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Jonas
Jonas, my 12 year old American Pit Bull Terrier. We had Jonas since he was a puppy of 8 weeks old. He was a wonderful family house dog who was always ready to play inside and especially outside where he could run and chase. Even in his time of illness he still was strong and wanted to play. Was ready and anxious to go for his 2 daily walks about town or go for a ride in the pickup truck.
He was loved by us all and greatly missed.
"He was the Greatest."
Jonas wants all dog owners to be aware of the danger of cancer in dogs. Cancer is the #1 cause of canine deaths with 1.2 million new case reported in the U.S. every year.
Jonas was loved by all.
Tom A. Phillips
Nala





November 2002 - November 4th, 2008
We found Nala curled up in a chair outside today. She passed away sometime between 8:00 a.m. and 6:30 p.m. We were not able to find any signs that indicated the cause of her death, so we hope that it was peaceful. It must have been a beautiful day here at the Labrador Retreat and we buried her in a place where she may have spent much of the day in the sunshine, keeping an eye on things. She was a magnificent dog who we love very much and will miss terribly. I've attached a couple of pictures which remind me of her unique personality, sincerity, and charm.
If you ever have the opportunity, please honor our beloved Nala's memory by giving a homeless dog a chance. We're so glad that we did.
Annie and Lee
Pepper

When I adopted Pepper from HSMC, I was told that she had been abused by this old farmer. I didn't know the extent of the abuse, only that I had to help this dog with the big sad brown eyes and coat of silk. Sierra was only two at the time, so I was a little concerned about Peppers behavior around a loud child. The two of them bonded very quickly and became inseparable. Sierra would ride Pepper like a horse. Pepper would lay down on the floor and let Sierra sit on her and then she would stand up then they would walk all over the place.
I will never forget Sierra's 1st day of school. Pepper cried all day. She soon learned the schedule of the bus and would sit waiting patiently, staring intently out the window to see her little girl come out the door of that big yellow thing. Pepper slept in bed with Sierra every night doing her job. Protecting her human. When arthritis took over, she would sleep at her doorway.
Pepper never came to like men, which in a way was good. She wasn't a prejudiced dog. Race nor ethnicity meant a thing to her. If you were a man, you were not coming in her house period. Because of the abuse, Pepper was not a trusting dog. She wasn't a dog that you could take anywhere other than walks in the neighborhood and hope and pray she didn't see another dog, or God help you a cat.
Despite all her faults which I know came from the abuse, she was a loving, gentle, devoted dog. She gave us 12 years filled with happiness and comfort. I could ask for no more. I slept peacefully at night knowing that no one or nothing was going to get close to her house without her letting me know. I miss that security tremendously.
I know that she was as happy and content with us as we were with her.
But now Pepper sits on a shelf in my bedroom watching over me, and I know that she out of pain and is healthy again. I know that once she crossed that Rainbow Bridge on Feb. 8th, 2008, she learned to like other dogs and is probably sleeping with a cat right now.
Donna Smith
I will never forget Sierra's 1st day of school. Pepper cried all day. She soon learned the schedule of the bus and would sit waiting patiently, staring intently out the window to see her little girl come out the door of that big yellow thing. Pepper slept in bed with Sierra every night doing her job. Protecting her human. When arthritis took over, she would sleep at her doorway.
Pepper never came to like men, which in a way was good. She wasn't a prejudiced dog. Race nor ethnicity meant a thing to her. If you were a man, you were not coming in her house period. Because of the abuse, Pepper was not a trusting dog. She wasn't a dog that you could take anywhere other than walks in the neighborhood and hope and pray she didn't see another dog, or God help you a cat.
Despite all her faults which I know came from the abuse, she was a loving, gentle, devoted dog. She gave us 12 years filled with happiness and comfort. I could ask for no more. I slept peacefully at night knowing that no one or nothing was going to get close to her house without her letting me know. I miss that security tremendously.
I know that she was as happy and content with us as we were with her.
But now Pepper sits on a shelf in my bedroom watching over me, and I know that she out of pain and is healthy again. I know that once she crossed that Rainbow Bridge on Feb. 8th, 2008, she learned to like other dogs and is probably sleeping with a cat right now.
Donna Smith
Harlem aka Little Buddy

Harlem adopted May 20th, 2001 at the age of 2 years. He was our Little Buddy who loved everybody, loved to travel and see it all. He saw the end on this life and started his next journey on July 27th, 2007 where he will be waiting for us. Harlem will be sadly missed by all who knew him.
Betty & George Peyton with Hrothgar (the Big Guy), Alarm (Doodle Bug) & Differ (the Baby Girl).


