tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91770439379847051552011-04-21T21:22:56.129-07:00My personal tribute page to my pets who have passed onLisa Haddocknoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177043937984705155.post-26394501960065151522007-06-13T09:47:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:13:41.745-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/RnB_uX-jwqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LqZgr-laniY/s1600-h/100_0415.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/RnB_uX-jwqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LqZgr-laniY/s400/100_0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075697214733664930" border="0" /></a><br />Dear Harv:<br /><br />You've been gone one month. And I found this quote to express how I feel.<br /><br /><em><blockquote>When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that, in truth, you are weeping for that which has been your delight. </blockquote></em><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>--Khalil Gibran</strong><br /></div><br />So I must be grateful for every tear I have shed over you, because for every tear, you have given me many moments of joy. I hope your soul lives on, my beloved friend. You have given me more than I could have ever hoped for.<br /><br />You were never my pet. You were and are my friend.<br /><br />Lisa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177043937984705155-2639450196006515152?l=lisaspetmemorial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lisa Haddocknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177043937984705155.post-29873427980802049352007-05-20T14:38:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:13:42.028-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/RlDAFpGbeKI/AAAAAAAAADo/0P-o92PGcgc/s1600-h/251.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/RlDAFpGbeKI/AAAAAAAAADo/0P-o92PGcgc/s400/251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066760783956506786" border="0" /></a><br />In this 2005 picture, Harv takes one of his many daily naps.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:<br />And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">William Shakespeare<br />Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177043937984705155-2987342798080204935?l=lisaspetmemorial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lisa Haddocknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177043937984705155.post-66552965742148524362007-05-20T14:19:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:13:42.411-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/RlC7_pGbeJI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mglm452svJA/s1600-h/100_1040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/RlC7_pGbeJI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mglm452svJA/s400/100_1040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066756282830780562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/RlC71JGbeII/AAAAAAAAADY/inE9pOJO64M/s1600-h/100_1037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/RlC71JGbeII/AAAAAAAAADY/inE9pOJO64M/s400/100_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066756102442154114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />During the winter, Harv liked to curl up next to the heating vent. These pictures are from January 2007.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177043937984705155-6655296574214852436?l=lisaspetmemorial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lisa Haddocknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177043937984705155.post-1681016728130348422007-05-18T20:44:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:13:42.551-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/Rk3MFZGbeDI/AAAAAAAAACw/-EinC4oXhMQ/s1600-h/harv.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/Rk3MFZGbeDI/AAAAAAAAACw/-EinC4oXhMQ/s400/harv.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065929548870940722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Harvey, my beloved pet of 17 years, died suddenly on May 13, 2007. He was full of sass and sparkle right up to the end. He went out on top!<br /><br />I cannot thank him enough for all the years of faithful companionship he gave me. As long as I have life and breath and conciousness, I will remember you dear, dear friend. God sent you to me, and I send you back.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">But if the while I think on thee, dear friend</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All losses are restored and sorrows end.<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">William Shakespeare</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177043937984705155-168101672813034842?l=lisaspetmemorial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lisa Haddocknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177043937984705155.post-61849582127293148692007-05-18T11:55:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:13:42.650-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/Rk3c1ZGbeHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/k8I32jREEgI/s1600-h/JPEG000442."><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/Rk3c1ZGbeHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/k8I32jREEgI/s400/JPEG000442." alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065947965690706034" border="0" /></a><br />Harv never would have worn a beret -- without a little help from Photoshop.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177043937984705155-6184958212729314869?l=lisaspetmemorial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lisa Haddocknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177043937984705155.post-8713676873614097202007-05-18T09:08:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:13:42.875-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/Rk3T3pGbeGI/AAAAAAAAADI/jlxHHFtqc9s/s1600-h/bubba.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065938108740761698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/Rk3T3pGbeGI/AAAAAAAAADI/jlxHHFtqc9s/s400/bubba.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Julius (1986??-2005) was a little guy with lots of class. We miss you always!<br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Of all God's creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.</span><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Mark Twain</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177043937984705155-871367687361409720?l=lisaspetmemorial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lisa Haddocknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177043937984705155.post-39077544958654205692007-05-18T09:00:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:13:42.889-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/Rk3N45GbeEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dF2ijd2GuQQ/s1600-h/harv2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QRCGL2ppVU/Rk3N45GbeEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dF2ijd2GuQQ/s400/harv2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065931533145831490" border="0" /></a><br />One of my last photos of the Harvster!<br /><br />Sarah McLachlan's beautiful songs "Angel" and "I Will Remember You" mean so much to me right now.<br /><br /><a href="http://media.bmgonline.com/jrecords.com/sarah_mclachlan/video/angel_AFTERGLOW_300.mov">Angel</a> on QuickTime.<br /><a href="http://media.bmgonline.com/jrecords.com/sarah_mclachlan/video/i_will_remember_you_AFTERGLOW_300.mov">I Will Remember You</a> on QuickTime.<br /><br />Click here to see the <a href="http://www.sarahmclachlan.com/video/video.html">videos</a> on Windows or Real players.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort there.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177043937984705155-3907754495865420569?l=lisaspetmemorial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lisa Haddocknoreply@blogger.com0