In loving memory of Maisy Lessard, lover of adventure,
fine little traveller, and playmate extraordinaire. She
will be missed by her family and all those whose lives she
enriched in her Seattle neighborhood as well as here in eastern
Washington. Godspeed, little beauty. You will be in our hearts forever.
Sanctuary mascot and sweetest cat in the world...
Sadly Sparky crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday.
We knew he was old and he has had continuing
health problems, but he had been happy with
us. Recently though, Sparky's health began
to decline so we brought him to Colville
Animal Hospital. His Dr. told us that as
frail as he was, there was really nothing
that could be done to help him... Our Sparky
was simply an old kitty and it was his time.
It was felt that the kindest and most loving course to
take was to gently put him to sleep.
~The CVAS Volunteers and Family
Ozzy was diagnosed with cancer July 2, 2012. He had surgery to remove 3 tumors and then had chemo treatments until November. He was at that point cancer-free, and then it returned right before Christmas. We were able to keep him alive until March by feeding him home-cooked meals every night, and lots of supplements and love.
Angel of Grief
~In memory of Kat~
In loving memory of our rescue
malamute Cody with whom we shared 15 plus
years of companionship. He always had a
smile and loved to play. Everyone who saw
him smiled too! We miss him everyday.
~Glenn & Ilona Elliott
She came to us on a very cold, rainy night
in December about 8 years ago. She was
only about 9 months old then. She was
soaking wet and just adorable. Even
though we already had 2 cats and a dog, it
was love at first sight so she became part
of our family and very soon "queen" of the
household. She was smart, pretty &
comical and a heroin, twice saving my
husband's life. Bidde always slept
with him at night, and he being a severe
diabetic, was awakened from sleep on two
separate occasions when Bidde walked on his
face, meowing until he woke up. He
knew something was wrong and realized his
blood sugar was dangerously low and needed
immediate attention. We were often the
recipients of her many "gifts" from her
hunting trips. She was a loving
companion, leaving us broken-hearted when
she passed away from cancer at age 8 years
old in February 2012. She remains
always our "Special Angel"
Arrived 11/2004 – Departed, Oct 13th, 2011
BobCat, aka: Bob-the-Cat, aka: our cat Bob,
died suddenly this past Monday morning,
surrounded by family. Bob was born Sept. 20,
2004, with Cerrebella Hypoplasia, so he
didn’t have the balance necessary to walk on
his own. At 6 weeks old he came to live with
us, thanks to Candi who brought him home
from the vet for ‘observation’ ...8 years
later we were still observing.
My dearest Roxie girl- I can never thank you enough for all the times you got up with me during the night when I was sick or couldn't sleep. You were always at my side or right outside the door. You were the best dog & friend I could ever wish for & can never be replaced. Your heart was so big & full of love it couldn't continue on. You are missed immensely.
Mr. Wheaties (tabby) and Alley Baby
(gray) you gave me unconditional love
and support over many years. Both of you
passed on, over the past 18 months. I love
and miss you.
In the spring of 2004, my dad walked across the road to look at birds
and came back with two little black kittens. It was evening and starting to get dark. My mom and
brother went and got the other two and they were the highlight of my brother's graduation. There were
three black ones and a tortoiseshell. We kept a black one and named him Sirius after the dog in Harry
Potter. We had him for 5 years and he was my 4-H cat. He was an indoor only cat because he was death on
birds. We came home from a college football game one weekend and found him dead. We are not really
sure what happened, but he was acting a little sick before we left. My mom was mad at herself for
not taking him to the vet, but maybe there wasn't anything anybody could do. I miss him and his goofy
We got Martha as a kitten from a friend. She was so timid and afraid of new people
and sudden movements. During the 16 years we had her she turned out to be such
a loving kitty and she became my 4-H cat. She turned out to be a great
mouser even though she was an indoor kitty, although she occasionally make
outings onto the back porch. When Martha got older, she quit eating and had
kidney problems. We ended up having to give her liquids and force her to
eat. Finally, we knew it was time. We miss her and her sweet and
Bella came to us from a home that was not
suited for her; covered with lice, which
made her look like she had been in dog
fights, which she had not. Our vet
diagnosed her with Lupus, she was a sick
little dog who needed a loving home. Our
plan was to get her stable and then find
her a wonderful forever home. As it turned
out, we were the forever home. We fell in
love with her sweet personality and loving
Carolan recently had to let her beloved companion Ritzi of 17 years, cross over the Rainbow Bridge. There is such heart break when we lose an old friend but for all of us who believe in the Rainbow Bridge, we know that we will meet our beloved pets again one day. Rest peacefully Ritzi.
This is in memoriam to "Smokey"..... He was our faithful and loving companion who never ceased to amaze us. He will always remain in our hearts where he is much loved and so very much missed.
After being thrown from a moving vehicle in October of 2002 "Boo" came into our lives and became a valued and loved member of our family. For seven years "Boo" played, explored and lived a happy life. Unfortunately, our lives were forever changed on the morning of July 24, 2009 when some one trapped and killed our precious "Boo".
It is amazing how the senseless action of one individual has so negatively impacted our lives. This intentional act of cruelty not only broke our hearts, but also opened our eyes to the animal cruelty that exists. Mahatma Gandhi stated "The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated"...
We know "Boo" is in heaven and he is free
to run and play. We miss him dearly.
He was a very special boy.
Blind since birth, Sophie was living on the streets of Tacoma when a local rescue group received the call: "Come and pick her up or we’re going to use her to train our hunting dog." Amazingly, this spunky little cat with an unfailingly upbeat attitude was managing to get by on her own in one of the roughest areas of town.
At the time I picked her up, she was infested with fleas, bare in spots, and her eyes were infected and weeping. Although I had intended to transport her directly to a humane society, I hit a brick wall when I was told that due to her disability she was “unadoptable” and would, most certainly, be euthanized. I took her home, washed her up, and put a cute collar on her, thinking that I would give her a few days to adjust before trying again. And you know the rest of the story.
Sophie lived with me, and was the light of my life, for 12 years. Never once during that time did she ever let her disability get her down. When she would bump into the wall or a piece of furniture (which happened quite a bit), she would just correct her course and keep on going. After the first few months, she knew the house so well that she could navigate it flawlessly, jumping up and down from the windowsill or the bed without so much as a hesitation. I once found her at the very top of a six-foot stepladder that I had been using to get into the attic. She was sitting proudly at the very top.
Sophie loved the outdoors, which was something that she didn't get to experience nearly enough after she came into my life. She would explore the deck and garden with gusto, stepping carefully so as to not lose her footing. Her fur would glisten in the sun, and she would poke her little nose way up in the air, as if to feel the breeze on her face and to take in all the smells she possibly could.
Sophie was an incredible little soul. She had a passion for life and a resilience that just wouldn't quit. I believe that she survived on her own for the first two years of her life because she believed she had a right to live and because it never occurred to her to cower in a corner or to just give up. Sophie was loving and absolutely trusting. She was the most sensitive being that I have ever known. Her intuition was remarkable, and at times I swore she was able to read my mind.
In later life, as her health began to fail, Sophie lost her ability to hear as well. She became more dependent on me, and I became even more protective of her. Our relationship came to be based entirely upon touch and intuition. For the last four months of her life, I knew we were on borrowed time, and we became even closer. I’m so grateful for that time and the things she taught me in the quiet moments I spent with her near the end.
Rest softly, Sophie.
Buster was our sweet little boy. He was
only four years old when he was taken from
us very suddenly. He was a loving spirit
who enjoyed smothering people in kisses,
being chased, hamburgers and ice cream,
playing hide-and-go-seek with his daddy,
and cuddling. He was a friend to everyone
he met. Buster is survived by his
heart-broken parents, Ryan and Annie, his
adopted sister, Bambi, and his six
kitties, Pootie, Sunshine, Kramer,
Doorman, Tank, and Baby, whom he loved to
play with. His big brother and mentor,
Romeo, preceded him and is, I am sure,
showing him the ropes in heaven.