Tribute to our Rainbow bridge Angels

                                                         DEAREST FRIEND

I lost my dearest friend today, No finer could be found. My love for you is utmost true, It has no endless bound. 

So hard to say, "Good bye" to you, Forever, trusting friend, I'll keep you in my memories, I promise till the end.

(unknown author)

Zeus Foley

February 14, 2000- September 27, 2001

They say memories are golden well maybe that is true. I never wanted memories, I only wanted you. A million times I needed you, a million times I cried. If love alone could have saved you you never would have died. In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still. In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill. If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane, I'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same. But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

Pepsi Foley

May 20 1987- July 15, 2002

If ever you need me, I'll be right here, To chase away the sadness, And wipe away a tear. If ever you need me, I'll be two steps behind, To follow in your footsteps, And hear what's on your mind. If ever you need me, You'll never have to fear, That your presence isn't important, And your love isn't dear. If ever you need me, I'll always be around, to bring back the laughter, Where deep in your heart it's found. You'll never have to worry, For I'll always be here, To chase away the sadness, And wipe away a tear. I AM HERE FOR YOU! Even in spirit.

Susie Croy

12/01/91-12/26/02

loved and missed by Pam Croy and family

 A Dog's last Request

My dearest Master and Friend
We have shared good times and bad times
We have laughed together
We have cried together
Through it all
My love for You has never wavered
As Your love for Me has never failed
                                                               I have one wish, one request of You
                                                               Do not let the Love die
                                                              Do not disgrace the love that We shared by allowing it to be lost
                                                there is another that can experience the joy and laughter that We had together
                                                              And so I say to You:
                                                              "pass it along" Dear Friend
                                                              REMEMBER THE LOVE

Hi! My name is Daryl!

The Story of my Life!

[Nov. 1988 - Sept. 1997]

Hi! My name is Daryl! My A.K.C. name is "Mydee’s Little Boy," after my father "Midas the

Golden Touch." I am a Great Pyrenees, which is one of the "Big White Guardian" breeds! I was born

way out in Colorado at the Ripples kennel, owned by a lady named Mary Milliken. I only weighted

somewhere around one pound at birth, but boy did I grow! Full grown, I reached 153 pounds!

At twelve weeks, I flew to my new home clear across the country to Florida, to live with my new

parents, Pam and Larry Croy. They had never been owned by a Great Pyrenees before, but I learned

later that they had "studied" my breed for almost nine years, visiting kennels and dog shows to learn

about my kind.

Boy, were they in for a surprise! My first night, I screamed, howled, and barked until I was hoarse. I

missed my litter mates! I had plenty of toys, but I was still lonely. No one got any sleep that night.

Or for several nights to come! Well, things settled down, and I found out that I really liked my new

home. There were so many things to learn, taste, and explore! Of course, my new mother was not

pleased when I started teething on her NEW china cabinet. Shortly there after, I learned that I was

enrolled in something called "Obedience School." My mother and I went every week, and practiced

every night at home. At the finish of the school, I was shocked to learn I had won First Prize in

Obedience! Boy was I proud!

After I finished Obedience School, my mother took me to visit the local Humane Society to check

out their "Pet Therapy" program. The people there liked me, but they were afraid I was TOO BIG, and

that I couldn’t be lifted up to the patients so that I could "visit" with them. They also were

concerned that I might scare the patients. After a lot a talking by my mother, they decided to give

me a chance, and soon learned that my size also had some advantages. I could walk up to a bed,

and be petted on the head, without the patient straining to reach down to me. I could also stand next

to a wheel chair, and still rest my head in the patient’s lap. I even gave some of these patients

rides. My mother would tie my leash to the wheel chair’s arm, walking along side of me to set

the pace, and I would pull the patient along. They really enjoyed this!! Oh, the gleeful sounds they

made.

My mother also took me to the Girl’s Club several times, where we would set upon the stage,

and she would talk about the "responsibility of owning a dog!" Once she finished, all the little girls

would gather around to pet me. I had learned to lie down so that my size would not scare the

children. They had nothing to fear because little girls and women had a special place in my heart. No

harm would come to them while I was around!

Time passed, with many more visits to nursing homes and schools, and even some parades so that I

could be admired. I started moving a little slower, and I wanted to sleep later and longer. I started to

get aches and pains, especially in my hind legs. Mother would talk sweetly to me, while she slipped

a Bufferin down my throat for my aching bones. I started to act jealous of any other dog that I felt

was getting more attention than I, and I would never let her out of my sight! One night, after dinner, I

lay down on my soft blanket and went to sleep. When I awoke, I was in a beautiful meadow, full of

flowers, and a big bridge that led up into the clouds. All of my doggie friends were there, but where

were my mother and father? Oh well, I’ll wait! They will be along someday. After all, my mother

always use to say that "If there are no dogs in Heaven, I’m not going!"

[Daryl passed away on September 6, 1997.]

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