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We love you so much, Cici!

"Cici was the best dog anyone could ask for. All she wanted was to snuggle in your lap or chew on a massive bone the size of her own body! She was always following us around the house, not leaving our side. My favorite thing she used to do was try to make a "nest" out of blankets. She would scoop up blankets with her nose to craft the perfect nest! She would also dictate when bedtime was. She would stand by the bottom of the stairs and stare at me until I got the hint. As soon as she would see me get up from the couch, she would run as fast as she could upstairs and into MY side of the bed. I miss how excited she would get when I would come home from work. We were so lucky to have her in our lives. " Megan & Jim

Our Christmas Dream Chevy 

Posted 11/22/2019 at 9:50 a.m.




Our names are Chris & Sherry. We had an almost 16-year old Corgi named Chevy that was our life… in every aspect. He was, in his own right, our little celebrity, because it seemed like everyone knew him. He was our Christmas gift to each other the first year we were in our home, as well as the ring bearer in our wedding. Chevy was the WKYC Dog Gone Weather Dog, was in the local newspaper, and even on the radio. He was a regular at car shows and cruises. He was lucky enough to travel with us everywhere we went… visiting 13 states and Canada. He went to work with us and spent holidays with our families. When he couldn’t walk anymore, he got a wheelchair and then a stroller. He had a wonderful place for hydrotherapy and even his own chiropractor, not to mention one of the best veterinarians/staff on earth. He was a beloved family member in every way he could be. There was never a question of whether or not he could go with us somewhere, we planned around him. There was never a question of whether or not we could afford something for him, he got what he needed (and then some). We had so many adventures… we were like the three musketeers. Chevy brought smiles, joy, & so much love to all he encountered. Despite losing the use of his legs & his bark as he aged, Chevy remained a trooper and never lost his spunkiness. He was the love of our lives & will eternally be remembered for his sparkling personality, quirky way, big brown eyes, and a warm, goofy, never-ending smile. He’s forever in our hearts and we know we’ll all be together again someday. Until then, he’ll be watching over us, running free, barking loudly, and knowing – wherever we go, he goes!! 

Sam, my one in a million sweet boy!

Posted October 31, 2019 at 9:49 a.m.



In the Fall of 2006 at a mall, my local animal shelter was trying to adopt seven puppies whose mother was rescued from a drug bust. Not wanting a dog because of my work schedule, I stood off to the side as my wife played with the puppies. One puppy was sitting on the side staring at me. He walked up to me and his eyes were like a magnet. He proceeded to lay on my foot- and the rest is history. I adopted him. It was the single best thing I ever did. We named him, Sam.

Sam was a once-in-a-lifetime dog, with a unique blend of qualities. He was a playmate, both physically and mentally. He was our therapy dog. He had incredible, almost human intelligence. He befriended every person and animal he met, especially cats. I went from not wanting a dog to worshipping the ground my dog walked on.

On December 12, 2017, my beautiful boy died. His death was sudden and it was the worst day of my life. For the next year and a half, I suffered from grief and unimaginable agony. I had this gift from God for eleven years and I wondered if it would take another eleven years for this pain to heal. I knew Sam loved me and would not want me to suffer so I decided to do something with that love. Therefore. I’m creating the SAM for Pets nonprofit.

Once this nonprofit is officially created, we hope to financially assist pet parents who are in danger of losing their “Sam” due to illness or necessary medical treatments that they are not able to afford. Every animal helped or saved would have been a friend to Sam. This nonprofit will honor Sam’s life for the rest of ours and hopefully beyond. Ken

In Memory of Master Pecorus "Peco" Romine

January 3, 2017



My heart is broken. Today I sent the other half of my soul to heaven after 17.5 years together. There are no words great enough to express my love for you, the depth of my pain, and how much I will miss you. Thank you for every day we had together.

Thank you for waiting for me to get off the school bus every day, for sitting on the back porch swing reading in the mornings, for perfuming yourself on dryer exhaust, for waking me up at midnight when you felt sick and needed my help, for getting up at midnight to lay at my side when I was sick with food poisoning because I needed you. Thank you for teasing Roxie so we always got in trouble with mom, and for showing Mocha and Karmie that you could still romp with the young pups, for yodeling when you were excited for walks and for the way your eyes lit up every time you saw me.

I love you. I love the stories I will tell about you for the rest of my life. Thank you for loving me above all others, Peco. I will never forget you. Someday, when I'm ready, I hope to honor your memory by showing this love to another pup who needs a home. Whitney


Skyla: Luv-a-Bull Pretty Pittie Princess

Posted on January 20, 2019, at 5:32 p.m.

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My husband and I raised Skyla since she was 8 weeks old. She was a pit bull (the runt of a litter of 8 and only white pit bull) and she had the ideal situation for her breed growing up. Her dog mom and brother lived diagonally from us in her early years and our first niece was born 2 months after Skyla was born. Skyla was socialized very early to be around animals and people of all ages (babies/puppies thru senior adults/dogs). We raised and showed Skyla nothing but unconditional love and that is what she gave to everyone she encountered. We couldn't be any prouder of her, as she was a true ambassador to her breed, and defied the stigma of all pit bulls being aggressive and dangerous. Skyla loved to dress up and would only kill you with sweet puppy kisses. 

The only challenge we faced with her (outside of skin allergies) was the prejudice of other people because of her breed... many in our own neighborhood until frequent walk encounters changed many of their perspectives. We never had a single incident reported in over 11 years of her life. We had to put her down (9/21/18) due to cancer and that was one of the hardest things we ever had to do. She gave us nothing but immeasurable joy and we love and miss her every single day, but we have SO MANY treasured memories and take comfort in knowing her spirit is still with us. She will always remain in our hearts as "

~Brenna" Ma ma's Big Baby & Daddy's Girl XO."

My Sweet Senior Mifflin

Posted July 5, 2018, at 1:30 p.m.

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This is a story about my sweet senior poodle named Mifflin. Mifflin spent most of her life in a puppy mill where she was bred over and over again by selfish humans to make money for them. Her puppies were taken away from her and she was left with inadequate food in crowded cages where she was forced to lay in her own waste. On the night of November 10, 2014, Mifflin and six other mothers like her were sold to a man in a van at the side of a road and the man, a shelter volunteer, took them to a rescue. The rescue named all seven dogs after Ohio cities and that's how Mifflin received her name.  I met Mifflin one March day in 2015 when I was washing laundry at the shelter. She was shaking and held her head low. I asked the staff if I could spend time with her and we went to a private room at the rescue. I sat on the floor with her and kept a distance where she wouldn't feel intimidated.

A few visits later, I adopted Mifflin, bringing her to her forever home where she would be loved for the first time. She needed prescription food due to the years of abuse of her system. We taught her how to walk with a steady stride and she accompanied me to work. She learned to trust people and she was my best friend. We rode in the car together, we lay on the couch together, and she kept all my secrets. When we brought Lucy the sheltie home after a family member passed, Lucy helped Mifflin gain even more confidence. 
Mifflin was diagnosed with stage IV cancer this spring and she took her last breath in my arms on 

June 4. Please consider adopting a senior puppy mill mother. It will be hard but they are counting on us. My girls have been such a treasure and I miss Mifflin so much. Spread the word, take action, and let's shut these people down! Becki



Peach

Posted on March 10, 2017, at 12:30 a.m.

Peach

Peach was still a little kitten when I started taking her back and forth to college with me, a two-plus hour one-way trip. Neither of us liked the drive, but she was a great little traveler, and when we got to my apartment, she owned the place. I tried to make it nice for her when I was at class during the day, but it was clear she missed me every day when I came home. She was so excited that she'd call me as soon as she recognized me walking down the hall. I still have no idea how she could tell it was me, but she often knew even when I was at the very end of the hall. She'd bunt the door as I unlocked it and would come rushing out into the hall to greet me. Her funny short, thick tail would be bent forward over her back and flickering, as it always would when she was especially happy. Peach would flop on her side and expect immediate petting. I tried to never disappoint her. She was always the brightest part of my day.

Just the two of us living in that apartment for a time, we grew very close. We ate together, slept together, played, and relaxed. And when I was stressed, anxious, depressed, unable to sleep, or unwell, Peach was there with me. We grew up together, and she grew old with me. We were together as often as we could be and were both happiest that way. She was my baby, my best friend, and the best medicine. I will always. love her. Marnie, GAPs client


My little gazelle-Puss Puss

Posted on November 22, 2016, at 4:05 p.m.


Puss Puss was always chasing me around the house since he was a little kitten.

I will miss and love you forever. Love- Jenni


Kirby- we will always love you!

Posted on November 22, 2016, at 12:00 a.m.

Kirby- we will always love you! 

Nearly fourteen years ago the Summit County Humane Society had an approximately two years old cute and very thin Shepherd-Akita mixed dog with snow on his nose that caught Therese's attention.  Therese and Kirby knew what they were doing because we brought him home and he turned out to be the most wonderful dog a family could have. He was fantastic with kids and adults alike. He was fluffy and always open to being hugged and petted, even putting his paw over your arm so you wouldn't stop. He was extremely active loving to walk, and when we'd let him, run off the leash at schools and parks, chasing squirrels, deer, etc. He was quite athletic for a 90-pound dog, even jumping out the car window once when he saw a groundhog while we were stopped at a traffic light. So it was difficult to see him slow down the last few years, his walks getting shorter and shorter as his hips/back and stomach issues became worse. What he never stopped doing was loving us. We did one of the most difficult things there is to do today, having the vet come to our home to put him down. We knew we needed to do it to relieve him from further pain and discomfort, especially with winter ice, etc. forthcoming. As only dog people know, the loss is enormous, crying as I write this. We miss him so much already! At the same time, we take solace in knowing that he is no longer in pain and hoping that he is now running in doggy heaven. As my mom said, he's gone but not forgotten. Kirby - we will always love you. We pray that you rest in peace. Love always, David and Therese


The Bubbles

Posted on October 26, 2015, at 12:25 a.m..

Kirby- we will always love you! 

I have always considered myself to be a strong man. Mentally strong, I mean, able to do what has to be done no matter how difficult. I could, but won’t, cite dozens of examples of times that I endured grievous pain, both physical and mental, and handled it stoically. However, it serves no purpose to dwell on what has been when you are faced with one of the most painful situations you will ever endure. All that matters now is what you do tomorrow. I hate to be melodramatic but am unable to do what I have to do without talking it out with myself. Writing has always been a relieving outlet for me so I must write this tonight to enable myself to get through the next few days.

It is no surprise that we are now facing the final days for our beloved little Bubbles. We knew two years ago that her days were numbered. That she has survived, and well I might add, is a testament to her strength and the size of her heart. Bubbles has more than eclipsed all predictions of longevity and for the most part, has had a happy existence. Unfortunately, the past three weeks have been a downward spiral for her and thus for Sue and me. Long stays at the veterinarian’s hospital have been punctuated by far too short stints at home.

My inner conflict stems from knowing that my dog is slowly dying and not having the strength to put her out of the misery she is obviously in. I am so conflicted because I know euthanasia will give her peace but selfishly I know how much I am going to miss my little pal. We have been putting it off for a while but it has become obvious that the time has come to do what is best for our Bubbles.

You either get it or you don’t. There was a time in my life I would not have gotten it. It’s just a dog……That’s life………… Time heals everything………the clichés don’t do justice to how you feel inside when your faithful pet has to go. Well, I get it now, dammit and it hurts!

Life is going to be different now. I will so miss the trips to the garage to get the dry food from the barrel. Bubbles always went along to watch. She would even go along when I took out the trash just in case I opened the food bucket. Now, sadly, I’ll have to make those trips alone.

Walks will continue with Lily but the excitement won’t be the same. I’ll miss the little “Yips” and how she would twirl in circles when Bubbles heard the word ‘walk’ and saw me put on my “walkin’ hat”. 

This tiny creature who was so wary of me for two full years that she would not let me touch her has become my finest companion. She decided somewhere along the way that I must be OK and a bond was formed that I cannot explain or dismiss lightly. Bubbles put her trust in me, knowing instinctively that I would never let her come to harm and would do everything in my power to protect her and give her a good life. I cannot betray that trust by now allowing her to live out her life in discomfort, unable to breathe and eat. I have to humanely end her young life and it is killing me to do it.

I know in my mind it is for the best to let her go in peace and end the suffering but my heart is broken and I don’t know how to deal with it. I have had pets who died and I was sad but it was never like this.

I know we will get another dog as Lily will be sad without her “sister”. Lily is sensitive and will need a companion at home while we are not there. I also know the next pet will grow on me and will capture my heart, as I am truly enlightened now as to the value of a loving pet. I can only hope the joy of a new dog will help lessen the pain in my heart that I now feel. But nothing will ever take the place of my beloved Bubbles, my Little Buddy. She is my heart. Rest in Peace our Sweet Little Girl. I loved you so.

Dad (alias Jim Starcher)

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