http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Pet Memorial Service at Washington State Universityen-usCopyright 2012, WSU College of Veterinary Medicine120"Sweetest little puglet ever...she'll be missed by her family and her little buddy, Cruiser."Kristina M.http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/B47E4C7D-2B95-4B42-9700-156F16AB4E5E5/17/2013 10:56:44 AMhttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/B47E4C7D-2B95-4B42-9700-156F16AB4E5ECow Kitty she is gone I know still within I hear padding feet still amidst her quiet presence within throughout I come home to her house. (AH 4.21.2013)Debi F.http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/0AB20BDC-5B1B-4A8B-9107-4B0A3AACFBD15/17/2013 10:52:40 AMhttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/0AB20BDC-5B1B-4A8B-9107-4B0A3AACFBD1Stella's big brohttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/79CA8675-E98C-465A-BA39-78576C76A3F65/13/2013 8:17:49 PMhttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/79CA8675-E98C-465A-BA39-78576C76A3F6We brought Maggie Mae home on Valentine's Day of 2003; which speaks volumes about her life, because Maggie taught our family how to love. She expected very little, but appreciated so much. All she wanted was to please us, go for a walkies and to bring back the yellow ball. From Maggie we learned to be good listeners, to leave the room when conflict gets too heated, to forgive, and most importantly, we learned to run and enjoy the flowers and the trees while always keeping on eye on and staying near the path of her master. Maggie loved everyone she met and always made them feel like they were special. Her sweetness was felt by anyone whom she met with a big, pink tongue and a happy, wagging, tail. Maggie never complained. Ever. Even in her last days, when the bone cancer was taking over her body, she was quieter and less active, but she never let us know how badly she was hurting. She left our family better than she found us. The day she left us for good, she got to enjoy one last swim in her favorite lake and true to form, she limped her way out of the water, yellow ball in tow. We know now, that Maggie doesn't hurt anymore, and she's running in the big, green fields of heaven. She's waiting patiently for us in front of the fireplace in our mansion there, and one day we will get to throw the ball for her again. We love you Maggie Mae Muffin! Thank you for loving us, we hope that someday we can learn to love the way you did. We'll see you again and we'll all go for a walkies!Kelli B.http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/2700F0B5-C24F-487C-9DFB-57FEC1005E245/9/2013 8:09:15 AMhttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/2700F0B5-C24F-487C-9DFB-57FEC1005E24Yukon lived a very full and long life, dying peacefully in his sleep at age 15. He was rescued from a shelter in Everett by Rescue Pup as a young adult and adopted while living in a foster home. He loved to fetch. He’d fetch until he dropped from exhaustion. And the desire to do so was front and center on our family vacations to the Oregon Coast, where he would retrieve balls from the surf seemingly endlessly. He didn’t quite know his limits on those trips – often he would wake up the next morning so stiff from fetching balls on the beach he could hardly get up. He was a loving and loyal companion to both of our children through the turbulent times of middle and high school. He became Kris’s constant companion at work, walking with her to and from the office several times a week. In 2010 he helped Kris train for a walking marathon, participating in every training walk – including the final 20-miler. Since under the event rules he couldn’t actually walk the marathon with her, this photo was taken to commemorate his participation. Yukon’s love and devotion richly blessed our lives. We were grateful to be able to share so much time with him.Roger and Kris G.http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/5CAC1D3C-45D3-4C2A-A612-BC7929E7D6635/7/2013 10:54:29 AMhttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/5CAC1D3C-45D3-4C2A-A612-BC7929E7D663Thank you for the opportunity to tell Hurley's story. We became his third family on March 22nd of 2010. We never understood why anybody ever gave him up. He was the best cuddler and sweetest boy you could imagine. This picture shows him sitting on the couch, but his favorite thing was to sit on anybody's lap who sat down. We would jokingly make the warning alarm sounds like a commercial truck in reverse. He loved children. Our nieces would play, run and scream around him and he would just watch and perk up his ears. They would lay on his dog bed with him and he would happily share just to be touched and loved. He loved the dog park. He got so used to the attention from everyone there that he would burst through the gates with an air of confidence as if to ask the question, "who wants me first?" Small dogs with big attitudes would bark after him and he would take off scared. He had no clue he was so big. He weighed 180 pounds, but had the mentality of a toy breed. I didn't want to over-do it with pictures, but we have a photograph of him on the floor next to his giant dog bed with our kitty on the bed instead. He was so yielding and cooperative. He is the first dog I ever met with a sense of humor. He could make me laugh at just the right times. Once I was play scolding him for something by shaking my finger in his face and he playfully grabbed my finger in his jowls. He would then bury his face in my chest like he was trying to make up with me. We miss him ever so much. We struggled with that final decision, however our vet discovered a mass that was fixed to the bone after he was gone, assuring us there were other problems to come. He struggled with routine seizures and just wound down this past January. It is never easy to say goodbye, but I know we gave him the best years of his life. It is hardest walking through the neighborhood without him. I see the disappointment in all his admirers when they see me without him. His passing broke hearts throughout our family and neighborhood. I hope he is frolicking with our other Great Dane and two Rottweilers, sharing memories and talking about how good they had it at the Blodgett house.Heidi B.http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/675353BF-08F7-47B2-A08E-C8DAE009A0805/7/2013 10:49:32 AMhttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/675353BF-08F7-47B2-A08E-C8DAE009A080OKIE'S STORY: I got Okie from the Spokane County Regional Animal Protection Services (SCRAPS) when she was 2 years old, and when I was 10. She was a beautiful, young, vibrant and energetic Maine Coon Cat. I was in school one day, and my mom decided to pay a visit to the shelter while I was gone. When I got home, she told me that she had adopted a kitty for me, and she would be coming home with us in a couple days. We couldn't take Okie home right away because she had gotten sick while she was being spayed, so SCRAPS wanted to keep her a few extra days, just to make sure she was okay. When they were certain that she was okay, my mom went back down to the shelter and brought her home. I walked into the apartment after school and found Okie hiding under my mom's bed. I eventually coaxed her to come out, and she and I began to bond right away. That moment was the beginning of a beautiful friendship--and an extremely strong bond that only the cat and I fully understood. Over the next ten years, Okie was by my side through all the ups and the downs of life. She was there for me through everything. The bond that we had was exceedingly special. Her favorite place to sleep was my bed, and so, whenever I was sad, I would pick her up and put her on my bed, and then I would lay down at the head of my bed. Okie, sensing that I was upset, would come over and stand next to me and rub against me and start purring, beckoning me to pet her until I felt better. This usually worked quite well. She was such a great friend to me for 10 years. She was playful and cute. She even allowed me to teach her how to do a cute trick involving standing up on her back legs "saying please" for a kitty treat. She was so sweet and so precious. The day before my birthday, Okie went to be with Jesus, but every day, I am exceedingly thankful for all the time that God gave me with her. She was such a blessing to me, and though I do miss having her here with me, I know that part of her is always with me, and that one day, I will see her again. Okie, my precious baby girl, who was 12 years old when she passed, is now happy and vibrant, young and energetic, and free up in heaven. And that is the way that I shall always picture her: beautiful and strong...the love of my life. Thank you all so much for everything that you do to help us grieving owners keep the memories of our precious pets alive. Thank you, and many blessings upon you all,Courtney S.http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/B047402A-417E-41EE-B161-307C025073075/7/2013 10:43:44 AMhttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/B047402A-417E-41EE-B161-307C02507307Murphy was the best dog a family could have!Jenny R.http://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/16BA7FD4-6C16-4FA4-9494-ED18B952DE9D5/5/2013 8:34:07 AMhttp://www.vetmed.wsu.edu/PetMemorial/Memorial/16BA7FD4-6C16-4FA4-9494-ED18B952DE9D