<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990</id><updated>2009-05-29T06:16:48.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Pines Memorials</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990.post-7627264091569077027</id><published>2009-05-29T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:16:48.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/uploaded_images/Snowy-8-24-08-001-708849-708879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/uploaded_images/Snowy-8-24-08-001-708849-708876.jpg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Hello, this is the third time I've sent this memorial for Snowy and I still don't see it on your website.&amp;nbsp; Could you please put it on?&amp;nbsp; Please explain if you can't.&amp;nbsp; I think she deserves it (they all do).&amp;nbsp; I miss her so much.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Thanks very much.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Teri&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;SNOWBALL&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;S&lt;/STRONG&gt;weet&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;N&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;aughty (at times)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;O&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;bservant&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;W&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;iggle worm (at the vet)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;B&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;oldness&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;lways there for me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;L&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;oveable&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;L&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;ovely&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;SNOWY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;S&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;assy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;N&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;ice&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;O&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;rnery&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;W&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;hite&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Y&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;appy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;May 1, 1993 ~ September 2, 2008 8:00 A.M.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Cremains came home September 5, 2008&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;My heart aches without you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I am lost without you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;It's too quiet here without you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss holding you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you waking me up at 7am.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you crawling under the blankets with me at bedtime.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you laying on my side or on my tummy in bed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you following me around the house looking for food.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you tapping my leg for bites of my supper.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you hissing and growling at your sister, Sara~Kitty.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you snuggling with me on the couch.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you stealing Daddy's chicken.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you walking all over the kitchen counters and table.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you drinking out of the kitchen sink.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you leaving the toilet seat all wet.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you drinking the Christmas Tree water.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you drinking out of my coffee.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you sitting in front of my monitor blocking my view.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you sitting on the magazine right where I was reading.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you begging for my milky and ice cream.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss tripping over you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you 'pounding' on the mattress right before you hop up.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you pushing your nose into my face in the morning.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss your little messes.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss your BIG messes. :-)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss you hissing and growling at your little friends outside.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss your purr.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss your shedding.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss your meow.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss those eyes of yours.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I miss YOU.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Life is very strange at the moment without you. I know in time it will get better, but it's very hard right now. And I have Sara~Kitty to take care of. She won't take your place, of course, but I need to love her still, like I loved, love, you. I am so glad I woke up very early on that last day. I knew I needed to be with you those last two and a half hours of your life. It was the hardest thing I've had to do since Grandpa died, but we both needed it. As you lay there taking deep breaths every few seconds, I prayed to God to take you, as I didn't know if you were suffering or not. I wasn't sure so many times if you had gone or not, but then I could see your little heart still beating. At 8:00 you took your last two very deep breaths, your heart started beating very very fast, then very slow, slower still, then stopped. I knew, then, you went home. I asked Grandpa to take care of you, and I know he will. Until I see you again, stay safe, my little one, I love you so very much.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Mama loves you,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;this I know...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Always and Forever&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;93&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff33ff&gt;^j^&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT size=4&gt;Snowy &lt;FONT color=#ff33ff&gt;^j^&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;08&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face=wingdings color=#ff33ff&gt;v&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG height=1 src="http://webmail.netzero.net/RTE/HTMLRTAImages/clear.gif" width=1 align=absMiddle&gt;Don't cry because it's over.&amp;nbsp; Smile because it happened.&lt;FONT face=wingdings color=#ff33ff&gt;v&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG height=1 src="http://webmail.netzero.net/RTE/HTMLRTAImages/clear.gif" width=1 align=absMiddle&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Please go to &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff33ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;www.theanimalrescuesite.com&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; and VOTE once a&amp;nbsp;day for your favorite Animal Rescue or Humane Society.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351462934347677990-7627264091569077027?l=www.pppmemorials.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/7627264091569077027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351462934347677990&amp;postID=7627264091569077027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/7627264091569077027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/7627264091569077027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/2009/05/snowball.html' title='Snowball'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990.post-9215067456415213057</id><published>2009-03-28T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:29:57.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuffy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/uploaded_images/Tuffy4-797398-797931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/uploaded_images/Tuffy4-797398-797520.jpg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/uploaded_images/Tuffy-798000-798474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/uploaded_images/Tuffy-798000-798106.jpg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tuffy - a big powerful black lab.&amp;nbsp; Tuffy Boy is his registered name.&amp;nbsp; He came to us as&amp;nbsp;the runt of the littler back in January of 2002.&amp;nbsp; A gift to my now husband, for his birthday.&amp;nbsp; They say all labs have a personality all their own.&amp;nbsp; That is Tuffy.&amp;nbsp; He would talk to us when he was tired, hungry or wanted to go outside.&amp;nbsp; Being 116#'s, he was still my lap dog.&amp;nbsp; We have a camper up-north, and he was quickly deemed the "dog of the park", making his rounds every morning to all the campers to say goodmorning.&amp;nbsp; He was a Big Brother to our yellow lab puppy, and wouldn't hurt a flee.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then, on 3-28-09, Tim &amp;amp; I went out to dinner, and came home and sat in the hot tub.&amp;nbsp; All three of out labs always came outside with us, and sat by the tub.&amp;nbsp; (Tuffy a black lab, Sheena a chocolate lab, and Bucky a yellow lab).&amp;nbsp; After sitting in the tub for awhile, I asked Tim who had their nose over my shoulder, he said no one..&amp;nbsp; But, I had felt a nose.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We went into the house with Bucky &amp;amp; Sheena, and I never realized Tuffy wasn't with us.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;little while later, my daugher came home with Tuffy.&amp;nbsp; She had found him on the side of the road.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now I know the nose I felt, was his.&amp;nbsp; Being March with frozen ground, we decided to take him to Peaceful Pines.&amp;nbsp; They were great and understood that I lost a DEAR friend and companiion.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for evreything, and for letting me pour my feelings out.&amp;nbsp; I have had numerous dogs in my life, but, Tuffy is the biggest lost.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget you Buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Love Mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351462934347677990-9215067456415213057?l=www.pppmemorials.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/9215067456415213057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351462934347677990&amp;postID=9215067456415213057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/9215067456415213057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/9215067456415213057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/2009/03/tuffy-boy.html' title='Tuffy Boy'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990.post-4372103929331122861</id><published>2008-02-15T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:12:40.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Flex</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The day I euthanized my dog "Flex" was more  difficult than I imagined it would be. For the past four years, my mother had  taken care of my dog due to a work schedule where I was almost never home. The  care he received in these days and years was better then I could have provided.  This was also the home where he grew up as a puppy. In the last years where it  was decided he would go back home to my mothers house, I did not tell  my&amp;nbsp;mom how much I missed him, but I lived part of his life through my  almost daily phone conversations with her. If not for his inability to stand,  especially when going to the bathroom, and having problems arising from a laying  position, we felt he was in pretty good health for his age. At times it was  probably difficult for my mother to help him up, and he also had a number of  fairly large cysts that may have been starting to give him  problems.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Living in Minneapolis, I had to drive the day of  December 19th, 2007. This gave me plenty of time to reflect, but mostly cry on  this trip. Deep down I knew I was probably doing the right thing, but  it&amp;nbsp;did not make it any easier. My dog had lived much longer than normal  expectancy, and he had been treated very well- especially the treartment from my  mother. As I'm sure you know, or have experienced, the euthanization process  goes fairly quick and at least seems peaceful and painless. It is the moments  post that are so difficult trying to realize the loss of a family  member.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Flex was a very smart dog! Many times he  demonstrated that he knew exactly what you were talking about.Like most dogs, he  knew where his treats were, but he could howl/sing on command, and put his head  down and act like he was sleeping on command. When riding in the car to the  cabin and being sound asleep, he would almost always arise when you were at an  exactdistance a few miles from arriving and get very excited. he would wait  until my mother laid down in bed, and after he thought she was sleeping he would  sneak into the room and mess up the rugs into a certain formation and then lay  down himself. When being lefty alone for a while, he would lay on the couch by  the front window and would pretend to not be looking at the carbacking out of  the driveway, andwhen you started to drive away, then and only then could you  look back and he was looking right at you. He was very gentle and had one  amazing personality, but I was also convinced he would protect my mother from  anything. His intellegence and desire to be with us made it very difficult on  his last day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Over these last years he had a very solid routine  with my mother, therefore he knew it was very odd for me to be home in the  middle of the week at this time. While my mother drove, I sat in the back seat  holding him up so he could breath the fresh cold air. It was a sunny day,  probably in the 20's: I did not mind to suffer a little for something my dog  loved- the cold and snow. It is amazing how a breed can lay outside on the snow  and be content. However, when he wanted to come in, we were always glad to bring  him in and give him a treat. Anyway, holding him in the back seat this day was  the only time I ever saw him shake. After getting him into the vets room, he  managed to slither into a cubby area that had some carts and spare materials. He  did&amp;nbsp;not want to come out and was now angry and showing his big white teeth  I had always brushed, and his power not to move. After calming him and getting  him onto the table for his last moments, my mother and I petted him and each  held one of his paws. He stared into my eyes the whole time.and this is how he  was laid to rest. I will never know what he was thinking or feeling, but I do  know he felt we loved him very much. I did not know what to do with his body. I  had a long drive back to Minneapolis and had to work the next morning, the  ground was very cold, and the option of cremation seemed to be the option I  wantted tyo do. Thank God there are services like the one you provide. Having  vivited your web site post his death , I felt comforted knowing you handled his  body with dignity and honor, and most importantly have allowed my mother and I  to have his cremains with us. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Thank You, Very Much&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Jeff&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351462934347677990-4372103929331122861?l=www.pppmemorials.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/4372103929331122861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351462934347677990&amp;postID=4372103929331122861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/4372103929331122861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/4372103929331122861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/2008/02/my-dog-flex.html' title='My Dog Flex'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990.post-6292072250474243844</id><published>2008-01-25T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:26:17.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willow</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I lost my Willow on Sept.27,2007. After a short,  intense battle with Kidney failure. She was 6yrs. old. &amp;nbsp;I have loved and  lost many dogs over the years but once in a lifetime there comes along a special  friend that is just different. Willow was that special friend for me. She and I  had a connection that was so very&amp;nbsp;unique. Willow was also a certified  Therapy dog and I shared her with many other people. She loved the attention and  would do many tricks to entertain residents and patients. &amp;nbsp;She would  enforce the household rules with the&amp;nbsp;other dogs that lived here and who  came to visit. No one loved you Willow like I did and I miss you every single  day. It has gotten easier but still hurts as I now remember the good times more  than your illness. The hikes up Rib Mt were the most fun for us both. Willow  came to us as a rescue. I rescued her mother and littermates the day she was  born. With every intention of rehoming every one of them something about Willow  was special and she ended up being my best friend. Even if only for a short time  I believe you came to me for a reason. I think you rescued me right  back.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Love always, Mom&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351462934347677990-6292072250474243844?l=www.pppmemorials.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/6292072250474243844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351462934347677990&amp;postID=6292072250474243844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/6292072250474243844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/6292072250474243844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/2008/01/willow.html' title='Willow'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990.post-1876072758176297994</id><published>2008-01-15T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:27:42.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share your story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Email your story to &lt;a href="mailto:MyPetStory@pppmemorials.com"&gt;MyPetStory@pppmemorials.com&lt;/a&gt; with your pet&amp;#39;s name in the subject line to have your pet story or memorial listed on this blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We look forward to hearing all of the wonderful stories that loving pet owners have to share.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351462934347677990-1876072758176297994?l=www.pppmemorials.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/1876072758176297994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351462934347677990&amp;postID=1876072758176297994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/1876072758176297994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/1876072758176297994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/2008/01/share-your-story.html' title='Share your story'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990.post-5411277539004463007</id><published>2007-12-15T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T09:03:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pet loss</title><content type='html'>Gerry and I would like to welcome everyone to our new pet loss blog. I wanted you to be able to have a place to express your feelings and post a photo of your pet. Many clients ask us how long does it take to get over this loss. I guess that would be my question to you. Let us know what you do or how you go on after your pet is gone. What are some things you feel will help others recover from this deep hurt?&lt;br&gt; Sincerely Yours,&lt;br&gt; Gerry &amp;amp; Shirley&lt;br&gt; Peaceful Pines Memorials&lt;div class="AOLPromoFooter"&gt; &lt;hr style="margin-top:10px;" /&gt; More new features than ever.  Check out the new &lt;a href="http://o.aolcdn.com/cdn.webmail.aol.com/mailtour/aol/en-us/text.htm?ncid=aolcmp00050000000003" target="_blank"&gt;AOL Mail&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351462934347677990-5411277539004463007?l=www.pppmemorials.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/5411277539004463007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351462934347677990&amp;postID=5411277539004463007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/5411277539004463007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/5411277539004463007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/2007/12/pet-loss.html' title='pet loss'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990.post-3299788773818538191</id><published>2007-12-06T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:16:51.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We adopted an older Bichon names Snickers from the local Humane Society when our son was about a year old.&amp;nbsp; Snickers became our son&amp;#39;s best friend as he was learning the ropes of moving around and Snickers always looked out for him.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Snickers was prone to bladder infections that ultimately led to his passing.&amp;nbsp;Our son still remembers his first dog almost 4 years later. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A while after Snickers&amp;#39; passing we added a 3 month old Toy Poodle to our family and named her Lizzie.&amp;nbsp; Since our son was a little older, he now looks out for his smaller dog that loves to run around and has more energy than he does.&amp;nbsp; It is great having a pet that our son can learn that something depends on him and how to care for it. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351462934347677990-3299788773818538191?l=www.pppmemorials.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/3299788773818538191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351462934347677990&amp;postID=3299788773818538191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/3299788773818538191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/3299788773818538191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/2007/12/our-pets.html' title='Our Pets'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351462934347677990.post-6473469991893832760</id><published>2007-11-28T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:36:37.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Peaceful Pines Blog</title><content type='html'>Peaceful Pines Memorials is a full service pet memorial park and cremation center located in Mosinee, Wisconsin. We offer a full line of pet cremation urns, caskets, memorial markers and pendants. Our new line of Memorial River Rocks are very popular and an economical way of memorializing your pet. Through recommendations from our clients we have recently developed a new memorial park. Peaceful Pines Family Sanctuary where we provide burial service for you and your pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351462934347677990-6473469991893832760?l=www.pppmemorials.com%2Fblog'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/6473469991893832760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351462934347677990&amp;postID=6473469991893832760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/6473469991893832760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351462934347677990/posts/default/6473469991893832760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.pppmemorials.com/blog/2007/11/welcome-to-peaceful-pines-blog.html' title='Welcome to Peaceful Pines Blog'/><author><name>Peaceful Pines Memorials</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518513994716156081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>