Libby

Libby

Libby was so proud to receive her TDI Therapy Dog certification and “dog tags”. Libby was the “Pack Nanny” for 15 Foster Dogs and helped to find their “Forever Homes & Families”. An exceptional dog, my Best Friend, and always in...
Riley

Riley

About 18+ years ago, this house in Janesville was being built. It had white carpet, white furniture, white walls (keep in mind this was popular in the late 90’s) anyway, it was decorated in about 50 shades of white. I was a perfectionist and more fussy than I am...
Blessing and Caring for Your Pet at End of Life

Blessing and Caring for Your Pet at End of Life

Dr. Katie will talk about caring physically and spiritually for your loved companion animals and yourself during a time of grieving. This compassionate and informative presentation is open to all. Event link: 43/90 Northearth book and gift store Friday October 2  6pm....
CJ

CJ

You were my constant companion through middle school,high school, and college. I waited this long to write this because losing you has been the hardest thing to happen to me. How can I thank you for being there through the most tumultuous times? Through the happy...
Grady

Grady

Grads, You were our best friend, buddy, protector and love of our life. You will always be in our hearts and we will all be together again. Until than, happy chippie hunting …just remember God’s house is “catch and release”. From: Virginia...
Zeus

Zeus

Dear Zeus was 18 or 19 years old. He loved being a loner. When his “partner” died, he totally relaxed and was King of the Hill. He had a cat perch which allowed him to view all the birds who attended our bird feeder. He would do his Hannibal Lecter noises...
Booker

Booker

In celebration of Booker, (a.k.a. named after James Booker, an acclaimed piano player from New Orleans); b. 3/2002 – 8/2015.. Booker “lived a rock star life,” spending a portion of the year in New Orleans hanging out with neighborhood...
Living the change

Living the change

Life is all about change. Nothing is permanent, including ourselves and those we love. As I write this I am sitting in a hospital room, with my 80 year old Dad, who is hooked up to fluids and medications that will hopefully, bust the clots in his lungs and keep him...