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02-2014 - 12-2014

We found this baby kitten and her brothers in a house that was damaged by the Moore tornado. They were starving. My husband trapped a black boy first. Then another boy with tuxedo color next. He brought them home one week apart. Finally he saw a little girl. She was at least 2 months behind in size a tuxedo color. We fell in love with all. We named them Cowboy & Indian & her name was Cherokee.! She was petiet liked to cuddle in my arms. On Nov.29th took her to a spay clinic and she didn’t wake up! I was defeated. I cried for days. Her twin brother who was tuxedo in color hasn’t stopped crying and looking for her! We miss her a lot . May God Bless You Cherokee!



Gracie Lou Freebush-Bittner

unknown - January 3, 2014

Our precious little Gracie passed away yesterday. She was a beautiful little Bichon Frise we adopted from TinyPaws Rescue while living in Houston. She had been living on the streets for a while and eventually ended up in a kill-shelter where TinyPaws rescued her. We were blessed to have been her “forever” family.

Gracie was a happy, fun and very loving little girl. She stole the hearts of many. A real “Daddy’s Girl”. Almost daily Doug would question his worthiness of such love and devotion. She was his constant companion-his little shadow. She assumed every person she met was there to pet her and was always eager to accommodate. She loved people, her older sister, playing with her toys, petting, cuddling, naps and watching Daddy’s every move.

Sweet little Gracie, my heart aches…I miss you so much. Your time with us was much too short.

RIP, little girl. I love you!!!

Kathy Bittner


Daisy Lou

You were the best little girl ever, sweet little Daisy Lou. From the day we got you, you were never a problem. Always minded, ever grateful, sweet as sugar. I hope that you know what a joy you were to so many, and what an impact that you had on our lives. We remember your first night with us when you squeeked toys until daylight, so happy to have found a new home. Go now, Daisy, and play with your brother Buster in the rainbows and the sunshine where you will be healthy and strong, prancing your little prance. But please wait for us at the special place to pick you up – in the big scheme of things it’ll only be the blink of an eye. Love you little Goose Girl. You can rest your bones now. You are at peace.

Steve & Marilyn


Buster Brown

We have a secret, you and I, that no one else shall know –
For who but I can see you lie, each night in the fire’s glow?
And who but I can reach my hand, before we go to bed,
and feel the living warmth of you, and touch your silken head?
And only I walk wooded paths, and see ahead of me
your small sweet form racing in the wind, so young again, and so free.
And only I can see you swim in every brook I pass, and
when I call no one but I can see the bending grass.


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