Buster Brown, B, & Lizy “Boogie”

From left to right : Buster Brown, B, and Lizy “Boogie”. They came to Rainbow Bridge on 05/22/2019, 01/24/2020, and 01/27/2021 respectively.

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Buster Brown was a handsome little angel who brought huge smiles, 'oooohs and awwwws' and laughter to everyone he would meet. People used to often stop this little Pomeranian stud muffin while walking down the street to ask for a picture with him and to give him snuggles while he yapped his head off in excitement. He had a personality way larger than his 5 pound little fluffy body, and a signature bark to boot! He brought so many beautiful memories and so much happiness to me and his brother Bernie the Chihuahua while he was here with us on earth. We miss him so much every day but we know Buster is having a blast with all his new best pals and strutting his little stuff as always on the other side of the rainbow bridge right now, waiting for us to all be together again one day! Xo

—Danielle

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This is Tia writing. John adopted B at a shelter in Chicago, Illinois. At the end of a multiple-cat-meet-and-greet, he found her curled up in his jacket that he had left on a chair and knew that she was going to be his friend.

I met B when I met my husband, John. B was maybe 6 years old then and around 8 pounds. She was always a very small cat. B was happy doing her own thing, finding a soft spot to lie on, a sunspot to bask in, and more often than not, hanging out on her dad's lap and laptop. Her favorite spot for sleeping at night was curled up in the crook of John's armpit and next to his heart. Eventually she would alternate between John's armpit and my hip (I'm a side sleeper). B was a very strong kitty-- she held her own and established her "queenship" among our 2 y/o dog quickly. She was very strong toward the end, too. I long for mornings with B when she would rub her face on the tips of our noses or our foreheads. I miss her yelling at me in the morning to open up a can of "feesh". I am thankful for the time we had with her but I will always wish for more.

—John and Tia

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My dog Lizy was surrendered to my mom when I was 7 years old, I’m 22 right now. She obtained the nickname “Boogie” two months into living with us. She was by my side for 15 years and lived to see 25. She was quiet, loved sleeping, and showed me endless love and affection. She was my entire childhood and my teenage years too.

—Rosa

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