pet memorial


To Richard, the only one on earth who understood me.

Please let me heal your broken heart like you healed mine when you adopted me.

You adopted me when no one else wanted me. They said I was unpredictable and unadoptable because I bit people. I was too much of a liability to be adopted out. 

Yes, I know they said I was mean, vicious and couldn't be trusted but you, Richard, saw it wasn't anger driving me to bite. It was fear.  Read more »


The tone in the house is so different now. It's hard to believe how one 8 pound miniature pinscher could have such an effect on a house but since he passed away in the morning of December 9, it's so much quieter now. Sure, the other four dogs make plenty of noise when they hear something outside but since Max died in my arms, it's not the same around here.

There's no one to charge the baby gate that separates the living room (our one "dog-free" room) from the kitchen when I walk through it. How proud he was when he managed to rush by the closing gate and enter the forbidden room. Read more »

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