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Scooter
For the past eight years, Scooter was a diabetic. He received injections twice a day without complaint. He was also administered four different eye medications twice a day. He had four surgeries. Two on his eyes, one exploratory surgery and a surgery to prevent other Scooters. (I regret that one.) Despite the two eye surgeries, he was almost 95% blind at the time of his death. He still loved to walk around the house, bumping into things, but he could get around.
Scooter was a rescue dog. He was born December 4, 1999. He first owner had to give him up. Dr. Havens told us about him, so we made the trip to Lebanon, IN and brought him home. He was six months old. At first, we thought we might have made a mistake in bringing him home. On his first night he didn't appear to get along with Abby, our other dog. In reality, no one got along with Abby except me. Then, Linda bent down and Scooter gave her an accidental black eye. By the next day he was part of the family forever. Oh did he enrich our lives. Scooter was really Linda's dog as he followed her everywhere. She gave him excellent care. We drove him to Florida at least five times. He loved to travel and enjoyed walking on the beach. Linda and I stayed in Indianapolis for Christmas 2010 because we were not sure if he would do well on the trip. Scooter spent 3 days in the hospital over that Christmas.
Scooter had the best medical care. He had an internal medicine specialist, eye specialist and a great regular veterinarian in Dr. Havens. His file was as thick as a large phone book. When he went to the vet he barked at everyone until we left. In fact when he did not bark, the staff were concerned. He did bark on his last visit to Dr. Mike's office, but by then he was unable to stand. Linda held him up as he ate his breakfast that morning.
I have always thought that Scooter was smarter than most people I encountered. If not smarter, he was certainly more sensitive. His passing has not changed my mind. This is the toughest death I have ever dealt with, even though I know he was a dog. So, my tears are not for him, but for me. He is at peace. Dr. Haven's patted his head after he was gone and told him how lucky he was. We were the lucky ones!
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Sli
December 2008 ~ November 2010
My Sli, my Sli Da Man, my Sli Da Mannies, my baby, my son, my best friend, my American Bulldog, my pet, my DOG!!!
You will truely be missed dearly. You will always be in our hearts. Your pain and sufering are now over. No more having to fight with cancer.
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Riley
November 1993 ~ July 20, 2010
Near the end of 1993, while working at a veterinary clinic near Purdue, a co-worker's family brought in Riley. At the time we thought she was around 6-7 weeks of age. She was in very bad shape! They had found her on the side of a country road, battered and bruised, with some of her teeth missing as if she had been kicked. She had several big bruises on her body and burns which resembled those from cigarettes. She was also mostly hairless, from having a skin mite called Demodex. Needless to say, I fell in love with her from the very beginning! Riley quickly became my shadow and traveled with me everywhere! She enjoyed spending time at my parent's home, as they live on a farm, and there was always something fun for her to do. But, for the most part, she was happy just being with me. She was such a big part of my life for so long and saw me through college, my marriage and the addition of our boys! She wasn't quite sure what to think of Kaleb, our first son, but by the time he was sitting in a high chair and happily throwing food on the floor, she soon became a close friend of his as well. When Korey arrived, it just meant more food would be going her way, which always made her happy! Now that she is gone, I miss her so much everyday! She had always been my shadow and now that my shadow is missing, it makes me very sad. She never let me get out of her site, and for the most part was always in the same room with me. I now find that I closely watch where I step as if she still might be under my feet. I know that feeling will soon fade. I loved her more than words can say and I will forever miss her! Thank you to all of my Parkside family for seeing me through a very difficult time. It really meant a lot!
Julie Klimek and family
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Axle
April 1, 1992 ~ March 20, 2010
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In the spring of 1992 I saw an ad for free kittens. I drove out to a farm in Brownsburg and found a mother surrounded by 10 or 12 new born kittens. I reached into the cage and lifted out a little gray kitten that seemed to choose me. Axle lived in 12 different homes with me across 3 states. She was the smallest animal in our house, but ruled with an authority that none of the others dared challenge. Old age finally caught up with her this year. Kristi and I had to put our Axle to sleep this morning, just a couple weeks shy of her 18th birthday. You will be missed baby. But I know your presence will be felt in every part of our home.
Rest in peace baby girl... we miss you.
Matthew and Kristi Wallpe
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Mike
In memory of Mike 2000-2010
Our little boy Mike was a baby feral cat, we got him when he was just six weeks old in 2000. Kerri our dog raised him. She would carry him around the house as if it were her baby. Mike loved to eat!! Before he became sick he weighed in at 27 pounds. Mike had a great life, he could tell time, every after noon around 5 o'clock he came to the kitchen telling me it was time to eat. If someone said hi to him he would answer meow. He was our little boy. He suddenly got sick in March of this year..I took him to see Dr. Johnson. We had to leave for vacation, he took a turn for the worse, and had to be put down, his liver was failing. I wanted a friend to be with him, but Dr. Johnson and staff held him for the transition. They knew him and loved him. He was in the best hands ever. I will always take my animals to Parkside they are our family and friends.
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Keri
In memory of our beloved Kerri 1997-2006
Kerri was my beautiful chow husky mix that I found running down 146 the street in Carmel, after posting notices and no one responded she was mine. She was approximately six months old. She was my love..She loved to take walks, ride in the car and loved Dairy Queen in Carmel, where they would put a dog biscuit on top of her ice cream cup. She never was a problem just wanted to be loved..she had her bed next to mine and would not get up until I did. In March of 06 she was having problems. Dr. Johnson diagnosed her with liver cancer...She took her medicine twice a day and passed away on October 25, 2006. Dr Johnson was so helpful to us during her sickness. He did everything to make her and our family comfortable. Dr. Johnson told me when Kerri died, He could not believe she held on for so long..she was a happy dog who literally smiled..she is still to this day missed and loved. She was cremated and is still with us. |
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Benny
You were my first puppy, and my best friend. You were like a mother to our next 2 puppies, Charlie and Murphy, and taught them everything you knew…….good and bad. You were gentle with them when they were little and played rougher as they got older. You loved children too, especially little boys and would even lay down and crawl up to them so they wouldn’t be afraid of your monstrous size.
I always told people you were half human because of the way you alerted us to the three serious medical issues that Charlie had. You may have actually saved Charlie’s life because of that. You were so smart that Jeff even trained you to answer questions which was simply amazing – bark for yes, nothing for no. READ ENTIRE TRIBUTE >
Mom, Dad, Murphy and Asher
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Schnitz
December 17, 2003 - June 21, 2010
Even though he was no bigger than a minute, Schnitzel was the largest in a litter of six miniature dachshunds and the only long-haired one in the bunch. When I brought him to see Dr. Havens for his first check-up, I learned Schnitzel was only about five weeks old – not eight – and that he still needed mother’s milk. He barely knew how to eat out of a bowl. It didn't take long for my "miniature" dachshund to solve that problem and grow into a robust, handsome red “tweener” dachshund with silky black ears and a long feathered tail.
During the next seven years, Schnitzel became my “bestest buddy.” He loved long walks and couldn’t wait for me to let him loose to run through a nearby soccer field. When I stooped to greet him at the door each evening, he would put his paws on my knee, nuzzle my cheek and gently nibble my earlobe. His favorite toy was a feathered cat wand that he chased until he was totally exhausted. He learned to ring a bell when he wanted to go outside and that a beach towel on the floor meant he was about to get a chew toy. I often hid treats in my pockets and when prompted to "find", Schnitzel would root through my clothing in search of the tidbits. He loved burrowing under blankets and slept by my side each night. He would then rouse me each morning with impatient prods of his cold, wet nose. When he became too weak to get on the bed by himself, he would scratch at the bed skirt until I picked him up and brought him into bed with me. Schnitz was the most loving, joyful dog I’ve ever met. When he died, a huge piece of my heart went with him.
I am so grateful for the kindness, understanding and compassion Dr. Mike and the staff of Parkside showered on Schnitzel and me throughout the months of Schnitzel’s illness. Schnitz rarely showed any fear or anxiety during our many trips back and forth to the clinic, which showed me that he trusted Dr. Mike and his staff as much as I did. When Schnitzel decided to get off the rollercoaster ride of illness and go Home, Dr. Mike and his staff were there to catch us both.
Mary Beth Trotter
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Killian
It’s taken me a while to write this. My sweet Killian was set free from his pain on March 9th, 2010. He went from limping to lame on his front right leg in a matter of weeks. I knew before Dr. Johnson even said the words that he had cancer. He was only 4 years old. My wife and I used to foster with Northern Lights Sled Dog Rescue. I will never forget the day we got a call asking if we wanted to foster 4 Alaskan malamute puppies that were found on the side of the road in a trash bag. After much debate, we decided to give it a shot. We drove down to Shelbyville and picked them up; Killian was a Daddy’s boy from the start. I convinced my wife to let me keep him and the rest is history. He was always at my side, my shadow, my confidant through trying times, I miss him everyday. Godspeed pup, you will be missed.
Chris and Beth Nakfoor
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Balloo
It was a very sad morning at the Hornak household and I wanted to let you know that Balloo passed. I wanted to thank you for all of your care for Balloo over the past few years and I only wish we could have beat her stubborn infection.
I thought I would share a life story of Balloo for you to remember her by and let you know how Balloo got her name. She was a Halloween baby, fitting right, as she was all black. I brought her home along with her brother and fellow litter mate Rafikki the day before Halloween and she was wearing a pumkin colored scarf with little ghosts on it. The pet store was reluctant to sell them so close to Halloween for fear of the holiday, but knew me as I owned a restaurant just up the street from their pet shop. I was told not to take them out of their transport box until I got home, but of course five minutes into my drive I couldn't take it and opened up the box. They both had an impact on me almost immediately, but it was Balloo that impressed me with her calmness of the situation. She just sat on the passenger seat and observed me all the way home. Once I had enough time to make a decision, it was clear to me that she had a mellow personality and so I decided that she was to be named "Balloo", after the great mellow Balloo bear from Jungle Book. The name choice was perfect and she lived up to it with her great calm nature.
Thanks again for all of your care of Balloo.
Dave, Shelley, Rafikki, Duncan & Pepe
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Maynard
February 5, 1992 ~ January 11, 2010
We lost Maynard right before his 18th. birthday. He was my best friend and constant companion. Maynard taught my dog-loving husband to also love cats by demanding constant ear rubs. Maynard would also race my husband into the bedroom at night so that he could show Ray who I rightfully belonged to. I spent many mornings with cat wrapped around my head and there were many nights we awoke to the sound of a 16 pound Siamese galloping around the house with a case of the kitty crazies. We firmly believe that Maynard wouldn't have lived as long as he did without the wonderful care he received from Dr. Havens and the staff at Parkside. We loved him dearly and he will be greatly missed.
Marsha and Ray Guy
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Katie
June 1993 ~ January 2010
I admit, I didn't want a cat. But, my wife and daughter did, so we got one.
Over the course of the next 16 plus years, the cat adopted me. We became inseparable. She followed me from room to room, came when I called her, and always wanted me to pet her, or to sit on my lap. If we went outside, she'd wait by the door for us to come back in. She slept beside me every night and greeted me at the door when I came home from work. In short, she loved us, and we so loved her. Sadly, our little Katie Kat passed away on January 10, 2010.
Thanks for the love Katie, we'll never forget you, and we will always love you.
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Pepper
August 1993 ~ May 2007
Pepper was our first official pet. She was a pet store bunny so many years ago. She and her siblings were in small cage at a pet store in Carmel. I had been desperately looking for a small rabbit to bring into our home. My husband, who had never had pets in the house, had finally agreed to getting a pet. He voted for hamster; I wanted a cat, so we got a rabbit!?! She was the best! She would jump in the air, shake her head and take off like a little grey streak of lightening. She was small but she had a very large personality. At first, I'm sure she thought her name was "Hey stop that!" I had no idea rabbits had so much personality or could get into so much trouble! She taught us so much. Patience-winning her approval was never easy; electrical skills-who knew rabbits liked cords so much; and most of all how to open our hearts and home to her furry kind of love. Pepper moved with us to Virginia for 12 years and then back to Indiana. She opened the door for many more furry companions, but she was always the matriarch. She is the reason I started working in veterinary medicine. She is missed everyday.
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Maggie
April 1, 1998 ~ January 10, 2009
I rescued Maggie from a humane society in Orlando FL in 1999. She moved back home with me 2001. Next to those big brown eyes, her heart was always her best asset. She loved everyone she met, and everyone loved her. For more than 10 years, Maggie has been my best friend. I had to say goodbye to my friend today and there will always be an empty space in our home and heart.
Dr. Craig Johnson and the rest of the staff at Parkside Animal Hospital have always treated Maggie like she was their own. I will be forever greatful for the love and care they gave her.
Rest in peace sweetheart... we miss you.
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