The Obituaries

No one will ever know how much they mean to us. These passages describe their life, their love and our devotion.
PEPPER ROONEYPEPPER ROONEY
(2006 – 2006)

The origin of the Gordon Setter is Scotland circa the 1600s, and was later made popular by Duke Alexander IV of Gordon, in the last half of the 18th century. Dog fanciers will tell you that the breed is distinguished both for its loyalty and obedience as well as its beauty. Further, they are known to be intelligent and willing, courageous, cheerful and affectionate. Pepper, who might have become the casualty of a thorny puppy-hood, was nevertheless a devoted, polite, gentle and sensible dog. She had a generous heart and a good-natured temperament – loving and friendly to children, other dogs, even an occasional cat.When Noreen Rooney rescued the Gordon Setter who came to mean so much to her, she could not have imagined how deep and strong their bond would grow. Noreen gave Pepper the courage to be free of her fears and Pepper devotedly returned the consistent and generous love.

PRINCESSA VILAPRINCESSA VILA
(2006 – 2006)

The Spanish Cocker Spaniel is the oldest historical Cocker. Rescued from a shelter at just three years old, she was clearly royal and thereby dubbed Princessa. Loving, sweet and playful, she was loved by the neighborhood children. Each day she played with her sister, a Toy Poodle mix, Lyka. After, she would snuggle into the couch and muse over the day’s events while biting on a favorite red chew toy. Then came the tragic diagnosis of breast cancer. “Her last 2 weeks,” says Miryam, “she was brave – never showing her pain. We were out for a walk when I realized she was having problems walking and breathing. I carried her home. While we were driving to the vet she began to breathe heavily and suddenly stopped. I felt empty, but at the same time, I was at peace that I was with her in the last moments of her life. Someone told me once that after death, there is life in heaven. Now I pray and hope that’s true. So we can one day meet again.”

BENJY RYAN

BENJY RYAN
(2002 – 2005)

Irene Ryan remembers their beloved Benjy with laughter and tears:
Benjy, our beloved Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier came into our lives one magical Christmas. He was with us just three years, yet each day was filled with wonders. His unconditional love completed our lives and we knew true happiness. He was funny and smart; his antics eliciting from us sheer laughter and beaming smiles.
Growing up I never knew what it was like to have a pet but it was worth the wait. Benjy showed me how to shine from within. He was my constant companion and at the construction warehouse where I worked, he enthusiastically became one of the crew. Every workday morning he would gallop over to the front door, stand upright and wait for our ride, performing a little canine version of Riverdance when the horn sounded outside. Being a full-blooded Terrier, he loved to run, loved to play, loved to chase. Sadly, it was his joyful nature that became the awful tragedy, which would soon cut short his life. At work in the warehouse, my co-workers and I were sitting around a table discussing the day’s agenda, with Benjy nestled blissfully at my feet. Suddenly a squirrel appeared from out of nowhere, hopping around the floor – then it headed for the door. All I remember is leaping out of my seat as I saw Benjy sprint out of the warehouse gate in pursuit – and then almost instantly I heard a loud bang and screeching of brakes. Benjy’s shrieks and crying will forever echo in my mind. Frozen in shock, I felt helpless. I will be forever indebted to my friends who surrounded him with their love and were with him until the very end. As I write this, tears trickle down my face. Benjy was our baby and it still hurts when I look back. My husband, Brian came to my aid and although he too was heartbroken, he was my strength and comforted me through the ordeal. The flowers I sowed on Benjy’s grave have just started to blossom. It is a comfort that allows me to smile again from within. In my heart I know that perhaps one day we will meet again. Who knows?