Pet Memorials

September 21, 2005 – September 18, 2022
Princeton started life as “Jack” and chose us when we visited the San Francisco SPCA one weekend in early November 2005. They told us that he needed to be socialized but we found him pretty comfortable around us when he got home. We renamed him after the character Princeton from the Broadway musical, “Avenue Q” as he was full of life and wanted to see and learn everything in his world. He loved to chase after laser pointers and had a favorite little stuffed toy puppy that he really adored. He never liked catnip and liked to tease his older brother, Winston, a Senegal parrot. Princeton always lived indoors and had homes in Daly City and Oakland. He also had an older sister, Viveca, a sweet yellow Labrador Retriever but he was too scared to get to know her. He was my constant furry companion for 17 years. He would meow loudly every evening to let me know it was time to go to bed, stay with me until I fell asleep, and then would wake me up every morning at around 6 am (sometimes 7 on the weekend). He would greet me at the door when I came home from work. He always wanted to be in the same room as me and would head butt me to let me know when he wanted attention. Sometimes he would sleep on me. He was pretty much in charge of the house. He was the greatest kitty. I miss him already and we will always remember him. R.I.P. Princeton. See you at the Rainbow Bridge, Bubba!

BubbleToes was born on September 19, 2004, according to our niece. We adopted her from our brother in 2005 after our nephew became allergic to cats. She came all the way from Southern California and was previously named Princess. We called her Bubble for short. She got along with Mookie, our first cat, and everyone we adopted throughout the years, including Tootsie, Mia, Scoobie, Blossom, Trixie, Pixie, SweetPea, Chuckie, Freddie, Gabriella, and Castiella. She kept us company and preferred to sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen. We put a flower cat bed on the chair so that she was comfortable. During the pandemic, my sister took online craft classes from Mrs. O’Leary in Kansas. Bubble was famous in Kansas since she actively participated during these Zoom classes.

• Smile big and smile often.
• Everyone deserves love and a wag, even if they don’t reciprocate.
• Rules that say you don’t belong are meant to be broken. Never let anyone tell you where to go.
• If someone is ignoring you, knock something over.
• Don’t ever pass up an opportunity for a free butt scratch.
• More importantly: don’t ever let someone else pass up the opportunity to give you a butt scratch.
• There’s never a good reason not to snuggle (and don’t worry about people complaining that you’re too heavy to sit on them; they appreciate it deep down.)
• Say yes to every adventure, go on every ride, and see all there is to see.

I don’t know what happens after we die, but I like to think she’s found herself a tennis court somewhere full of balls to steal and maybe a big, grassy field to run at breakneck speed again and hunt for bugs. Either way, Maria had such a big, bright spirit that no matter what happens, the universe absolutely got a little kinder and happier now that her spirit is free. Once in a while, you meet a soul who is larger than life, and Maria the pooch most certainly was.
To say that Miloh was affectionate would be an understatement. He would always give his loved ones an endless supply of doggie kisses (even when we asked him not to! Haha). Riding in the driver’s seat was his favorite during car rides, he always needed to be near someone! He loved his older brother (Augy the doggy) and would always be looking out for him. Whenever we had family parties, Miloh would be quick to greet people at the door. And if he noticed someone was ill or had a little too much fun at the party, he would lay next to them to sleep until they woke up feeling fine.
Miloh was a fighter; he had survived cancer once only to have it come back a 2nd time. When he had been diagnosed a 2nd time, he was given four more weeks to live, but he lived for ten more! We are all sad to have Miloh gone, but happy that we had got to spoil him so much longer during his last days. It was a great ten years with my little guy, and I know he’s all smiles in doggy heaven.

To say that Miloh was affectionate would be an understatement. He would always give his loved ones an endless supply of doggie kisses (even when we asked him not to! Haha). Riding in the driver’s seat was his favorite during car rides, he always needed to be near someone! He loved his older brother (Augy the doggy) and would always be looking out for him. Whenever we had family parties, Miloh would be quick to greet people at the door. And if he noticed someone was ill or had a little too much fun at the party, he would lay next to them to sleep until they woke up feeling fine.
Miloh was a fighter; he had survived cancer once only to have it come back a 2nd time. When he had been diagnosed a 2nd time, he was given four more weeks to live, but he lived for ten more! We are all sad to have Miloh gone, but happy that we had got to spoil him so much longer during his last days. It was a great ten years with my little guy, and I know he’s all smiles in doggy heaven.

This is a picture of Zara in Tahoe.

Zara was always full of life. She woke up every day excited. It’s like she knew every day was a gift! Her happiness was contagious. She never met a stranger. Person or pup, they were all her buds!

Toffee was so loved. He was our companion and our protector. As little as he was, he thought he was a big dog. We will miss his unconditional love, his expressive eyes, and his zoomies when we come home. He is truly missed.

Whether attending our book club meetings with her arms daintily crossed (she had to have her own chair), or helping with the baking (if butter was involved), or leaping up on my back to more closely supervise my cooking, or seriously hunting her play ribbon—whatever she did was done with all her concentration and intensity.

We were lucky to have her love.
RIP Smoke 2007-2021

Riley Dean came to us when he was about a month old. He was a special kitten, diagnosed with moderate to severe Cerebellar Hypoplasia, which affected his motor skills and made it difficult for him to walk without falling or eat and drink without bobbing his head. There was some fear that he was a kitten that he might not make it, but he made our home complete for eighteen years and three months. He was a handsome, feisty, affectionate boy, and we are so lucky that he spent his life with us.

We lost the love of our lives, our wonderful 15 1/2 year old yellow lab last Friday. He loved to get the newspaper every morning, and also loved his bone after. LOL. He will be so missed!!!