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Lorenz (Ren) Agee

(April 20, 1927 – March 12, 2010)
Besides being a husband, father and grandfather. Lorenz (Ren) was a pioneer in the field of pet cremations. He began in 1969, A time when very few took him seriously. He, along with his wife Rose and son Randy, began to teach the pet families of our city, state and maybe even the country how to properly memorialize their special family member. Since that time, it seems as though most services around the United States have followed his model. Ren was a retired Chief Engineer who officially retired from the cremation industry due to illness. Ren left us on Friday, March 12, 2010, for his next journey, I am sure we will be caring for your pets in heaven until you can join them.

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If It Should Be…

If it should be I grow frail and weak,

And pain should wake me from my sleep,

Then you must do what must be done,

For this last battle can’t be won.

You will be sad, I’ll understand

Don’t let your grief then stay your hand,

For this day more than all the rest,

Your love and friendship stand the test.

We’ve had so many happy years,

What is to come will hold no fears,

You’ll not want me to suffer so,

When the time comes please let me go.

I know in time, you too will see,

It is a kindness you do for me,

Although my tail its last has waved,

From pain and suffering, I’ve been saved.

Do not grieve that it should be you,

Who has to decide this thing to do,

We’ve been so close, we two, these years,

Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

(Author Unknown)

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The following was forwarded to us by Ms Morgan, a very kind lady who I had the pleasure of sharing some time and tales with us when we had the honor of caring for her beautiful German Shepherd, “Jo”. We hope that you will like it.

I, SILVERDENE EMBLEM O’NEILL (familiarly known to my family, friends, and acquaintances as Blemie), because the burden of my years and infirmities is heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my last will and testament in the mind of my Master. He will not know it is there until after I am dead. Then, remembering me in his loneliness, he will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask him then to inscribe it as a memorial to me.

I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property. They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain the objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my faith. These I leave to all those who have loved me, to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me most, to Freeman who has been so good to me, to Cyn and Roy and Willie and Naomi and — But if I should list all those who have loved me, it would force my Master to write a book. Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near death, which returns all beasts and vanities to dust, but I have always been an extremely lovable dog.

I ask my Master and Mistress to remember me always, but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in their happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain. Let them remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and this I owe to their love and care for me), now that I have grown blind and deaf and lame, and even my sense of smell fails me so that a rabbit could be right under my nose and I might not know, my pride has sunk to a sick, bewildered humiliation. I feel life is taunting me with having over-lingered my welcome. It is time I said good-bye, before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me. It will be sorrow to leave them, but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What may come after death, who knows? I would like to believe with those of my fellow Dalmatians who are devout Mohammedans, that there is a Paradise where one is always young and full-bladdered; where all the day one dillies and dallies with an amorous multitude of houris, beautifully spotted; where jack rabbits that run fast but not too fast (like the houris) are as the sands of the desert; where each blissful hour is mealtime; where in long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams, remembering the old brave days on earth, and the love of one’s Master and Mistress.

I am afraid this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect. But peace, at least, is certain. Peace and long rest for weary old heart and head and limbs, and eternal sleep in the earth I have loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best.

One last request I earnestly make. I have heard my Mistress say, “When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one.” Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me in the family, now she cannot live without a dog! I have never had a narrow jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good (and one cat, the black one I have permitted to share the living room rug during the evenings, whose affection I have tolerated in a kindly spirit, and in rare sentimental moods, even reciprocated a trifle). Some dogs, of course, are better than others. Dalmatians, naturally, as everyone knows, are best. So I suggest a Dalmatian as my successor. He can hardly be as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome as I was in my prime. My Master and Mistress must not ask the impossible. But he will do his best, I am sure, and even his inevitable defects will help by comparison to keep my memory green. To him I bequeath my collar and leash and my overcoat and raincoat, made to order in 1929 at Hermes in Paris. He can never wear them with the distinction I did, walking around the Place Vendôme, or later along Park Avenue, all eyes fixed on me in admiration; but again I am sure he will do his utmost not to appear a mere gauche provincial dog. Here on the ranch, he may prove himself quite worthy of comparison, in some respects. He will, I presume, come closer to jack rabbits than I have been able to in recent years. And for all his faults, I hereby wish him the happiness I know will be his in my old home.

One last word of farewell, Dear Master and Mistress. Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also with happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long happy life with you: “Here lies one who loved us and whom we loved.” No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.

Tao House, December 17th, 1940

Pippin was a big, little guy. He was loved by all who met him. We will miss him very, very much. – His loving family.

To all my friends and fellow pet owners:

I lost my faithful, loyal, loving little Schatz on Saturday, June 23rd, 2007. I took her to the vet thinking she would get some pills for the wheezing sounds she was making when she woke up. I thought I was taking her to get some pills for congestion. They found a very large tumor filling her chest cavity. Her blood work indicated she was anemic, and with a low red blood count suggested the tumor was seeping and her 50/50 chance of recovery went from 50/50 to may not making it thru the surgery. A long, hard recovery would have faced her due to the size of the tumor and the transfusion she would need IF she made it. The vet was doubtful given the blood workup. The choice was obvious, but difficult. I chose to hold her to the end rather than take the chance of leaving her there, scared, and putting her through a surgery she most likely would not have made it through. I didn’t want her last moments not to be with me and feeling safe and loved. She was a great dog, and always made me laugh. If I was trying to program the VCR, her head was between me and the instructions. She probably figured it out before me. She was fast and a great little hunter. I saw her catch a sparrow in flight. She brought me a dead squirrel (which I think Earhart may have helped her with). She also caught a very large rat (about the time Canal Street was dug up for the new streetcar line.) She adored me and was always happy just to be where I was. She moved with me to Kenner, Lakeview, Atlanta, back to Lakeview, evacuated to Memphis, Houston and back to the Northshore. She went on vacations to Florida with me and to Yappy Hours at Jefferson Seed, Barkus and some of the earlier Schnauzer Walks. She wore costumes for parades, Halloween and the Jefferson Feed parties. She was a great sport. She defended me when the 12 -14 year old boys from next door would jump the fence to get their basketball and kick at her. We were quite the pair, she nipping at their heels while I ran after them with my broom when they started kicking at her! She always made me laugh. She would blow kisses at me early in the morning and sit at my feet all day, or follow me from room to room when I worked at home. She loved Schnitzel and was starting to even like Meaux, playing with him and chasing him to remind him who was still the boss. She was with me almost 15 years. I shared a little more than 25% of my life with her. She was my Schatz girl with ears as soft as velvet. She was never sick and for that I am grateful. I am grateful I had the opportunity to hold her there at the end instead of coming home and finding her already gone and wondering if I could have done anything for her. I am attaching two photos of her when she would go under the Plumbago Bush and come out with flowers sticking to her. I made them into a little crown and called her my little Bavarian Princess! I will miss her with all my heart. –Colleen

Sir “Bubba” Gage Belala – Feb. 14, 2000-Nov. 20, 2007
To a wonderful and loving child, best friend, companion, protector, travel buddy, Sugar, Pooh-bear, Hambone, and the love of my life! We miss you and will never forget your unique personality and the laughs you gave us! Everyone thought you were beautiful and fun! You will be Forever missed and loved: Momma, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Rhonda, Erica, Kristi and Mrs. Paula for allowing your birth. The others you have loved: Nanny, Uncle Mike, Mrs. Linda, Mr. Mike, and Ms. Jaimie. Aunts: Staci, Brandi, Dolores, Cathy, Tania, Beth, Christie, Phatema, Stephanie, Rhonda-Jo, Angela, Andrea and April. Uncles: Shannon, Patrick, and Phil. Have fun at the Rainbow Bridge! I Love You soo Much Sweet Boy! My life is different without You! Hope to see you again one day!
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Cesar 1996 – 2007
Your beautiful face. Your gentle nature. Evening walks together — cute little white paws stepping delicately in the grass. Goodnight kisses and early morning hugs. True love shining bright in your eyes. I miss you desperately, Cesar, and I love you so very much. You made me happy every single day and I will never, ever forget you. Love Always, Pam

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Today, February 15 2008, my best friend took his last truck ride. He love to ride in the truck. Bear has been my faithful companion for over 15 years. His love has always been there for me and it has been unconditional. I could not have asked for more than he gave me. Bear, you have been a special companion and I love you so very much. I will always love you. You have been my heart and remain there forever. We will always be together. While mourning your passing, we cerebrate your life. Bear is survived by myself, his mama Dulce who he loved so much, his canine brothers; Charley, BeBe, Champ and, Spotty, and love birds Sylvester and Splaylay.

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Today, May 7 2008, my best friend Charley took his last truck ride. Like Bear who passed on in February, Charley loved to ride in the truck. Charley was a wonderful companion for 11 and ½ years. Charley was a healthy, happy little dog but when Bear passed, it was almost as if he gave up wanting to live. Congestive heart failure and a stroke did the rest. Charley, you are a special little dog and you are very much missed. I will always love you. Charley has crossed the Rainbow Bridge to be with Bear and they wait patiently together to be joined by all their loved ones and friends. Someday we will all be together again. Charley is survived by myself, his mama Dulce, his canine brothers; BeBe, Champ and, Spotty, and love birds Sylvester and Splaylay.

Brady, you were so very special and so very loved. We want you to know that you will be with us forever.
We love you. – Your family.
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Sasha, my Little Love , may you be in peace surrounded by the love I send to you. I will miss you and I will love you forever. You will always be with me in my heart and in my soul. Until we meet again, Blessed Be.

Tia, you will always be my angel you were my world. You filled our lives with joy and we will miss you forever.
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Elvira’s Duck
Elvira, everything I could have asked for and more – your were a wonderful gift to my life.

In Memory O Tooti Schroeder — DOB 9/03/1992 – DOD 2/25/2008

May she lay in Peace and continue to stay close until we can see each other again! -George Schroeder
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PHOEBE – 03/8/05 – 03/19/08
I thought I rescued you but it was truly you who rescued me. I miss you terribly…..til me meet again my little sweet pea. Mommy loves you!

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Diana,

My Princess 4/1/04 – 3/28/08
Your life was cut short so I didn’t have enough time with you. I miss you everyday and I asked my daddy in heaven to take care of you for me. I told Ashton that you have angel wings now and that you will watch over him always.

We Love You Fat Kitty, Mom, Dad & Family

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Zu Zu – Nov. 1991 – April 2008

In extreme loving memory of my little Precious Zu Zu Petals. I will miss you everyday and every night. Never will a day go by without me thinking of you and what we shared together. Until we hug, kiss and play again, I will carry you always close to my heart. You will always be my little Gee Gee forever…..

Always, Mama Mishell Hoffman

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Beautiful Pixie our little darling, we will miss and always love you.

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We love you Damion. (Our little cajun dog)

Such a big part of our life is gone. We will miss you always. Love you Mommy and Daddy!

Your were a very special little love. You will

remain in our hearts forever. Love from us all.

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My darling Blanche, I miss you so much. I know the two loves of my life are together again, But I miss you both so much. Hugs and Kisses always from Mom.

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Laddie

Your eyes clothes my heart in joy

Your smile torches my soul to life.

You more than raged against the dying of the light

You faced it and went bravely into that dark unknown

With your head held high and legs firmly planted to the ground

As you look your last breath.

I wish you could tell me

What happened next,

Are you okay?

Until then Best Friend, Laddie, my boy Rest.

Close those sweet cacao eyes

And gently nestle around the warmth,

Play, jump, bark, run, and live again

For truly you are it doggie heaven!

And wait for my loving embrace

When we meet again, Laddie my boy.

1997-2007
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Our Precious Angel, Milo. Our hearts still ache in sadness and secret tears still flow, what it meant to lose you, no one will ever know. With love and hope from your family who misses you so.

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In loving memory of Rocky Berggren. We love you sooo much and miss you a lot. We only had you for six years but that was the best six years ever!!! We wish you have never gotten sick but atleast now you are in a lot better place. We love you and miss you soooo much Rocky. R.I.P ROCKY Love Mom, Dad, Harry, and Ashley

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To My Little Candy-bear (12/97-3/22/08),

You made your Momma so happy. You brought sunshine to some of the darker days. I loved to come home to see the cutest little face. Your were always so glad to see me. We found each other when we needed someone the most. I just wish I had you longer. I know that I will see my Teddy Bear again one day.

Loved and missed much by Momma and canine sister, Sissy.

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Sadly Missed by her whole family, including her 5 feline family members. Rest in peace Boots, we love you.

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Bubby – October 1994 – April 2008

The only companion in my life that was loyal, protective and comforting. You always made me feel safe, even when you weren’t feeling good. You lived a long, happy life. Chanse and Shadow are missing you, even though you always ate their cat food. Jamie (your neighbor & caregiver) will never forget you. Jessica & Trey are hoping you are keeping Dawson company. You will always be a part of my family history and I will remember you forever.

Love, Momma

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Schultz Nicholls-MacLain – 10/23/92 – 4/30/2008

“You will always be our little angel”