The loss of a beloved pet that has been a member of the family for many years can be devastating for many people. We understand how a pet’s affection for you becomes a part of your daily life and how much that can mean. We would be pleased to assist you with their final disposition.
If you reside in the Franklin, Indiana vicinity or neighboring area, please call us for help with your pet’s final need at (317) 738-0202.
Tigger
Beloved buddy of David Maloney and Shelby (other cat). I first saw Tigger as a kitten in a laundry room sleeping, curled up in a basket on some warm towels. It was love at first sight and I bought him on the spot. On the ride home he fell asleep on my lap; from then on we were best buddies.
Favorite things to do: take walks on a leash in the yard and then would walk throughout the neighborhood. He was known throughout the neighborhood as the kitty that would take walks on a leash.
He loved to sit on his red blanket on the back and front window ledge and look outside. He was always there in the front window to greet me when I got home.
His favorite food was chicken. He loved to take car rides in his carrier, and has been to Florida to Grandpa’s house 3 times.
Born: January 20, 1996 Died: March 13, 2011
Cherokee Rose
We had the honor to have Cherokee Rose with us for 12 awesome years. She had a litter of 9 pups, of which 6 survived. She was, however, mamadog to the rest of the babies we acquired along the way. She tried to save our daddy when our house caught fire, trying to jump through a window to get to him and from that day forward those two were inseparable. She will be missed very much every day and I don’t think we will ever be the same without her. I am just glad she went to doggie heaven and is with all of her friends and family! RIP Cherokee Rose!
Aero Martin Stegerman
Our Beloved domestic, long hair, black catspent 17 wonderful years with us. She arrived outside our door in 1995 and was approximately 1 year old. She was never very kind to strangers or even friends because her instinct was to protect her family. There were few she allowed to pet her or even look at her because her protective intuition was stronger than her need to be accepted. Her family was who she shared her loving and unique manners. However, she was mommy’s cat who always loved her unconditionally and was given the same in return.
Our hearts and our homes are very lonely without you, but you will always be the best pet anyone could have been blessed to own or be owned by. Your little sister and I will never forget you. You were my first baby and you will always be my baby! The feline baby that I will cherish for the rest of my life or until we meet again! Although you weren’t never very fond of your feline sisters, they love and miss you too! Thank you for choosing us as your family and for sharing so many wonderful years with all of us! We all love you so very, very much and miss you more than our words can ever convey! May you rest in eternal peace.
Sophie
Epitath To A Dog
Near this spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human Ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of SOPHIE, a Dog, who was born in Indiana, December 1996 and died January, 2012.
When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown by Glory, but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns who rests below.
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen,
Not what she was, but what she should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest Friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still her Master’s own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all her worth,
Denied in heaven the Soul she held on Earth -
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
*This is an excerpt from a poem by the English poet Lord Byron. It was written in 1808 to honor his Newfoundland dog, Boatswain. The opening lines were found to have been written by his friend, John Hobhouse. The name and dates have been changed to honor our dog, Sophie. Nothing that could have been written would have better described the dignity that she possessed.