In Memory of George

Dear Lisa

I just found your website this afternoon and would love if you would share George’s story on your blog:

I just lost my furry baby, Georgie, to liver disease last month. In just one week he transformed from my happy, soccer playing dog into a dog that was in so much pain and so lethargic that he could barely walk and play. He did everything he could for me to try to make me happy, up until the very end when we played tug of war and hide and go seek for the very last time right before he was euthanized.

I got Georgie when he was just a tiny puppy at three months. We had an instant connection and did everything together. He was my best friend, my sidekick. But then when he was just two and a half, he started to get sick. We went to the vet about every month or so for about a year because something was always wrong and they never knew why. Then he was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and we put him on the proper medication and he started to lose weight and he became more active and just like a puppy again.

Then he started to lose too much weight… he went from 120 to 90 pounds in about two months and then in September, he just stopped eating and started to show all of the symptoms of liver failure. He died in my arms on September 16th, four months shy of four years old.

Although we were only together for three and a half years, Georgie, my baby, changed my life forever- he taught me what love truly means. I think about him everyday: I think about his adorable antics, how he loved playing soccer, sitting on my lap, getting dressed up, how he used to be scared of his reflection in his water dish, how he carried his leash and the pizza boxes, and how much we loved each other. I tell myself that George lived his short life with the sole purpose of making me happy and therefore I should try to be happy even though he is gone, at least that is what I think he would have wanted. Thank you so much.


George’s mom, Maeve

October 18, 2010 by Lisa  
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In Memory of Sophie

Sophie and her sister, Chloe came in to our lives four months after I had suffered a heart attack at age 41. Our family needed the laughter and happiness they provided. Although Sophie was with us only a short period of time, six years, she accomplished much. We will miss her more than words can say. We promise her that we will take good care of her sister.

Thanks so much!!!


….Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you…
I loved you so –
‘twas Heaven here with you.

Isla Paschal Richardson

October 12, 2010 by Lisa  
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