Pets in Memoriam


Our Special Dog Zeke by Olivia Sparks

MelissaFarquhar : March 27, 2017 4:22 pm : Pets in Memoriam

zeke-blog“On February 18, 2017, the world lost a very special dog. Zeke was so intuitive to people, it seemed as though he were almost human himself. He was a Guelph St John Ambulance Therapy Dog at the Royal on Gordon, and was loved by everyone who met him. He always knew how to brighten someone’s day, and bring a smile to their face.

He was a forever puppy, and didn’t even know he had aged. His body grew tired far before he did, making it especially hard to know when the right time would be. I am confident he enjoyed his last day with us on this earth – going to the dog park to throw the ball one last time, picking out a brand new toy, and enjoying all the wonder of McDonald’s ice cream cones and hamburgers!

It pained us to lose Zeke that day, but I try to think back on all we gained in the twelve and a half years we shared with him. We will miss the constant squeaking of toys, the never ending games of fetch, and the hoarding of all the stuffies – but those memories help him to live on in our hearts every single day. We love you, Zeke.

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Lucky’s Memoirs – written by Lucky Sandford

MelissaFarquhar : August 24, 2016 3:54 pm : Pets in Memoriam

Lucky Sandford, the author, pictured at home.

Lucky Sandford, the author, pictured at home.

I don’t remember much about my youth. I was a bit of an adventurer. I liked to run outside, climb trees, chase mice and birds and yes, girls, too. You must understand, I was a handsome fellow with long flowing fur and a regal face, and I was particularly proud of my big fluffy tail. I have to say, when I was young I was, sort of, irresistible. Sadly, one day tragedy struck. I was running across a road – one of those busy with big people machines – and I don’t know what happened but the next thing I remember I was lying by the road with a lot of humans standing over me debating whether I had just lost one of my lives. I mean, we cats, we don’t care so much as you humans about that kind of thing; we do have nine of them to go through you know. My hips and legs hurt, I knew that much, and when a white van arrived. I allowed the uniformed human to put me in a cage. I confess that I probably cried a bit. The ambulance took me to a hospital where I got poked and prodded. I didn’t like that so I bit the vet, just a little bit, just to let him know I didn’t like it.

The next few days were a blur. I remember the delicious food that was served twice a day, feeling warm and safe, and a lady human with a soft touch and sweet words. She kept saying to me, ‘You are so lucky, do you know how lucky you are?’ I replied, ‘Mow wow! Mow wow!’ The medical man took a picture of my pelvis with a machine and proclaimed it broken. It was also observed that I had an air gun pellet in my belly. Some people have tattoos to remember their adventures, we cats have scars and metal bits in us. I heard the lady who was looking after me talking to the vet about keeping me at the hospital and trying to find me a home, because she said the people with the white van planned to come back soon to euthanize me at the shelter. I thought it was odd that she didn’t know that we were going to be best buddies for the next 18 years, soul mates for the rest of our lives. Sometimes humans are a bit slow to realize things.

All went well. I had my manhood removed and went home with the human lady who, going forward, I shall refer to as Mama Pat. I joined a household of two other kitties, and a small human boy. I had a wonderful life, climbing fences, mousing, sleeping on my lady’s bed, and playing with a black kitty next door. I learned to stay away from those metal boxes that humans traveled in. As I got elderly my hips bothered me a lot and just as I thought my adventuring days were winding down my lady decided she wanted to move to England. England, I thought, and had a vision of a lovely garden, tasty British mice and pretty sunsets. Well, sign me up for that, I thought, I was feeling old and tired, but living inside a concrete apartment with only a balcony cramped my swashbuckling style a tad. Bring on the open seas and the warm south winds…

My lady’s belongings were rapidly leaving our apartment in boxes.

Leo Sandford, in the garden.

Leo Sandford, in the garden.

My brother, Leo, was a fluffy, nervous boy who was afraid of his own shadow. I will liken him to Eeyore. He was worried that we would get left behind and he started to pee in strange places. I knew my lady would never leave us behind; she knew what ‘forever’ meant. Bear, my younger brother, who had more recently joined our clan, was distracted with the new fern plants that Mama Pat had hung from the ceiling in an effort to beautify the apartment to sell it. He was launching himself off the couch at the plants oblivious of what was about to happen.
The journey was hell. We were all put in boxes and driven to a place where metal birds land and take off. We were terrified. I kept calling out to my brothers, telling them we were going to be ok. We were in lock down; in isolation for hours. Being the most confident of the troop, I considered myself the leader of the three Musketeers. My brother Leo, was a beautiful fluffy grey guy, sweet but lacking in confidence, and Bear, almost a twin of me without the white feet, was just a silly inexperienced kid. I sat in my box and tried to count how many lives I’d had… perhaps this was the 9th and the end? I could only remember six before I fell asleep. I think Mama Pat sat above us on the metal bird, crying a lot. Whatever possessed her to do this crazy England thing? My brother Bear in the next box was throwing up a lot and from the smell, it was safe to assume that he had peed and pooped his breakfast, lunch and dinner. Poor guy. The in-flight service was non-existent, not a catnip cocktail in sight.

A long time later, I decided to take matters into my own paws and leave. I had to get out of my cage. I worked at the door with my teeth and nails, and miraculously the door opened. Now what to do? There wasn’t really anywhere to go, so I went and consoled each of my brothers, telling them that if we were going to die we would all go together like proud warriors. I then sat between their cages and waited. Later there was some bumping and clattering. Eventually the door opened and some uniformed soldiers took us out. They seemed surprised that I wasn’t in my cage. We were taken to an Animal Reception Centre at Heathrow Airport, not quite the Holiday Inn, but at least we were on the ground and were given a litter box and food. Much later, back in our cages we were taken to Mama Pat and off we drove in a metal box. It seemed this journey was never to end, we were all so tired.

Such was our arrival in England. The next day we arrived at our new home, a house with lots of sunny windows and soft chairs. We all gave a big sigh of relief and slept for days. I have to note here that I did not see my brother, Bear, for a few months. He lived in a cupboard. Mama Pat finally carried him out to the garden and showed him the bunnies and the cows over the wall. He was shocked; he had no idea that such creatures existed. With time, he ventured out on his own and would watch the bugs in the hedge, and hunt the pygmy shrews and mice.

England was ok. I liked to walk on the grass again, and slept a lot in sunbeams. The sun warmed my bones. I felt my body aging and I couldn’t jump anymore. My Mama would talk to me; I could see her mouth moving but couldn’t hear the words. I actually couldn’t hear anything. How strange the world had become – quite scary. I also couldn’t climb the stairs to sleep with my Mama so I cried at night a lot and she would come downstairs and we’d sit in a chair and cuddle and look at the full moon over the sea. Aging is no fun. I am embarrassed to share that I was also having a problem with my poo. It had started to, kind of, just, fall out when I walked. I think my muscles had got weak from that whole broken pelvis experience. Nobody seemed to mind too much though. One day, after about a year, Mama announced we were going back to live in Canada. I felt relieved. Of course there would be another metal bird journey, but at least I was wise now and knew we would be safe and see Mama on the other side.

By now my brother Leo was also old and frail. His kidneys were painful, and he could hardly walk, and we weren’t sure if he would make the journey. Mama gave him some pain medication that helped. Brother Bear on the other hand practically lived outside in the garden and didn’t want to leave. He had come into his own, with a big gloriously fluffy coat and a proud face. He guarded the garden daily, sitting on the wall watching the cows and foxes, and the bunnies. Neither Leo nor I could get up there, so we left that job to the young one.

We all went to the vet to get our passports signed for travel. While on the table Mama told the vet how much Bear liked the garden and she didn’t think there would be a garden where we were going to live in Canada, so she was worried she was going to ruin Bear’s life. Bear looked at her and saw a picture of life back in the apartment in Canada and decided not to go. I know that sounds crazy to humans but we cats choose how and where we want to live, just like you do.

Two days before we left, Bear went missing, he had gone out to play and not come back. Mama went out to look for him and found him caught on the barbed wire fence at the bottom of the garden. His fluffy trousers had got stuck on the sharp barbs, he went into a panic, had a heart attack and accelerated through a bunch of life times. Mama was hysterical. It was a sad trip home, she cried a lot. Leo and I tried to reassure her that we wouldn’t leave her. We felt calm, we’d done the journey before, and it was going to be ok. Canadian cat food is far tastier than English cat food anyway.

I arrived back in Canada and had my nineteenth birthday. For my birthday Mama bought several comforters from Value Village; they smelled so interesting. She folded them up on the floor and made amazing beds for me in every room. It hurt to walk, and jumping was a distant memory. I felt relieved to be home and safe, and I slept a lot. I had wonderful dreams. I let go of my life two months after that; I had had eighteen fantastic years with Mama Pat and was very grateful. It was Thanksgiving weekend and I knew it was time to go. I followed Mama around all day, telling her I loved her and gazing at her beautiful face. She didn’t understand what I was saying until the next day, but sometimes as I said before, our humans are slow to understand. I told her that I would send her another kitty that reminded her of me to help her sadness. The next day in the very early morning I got off the bed where Mama had put me to sleep by her head, and my legs wouldn’t work at all. I couldn’t feel them. It was a strange sensation. Mama took me to her friend who was a vet, and they decided I couldn’t continue that way. Mama held me while the vet man gave the injection and the last thing I remember is her tears of love. I told her with my eyes that I would always love her, and I left my body.

What an amazing long life I had!

My buddy, Leo, was so frail and all alone for the first time in his life. He sat on the couch all depressed.

Leo and his new girlfriend, Bunny.

Leo and his new girlfriend, Bunny.

I found a white fluffy girl kitty called Bunny who agreed to go and love him. It took me six months to find a cat as beautiful as me to send to my Mama but eventually I found Shanti and gave him some instructions.

I learned in my life that cats and humans can have deep love and respect for each other and fantastic adventures. I told Shanti to go and live with my Mama and love her hard and make her sadness go away. When they met, upon seeing him, Mama said my name, and then she said Bear’s name and I knew she understood.

Shanti and Bunny find each other.

Shanti and Bunny find each other.

I’ve learned that the lifetimes go fast, so cats, my advice to you is to live well and long and love your people deep.


Happy hunting! Sleep a lot, meditate a little and eat lots of tasty food. Mow Wow!!


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“May the Force be with You, Luke” by Ruth Pillar

MelissaFarquhar : August 18, 2016 1:52 pm : Pets in Memoriam

Luke PillarHe was found outside when he was 5 weeks old. None of the shelters would take him because he was wild, so we kept him. He was my first feral cat – but not my last. The moment I held him and told him I was going to keep him, he started to purr. This stated our long road together. His name came from Starwars;he was going to be my brothers cat. He used to sleep on my bed, and loved being with my animals. When my brother went off the school the question came up where was Luke going to stay? We decided at that time it was best if he stayed at home with me. My brother would come to visit from time to time. However, he hasn’t been home in two years now.
Luke had a great last day sleeping on my bed with all of his family. His favorite thing in life was food and he lived for breakfast and dinner. I called him for dinner and he didn’t come. A few minutes later I look down and there he was. Something was wrong! Luke was unable to use his left side. I cried as I brought him into the emergency. My brother called in just as we were putting Luke to sleep. Not only did I loose a family member and a great cat but I lost the only thing left in the house that reminded me of my brother. Luke was cremated and now lives in the kitchen so he can still be there for meal time. He will be missed by all. RIP Luke

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“When is the Right Time to Say Goodbye?” by Jonathan Uyede

MelissaFarquhar : October 27, 2014 4:11 pm : Dog Stories, Pets in Memoriam

jadeWhen I was growing up, our family always had animals, but Jade was different; Jade was MY first dog.  A dog for which I made all the decisions.

Jade came into my life in my early university days.  She was obtained as a “rescue” dog, as her loving family realized they didn’t have the time to care for her with the arrival of a newborn.  Luckily,  I knew that I would have the time to care for her, and so I adopted her.  She was my sweet companion who moved with me from student house to student house – stealing hearts along the way.  Jade was with me when I was first accepted into vet school, and she quickly became a very tolerant pin cushion on which my roommates and I would practice our techniques.

As the years went by, I noticed her age catching up with her and saw the slow progression of arthritis.  Our walks became shorter and her energy slowly declined. She always wagged her tail, and our walks were the highlight of her day but I knew that she was in a lot of pain.  To ease the discomfort of arthritis, medications were used – and would help for a short period of time – but eventually each particular medication would not be sufficient to suppress the pain and we would have to move on to a more powerful one. Indeed, it hurt me to watch her get up and greet me as I knew how much discomfort she was in.

When is the “right” time to say goodbye? I pondered this question over and over again, wondering how I would – how I could – make this decision. Then one day early in my veterinary career,  I saw the look in her eye; she was telling me she couldn’t go on any longer.  At that point, I knew in my heart it was the right time to say goodbye.

As a veterinarian, I council pet owners about when to say goodbye to their loved ones.  I review all aspects of their pet’s medical conditions including their blood chemistry, their mobility, their bodily functioning etc. But at the end of the appointment, it comes back to my experience with Jade; is the pet telling you it’s time to go? My tenure as Jade’s owner allowed me to understand first-hand the heart-wrenching struggle that nearly every pet owner goes through when making the hard decision to say “goodbye”.

Jade was MY first dog – and so much more. A true companion, she taught me many life lessons about love and loss; experiences that have allowed me to help my clients make those hard decisions themselves when the time arrives .  Jade, I will never forget you.

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