Ollie
Corinne Linda Bromley
My special boy I love you and miss you so much my heart is broken 13 years together was not enough
Cassie
Hollie haynes
We had the best 14 years together.... Cassie watched her two best friends faith and Charlie grow up and they did everything together! They were by her side until her very last moments. Love you cass I wish I could keep you here with us forever x. We will never forget the memories we have. Thankyou for being the best dog we could have ever wished for.. Sleep tight pup xx
Boo
Antoinette Poxon
The best little chap who loved us for nearly 17 years sleep tight wee man
Sandy
Liz
Dear Merel There are no words to express enough gratitude for you for all your support and kindness in Sandys final moments. You took the time with us to explain everything and made her so comfortable. Her little body was giving up but she still totally had her mind but you knew the right thing to do and after the first injection which she never even noticed she looked utterly at peace and had so much relief in her face. For that I am eternally grateful as my little baby for 16 years, my best mate and my shadow passed the Rainbow Bridge so comfortably. You are an amazing lady, you were made for your job and I am so thankful you came into our home that day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart xxx Liz & Sandy xxx
Buster
Julie hatton
Miss you everyday buster
Tinker
Margaret
Eulogy for Tinker It was September 2006 when Tinker joined my family at the age of 3 and a half. For the first couple of days, she hid under the tallboy in my bedroom – how she got there I don’t know, she must have squeezed herself almost flat. If I was out, she must have come down to the kitchen to eat the food I left her and then escaped back to her hiding place. An acquaintance of mine had a friend who needed to re-home her cat as she lived in a flat by a busy main road, felt it was no life for a cat and decidedly dangerous for her to venture outside. I fell in love with Tinker at first sight. She soon settled in at my home and had great fun going up and down my stairs – she’d never come across them before and would take them 2 or 3 at a time. One day, after coming home from work and going upstairs, I watched in awe as she proudly showed me she could walk on top of the bannisters at the top of the stairs, full of confidence with her tail up, clearly enjoying being an acrobat. Another party trick of hers when she was younger was to jump from my armchair onto the top of my Irish dresser, some 6 feet from the ground. She would proudly walk across the top where I had some ornaments and never dislodged any of them. She would walk the top from end to end and then also continue onto the top of the door, next to the dresser. Then she wanted to come down …. it was a case of pleading meows for me to help her come down. As I was out at work during the day, it meant she was left in the house alone and she soon found her favourite places until I came home – this included a cushion on the windowsill of my office, overlooking the garden that is bathed in sunshine in the morning. We would make a bit fuss of each other and she would make her ‘I’m hungry’ meow and lead me to the kitchen. She had lots of different ‘meows’ for various situations that were easy to interpret. Tinker loved being stroked and would arch her back in pleasure and I stroked the length of her back with her ending by lifting her tail up high. Then there were the ‘head butts’ … and the gentle, quiet purring. Utterly adorable. She had never been outside. so I tried to coax her out into my back garden to enable her to explore and see another side of life. She was very nervous of stepping outside, letting out meows of fear as she teetered on the step. I kept encouraging her and eventually she made it – looking around sheepishly, ready to make a very swift exit with her back legs down ready to jump. She was aware my next-door neighbour had cats and would poke her nose under the garden gate to see if any were around on the other side, again, back legs down ready to jump back inside. She ventured down the back garden steps a little way and eventually managed to get to the bottom of the garden by my shed – that was as far as she’d go and only if I was around to ‘rescue’ her. One day I lifted her up and put her on the lawn, thinking she’d enjoy the softness of the grass under her paws. She jumped straight off in a panic as the ground didn’t feel ‘solid’ - she was frightened of it. My partner, Steve got to meet her during his visits at my home and she soon felt comfortable in his presence as he too has a cat. Each month it would be my turn to visit Steve at his home in Ledbury and as I was packing for weekends away, I got out my ‘automatic feeders’ that had clocks fed by batteries to ensure she was fed at her usual feeding times whilst I was away. The look of disappointment on her face as she saw them in the kitchen left me feeling so guilty but in the end we both got used to them and had wonderful meowy, head-butty, stroking greetings when I got home again. Going on holiday was more complicated and thankfully my neighbour, Rachel kindly looked after her whilst I was away. The feeling of guilt was overpowering whenever I left for any length of time and always the wonderful greeting when I got home. She would meow herself hoarse. One time, whilst my Mum was still alive but was not mobile, I took Tinker to see her at her home so they could meet each other. I let her out of her carrier in Mum’s lounge and she looked around, full of curiosity, but with her back legs down ready to jump back into the carrier. Slowly she walked towards Mum so she was able to stroke her – a special moment. Years passed and we enjoyed each other’s company, getting closer and understanding each other with such a deep sense of love. There is an armchair in my lounge and woe betide me if I should sit in HER chair. About 5 or 6 years ago I nearly walked on her a couple of times as I moved around the house and it occurred to me she was becoming deaf. The vets confirmed this and from then on, I had to ensure I knew exactly where she was before I moved, particularly at night as the top of her coat was black. During the Covid lockdown we were constant companions and I know her presence helped me through the loneliest of times when I was not able to meet up with Steve. I work as a Laughter Yoga Teacher and at that time was not allowed to practice ‘in-person’ so Zoom online sessions were born. I ran twice weekly sessions for 30-minutes each and was part of a team of 4 running ‘The Daily Giggle Channel’ doing 10-minute sessions several times each day to help people cope with the isolation felt through the pandemic. We did this for well over a year. Tinker would often join me on my dining table where I had my laptop and join in the laughter sessions by walking over my keyboard so the camera would pick her up on screen, with much hilarity from participants. This year, she began to really show signs of ageing, suffering from Arthritis, particularly in her hip joint. The vet found she had a heart murmur and she had developed a degenerative kidney problem that proved to be the end of her life of 19 and a half years on 16 September 2022. Early that morning, around 3.30 am, she was on my bed where she had been sleeping and she came up close to my face, her whiskers waking me up and we nose-butted as she purred and I stroked her. When we got up later, she was walking OK after having an injection earlier in the week to ease her joints but she was having difficulty to go to the loo and was clearly distressed. I took her to the vet one last time and he confirmed her kidneys had failed and it was time. I think she knew and, in her way, asked me to let her go at 3.30 am. A vet from Dignipets came to my home later in the afternoon and, after I gave her some calming Reiki, he gave her the euthanasia injection to let her pass away peacefully, at home. My home feels empty but my heart is full of the spirit and memories of Tinker. Maggie Thompson – 17 September 2022
Alfie
Linda Eyles
My beautiful boy... Alfie... I can not describe the hurt I'm feeling at losing you, you were my cuddle bug, my purr monster.., and that purr could melt anyone's heart and it did.. You were always the first for a cuddle when we came home, the first to wake me in the morning. You loved everyone and they all loved you... You chose me when you were 5 weeks old and every time I saw you until I took you home you would climb up my leg and sit on my chest... And that is where you lay when you went to your eternal sleep... I'm so sorry we couldn't make you better, we would have done anything but it just wasn't possible, so the only thing was to help you gain your wing and be in no more pain... We will love and miss you forever... My Alfie moon...
Cleo
Jessica
Our cleo, 11 years of loving you, the best dog you could have xx
Poppy
Carol Norton
Poppy was a loveable beautiful girl who loved every one. She loved cuddles,treats and chocolate buttons and car rides. Poppy was my shadow. Miss you love mum x