We are blessed to work with so many kind pets and their wonderful owners. While we do all we can to extend quality of life for our furred friends, there is that inevitable time when things end. We’ve created this space to help memorialize those who wish to share their lost loved ones with past, current, and future Paws at Home family.
From coming home with us as a scared bundle at 5yo to running the household by 7 you were a force of nature. Saying goodbye at 12 was ridiculously hard but still heartwarming. We miss you Mr. G. Thank you, Caroline and crew.
Dr Horn
We can’t thank you enough for your kindness and compassion with our best buddy, Winter (and us). As you well know it’s so hard to say goodbye. You made it so meaningful…he knew you would be a friend and very gentle…he was able to pass with love in his favorite place on the deck, looking at and smelling the trees and grass.
Also, we got our flowers…such a lovely gesture.
At some point there will be another best buddy in our lives but first we must grieve our Winter.
Gratitude forever,
Debby and Joe Jarecki
It has been well over a year – gosh, nearly 2 years – we still miss you so much, I think that that will never end. You were a fierce friend for 14 years – a cuckoo bird, a fearless food thief – the most wonderful fluff muffin pain in the neck – we will love you and remember you forever and always, Yeshe Louise. xo
Lineman Mike , son of Ozark Pawnee, and BD’s Grayson , adopted son of Diana Hanks, went to sleep , and over the rainbow bridge this afternoon at 3:30. He loved his vet Carolyn Horn, who came to the house and fed him treats . He was quite content as he slipped away, with me at his side, and his cat Snooki. They had become very bonded. She watched the whole thing, even him being loaded into the vehicle. That cat sat in the window the until the vehicle left.
He had a successful racing career, before he retired , then was sent to Northern Greyhound Adoptions.
Suzanne Gerry who runs Northern Greyhound Adoptions was very crafty, as I had just lost Gunner, and wasn’t going to go through that ever again. Suzanne called me to foster this big athletic Greyhound, to make space for another shipment coming in. Well it was winter and a big snowstorm was predicted. She warned me that it had better not snow while I have him or I won’t want to give him back for adoption. She had to have known about the storm and I do believe it was quite the set up. This dog LOVED snow! He was a blast to take out in the snow, he would leap and spin , he could run and spin at the same time, and outrun other dogs as he was adding spins along the way. Or he could spin in place like a riegning horse, and I would just hold the lead up above his head and out of his way.
After the snowstorm hit , I put him in harness and took him to the groomed and free local cross country ski trails at the Burlington Intervale. He pulled like a Husky! He also was quite controlable, as I kept one lead on the harness for pulling and the other to his collar to stop or neck reign to turn him. It was natural to him.
He was sent back to the kennel for a couple to look at who were coming down from Canada. I cried all day. Fortunately he was too powerful for the woman, though the husband wanted him, and they chose another dog. Don’t you know he ended up back in my house adopted by me. That was Sue’s plan all along. He needed work with cats first and got that work before I took him permanently. I enjoyed seven short years with him.
The end of May I noticed a small bump on his hind quarters, and thought he had bumped himself. But it did not go down, it grew quickly and suddenly , became painful one morning, in less than 2 weeks from noticing a bump. I had to help him into the car and spent a day at Peak, as Carolyn was away. Testing came back as a Sarcoma in his muscle, and too involved and too aggressive to remove.
He has been on pain meds for three weeks as this thing grew right before my eyes. Saddly 6/24/24 was the day I had to say goodbye.
Mikey, go find Gunner up there and have yourselves some fun races. Give me some signs once in a while. I did find the Tiger Lilly that just bloomed today in my garden. I’ll take that as a sign.
Our Bozo found peace after a short but brave fight against heart failure. We are grateful that his transition was had in the comfort of our home, wrapped in his favorite blanket, at the foot of the bed where he slept most nights, with Michael and I laying a thousand kisses on his cheek.
Bozo’s life was unfairly short, but his personality saw no bounds. Our lives are changed for the better to have loved him. He was meant to be loved hard and fast, and though we are lost and devastated by his missing presence, we are so lucky to have been chosen for the task.
We’ll remember him through his softness, his resilience, his unyielding curiosity, his desire to be cradle held like a baby, the way he knew when we needed a hug… his deep love for open-window time on warm days, his voracity for food, his unexplainable fear of stringed instruments, his little “turkey chirps”, the way he would initiate intense games of hide-and-seek, and, above all, how purely he loved us.
The list goes on… It feels like there is no proper way to eulogize all that he was to us and the impact he had on our lives – but in the simplest form: he was our best friend.
If you knew Bozo, you loved him. If you didn’t, just know that he would have greeted you at the door with a nose-boop and a “brrp?”, excited to make a new friend.
We love you, Bozo Bingo.
Sadie, you were so special to us. We will always remember your bright, beautiful soul. Thank you for all the adventures you took us on and for the endless love and comfort you brought to our family. I wish we could have kept you forever. Your absence has been so loud. 14 years was not long enough…we miss you something fierce. Rest easy my sweet love.
Florence
Florence is a city in Italy
Where scooters zip in and of lanes
Where the best gelato is a coveted secret
Where David bares it all
Where I stand out, a wide-eyed American
Who can’t believe I’m not in Kansas
Florence is a nurse
Someone I’d never live up to
Saving lives on a battlefield
Teaching regular humans how to be superheroes
As though that type of bravery
Is something that can be taught
Florence is Florence Welch
Fronting The Machine
Flitting around the stage like a rock’n’roll fairy
Telling me that I deserve to be loved
And I deserve what I am given
Reminding me that I’m alive inside
Florence is an old lady cat
Who came to us as a mystery
Having lost her home; I could relate
She promised with a head boop
To be a good cat
And then hid under our couch for weeks
Florence is an old lady cat
That traveled with us from state to state
And hid under the brake pedal
In a big ol’ box truck
In heavy traffic on a four-lane interstate
She could never loose her home with us
Florence is an old lady cat
That greeted us at the door
Whenever we came home
And sat on the toilet lid
Waiting patiently while I showered
Hoping for just a few pets before I left for work
Florence is an old lady cat
A fearless hunter
A bah bah bah of a soft, tufty paw
If you’re not careful
Always wanted me to be impressed
By her hunting prowess
Florence is an old lady cat
Always sleeping somewhere new
A scarf I’d find on myself in the morning
A drawn out meow I’d hear at bedtime
So many meows, like her own language
That I could understand but never speak
Flo is just a little kitty
A symbol of our love
A member of our family
A mess of gray fur
With a comforting purr
My kitty
Kitty
Kitty
Thomas remains in our hearts as the most gentle, loving, and intuitive cat we’ve ever had. He was our son, our daughter’s brother, our best friend. The connection we shared with him has to last a lifetime until we see him again. He lives on in our hearts and in our memories.
Travel the rainbow bridge, our boy, to a land with no pain, sickness, or death. Taken too soon before your time you were loved beyond measure. Thank you for loving us in return. Until we see each other again.
We had 6.5 years with Jackson (got him when he was 8) and that time seemed so short. I wish our pets could live forever. But we will cherish all our memories with him for a lifetime. Thank you for providing him with the most peaceful ending possible. My fur babies are waiting together at the rainbow bridge until I see them again.
Rip Jackson (7/16/08-3/13/23)
A.K.A Little marshmallow, little nugget, munchkin, love dove, and Petey-poo.
We said goodbye to our beloved “Lucy Goosey” last week. We had 12 amazing years with this darling and she will forever be in our hearts.
There are not enough words in the human language to describe how much Jasper meant to us. I’ve heard the term Soul Dog and I can without a doubt say, that Jasper was, and will always be my soul dog.
I loved Jasper for 16 years – he traveled with me all over the world. Living in Oregon, Washington, Texas, Ireland, and finally Vermont. There was nothing boring about his life, despite being born in Boring, Oregon.
He had more personality in his little body than anyone I’ve met in my life. He was inquisitive, cautious, adventurous, and above all else extremely loving to his mommy and daddy. He LOVED to be cuddled and held (but only by his people), kissed, and overall rocked to sleep in my arms.
He was always extremely healthy, until a seizure in his last year (the first would lead to many, many more), would take away his health, he fought for five months until his physical and mental deterioration became too much and we decided to take away his pain and confusion. The medical team is almost certain it was a brain tumor that eventually caused Jasper to deteriorate.
I have so many memories of this sweet angel and find solace in looking at the thousands of videos and pictures I have of him. However, there will forever be a massive hole in my heart. We love you so much, sweet, sweet boy.
My dear girl its been just over a year now since you went on ahead of me, the sadness I feel missing you is still with me, but more so I have the memories of our time together. You were a precious soul and were a blessing to me. You were my heart and I am so grateful you came into my life. You were perfect.
Bennie was 10 pounds of attitude and unconditional love. We never realized when we adopted this little guy that losing his presence would leave such a huge hole. We’ll always be grateful to Caroline and Paws at Home for allowing us to say goodbye to Bennie at home in his favorite bed by the fire surrounded by his family.
Bo, thank you for close to 16 years of adventures, companionship, and laughter. You were always up for anything, whether it was a camping trip, a hike, a canoe ride, or chasing us as we skied down mountains. You put up with several rain-soaked days of hiking the Long Trail in the summer of 2009, carrying your own backpack and sticking close to me as we navigated steep ladders and narrow bridges, rocky summits and muddy valleys together. You got into mischief regularly, stealing snacks from counters and coffee tables, as well as many unattended sandwiches. You also survived not one, but two stomach surgeries when you ate something you shouldn’t have! I am so lucky that I found you on Petfinder that winter of 2007, when I wasn’t sure what I was doing with my life, or where I wanted to be. All I knew was that I wanted a puppy. Since then you have been with me through jobs, moves, loves, and heartache, always sensing my moods and cheering me up with a lick on my nose and a tail wag. You loved carrots and snow, Old Mother Hubbard treats and sausages, Thanksgiving table scraps and peanut butter-filled Kongs, your stuffed dragon, and sleeping in sunbeams. You loved taking your time to smell everything on walks, and greeting other dogs with your slow tail wag that often turned into a pinwheel. Most of all you loved curling up between Chris and me on the couch , snoozing contentedly after a day’s adventure. Rest easy my sweet hound, my Bo, my Bolene, my Bolinas. You will be with me forever.
