet again.

Ginger

December 19, 2013, at 2:30 a.m. in the morning, I lost a little piece of my heart. One of the few little pieces of heaven on earth to me. Ginger, my beloved Shih Tzu girl of 13 years, lay next to me in her final breaths before crossing over that "Rainbow Bridge". Words cannot express the loss of her. She was a piece of me and always will be until we meet again. I took Ginger in as a runt at 6 weeks of age. She was sickly from the start coming from puppy mill conditions. She wasn't expected to live. Ginger had Mange and Parasites just at 6 weeks of age. Thanks to God and her will to live and my loving devotion, this little girl wasn't going to give up. Her life was filled with problems from the start. The Mange caused her to have skin problems her entire life. Early on in her years, she was diagnosed with Hip Dysplasia and Spinal Disease. That didn't bring her down. She wasn't going to let that stop her, she would live right through this discomfort. Mid life would find her starting heart problems along with everthing else. A small Heart Murmur which she lived with as well but would enventually end her life here on earth. Later in life Ginger starting having Seizures. Not often at first, but near her end it was daily and she was started on medication for the Seizures only about a month ago. Two weeks ago she was started on medication for her heart and breathing problems. Sadly, Pulmonary Edema would have her meeting her maker. She was a trooper with a huge will to live until the end. It just became too much for the old girl to handle. Her time had come. I don't know how to say goodbye to this dog, so I won't. Instead, know this my little girl, you will always be in my heart. Now and forever until we meet again.

Click on the heart below for a special dedication memory video I made for her.

Hangy On a blustery night of March 12, 2014, we lost our "adopted" chicken Hangy. Hangy had been our neighbors chicken, and decided she liked the life "hanging" around our place and stable. Thus we adopted her and named her Hangy. I'm not quite sure how old Hangy was as we didn't buy her from a young chicken. She was however still producing eggs for us. Some predator that night got ahold of her and I'm sure the wind didn't help her defense. Some coyote, owl or fox got a meal for their family. Hangy is in heaven now along with our other gals, clucking away I'm sure.

Henrietta This dreaded tax day, April 15, 2014, Dee Run Meadows lost another of our chicken gals. Henrietta was abducted by a fox in the evening hours before being penned up in the chicken stall for the night. How do we know it was a fox? Mike tracked the predetor down the lane. He said it was definately a fox. There were signs of feathers in and about the stable outside. Our poor girl lost out. That night, a family of foxes ate heartily on our girl. I guess you could say it's survival, but to me, these gals are my children. Thus it's never easy to try to understand the circle of life when something like this happens. Henrietta was only about 1 year old. I'm sure she is with our other gals in chicken heaven now. Goodbye to another of my little hens.

Cisco Cisco was my baby cockatiel. I say baby because I hand fed him and his companion, Poncho, who was an African Ring Neck from birth. Sadly, Phocho, Cisco's buddy, left us back in 2003 at around 7 years old. Cisco would push on through this life with other cockatiel companions who have since left this world. This little bird made it through a lot sicknesses. He had a stroke which resulted in him being a tad lower on one side, giving him alot of special character. He new how to whistle and say "I love you" and "Pretty bird Cisco" among many other noises. This day, June 15, 2014, I would find him at rest in his cage. He lived quite a long, full life. I'd guess his age to be 18 in fact. I've never had another cockatiel live that long before. Goodbye my dear little feathered friend. May you fly along happilly with all your feathered friends, including Poncho. We shall be together again one day.

Pinky Pinky was a special cat. This old girl lived quite a long and wonderful life here on the ranch. I can barely remember when I was asked to take Pinky in after my neighbors cousin needed to find her a home. I was unsure, this cat was around 1 or 2 years old when I took her in. She could have been "set" in her ways and not gotten along with my other cats. Although she was scared when she first came home, she quickly made this place her new home. At the age of between 18 and 20 years, Pinky would go home to her maker. On August 27, 2014, Pinky reached Rainbow Bridge. I will miss her dearly. Especially how she would lay on my shoulder while in bed and gently purr looking for scratches and doing what I call "fuzzing" me. I love you my dear Pinky and I look forward to the day you can "fuzz" me again. May you enjoy your free spirit. We shall be together one day again.

Hope On the morning of April 11, 2015, I would find Hope at rest in the chicken stall when I went to let our chickens out. She passed away during the night. Hope went through a lot of trauma in her life. She made it through several attacks by preditors not to mention being stepped on by a horse, breaking her leg. She marched on, never giving up. She was a small chicken, with a strong will to live. She was one of our very first chickens we got. I'm guessing she was around 4 years old. I'm sure she is now with our other gals that we have lost. Goodbye to my little Hope.

LaJerone's Jacob W. Kyle

"Jacob"

Jacob was my husband Michaels' dog since a puppy. He was a Bouvier Des Flanders show dog in his younger years. Jacob went home to meet his maker on the eve of June 12, 2015. He had been diagnosed with Cancer 3 months ago, yet the big guy hung in there for a long time. He wasn't ready to leave this world yet. He was unable to get up easily any longer, losing control of his back end and his breathing started suffering greatly. It was his time and he knew it as well. Jacob was 9 years old. We would have never guessed he would have made it so long. He's had a history since early on of seizures all his life and would always pull through each one and keep going. Such a lovable, sweet, strong willed dog he was. I didn't know Jacob all his life, but the few years I did spend with him I valued greatly. I even saved his life from a dog attack and have the scars to prove it for the rest of my life. I love you old boy and we shall be together again one day. God Bless you my son.

Chickens Throughout the year 2016 in March, April, May, July and August we lost chickens. The year 2017 we lost several more chickens. This is a dedication for all our lost chickens from then and for the future. Although I had stopped naming the chickens, I still love them. They hold a special place here on the farm and it just wouldn't be the same without them. Here is to all those chickens we've lost and to all those we will lose throughout the years to come. May you all be roosting comfortably on Rainbow Bridge.

Tanner On the day of July 6, 2015, we lost our beloved Tanner cat to Rainbow Bridge. Tanner was one awesome, beautiful and lovable cat. He loved to snuggle and loved scratches and pets. We called him "our big orange cat", the "Tan Man". Tanner died of natural causes at a ripe old age of approximately 18 years. For many years he was a joy to our household and will be greatly missed and forever remembered. Enjoy your purr time in heaven my friend. You will always be loved and we shall meet again.

Delux Accommodations

"Luxy" February 21,2018 I lost my beloved Delux Accommodations. Fondly called "Luxy" for short, this guy was a part of my life for 28 years. I can't express how much I loved this horse being the sweetheart he was. Luxy would lay his head in my arms whenever he wasn't feeling well. I'm going to miss him dearly. He died of natural causes peacefully in his stall. He and his fellow buddy Star are now romping the meadows at Rainbow Bridge together. Until we meet again my wonderful boy, where we shall gallop the fields once more. You will always be in my heart.

Cody Max

"Cody" On November 26, 2018, Rainbow Bridge was crossed once again by one of our beloved children Cody Max. Cody was one amazing horse. Sweet and gentle, this guy would do anything for you. Cody was 28 years old and passed of natural causes peacefully under a pine in the pasture. I'm sure he is loving galloping along the grassy meadows with his old buddy Pete. Cody had a big heart, and will forever be in our hearts.

Below are some pictures of animals I used to have and care for but have since gone from my life.

Alita Alita was a pure bred Arabian mare. She was a young horse and needed much training and work. I did not have enough time to spend with this mare and realized she needed more training then I could take time out to do, so we sold her. Hopefully she is still alive and enjoying her life on earth. I will always remember her however and her wild ways.

Blaze Blaze was a grade horse that my neighbors had bought and he stayed in our stable. He was a good horse. Blaze wound up being cared for by us. Our neighbors wanted us to keep him, but unfortunately, we really did not have the room for him at the time. I asked them to sell him. Hopefully Blaze also is still alive or at least wound up having a good life.

Ralphie Ralphie was a Mollucan Cockatoo. After Lu Lu had passed away, we got Ralphie. We actually drove half way to Ohio to get Ralphie. He had some problems after having an accident and needed much love and attention to get his confidence back up. With years of attention and love, Ralphie became trusting. The sad part is, Ralphie became so attached to me, that it was unfair to him and myself to keep him any longer. I could not devote the time he demanded of me. I then gave him to a friend of mine. She since has given him to another fellow. As far as I know, Ralphie is living and doing well.

Peti Peti was an Eclectus. When Ralphie left us, we took in Peti. He also needed some special attention. I worked with Peti a long time and he was a wonderful bird. He enjoyed all the fun things we used to do and loved his time with us. However, Peti also wound up demanding more time and attention then we could give him. We sold Peti and hopefully he is still out there and living a happy life.

Larry, Moe & Curly These little guys were a rescue. Larry, Moe and Curly were some wild ducks my friend had saved due to their mother passing away. I took them in and nutured them till they were grown and ready to live their lives. When they became old enough, they flew away. Once I actually believe they came to visit and flew over the place, as if to say thank you. I hope they are still out there and living a good life.

Quakers, Harpo, Groucho, Zeppo & Honker Jr. Quakers was my momma duck. After Honker passed, I sent her and some of her kids to a new home that has a big pond. We kept Lone Ranger and Tonto also pictured here on the far left, and got Daffy, Daisy and Donald in a hopes to breed some different ducks. I'm sure these guys are loving it where they are at now. I can't think of a better place for them to have moved to, and I know they will live out their lives in great comfort.

Sammy Sammy seagull as we called him, was a rescue. Some friends of ours saw him get hit by a truck. Knowing who I am, they brought the bird to me. I tried calling wild animal rescue places, but they only deal in birds of prey. I called my small animal vet as well as another vet. No one wanted the bird. Of course being who I am, I took Sammy in. He had made it through the nite and looked like he had an injured wing and broken leg. I nurtured Sammy back to health. He lived up in our hay loft during his recovery. We got him sometime in December before Christmas. On February 3, 2003, it was a bit warmer out and I could see Sammy was able to manage on his leg and he was flying around the hay loft confidently now. I opened up the hay loft door. I told him to have a good life out there. He looked at me as if I were nuts, and he just sat on a bale of hay. Later when I went down to clean the stable, Sammy had gone his way. I hope Sammy lives a great long life out there and I was happy to have helped him out.

Pigeons I saved my original pigeons from being shot in a pigeon shoot. I had a couple of Roller Pigeons as well as many Himalayan Pigeons originally that I had saved. There were still some of those original birds alive along with the rest being mixed breeds when I was forced to find them a new home. They are now with a couple that had pigeons and due to circumstances had to give them up just like I had to. They were tickled to find my pigeons needing a home and able to take them once again. I know they will be happy with this couple and enjoy the rest of their lives.

Lefty Lefty was my one remaining goose which I was forced to find her a new home. I fondly called her Lefty because of that broken wing you see on her right side. I did eventually get the feather trimmed back for her so as she wouldn't hurt herself. Lefty was a good goose, many can be mean. Although a tad cautious of me, she was never mean. I found Lefty a good home I believe. She will be with other geese and ducks with her own pond! I'll bet she is in her glory now.

Ralph & Alice Ralph and Alice were named after the TV show The Honeymooners by my mother whom had chickens herself as a child. I was forced to find them a new home. Their finding my stable is quite a cute story. My neighbor had gotten a slew of roosters and chicken hens. These two little guys are called Banny Chickens. They were extremely small and were quickly pushed out of my neighbors yard in hopes of finding food in my stable, which of course they did. Although I didn't have them long, they were adorable and I took good care of them. They too would wind up in the same home as Lefty in a chicken coop with other chickens. I'm sure they are content and happy as well.

Jan Man Jan Man was my lone Guinea Hen I had left after a neighbor a few years back shot a good number of my Guinea Hens. I had to capture the ones that were not shot in hopes of saving their lives by letting them go back to the farm they came from. Jan Man however, I never did catch. Being he was one of my original Guinea Hens, and survived this long without a predator getting him, I decided he could stay. Because he was alone, he didn't tend to wander far off the farm wanting to be near his stable domain. He was a fun Guinea Hen to watch. He actually knew his name I think. Many times tormenting my dogs to chase him. He even bonded with Ralph & Alice (above) when they were not in a stall. I really miss this guy and was forced to give him up as well. A person whom I thought was my friend had many other Guinea Hens and he came down one night while he was roosting in the stable. We captured him and he took Jan Man to his place to roam with his manhy other Guinea Hens. Since that time, I no longer speak with this person whom once was a friend. On my bicycle rides I only see two Guinea Hens left, I don't know if Jan Man is one of them. He had gotten rid of the rest of his Guinea Hens it appears. Sadly, I've lost my Jan Man and I truly do miss him.

Kilomen Kilomen was a Timneh African Grey parrot I had for several years. This guy was a fun bird. I had taught him many phrases and words and respectfully stopped some of his bad habits and unwanted words and phrases. Unfortunately, another so called friend I had taken him for, decided to take him someplace else for an imature reason. Kilomen had his new home with me, and I'd have gladly kept him as I considered him my bird after so many years of loving care. I spent a lot of my time caring for this bird to have him ripped from my life as he was. I am hurt because of this and I do miss him. I truly hope he is doing fine and at least someplace with some happiness in his life, becasue he certainly was happy here.

Frog Hollow's Covenant Blessing

"Issac" Issac came to Dee Run Meadows in October of 2012. He was one of Mike's dogs to join the family when Mike moved in. I loved and cared for Issac very much. Unfortuneatley, Issac decided he loved me too much. He wanted to be the alpha dog and keep me to himself. Several incidents happened that resulted in his having to leave us. This move was best for him and the other animals. On August 29th, 2013, Issac went back to his breeder in hopes of finding a new home that would suit him. He will most likely be best in a home with an alpha man only and no other people or animals. We are always in touch with his breeder and hoping she will find him a good home. In the meantime, he's in excellent hands.

Ghost Ghost was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier that just showed up at our front door...literally! One evening he just came bounding across the front yard to our door. We kept Ghost for a few months trying to find his family. Unfortuneately, we believe he was dumped off. As we already had seven dogs at the time, we decided to try and find a new forever home for him. If things didn't work out, we would have taken him back in a New York minute. However, things did work out for him in his new home. I know he enjoyed his time with us and learned a few manners and tricks not to mention dealing with a pack. He is missed, but I know he went to a good home.

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Goodbye my companions...we will meet again...

Click the heart to read a special dedication to our pets.