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GRREAT's Forever Friends
Morgan Funk
We adopted Morgan (GRREAT #98-133) in 1998. She had her issues; there was most likely abuse in her past. It took years before she trusted everyone, but she loved us quickly, and we loved her, too. Morgan was the gentlest dog we’ve ever known! She lived a good, healthy life until a tumor was discovered on her liver in March of 2009. We chose not to have surgery on our 12 year old girl, and Morgan lived another year and 11 months before she let us know that it was time to let her go to the bridge. We miss her soulful, brown and blue eyes staring up at us in adoration. Good night, sweet Morgan, until we meet again. Anita & John Funk
Hollie Borden
It’s with a heavy heart to share that our GRREAT dog, Hollie (GRREAT #00-282), has gone Home to be with her Master and Creator last month. She was 13 1/2 years old and lived a wonderful life with us for 10 years. She was gentle, sweet, and sensitive, often coming to me and nuzzling her face on my lap. Her thoughtful, deep eyes always seemed to say, “It’s okay! I love you!” She was always up for a long snuggle. She was a part of our family life: playing outdoors, watching us do laundry or cook, and of course, joining us at the dinner table hoping for some people food. Hollie enjoyed watching birds, chasing chipmunks and squirrels, smelling everything, digging in the dirt, racing the neighbor’s dog along the fence, and chewing sticks. Sometimes she was naughty and went “exploring.” She always returned home, with tail wagging and eyes sparkling… and covered with Lord knows what! It was hard to get mad at her knowing she was so happy! What a wonderful dog and friend! We love you and miss you, our Hollie Girlfriend! Lee Ann, Rick, Andy and Ben Borden
Sydney Donohue
In loving memory of Sydney, my once-in-a-lifetime Golden girl who graced me with her unconditional and loving companionship from June 1994 to May 2007. A gentle, wise soul her entire life, Sydney was by my side through many milestones: my first home, first horse, first real broken heart, and more than a few jobs, some of which were enlightened enough to allow her to come to the office, where she brightened the days of me and my coworkers with her constant smile and gently wagging tail. She asked nothing more of me than to be near me, and she brought me comfort and joy no words can express. Rest in peace, darling Golden girl, I miss you every day. Gwyn Donohue
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Sherman Ambrose
Sherman was the most amazing Golden we ever knew, (and there have been quite a few in our lives). He was a four-legged person whose beauty, honesty, intelligence, patience and kindness were apparent to all who met him. There was never a soul that Sherman met who didn’t get a genuine tail wag. When we had foster Goldens living with us, he would take them by the paw and make them feel wanted, loved and respected. At the end of his life (a way too short 10 years) after suffering through surgery for removal of a cancerous mass and all of the painful rehabilitation, he never changed his outlook or attitude. He loved and was loved by all who knew him…he went to the rainbow bridge with his tail wagging and a smile on his face. He tolerated us humans gladly and we are better humans for having had Sherman in our lives; he will be missed every day for as long as we live… Jan Ambrose
Murphy Aaby
In memory of Murphy Aaby…who could not let you leave the room without laughing. His sense of humor and human insight were irreplaceable, and his family and friends are better after knowing him. We would have kept him forever if we could, but we’re comforted knowing he’s now playing with Maxey and Jenny, keeping them laughing as he hangs his tongue out and lays like a frog. We love you Murphles (right)…and Sunny Bunny (left) says hi! Donett, Jim, Kate, John, and Sunny Aaby
Corey Messenger
Corey (GRREAT #02-128) came to us on July 22, 2002. He came so far from the insecure, shy, uncertain guy we adopted to a fierce protector (well, until you opened the door and he’d lick you to pieces – especially a food delivery person). We’ll miss the way he crinkled his lip when he knew he was begging, his love of tearing napkins or paper towels into tiny little pieces, how he’d pull the stuffing out of a toy just to get the squeaky, his howling when he thought no one was home, how he’d collapse on you if you sat next to him on the floor….the list could go on and on. Most of all, we’ll just miss him. We had to make the heart wrenching decision to send him to Rainbow Bridge at 1:00 am on Sunday, July 11th. He went peacefully to sleep with us by his side. Patricia Messenger















