I called her Tini-tiny, but her name was Martini. I can’t begin to explain the significance of her very brief two years on earth. She came when her human needed her. I was her sitter, her massage therapist, and in the end her death doula. I'll never forget the intense joy she communicated to me during her final days. She was so happy and at peace in her human's arms..
Every now and again, if you're very lucky, you'll come across an animal that fits perfectly into your soul, as if it has always been there. Lorenzo was one of those soul matches for me. Looking in his eyes or kissing his giant head healed me.
Sweet Shawnee taught me so much about quiet communication. She was a timid, but sweet old girl, prone to anxiety. If I really listened to her I could find a quiet heart space to share with her. Sometimes our teachers come in different forms.
Pugsly had my heart from day one simply because she's a pug. I was entrusted with her hospice care the final week of her life and I've never felt so honored.
Deebers -I miss this sweet old boy. Best fetcher ever! Gone, but never forgotten.
Molly and I spent five years together. I was her dog sitter. I sang her silly songs on our walks. I massaged her and cuddled on her as much as she would allow. She's gone now, but when I think of her my heart still hurts a little. I miss you, Molly-Pants.
This is Bob. Bob Cat. When I sat for him I always told him he looked like a bunny. He didn't appreciate that at all. He's passed on, but will never be forgotten. Sassy little bunnycat.
This old man was found on the side of the road. We took him in, loved and cared for him the last two years of his life. We love you, Happy.