The raspberry patch was my place to play
Mom and Dad let me go there everyday
Digging holes and chasing mice
Those days I spent sure were nice!
Thanks Mom and Dad for all the years
Through all the laughs and all the tears.
We'll meet again someday
In God's place
Until then
Keep a smiling face!
Beloved dog of
Adam & Eliza Anderson
Fluke's Aftercare
In Memory Of Fluke's Angels
Fluke's Aftercare would like to extend our Most Heartfelt Condolences to all of the
families we have provided our services for.                         

Your angels have touched our lives and will be a part of us forever. Thank you for
sharing them with us, through both your wonderful stories and/or loving photos.
If we have provided you with cremation services for your beloved furbaby and
you would like their photo included in our rotating video montage, please send it
in .jpg or .gif format to

Due to the amount of photos received, and to condense the length of the video
montage, older photos will be placed in our
Gallery of Furangels where they will
forever remain. Never to be forgotten, always in our hearts, and part of Fluke's
Aftercare eternally.
                                                                  A NATURAL PLAY  

                                                   A Beautiful recount by Tom Sawyer of an
                                               adventure shared with his beloved Bouncer
                                                                   who is sorely missed

The sky was the usual damp, sullen, gray of a spring day in Oregon.  My mood was
beginning to take on its characteristics.  Little did I know of the evolutionary
communion with nature that awaited me just a short, twenty-minute drive up Highway
101 from our home.  It was a weekend and Bouncer, the albino adventure dog, was
following me around the house, pawing at my leg whenever I stopped in one place long
enough.  He looked at me with his intensely anticipated, long-run-of-the-week, pleading
blue eyes and the fog lifted from my spirits.  I always looked forward to our escapes
into the wild.

The Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area stretches from Coos Bay, sixty miles up the
coast to Florence.  It is a half-mile wide deposit of ice age sand left by the great
glaciers’ retreat.  People come from all over the northwest to drive their sand rails,
dunes through private and State owned campgrounds.  Fortunately, there are sections
ATVs and dune buggies in this natural wonder.  There are many access points to dunes
through private and State owned campgrounds.  Fortunately, there are sections Spinreel
Campground. Fortunately, there are sections that are off-limits to motorized vehicles.  
This is where Bouncer and I were headed, Spinreel Campground.

We followed the meandering trail through the woods along Ten Mile Creek until we
came out at the swimming hole.  I looked around with pleasure at the secluded oasis
and smiled at the thoughts of past days of warm sunshine spent here with friends.  
Bouncer forded the creek and clawed his way up the thirty foot, loose, sandy face of the
border dune.  He was gone before I could pull off even one smelly sneaker.  When both
sneakers and socks were off and safely jammed into my pack, I rolled up my pant legs
and ventured into the knee deep, frigid water.  No time was wasted in getting across.  
As I trudged up the incline following in Bouncer’s wake, my feet pushed the pressures
of the week deep into the accepting sand.  My shoulders relaxed under the gentle tug of
gravity on my pack.  Cresting the peak, the world opened before me stark, ancient, and

I proceeded barefoot to allow the cool, steady breeze to dry my wet skin, but the
smooth earth was cold and soon moved me to dress my feet.  There are little islands of
trees, mostly evergreens, dotting this vast sea of silica.  The beautiful lines crafted by
the wind and the shear size of the dunes never ceased to amaze me. As I strode across
the hard, wind packed tops of the beige, granular swells before me, my little, white,
four legged, wild man came sprinting out of the sylvan isle behind and to the left of
me.  Bouncer was heedless of whether the surface was loose or hard while making a
beeline for me.  He circled me a few times, barking excitedly, and then took off like an
arrow toward the ocean, his silky, flapping ears beating the rhythm of his charge.“You’re
a nut!” I laughed.

We were headed towards the small, hidden lagoon we had discovered on a previous
adventure.  No other human was to be seen.  Northward poured the waves of sand,
leaving the creek on my left to fade southwestward to the Pacific Ocean.  Before me I
could see the long, green line of stunted pines, effectively fencing off access to a long
swath of beach.  Just at the southern end of this, I triumphantly crested the last
hummock of dune grass dotted sand and stopped to survey my antediluvian
surroundings.  I curiously watched a large flock of seagulls against the shrouded, misty
sky, diving to the beach, darting up again, circling, and diving down to light on the

It wasn’t until I was right on top of the frenetic birds that I could discern the meaning
of their dance.  They were having lunch.  A dozen dead salmon in varying degrees of
dismemberment lay strewn over the beach.  Bouncer quickly created a feathered
blizzard effect by routing all the landed birds.  He joyfully dashed around the beach, his
high pitched, excited challenge sharply cutting the deadened air, while his stub of a tail
would have fallen off if it hadn’t been attached.  It was wagging so hard.

Salmon, a foot and a half to two feet long were thrashing up the short, shallow
streamlet that flowed in and out of the secret lagoon.  It was only two to four inches
deep and their backs were exposed to the air and the hungry gulls above.  My eyes
drifted back down the channel to where it blended into the Pacific.  I stopped short and
took a step back.  There, silently, patiently sitting in the churning surf, a mere ten
yards out, were three huge California sea lions.

In one moment a warm rush of excitement and reverence coursed through me.  I fully
realized on the most visceral level that I had become a walk-on part in the play of life;
the salmon struggling to continue their species, the seagulls and sea lions devouring
the salmon to continue theirs.  In the next moment I was flinging my pack down and
ripping at my sneakers to bare my feet.  I quickly rolled up my pants to above my knees
and sprang into the salmon’s pathway.

Holy mackerel!  That water was ice cold!  I was determined to snatch one of those pink-
fleshed dinners quickly and comfort my numbed feet back into my cotton socks.  This
would prove to be an over estimate of my capabilities.  I splashed and jumped around
for a good twenty minutes and only came within an arm’s length of my prize.  It is
amazing how fast a salmon can swim even in the shallowest of water.

As I was contemplating defeat, I heard the muffled roar of a small plane engine closing
in from the south.  It was cruising up the beach about twenty-five feet off the surface
of the water.  In a matter of seconds, I could see the model size craft grow to full
reality.  I raised my right arm in a hearty acknowledgement and the pilot returned it by
dipping his right wing, then his left.  This was so cool!

Actually, it was downright cold.  Reluctantly, I gave up my quest and exited the
streamlet.  I used my socks to dry my tingling feet and slipped them back into my worn
sneakers.  I scanned the immediate area for Bouncer but couldn’t see him.  His
occasional happy cheer parted the dull air and I knew him to still be having fun in the
vicinity.  Hoisting my pack, I stopped again and marveled at the spectacle of nature I
had interacted with.  It was one of those rare instances where I have felt most human
and humbled by the fragility of life.
Below are very special tributes and poems submitted to us by our families in
memory of their precious family member. We sincerely thank them for sharing
their deepest thoughts and emotions with us. As you were blessed with them in
your lives, your furbabies were equally blessed to have you all.
                                            Haze came into our lives 14 years ago - 1991 -
                                           We at the time had a 1 year old chocolate
    puppy named Tukker whom we thought might  
    enjoy the company of another.  I will never forget
    the first time I saw Haze - our eyes met and I
    knew she was destined to become a part of our
    lives.  She and Tukker were inseparable.  They
    were two peas in a pod and although Tukker
    could not actually become a father - that never
    stopped him from helping her take care of her
    litters of pups. How proudly he showed them all
    off    to the people who came, each  hoping that
    they would be able to have the chance to take
    one home.  

Haze has given to us the gift of three children all of whom we adore - one of which has
earned the title of Master Hunting Retriever and he in turn produced a third generation
son whom Haze was able to see, giving us three generations of whom we are all proud.  
Haze's life included much diversity.  She was shown in breed, obedience and was a
registered Therapy Dog working at CMMC for two years along with various nursing
homes, bringing joy to all of those whose lives were in turmoil due to age, disease or
injury.  She was welcomed with open arms as she moved from room to room giving all
she could and never asking for anything in return.  The smiles she brought to those
around her will stay with me forever.  I feel lucky in my life as I have known love,loyalty
and the gift of trust.  For each of us that has the fortune of spending time with
someone such as my Haze - this is truly a gift from God.  We miss those beautiful eyes
- the smell of her soft perfumed fur - the wag of her tail in greeting.  I know that
somewhere she is sharing her gifts with others and that someday I will join her once
again.  Thank you my precious little girl for all you have brought to our lives......
Kisses/Hugs from Mom & Dad, Hunter, Lacey, Otis, Ruby & Coals   
Beloved dog of
Bob & Bonnie Day
                                                        GUARDIANS OF THE NIGHT

Author Unknown

    Trust in me my friend for I am
    your comrade. I will protect you
    with my last breath When all
    others have left you And the
    loneliness of the night closes
    in, I will be at your side.

    Together we will conquer all
    obstacles, And search out
    those who might wish harm to
    others. All I ask of you is
    compassion, The caring touch
    of your hands. It is for you that I
    will unselfishly give my life And
    spend my nights unrested.
    Although our days together
    of the seasons Know that each
    day at your side is my reward.

My days are measured by The
coming and going of your
footsteps. I anticipate them at
every opening of the door.

You are the voice of caring when I am ill.
The voice of authority when I've done wrong.

Do not chastise me unduly For I am your right arm,
The sword at your side.
I attempt to do only what you bid of me.
I seek only to please you and remain in your favor.

Together you and I shall experience A bond only others like us will understand
When outsiders see us together
Their envy will be measured by their disdain.

I will quietly listen to you And pass no judgment, Nor will your
spoken words be repeated I will remain ever silent, Ever vigilant,
ever loyal. And when our time together is done And you move
on in the world Remember me with kind thoughts and tales,
For a time we were unbeatable,Nothing passed among us

If we should meet again on another street I will gladly take
up your fight, I am a Police Working Dog and together We
are guardians of the night.

Devoted Partner of Officer Timothy Morin,
Beloved pet of Sarah, TJ & Katie Morin

We at Fluke's Aftercare are honored to have served one of Lewiston's finest.
There are no words to express the
depth of your loss.  I feel it when I
sleep, when I breath and the ache
of your absence is so strong when I
wake to realize I am not dreaming.
I know the time of our departure
from this earth is not always our
choice and looking back; I recognize
your push to fill our time together
with as much joy/memories as you
could. For that my dear little one - I
thank you -for now that is all I have
left to hold onto. Lacey you were
with me from the moment of
conception to the moment you left
to be with your mother. Where did
the time go? One day I was holding
Sierra’s Lace Of Gold
4/4/96 - 3/10/07
Beloved dog of Bob & Bonnie Day
a warm - wet from birth wiggly little baby girl and I turned my back for what seems
like just a moment; I turned back and you were on your journey from this earth to
home.  To say I  miss you baby girl is not  simply enough!!  

Thank you for all you gave to us….Thank you for being there when ever I needed  a
helper in the kennel……a kind teacher for a baby…..a strong voice to guide the boys  
but most of all for choosing us to share your time on earth with.  That time was
precious to us so beyond words. We are forever grateful.

We love you LJ bigger than the moon/ more than the stars that shine in the night.

Mum & Dad
Two months after JD left us I still
feel him near me.  Every morning
when I wake up I still go over to him
and say, "Good Morning".  I guess
that I never thought that losing him
was going to be quite this difficult.  
I guess I never realized that
everything I did on a daily basis in
someway involved JD.
I walk around outside and I look to
the ground expecting to see him at
my side. When the kids are outside
playing I look and expect to see him
with them or where they are as he
always was.  The kids could never
get too far without JD at their side
rolling in the snow with them or
watching them play on the swingset.
Beloved dog of
Melissa, Matt, Abigayle & Jakeb Weston
As I sit and look through photos of the kids doing their fun activities I notice that
in almost all of them JD is right there keeping watch.  I know deep in my heart
that JD is still looking out for all they do, I am just trying to make sense in my
mind and heart why he can't do that just like he use to.
JD we miss you terribly. You came into our lives and full of life and spirit you
protected us and loved us as we loved you and protected you. I know as you
spend your days at the rainbow bridge that you are being as wonderful to every
furbuddy there as you were with us.  They are very lucky to have you and as much
as we miss you we know that one day we will be together again.  You are my
good boy and I will always have you in my heart and on my mind.  
From the days as a young pup when you loved to go for rides even when you did
get car sick to the numerous times that you had to keep your buddy Mickey in line
you were always our best friend.  You would always keep the cats from being too
wild and keep the kids from being too wild on the cats.  We always knew that you
were a great protector as you would get in the middle of any family "wrestling"
match to make sure no one was getting hurt.  At the end of a long day it was
always your baby that you would cuddle and keep close and I am glad that he is
also with you now to make your journey a little more familiar for you.  Until we
see you again remember that we love you and miss you!!

We Love you,
Mum & Dad, (Melissa & Matt)
Abigayle & Jakeb Weston
Goodbye Teddy for now....Some thoughts
from your Mom.

I loved you from the first time I saw you
at your Foster Home "Champs" in
Wareham, Massachusetts. You came to
me, and we instantly bonded and I knew
you'd be ours forever.

I just loved your sweet face, your "pinky"
ears, your sturdy paws and your fuzzy

You were so smart....You knew so many
words, like "foody" - "breakfast" - "come" -
"no no" - and "where's your toy". We used
to play "peek-a-boo" at our Cape Cod
house - you always won!

How you loved to "help" me when I was
quilting, beading, knitting, paying bills -
right there in my way being a silly boy.

You were a very good boy - hardly ever
scratched the furniture, never climbed the
curtains, but you loved to stretch up on
the screens.(Dad hated that).
Beloved cat of
Fred & Lynda Brown
You loved doing "bellies" in the bay windows - the sun was your passion, always
long naps in a warm spot.

I will miss you always, Ted - you were very special to me. You are no longer in
distress; you are at peace where we will meet again.

I love you Sweet Boy - Always remember that.


             Your Mom
Beloved Dog of
Gary and Jeanette

I loved you from the very first
time I saw you at the Shelter.
You were always there when I
needed someone to talk to.
You were always a very good
listener and hardly ever talked

I miss watching you wading in
the swimming pool on a hot
day in the back yard.
Remember when we would
play? I would roll a piece of dry
dog food across the kitchen
floor and you loved to chase it.
And how you liked baby carrots
and animal crackers. I would
make the sound of the animal
cracker and you would eat it.

You were always so watchful
over us both. When dad went
to bed and I was doing Crafts
in my Craft Room you always
came upstairs and checked on
me just to make sure I was
alright before going to sleep in
the bedroom.

There will never be anyone like
you. I love you always my little


I remember when I brought you home. I picked
you up after work from the Shelter in Brunswick.
You were so small. I placed you in a banana box
top in the front seat of the car for the long ride
home. You tried to get out so with one hand I
had to stroke your head and drive with the other
all of the way home.

Since that day, 14 years ago, you have been a
very special part of our family. I thank you for
just being you. You brought much joy to our lives
doing all of the things that so were funny to us.
Like the times you would take my socks and
make me chase you all around the house to get
them back. When there was a piece of toilet
paper hanging on the roll you would take it in
your mouth and pull it all of the way down the
hallway. I loved our time together walking in the
parks in Gorham and Buxton. I will always
remember how you loved getting a Beals Ice
Cream afterward on a hot summer day. I
remember how you liked to roll around on Blue
Tarps when I was trying to dry them out in the
back yard and how you liked making snow angels
in the winter.

I remember how you never liked being alone and
always wanted to be with us. You will never be
alone my friend. You have many friends and
family with you now. Your older stepsister Candy
is with you and you remember my mother Maria.
You know how much she loved you and all
animals. Sally’s Golden retriever “Napoleon”,
Richard’s Springer Spaniel “Freckles”, Gloria’s dog
“Polly”, and Dave’s Basset Hound will all keep
you company.

And one day, mom and I will be with you again.
And once again we will walk on park trails, swim
in the lake, fish on the boat and be together
always. I love you my boy, and I will always
cherish the time we had together.

Until we meet again,

My best friend closed his eyes last
As his head was in my hand.
The Doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.

The thoughts that scurried through
my head,
As I cradled him in my arms,
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And OH...his many charms.

Today, there was no gentle nudge,
With an intense "I love you gaze",
Only a heart that's filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.

But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said,
"You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends,
He's installed a "doggy-door"!
Beloved dog of
Melissa, Doug & Morgan Bailey
"Max you're now in a better place with our
Lord and pain free. We know you will alwys
watch over us until we are all together
again. We love you Maxwell, and always

Hugs & Kisses,
Mama, Daddy & Sissy

They say memories are golden.
Well, maybe that is true.
We never wanted memories,
We only wanted you.
A million times we needed you,
A million times we cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place
No one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway,
And heartache make a lane.
we'd walk the path to heaven,
And bring you home again.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same.
But as we are called one by one,
The chain will link again.


Beloved dog of
Trudy Files & Cindy Swift
Beloved dog of
Laurie Gramlich
Warrior/Gunslinger's Prayer

Time flies, destiny calls, life passes... So hear my prayer
Birth is nothing but death begun... So hear my prayer
Death is speechless... So hear my speech

This is my Trooper, who served his duty and his destiny. Say true
May the forgiving glance of Mother Earth heal his heart, Say please
May the arms of Father Sky raise him from the darkness of this place, Say please.
Surround him with light.
Fill him with strength.
If he is thirsty, give him water in the clearing.
If he is hungry, give him food in the clearing
May his life on this earth and the pain of his passing
become but a dream to his waking soul.
And let his eyes fall upon every lovely sight.
Let him find the friends that were once lost to him,
And let everyone whose name he calls, call his in return.

This is Trooper, who lived well, loved his family and died as his destiny would
have it.
Each being owes a death.
This is Trooper.
Give him peace.

Adapted from 'Jake's Eulogy' as in Stephen King's novel "The Dark Tower VII", the
last book of the Gunslinger series
Dear little Milly girl,

We miss you sooo very much. You
made such an enormous impact on
our lives that you couldn't even
imagine. We are having a hard time
letting you go, but we know that you
are not sick or in pain anymore. We
know that you are on your way to a
very happy place.

I want to let you know the Bubby
was looking all over for you last
night when we let him and Sable out
to play. You two have been
inseparable ever since we got you.
Beloved ferret of
Christy & Jeff Baillargeon
Since he couldn't find you he wanted your toy. I gave it to him and he ran off to
place it in your secret hideaway under my desk.

We all just to let you know that we love you and hope that you and Sabbath are
there to greet us as we each cross over the Rainbow Bridge. For now we will hold
onto all your wonderful memories and Mommy will occasionally reach out in the
night to hold you to realize that you're no longer here.
Farewell, for now princess until we meet again and let Sabbath know we love and
miss her too as she greets you when you cross over the Rainbow Bridge.

Love and Hugs,

Daddy, Mom, Senor and Sabletooth
In Memory of Sable Baillargeon
April 2002 - September 26, 2008
One by one we all came about,
and from the beyond bridge of gold.
There we all stood staring into each others' smiling eyes.
We circled around one another and we laughed and we cried.

Finally, we are back together, all together once again.
We started walking the long road; until we reached the end.
At the end of the road, we all gathered; both family and friends.
When I say family; I mean loved ones and pets.

My dear ferrets, we will meet again.
I'm not quite sure the exact time,
but I do know the exact place.
Before the Rainbow Bridge, after the gate to Heaven,
there are two roads that adjoin both time and space.
Remember, wait patiently, we will all be there soon.
Hold each other and play together until that time is near.
Until then, we will hold you in our thoughts,
where you will remain; ever so precious and dear.
We love you bunches and bunches. We all already miss you terribly. Even Bubby
misses you; even though you weren't very close until the end. Please watch over
him. I know that there is a time and reason for everything. Milly is your guardian
angel waiting to guide you across the Rainbow Bridge, and now it's your turn to
be Senor's guardian angel. Don't expect him too soon though. We need him too
and want him around for quite a while longer. We didn't want any of you to go as
quickly as you did, but we know that you can't be with us forever.

I just want you to know that we were blessed by having you in our lives, and we
will miss cuddling up with you and receiving all those precious ferret kisses. We
hate to see you go, (Our little Sable Tooth) but go along, be happy and play with
the others for now.

With all my heart and soul, I have to believe that someday we will all be together

Buster Brown
April 1996- July 7 2009

Sweet Buster Brown. Your life was almost over
as soon as it began. Only days old, you were
found, along with your brothers and sisters,
taped up in a box and thrown in a dumpster. By
a miracle, a kind passerby heard your desperate
cries and you were taken to the shelter.
Everyone found their forever homes and yours
was with us. You grew up big and strong
but you were always our goofy baby. Brownie
Brown, you were gentle and funny, and I miss
my furry alarm clock and exercise buddy.
We wish we could have had more time with you,
but we couldn’t let you go on in pain. We all
miss you and keep your memory in our hearts.

Rest in peace sweet boy until we hug again,

Your mom
Beloved cat of
Nancy Peavey
Beloved dog of
Dave & Cindy Stevens
Faithful friend, companion and family
member. She will be missed by all
the Stevens family, But mostly by
her “parents” Cindy and Dave
And her best buddy Tye Dye.
Champ Henry came into our lives five years ago full of
energy, mischief, but mostly he was full of love and
sweetness. Champ Henry was found lying under a tree
in sad shape. He was a full grown boxer weighing just
over 40 pounds. We were told his prognosis was not
good and he probably would not make it.
Fortunately he overcame his weakness and emerged
happy, healthy and full of life. Champ Henry loved life.
He was so happy to have a home and a family that
loved him so much.

Henry filled our home with fun and laughter. He was
always doing something. Weather it was playing with
his soccer ball ( his favorite) or lying with his best
friend Oliver, or intently watching whatever we were
doing at the time. Champ Henry made life better. Many
people have said how lucky he was to have us. We
know we were the lucky ones. He had a magnetic
personality. All that met Henry loved him. He wouldn't
have it any other way. We are grateful for the time
we had with our sweet boy, although  It was way too
short. Five years went by in the blink of a eye.
Beloved dog of
Lori Miller
In February he was diagnosed with Lymphoma. Henry fought long and hard. He
handled his chemo treatments like a true champ. He went into remission two times.
We were always amazed at his resilience.  On August 21st just after 5am our
sweet boy couldn't fight off his cancer any longer. Champ Henry went with peace
and love. He was nothing short of amazing and will be forever missed. Life without
him will never be the same. We love you always sweet Camp Henry.

Lori, Poppy, Oliver and Sookie