Hart's Petuary

06/17/2025

Sharing - 🌈🐾🌈

"Ever lost a piece of your heart and had no one understand?"

I wasn’t sure if I should share this, but I know some of you will get it.
If you’ve ever had to say goodbye to a pet, you know this pain.

It’s funny…
You think you’ll be okay.
But then, their empty spot on the couch says more than words ever could.

Grief doesn’t hit all at once.
It sneaks in—
In the way their water bowl still sits untouched.
The way you reach out in the middle of the night, expecting them to be there.

Some people will say, "It was just a pet."
But you and I know better, don’t we?
You were so much more.
You were my confidant.
My source of comfort on my darkest days.
You were the one who made the doorbell ring like a celebration, no matter the day.

For so long, I felt guilty for missing you.
For holding onto your collar as though it was a treasure.
For crying "too long" after you left.

But now, I realize…
Love doesn’t end with a heartbeat.
It stays, in the spaces you left behind.
In the silence that still echoes with your presence.

So, if you’ve ever loved and lost a pet…
This is your permission slip.
To grieve, without shame.
To miss them fiercely, to honor their love, and to keep their memory alive.

If you’ve ever loved a pet like family, drop a 🐾 below.
You’re not alone. We’re in this together. ❤️

06/11/2025

🌈 Satchel Paige Fisher 🌈

18 Oct 2016- 2 June 2025

Satchel Paige Fisher, 8.5 years of age, crossed over Rainbow Bridge on Monday, June 2nd, 2025, after a short illness.
Satchel wasn’t trained, never attended obedience school, didn’t fetch, didn’t mind, didn’t share the covers, and didn’t let you eat in peace. What he did do was change our lives for the better.

We loved him and he loved us back—unconditionally, as long as he got his way.

He chewed up a couch, a pair of reading glasses, and two pairs of house-shoes as a puppy, but as he grew up was able to manifest his pent up energy into food
consumption, his favorite pastime. His favorite meal (also his last) was a Wendy’s Baconator (no bun) and a Frosty.
Satchel was a purveyor of fine dog treats, hot dogs, various sandwich meats, ginger snaps, and Frosted Pop Tarts, which had to be placed in the middle cabinet out of reach of his jowls and manhole cover sized paws.

Additionally, he ate dog food.

His other hobbies included chasing bicycle riders, walkers, as well as keeping the FedEx Postal and UPS delivery people inside their vehicles. His efforts in 24/7/365 security of his home were the stuff of legend.

His favorite spot was sitting in his recliner while watching television as well as monitoring the front door.

It was in his chair that he bid us goodbye.

His nose, as well as his life changing love, loyalty and affection , knew no bounds.
We are eternally grateful that this relentless scoundrel of a hound dog came our way.

Left to honor his memory are his humans, George, Susan, Amanda, Joe and Lyndsay (who saw him first as the little doggie in the window); his favorite Uncle Bubba, and many others introduced by social media.

Baby sister Weezie continues the legacy that Satchel began.

The family would like to thank the physicians and staff of Plantation Centre Veterinary Clinic, most notably Dr. Hays Fyke, DVM, who treated Satchel as if he were one of his own from 6 weeks old to the last chapter.

“Everyone thinks they have the best dog. And none of them are wrong." – WR Purche

05/23/2025

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05/22/2025

🌈🐰❤️JANIS HOPLIN🐰🌈❤️

05/20/2025

Sharing - Always Remembered!

I still talk to you, you know. In the quiet moments, when the world stills and my heart aches in the silence, I close my eyes and I whisper to the space where you used to be. I call out to your spirit, hoping you're near, that somehow you can hear the sorrow and the love still tangled in my voice. I tell you how much I miss you, how every corner of this home still holds the warmth of your presence, how your favorite spot by the window feels colder now, how I keep expecting to hear the soft sound of your paws or your sleepy sighs. I ask if you're okay, wherever you are.

I imagine you're happy, free from pain, maybe chasing butterflies in golden fields, with sunlight kissing your fur and the wind playing through your ears. I imagine you're watching me, guiding me, still trying to comfort me the way you always did when life felt too heavy. I hope you know how much you meant to me, that you were never just a pet. You were my friend, my family, my confidant. You loved me without judgment, without conditions, through every tear, every laugh, every lonely night.

And now, as I grieve, I hold onto the only thing stronger than my sorrow: my love for you. I hope one day, when it's my turn to cross that invisible line between this world and the next, you'll be waiting with bright eyes and a wagging tail or soft purr, and I’ll finally be able to hold you again, never to say goodbye. Until then, please stay close. In spirit, in dreams, in the hush between heartbeats, please don’t go too far.

05/19/2025

Sharing - Beautiful post!

Some say when a beloved pet leaves this world, they don’t just cross the Rainbow Bridge—they become part of the sky itself.

Their love lingers in the golden streaks of sunrise, the hush of twilight, the way the wind nudges a fallen leaf toward you like a gentle nudge from a paw that’s no longer there. They are the unexpected warmth on your pillow where they once slept, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye that feels almost like them.

They watch over you—not as ghosts, but as guardians. When you ache, they send a breeze to dry your tears. When you laugh, they rustle the trees in celebration. And on the days you miss them most, they paint the clouds in colors you can’t name, just to remind you: love doesn’t end; it changes form.

One day, when the time is right, you’ll hear the familiar jingle of a collar you’d know anywhere. You’ll turn, and there they’ll be—no longer a whisper in the wind, but a thunderous joy, barreling toward you with wings folded, ready to run the rest of the way home.

05/18/2025

🌈 WINSTON 🌈
Pam Shoemaker

Thanks for taking care of Winston. He was the most joyful bundle of love around everyone. He will be truly missed. His suffering has ended, which brings me so much comfort.

05/18/2025

🌈 BLU LEWIS 🌈
🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
Jerrie Lewis

Thank you Hart's Petuary for taking care of our sweet Blu Lewis. He was a spoiled sweet baby. He brought joy to our family. He will be missed dearly. No more suffering, he has crossed the rainbow bridge.
9/12/17-1/2/25

05/17/2025

Where Do Our Pets Go?
A Letter from the Rainbow Bridge
🐾 🐾
❤️ 🐾 🌈 🐾
My dear friend, if your heart aches wondering where your beloved pet has gone, let me tell you a secret—they are not truly gone. They’ve simply stepped beyond the curtain of this world into a sunlit meadow where the grass is always soft, the treats never end, and every day feels like the perfect nap in their favorite spot.

Do they miss us? Oh, yes—but not with sadness. They carry our love like a warm ember in their hearts, just as we carry theirs. And while they wait for us (patiently or impatiently, depending on whether dinner’s involved!), they are whole, happy, and free. No pain, no fear—only joy as they chase butterflies, splash in endless puddles, or curl up in the lap of angels.

But here’s the magic: Love doesn’t obey the rules of distance or time. So when you feel a sudden breeze, hear a faint jingle of a collar, or dream of them running to you—that’s them whispering, "I’m still here, just differently. And I’ll be right here when you’re ready."

Until then, darling human, they’re not lost. They’re simply loving you from every sunbeam, every rustling leaf, every cozy blanket they once claimed as theirs. And if you listen with your heart, you’ll feel it—their forever-answer to "Are you happy?" is a wag, a purr, a nudge against your soul:
"Always. Because I had you."

05/11/2025