Our Beloved’s Memorial
This page is dedicated to all the four-legged and winged friends that have crossed over to the spirit world. May we continue to honour them and thank them for how they touched our hearts and blessed our paths.
Please send a photo and write-up, and we will include your dear to the page.
Chloe
October 2002 - October 2012
Chloe was a loving being that came into my life by a magical thread. Everything clicked into place so that she could be with me. She was my first doggo ( outside of the family home). She took the Golden Retriever classes very seriously as her main objectives were unconditional love, play, and devotion.
Her special traits were carrying a stick on a walk and hitting me with it on the trail, swimming and shaking near a dry person, super big jumps off of the dock for a stick, getting a toy to show it off if a guest arrived, and cuddling for a nap.
Her lessons were to “go outside in nature” as it will calm your spirits, to remain loyal to your friends, to show love at all times, and to enjoy the moment.
She also taught me an invaluable lesson on grief after her death. The question of “why’ we die leads me to search within and look for answers. She is the initiator in my quest to immerse myself deeper into the world of life, death, and spirit.
Thank -you for your life, thank you for your death. I look forward to our blessed reunion.
Angela
Kitz
Kitz
(July 1993-February 5, 2014)
The Kitz, Kipsk, Kipper-dee, Dipper-dee, The queen, Kips, El Capitano
Kitz was with me since I was 15 years old. She was a mother of two litters of kittens. She had a sassy attitude and a big heart. She licked the tears off of my face when our family dog died. She stood her ground with dogs and wouldn’t move a muscle as they sniffed her in amazement. She didn’t have time for the lower nature of dogs and found them boring.
Occasionally she would turn to hiss which scared the heck out of any dog. She attacked two of my roommates for bringing in other cats. She was the Queen and wouldn’t allow other lower realm cats into her castle. She was worthy of much respect.
She had low-grade kidney failure since she was 7, but it didn’t affect her life until the very end. She heroically had her teeth cleaned under anesthetic at the age of 19 years and it improved her health greatly. She slowly ate less and less over her last year and received SQ fluid therapy to help her kidneys.
Her slow decline was so gentle and quiet. There was a decision to let her go when she completely stopped eating. Her death was peaceful and she was buried on the acreage under a heart-shaped stone.
Thank you for gracing our lives with your esteemed presence Kitz!!
I love you!
Angela
Rebel
My whole world. My protector. You filled a part of my soul I didn’t know was missing and I never once felt alone since you came into my life. I remember brining you home and you stared at me the whole time, taking me in. I felt you had finally found me. You loved watching me sing and play guitar and I promise I’ll do that for you everyday still. I will love you and miss you for the rest of my life. You were bigger than the whole sky, you were more than just a short time.
Katrina and Ryan
Bells
Bells
August 27th 2012-December 24th 2022
Bells, Belarus, Bellers, Bullers
To the magnanimous being of joy, determination , hilarity, and energy. You will be missed and are missed.
I watch for you in the clouds, on the trail, and in my dreams.
You always reminded me of a horse galloping in the distance, head shy, untamed. You pushed the limits- trying to run up shear mountain rocks, leaping over a river onto an old huge fallen tree, then doing it all over again for the utter joy .You exhausted me, and amazed me. You annoyed me, and made me laugh. My heart always breaking wider in acceptance.
Thank you for your courage when pretending to help Beans with Bears . Thank you for your generosity of spirit when meeting new people and new pooches. Thank you for your adventurous spirit always ahead on new trails and beaches. Thank you for making me laugh as you knew putting your head upside down, open mouthed and gazing at me like a crazy shark bearing your teeth, would make me smile bearing mine. Thank you for your ability to be photographed; gazing at the horizon, or standing with the oneness of nature. Thank you for your soft fuzzy coat that demanded my attention with many pets, grooming, and ear trims. Thank you for your ever so long ears that floated along your head gracefully as you ran. Thank you for the loud Bell clanking that awoke my soul and cleared the energy around you. You are music to my ears and heart.
You were the glue of the animal pack. All the animals in the home were your friends. You were indifferent and couldn’t be bothered by the minor tiffs the other animals had. Meashie put up with you sitting on her and didn’t make a fuss. You allowed Mandu to rub his head all over yours to say you were his property. You said it was Ok if little ones pulled on your ears, and stroked your coat. You gave Beans some confidence and true friendship. You would look at one another with a secret language and take off into the depths of the forest.
The level of determination you demonstrated as you were declining in health was admirable. We continued to enjoy our 1 hour walks through the forest only 4 days before your spirit left your body. You rallied your strength and jumped up from a deep sleep as you didn’t want to miss the adventure. Your purposely slow departure bearing many gifts.
It’s so quiet without you.
“How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again”.
With so much love, gratitude, and admiration,
Your friend, Care-giver, Love Receiver,
Angela
Miss Meashie Mudpie Tumbleweed
March 25th, 2010-January 15th, 2025
Nicknames :
Meashie Meero
JuJu
Meach
Beaches
Meachie
Meash
Meashie came to be my dog when she was 5 years old. She had lived in many places with various people. She came with Eric, my now ex-partner. I always thought it was funny that a man I nicknamed “Sasquatch Jesus” who was a mechanic with thick meaty hands, would have a dog like Meashie. She was a Shih-tzu-Maltese cross after all. I thought his 12 year old daughter Kyrija had named her . No- it was Eric.
She came to my home after she took care of a friend who was dying of cancer. Everyday Meashie would lie with her while Eric was at work . When she moved in with me, she declared me hers. She was my shadow . In typical small dog fashion, she would love me and only me- allowing others only brief snuggles. My sister would endlessly try to win her over saying “look ! I think she is almost relaxing in my arms!”. Also in typical small dog fashion, she was extra cute and children would naturally run towards her with glee. Until she showed them her teeth which we called her moustache. She ran the roost of the home not allowing any dogs near her as she didn’t really like dogs. She was a mini person worthy of miles of space! If she greeted you ( which was rare) she liked you.
But she was also a big dog like the other dogs. She went on big dog 1 hour walks until she got sick this December. I was always so proud of her endurance and ability as she had the shortest little legs. She jumped over logs, she swam in shallow water, and just this November, she had her last Haida Gwaii trip which she loved. We ended up going down the wrong path and got stuck in thick deep mud. It turned pitch-black and Meashie was such a trooper as we waded in and out of the river bed trying to get home. I was always amazed at how she could log hop on the beach with her short little legs.
She was my bed companion every night. She would get all of her remaining energy out by chasing her tail and barking. It was so hilarious and made me laugh. The way animals touch us is like no other can touch. How she decided I was her being was truly an honour. I always said I would never get a little dog. Not because I didn’t like small dogs. I didn’t want a little dog because I knew how much they chose you and felt safe with you. I didn’t want a small dog because someday they would die leaving a hole in your heart that only a small dog would leave. But it’s not a hole the size of their body. It’s the hole of having a baby like being dependant on you and only you. One that chooses you wholeheartedly.
We went for a walk today with me holding her the whole way in a purple fleece blanket. The trees said good-bye with their creeks. A rabbit ran by say good-bye. The wind blew her hair. Her nose sniffed the familiar scents of the trail. We visited my favourite tree and said good-bye. Although she was too winded to walk, she asked to go down to have her final trail poo . Towards the end of the walk, she leaned toward me staring into my eyes, and reached to my face to give me a final kiss on the cheek as if to say thank-you for the walk. She wasn’t the type to kiss my face so I took that kiss in like water in the desert.
She died peacefully in my arms with Eric ( her Dad) present . She will be greatly missed by many. We love you Meashie! See you on the other side!
Queen Beans
March 30th 2012 - June 15th 2025
Nicknames :
Bea- Anne
Beanner-eener
Bean
Auntie Grumpy
Beans was adopted from the SPCA at 6 months full of trauma and fear but she left the world with trust and love.
She was the first and last of the triad of dogs that I adventured with just over a decade . Her heart belonged to me and to Bells . She also loved and trusted my family .
My life changed when I brought her home. She taught me how to accept different ways of being. Because she was fearful of other dogs, she would bark and appear scary . So I didn’t bring her out and about as I used to do with Chloe, my Golden Retriever. We became home bodies together, celebrating the land and solace. I didn’t realize I was an introvert until I stayed at home with her. She taught me about the quiet spaces of my own.
She was always with me -but at a distance. She tended to keep peace on her own. Her quiet loyalty was admirable. She was wise and protective. In the forest she would tree bears and bark until I knew what was happening. But then she was willing to leave the scene quietly allowing the bear its dignity. I always felt safe with her around .
She would chose to sleep outside of my room except for in Haida Gwaii, and in the last 4 months of her life. Thank you for the closeness Beans.
If she wanted attention she would lie next to me and paw at me and grumble until I pet her. Then grumble if it was the wrong way. And sometimes would just leave it didn’t suit her. She loved cuddles with my family in Saskatchewan once she was OK to be on the couch after my mother died.
She had a deep knowing and an admirable strength. It was as if she wasn’t a dog at all, but a wise guru. She smelled sweetly of the forest. I would bury my head into her thick coat and generously inhale.
She was very vocal. When I came home after being away she would bark excitedly. She would bark at other dogs. She would yip with the coyotes, she would growl at Mandu.
She had many battle scars. From rats to moose, and other dogs. She had both of her knees repaired. But the last battle was with an oral fibrosarcoma. I wouldn’t say that it won, but rather the two of them coordinating her ending.
Beans died peacefully alone with me after a weekend of bike-rides, gardening, a visit from Kyrija, and roasted chicken.
Thank you for being my spiritual guide Bea-Anne. I will miss you immensely.