Memorials

From Kerry, to Buddha:

There is a profound sorrow and emptiness that seeps in when you have said goodbye to your great love. When you have shared so many experiences together, highs and lows, it’s hard to imagine going it alone as you move forward.

To the one who made me feel loved and adored every single day of your life, I am grateful, lucky, forever changed and deeply blessed that you chose me as your person.

Buddha, my handsome man…. You were capable of making me and anyone who met you feel like we were the most important person in your world, whether we were holding a treat or not.

I am shattered by your departure. I know you stayed as long as you could for me but almost twelve years or a hundred will honestly never have been enough. Your heart, love and devotion knew no boundaries. You were pure joy for me on our first day together, our last day together and every single day in between.

I don’t really know how to do life without you and it’s so hard when pieces of you are everywhere I look. “Home” is different now.

The only peace and solace comes from believing you are with Jenna now and knowing neither of you will ever have to walk alone. Show each other your natural graciousness and beautiful ways, leaving trails of stardust everywhere you go.

Forever my main man, Buddha. I love you, I love you, I love you and will miss you forever. Thank you for giving me a life full of love.

I miss you.

Love for an eternity, Mom

Sadie-Lady was as good as good dogs come.  I got her as a foster-fail when I lived in California near the Pacific Coast Highway in 2013. We spent many days exploring all the great smells at Muir Beach. When I moved back to the east coast in 2017, naturally we road-tripped back. From there she spent quite a bit of her summers at my family’s beach house on the Atlantic Ocean, so she got to experience more oceans than most people! The amount of fur she shed on a daily basis means it got everywhere, including my luggage, so I can confirm her fur is present on several continents and New Zealand.

Throughout her life she was always the sweetest, happiest pup there ever was.  She was a wonderful companion who was a bottomless pit for food and belly rubs. As a showing of how much my parents fell in love with her, she was allowed to sit on the living room couch when visiting Nana and Papa; something even as kids my brother’s and I would get yelled at for.  She became my parents’ fifth grandchild and would always come back from their house 5 lbs heavier than when I left her. She will be missed by all that knew her.

Dear Dr. Kennedy,

I wanted to reach out and express my sincere thanks for all that you and

 the staff of the Cat Clinic did over the past year to ensure that Tango was well-taken care of as the time to say goodbye drew closer.

Sherri got Tango as a kitten in the spring of 2005. Later that year, we moved in with one another and it all started out with just the three of us. Tang was a menace early on—he was an acrobat who once tore his armpit open trying to squeeze out a window. The following year, he managed to push out a third story window screen, falling onto the pavement below . Later that night he ran into a sliding glass door at full speed, only to be found a week and dozens of “Lost Cat” posters later, gallivanting around White Horse Beach with a pack of other cats.

However many lives he had, it was a helluva lot more than nine.  As time went by, he calmed somewhat with age but never lost the kitten side of him that always wanted to show you he loved you. While he never grew out of his biggest vice of chewing on electrical cords (Fooey is awesome until you accidently taste it yourself), he never once scratched anyone in anger. He was just a chill, lovable cat. And we already miss him greatly.

After 16 ½ years, saying goodbye is tough to a little guy who stayed with us from the time we started our adult lives together to the point where we’re about halfway through them.  As a veterinarian, I’m sure you are no doubt aware saying goodbye is never easy, but after having you come by the house I can’t imagine doing so in any other way.

Thank you,

Ben Dexter and Sherri Hannan

Proud Parents of Mr. Tango

April 15^th, 2005 – September 2^nd, 2021

AMBER! – Our sweet pea! Our fierce, beautiful, scaredy-cat of a red poodle who would
greet us at the door at the end of each day and run to get a toy – it’s time to play!! All she
wanted was to love us, play as much as possible and be a dog. For a long time she
tormented her older brother Jasper; biting his tail, nipping at his shoulder when they ran,
trying to grab his toys and food. Her world was our home to protect and watch over.
Who knew she was afraid of everything? Jasper was really her quiet protector encouraging her to be daring.

How she loved to run and leap and chase whatever caught her eye! All those years
visiting Grandma on the Cape — going to the beach, running in the sand, and
desperately trying to catch the seagulls! She faced all of life’s challenges – whether it
was her seizures, her pancreatitis, her heart failure, or the inevitable aging — as the
brave trouper that she was. She taught us that life is for living in the moment with whatever toy is handy. She taught us pure and true love.

My Sweet Pea – I hope you are waiting for us in the sunshine with Jasper.

Lynn and Tony Felix
December 2019

Shannon   2/16/2009

This is Shannon, Shannypants, late to our party, Ellie was her tour guide, instructor and her best friend. The beautiful blonde Aussie shepherd herder girl, calm, so very pretty, so very ladylike, kind, so very intelligent and very brave. She forgave those who neglected her. We were her sanctuary, refuge, reward. We were love. Shannon was happy, relaxed and relieved to end up with us. We were smitten. Now she had friends, safety, soft warm dog beds scattered around, good food, water always available, treats just for being cute, walks in the woods, a coat, a deck, a yard, and peace. She would never be left outside or in a basement again. She gained 10 pounds and smiled a lot. She had Ellie to play with. Wrestling started at 6AM before breakfast! Shannon, the talented herder, nonchalantly hip checked, out maneuvered the baffled Ellie. They were priceless together. Shannon, good natured and sweet, busily attended to every detail of our yard and woods with the efficiency of an executive administrator. Daily she trotted off to visit a fascinating and unknown resident. With us, where she belonged, Shannon had all she had hoped for in this life, except time. Our elegant, gentle, stunning, loved Farah Fawcett dog, Shannon, returned Home where we know she’s happily herding everybody and anybody.

Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in. 

Mark Twain

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us. Robert Louis Stevenso

Ellie, Ella Belle, Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine, 8 weeks old, began life with us. All good things followed. For Bear, Ellie was uppity, so he held her head in his mouth, and gave her no space in the car! She mourned when Bear passed. She took in Shannon, Jamie, and Grace. Always the last to go to bed at night, Ellie made sure nobody stayed up late! In the morning, a smiling Ellie had paws on our bed, thumping the mattress. “Hey, wake up!” She swam with enthusiasm and energy, catching major air off the boat ramp and the Gallows Pond glacier boulder. Pretty, sweet, kind, loving, comical, adventurous, intelligent and unstoppable. At Forge’s Field, uninvited, she took the soccer ball from the players and ran it down the full length of the field and scored! The crowd cheered! Ellie was not to be trifled with. Running down the sand slope of Big Point to retrieve a big stick was her favorite thing. Running up was just as good. Keeping said stick from us was better. Our beautiful wild child, and giant ham bone for pictures! She loved and lived completely. We, so profoundly grateful and proud of our wonderful Ellie Girl, sent her Home with love.

“If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where the dogs went.” Will Rogers

From Phyllis Troia and Richard Wickendon, 11/16/19

This is our beautiful Jamie Boy, found in the woods to be with us, who Ellie let stay as long as he followed her rules, who barked at overpasses on road trips, who swam after ducks never catching one, who loved the orange cat on Clark Road, who protected us from burglars that winter night, who danced for dinner and slept with feet in the air, who slipped into the woods when we weren’t looking, who helped Grace heal, who bellowed comments during teleconferences, who hated Benny the Jack Russell, chased squirrels and who wanted me all to himself. For Jamie, always happy, always charming, always determined, always the homebody, nothing was better than being home, having dinner, sleeping in his own bed and being loved forever.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.  Rumi – Poet (1207 – 1273)

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
(A.A. Milne)

You’re the sweetest little snorgi there ever was and ever will be! We love you so much it hurts us physically, mentally, emotionally (and genetically!). Thank you for five wonderful years of snorglin’ on the couch, corgi-flops off the dock, corgi-tumbles in the yard during intense rounds of frisbee, dashing through the snow in the winters, making rap songs about your life from the streets to the sheets, and reminding us to slow down and be present. You have changed us forever and life is not the same without you here. We hope you are chasing all the bicycles and keeping the big pups in line – while wearing your bow tie, of course. We love you forever.

My Guinea Pig Turbo, was literally bonded to my soul. We had a connection, that most people wouldn’t, or couldn’t possibly understand. He was even loved by the staff at multiple vets offices. When other pets had appointments, Turbo came along, in a little sling I wore. He loved to meet people, and everyone loved how sweet he was. He used to sit on my shoulder, like a parrot, and groom me, when I watched tv.
Unfortunately, in his short life, he had a few issues, with his health, and finally developed cancer. Watching him slowly waste away, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
Thankfully Jessamyn was there for me. She was gentle, sweet, and very honest, about the whole process. When she told me his prognosis, I could see the pain in her eyes. When I broke down in tears, she offered me a hug, and I knew she was right there with me. There is no other vet, that I would have wanted there, to help end my baby’s pain. She gave him the respect he deserved, and I’ll ways be thankful for that.
I never felt rushed, or pushed into anything, and prices were very fair.
If your pet, is nearing the end of its journey on earth, please, please, please, get in touch with Dr. Kennedy. You won’t regret it. Give your pet the gift, of a pain free transition, into it’s next life in paradise. After all, your pet gave you years of unconditional love, and caring, and asked for nothing in return.

My precious Jeanie, I’m missing you terribly, over 15 years together now seems like just a moment in time. Your joyful spirit is everywhere around me. You were the happiest dog I’ve ever shared a life with, you always had a smile on your face and you greeted everyone like a friend. There are no goodbyes for you and me, so until we meet again . . . . run free, little girl, run full tilt!

My stripey bookend sisters who died in a fire. They were the smartest cats I’ve ever had; I easily trained them to use the toilet, they could open doors without handles and were working on unlocking locks. Brim was regal and handsome. She was a savior kitty who repeatedly donated her own blood for the benefit of other kitties’ lives. She had the tiniest mew and was affectionate and devoted. Clodagh was always getting into trouble; chewing on wires, escaping the room or helping herself to the food bin and closing it behind her to hide the evidence. She could give a high five and learned other tricks too. She was a puddle of cute. I love these little tigers and cry when I think of how they left too early.

You taught me so much about love, patience, compassion and kindness. What a road we walked together, taking so many months and years to win you over. What a long way we came! When you finally came to trust me, it was utterly and completely. I am forever grateful that the last time I saw you, I held you in my arms and kissed your fuzzy head and told you I loved you. I will never forget you greeting me in the mornings, drooling on my face, and purring your love out to me. I am forever grateful to you for your love. I was utterly heartbroken to lose you in that fire. You were taken from me too soon, and it is a heartache I shall carry with me for the rest of my life. I love you, Pip, completely and truly.

I loved you from the moment I met you, bedraggled and broken in a box, hit by a car and such a mess. You may have lost your leg, but you never lost your spirit. No one ever knew you were missing that leg until you stopped moving, which wasn’t often. My trickster, my naughty boy, my magical wonderful beast of a cat… I will never forget you, Shammy, and the joy you brought to my world while I slogged through veterinary school. Losing you in that fire was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I will never stop loving you, my fine friend, my familiar. For all my days.