Compassionate Heart

Born to a stray, abandoned at an animal hospital, Trixie had a hard start to her life. We adopted her at 3 months old on Aug. 20, 1998 (our 10th wedding anniversary) and were very excited for her to meet our then 5 and 2 year olds. Thinking that she would embrace our family as we had embraced her we were very surprised when she spent the first three full days under our curio cabinet. I began to worry that we had adopted a “dud” of a cat until I heard my 5 year old daughter exclaim “the cat is on me”. I found Trixie lying on my daughter’s chest on the sofa and for the next 14 years that is where she preferred to be. (Click on “Trixie” to read more..)

I’ve had the pleasure and honor of sharing my life with several dogs so far, so why is it that losing you hurts so much more than the pain I felt when I lost those who came before you? I’ve thought about that a lot. Certainly part of it is your age – at 4 years old you were in the prime of your life; it shouldn’t have happened. But cancer does not respect life – at any age. (Click on “Payton” to read more..)