Magnum was the most amazing, smart and special dog. He was always full of attitude and up for an adventure. Some of his favorite things were ice fishing, camping, swimming at the lake, opening his Christmas presents and chasing his ball. He covered many miles with his Daddy in the back seat of his truck and was always there for him through the good times and bad. Daddy misses you so much boy and will always Love you.
Mittens was rescued by my family when he was 2 years old. We called him Garfield, because of his lazy attitude and the fact that he ate everything in sight. He was always calm, cool and meowing for food. He brought such laughter and joy. Shortly after adopting Mittens, his sister showed up in the exact same window – Sassy. They were from the same litter but both had to be rescued from their homes. So we brought her home too. Mittens and Sassy were truly brother and sister, because they fought like it. They would wrestle and chase each other all night, and then nap together during the day. However one night went too far when a wrestling match pushed Mittens off the banister, paralyzing his one back leg. He never walked the same again. But that didn’t stop him! He still motored through life with a King like attitude. I always knew Mittens was meant to live with me, so when I moved out him and Sassy came with me. I called him my little lion, not only because of his looks, but also because of what he taught me. Strength, serenity, and a little fight when you need it – Mittens got me through some of the toughest times. He would lay on my stomach and wrap his paw around my finger, ask to be picked up, or to be tucked in at night. He drank water from the bathtub, and had a buffet of food dishes (his request). His purr would calm me in whatever state I was in, and his eyes would guide me back from anxiety or fear. He was one of a kind, and we will all miss him so very much.
My Max crossed the Rainbow Bridge Friday, August 31, 2018. He would have been 17 on November 21, 2018. It has been 2 and a half months & I miss him every day. My life will not be the same without him. Until me meet again Max, I love you
Mojo and I chose each other at the Regina Humane Society in the spring of 2006. I’m sure he was as excited to meet anyone who would stop in front of his kennel, but I was the princess who fit the magic slipper. My husband would later become his favourite pillow. There was no keeping him out of the water, his appetite was always ferocious, and he always wanted to be where his people were. The night before he died he chased his tail for the first time in awhile, and our family went for a lovely walk together in the park. Only a day later he died with his family by his side at an estimated 13-14 years old. We are so grateful for the 12 years of love, affection and adventures that we had with him.