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Memoriam A - G
In Memoriam pages have been arranged alphabetically.
Please look for your dog's name within the below
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was a gal of two coasts who began her days in Prospect Park then traded
the endless winters for the cool sea breeze and beaches of San Diego.
Annabelle was my constant companion; loyal empathetic, insightful, who
possessed a loving presence. She would intercede upon
seeing one dog bully another and was always judicious with her
response. She developed a refined pallet, enjoyed outings, as well as
her couch. I miss her so much.
2003 (?) -2011
my Bullmastiff, who was a rescued therapy dog, died after a long 6
month battle with cancer,. He will be greatly missed by many. He was a
superdog. He brought love, light and happiness to thousands of people.
Archon was rescued from the Brooklyn Animal Care
& Control 8 years ago. He was an hour away from being put to sleep
when I met him and after hanging out with Archon for about 10 minutes,
I decided that he was a giant teddy bear although he was labeled
aggressive and unpredictable.
was certified as a DELTA Society therapy dog and made a honorary "Angel
on a Leash" therapy dog and over the last 8 years, Archon has proved to
be nothing short of a saint. I am deeply saddened by this huge loss
although I have 9 other dogs to comfort me however, I am completely
devastated. Archon will definitely really be missed.
I love you with all my heart Archon. Sweetdreams my angel. I will see
you again in Heaven buddy. You were a really "good boy"! Daddy misses
you soooooooooo much already!!! Thank you so much for being such an
amazing and great friend and soulmate to me Archon. I am eternally
Fair winds and following seas Archon!
Rest in Peace Archon
God in Heaven, please take really good care of my dog Archon.
died autumn 2014
Upon the death of his owner, he returned to Prospect Park for a short time. Peace to both of you.
1997 - May 2009
Our beloved friend Baron, passed on, at the age of 13 years, on Saturday, May 2nd, 2009 after months of increasing illness.
He had many wonderful years of going to the park every day with Robby,
meeting all his friends. Thank you all for the attention and the
cookies Remember him that way, in joy.
Robert and Ricki Davis
2000 - 2013
was exceptionally handsome, regal, sweet, smart and a momma's boy. His
favorite place was home but Prospect Park was a close second, He
enjoyed many memorable years there in all kinds of weather - rain,
snow, heat and cold. Bear loved the park - so many scents to sniff,
different areas to explore, socialization, snow play, swimming, a venue
for his "tricks for a treat" greeting.
was called "the unofficial mayor of the park" in his heyday. One
dogowner would kiss him on top of his head and leave a bright red
lipstick mark each time she saw him. Bear touched many a heart, both
human and canine. I adopted Bear, sight unseen, when he was 1 year old,
fully grown, never been on a leash and in need of a good home. He
became my best friend. Bear gave back just as much, if not more and my
life was better because of him. I'm grateful to have had Bear. I'll
cherish the memories and he'll always be in my heart.
came from a rescue group and truly rescued me. I am grateful for the 11
years of wonderment with Bella. My mourning will pass but the memories
of happier days will remain.
Dylan Thomas, On the Death of A Child : "After the first death there is no other."
FIDO in prospect Park is proud to include Bella's picture and the
eulogy above. Though Bella was an infrequent visitor to our meadows due
to her age, she nonetheless provided comfort and the spiritual support
that empowered her owner as President of the New York Council of Dog
Owner's Groups, to see to it that off-leash became the law of NYC.
2000 - 4:05pm, April 12, 2013
Bliss was our heart & Brooklyn soul - When everyone asked "what
kind of dog?" we always just said he is a Brooklyn Dog. Feisty at
times, loved his pack & most of all his park. Rescued from the
Linden Blvd shelter - he rescued us many times over in his 12 years
with us. His beauty was extraordinary, a magical wolf to many.
We brought Bliss home today where his big white "woof" shadow will forever be in his park.
Please also see the real Bliss in action on YouTube:
Marie Nahikian. Gene Seymour. Chafin Seymour.
09/1994 - 9/11/2009
was a wondrous gentle old soul even when young. Boo was wisdom,
serenity and radiance. Never greedy, never complaining, never
was the universe manifesting Love: Darkness become Light. Where Boo
passed, smiles blossomed. The chance to spend a bit of time with him as
my teacher and my great love was the most fantastic blessing. Boo can
never leave me. When awesome blue waves crash into foam on sandy
shores, there he'll be. When blizzards blow pure white snow all over
us, there he'll be. Whenever anyone smiles, there he'll be. My Love, my
Boo, my everything: Thank you for rescuing this poor stray woman with
your great great love
passed away a few months shy of 16 on September 11, 2009. He rode to
the Peninsula in his red wagon the day before he died and lay in the
long cool grass surrounded by dog and human friends. He was happy.
Bosco (April 11, 2006 - February 25, 2011)
passed away after a six month battle with a brain tumor. A fine
companion, he often travelled with me to Californa. He was affectionate
(on his terms... well, he was French), expressive, energetic, playful,
vocal (surpisingly so!) and though he loved to dive into a scuffle, was
never one to start a fight. I was proud to be your Dad Bosco, you drew
a fan club wherever we went. I miss you terribly, little boy - there
will never be another like you.
Age: ~2 year 9 months
boy Bo’s’n, a handsome lion-headed pitbull-mix, found his way into my
life by a circuitous path: a friend and fellow pitbull advocate in New
Mexico had information that a dog named “Spenser” was at the high-kill
NYC Animal Control after he and his brother “Jacob” had been left tied
up in a building lobby. I failed to rescue Spenser in time; but on the
morning Jacob was to die, I pulled him minutes before the shelter’s
adoption website shut down and the day’s killings would begin.
I loved him from the moment I saw him bounding down
the shelter’s hallway toward me; he knew I was his person and he was
home. If I had worried about how he would get along with my grumpy 13
year-old Tahnee, it was needless because they were fast friends. So
began what I thought would be a long adventure. I named him
Bo’s’n—short for boatswain—a naval officer in charge of the ship’s gear
and the lads.
was a head-turner, inspiring smiles all around. Elegantly athletic, he
had a passion for the hunt and a heart for play. He loved children,
often attending to them with a look of concern, giving truth to the
saying that pitbulls were “nanny dogs.” To me, he was my prince,
comforting me through the deaths of Tahnee and my father, sweetening
life’s everyday disappointments with his loving demeanor.
fatal illness took me by surprise; he was barely 3 years-old. In his
last days, no longer eating, his insides in tatters, he gallantly
sustained himself on his animal spirit alone, still hunting for
squirrels, still looking regal. In his last hour, we walked through the
park where he took in every moving thing, where a pallid little boy
suddenly appeared asking to pet him and just as suddenly disappeared,
where a pair of teenage girls hugged him, where people smiled to see
him. In the short time Bo’s’n was mine he gave me the gift of courage
and camaraderie, and I gave him a name and a story.
Good night, sweet Prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Czerny & George
1999 - dec 2012
cried and Bouba George danced with joy when we encountered the Long
Meadow in October of 2006. Our lives had been in Mississippi and Texas,
so when we encountered off leash after two long months of only leash,
we were beside ourselves! :)
I once lost him at the long meadows. It was right after July 4th and he
had found the picnic tables around the band shell (I can only presume
he was trying to get back home after being separated from me, or maybe
he just remembered where the good food was!). I was completely hoarse
by that point when I saw Bouba in the shadows, and he saw me, he
response seemed to be, "Where HAVE you been? I've saved the best day
old left over chicken for YOU!!!!" Don't you worry, we were back at the
Long Meadows the next week. We went every Sunday morning, and every
Wednesday night. He, of course, is my One True Dog. 17 faithful years.
Will Always miss you.
January, 2000 - Septembert 2012
It was on an especially icy
afternoon, January 14, 2000, that I saw her running back and forth in
an empty parking lot along the Bronx reservoir, desperately looking for
the people who drove her there and left her. I called to her; but,
miserably preoccupied, she ignored me. I continued following her for a
half hour until I found her curled up in a corner chewing her foot in
despair. Unfamiliar with dogs, I approached her tentatively; but when
she licked my hand, I knew we would be friends. Two months later,
Brandy had 7 puppies. The tan puppy is now my Tahnee.
Brandy was a winsome dog. She brought me laughter and companionship.
She taught me patience and sociability, qualities in which I was
limited. She introduced me to new friends, of which I had but few. The
last 6 months since Brandy's diagnosis of kidneys failure have been
difficult but precious. She was brave and cooperative throughout, never
causing more trouble than she had to. She left me the night of
September 3, 2012--softly, gently, on the the wings of that huge golden
butterfly I saw from my window that morning.
Czerny Auyang & George Kerasiotis
2003? - Oct 18, 2014
was named "Fluffy" at the shelter, and his bio had listed, among other
things, "OP, FP", where P stands of Possessive. To the contrary, he was
the most gentle and loving dog we could imagine. We were awakened one
evening when Brian had gone through our garbage in the kitchen and
brought a container of food back to our bedroom - something so good had
to be enjoyed in our company.
We have been so blessed to have Brian in our family, and we will miss him dearly.
a stick nor a log
That this dog
Couldn't consume on the spot...
If the Good Lord happens to be in need of a brew:
Putney was well versed in opening refrigerators
and fetching a beer. His services will be sorely
see her was to believe her - big of body, big
of heart; she was truly a giving companion...
they belong together...
Passed Friday, July 1, 2011
She was 14-1/2 years old.
came into our lives by accident when our older son was 7 years old. We
were at North Shore Animal League looking for a kitten for him, and we
were told it was "not kitten season." Instead we came home with an
adorable fuzzy orange puppy.
our younger son was born prematurely, Charlotte was curious and
confused at first about what this new thing was in the house. But she
quickly realized this new thing was very important to us, and so she
guarded it. She did not let him out of her sight, and slept under his
She's been a wonderful watchdog and friend. We all miss her very much.
10/21/1996 - 2/9/2009
is a simple note to thank all of you for being there for my sweet
Wheaten, Chaucer, for all of his eight years living with Addisons, and
the 6 years before. I don't know what I would have done if I had not
found you those many years ago.
He was diagnosed in November of 2001 and after living in New York with
the lost due to the events of September 11, 2001, life became even more
treasured. My dog helped two children who had lost an Uncle in the
World Trade Center - cope, - he helped many of us cope, so when this
illness threatened his life we gained some strength from watching him
He has been through many ups and downs; most recently in 2008, Chaucer
had the removal of a large tumor but he made it through with his
doctors crowning him their "miracle dog". They even stopped the
surgery, to take photographs because the tumor was the size of a melon
and yet he seemed happy just to be alive.
Unfortunately in the last few months, my buddy became allergic to his
steroid medication and although we tried many things his body went into
renal failure. I learned so much from this experience, and my decision
to love an animal with Addison's has kept my entire family healthy - we
have changed our diets and have incorporated many health regiments
because of this experience.
most of all, and especially in this time of a troubled world, we have
watched Chaucer wag his tail even when his body was too weak to rise,
or rest his head upon my hand to let me know that things will be
alright - so hope became the order of the day! After his thirteen years
and four months by my side, Chaucer has now gone to be with my mother
who also loved him. I never knew I could love an animal so much, even
enough to know when to ease his pain.
It was simply his time to leave... God likes it simple.
my heart is heavy, I want you all to know how much good you do - just
by being there for each other, for our furry friends... for me. Thank
May you all have great joy and much favor for deciding to take this journey of love.
Peace and blessings
Denise with my buddy Chaucer in spirit
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,
And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,
To distant shrines well known in sundry lands.
And specially from every shire's end
Of England they to Canterbury wend,
The holy blessed martyr there to seek
Who helped them when they lay so ill and weak
from Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales
Chloe visited Prospect Park daily
from July 1990 until she moved to VT in June
1999. Some friends may still be found there.
My most compatible and constant friend. She
was known for her frequent and long searches for
garbage throughout the park! She ate voraciously
right up to the end. My sweet puppy.
You were my
constant companion for 14 years. A street puppy in Macedonia, I fed you
and took you to the vet but I didn’t want to adopt you at first. When I
saw someone kick you, I decided to take you home with me.
In addition to Macedonian, Croatian and Serbian pet passports, you held
the coveted European Union one, which allowed us to travel freely
throughout Europe. You were chipped for both sides of the Atlantic
because once I committed myself to taking care of you, I didn’t want to
lose you. When it was time for me to come home to NYC, there was no
doubt you would join me. Even though I am a daughter of Astoria, I
chose to live in Brooklyn so that we could enjoy beautiful walks in
Prospect Park together.
You were taken
from me suddenly. My heart is broken. My only consolation is that you
have an eternal supply of butterflies, sunshine and squirrels where you
are now. When my time to leave this earth comes, it will be I who runs
Stephanie V. Grepo
June 1995 - August 2008
girl of the north country, Daisy was born of a chance encounter between
a Nova Scotia Tolling Retriever father and a Golden Retriever mother in
Columbia County, NY.
She picked our family to join after we accepted a neighbor's invitation
to "take a look" at the new litter. For 12 years she was Gerry's
constant running companion in Prospect Park and the country roads
around Kinderhook, NY, becoming a familiar canine friend to many of the
early morning regulars in the park.
could hear the pop of a beer can or bottle from anywhere in the house,
knowing it was treat time for her also. A lover of music of all kinds
(classical, jazz or rock), she invariably positioned herself in the
sweet spot between the hi fi speakers. Daisy was an exemplary dog in
every respect and her memory is etched forever in our hearts and minds.
Grace and Gerry Sun
still aware of your paw steps behind me; that flicker
of your shadow through the patches of light between
trees. I whisper that it's all right to leave me;
but I know you never will.
enjoyed foraging grass and dandelion roots in Prospect
Park daily from Feb 1991 until she moved to VT
in June 1999. Cute but aloof, everyone loved her
ears! Daphne missed Chloe (died previous July)
and grieved for her sister, exacerbating a heart
condition, although she left us before she was
in distress. My cutie girl!
away June '03
We fell in love the minute I rescued her from
the shelter -
From the first second she was usually inside
and forever she will always be inside my heart.
cool, calm and collected, Denali brought joy to countless patients as a
therapy dog working at New York Methodist Hospital and the Brooklyn VA.
He was at my side every morning in Prospect Park, the constant
optimist; where every day was going to be a mini-adventure - and it
was. It doesn't get any better than that.
Sleep in peace, sweet boy...
Bob, Jane, Katie & Jenna
March, 1993?, July 28, 2005
Dinah, the grey chow chow, spent the past 12+
years enriching our lives. She taught us
that a creature on 4 legs could get us to fetch,
open doors to the garden constantly, walk her
at all hours of the day, shovel ice and snow
when it was freezing out.
She taught us patience, tolerance, and
unconditional love. She gave us the same
I had the pleasure of walking her the most.
Because of her, I started meeting many of the
people who stroll thru the neighborhood at 6:45
a.m. 8:30 a.m. 1:30 pm, 4:00 pm, 6 pm and 10
pm. I met people with dogs, repair people,
homeless people, and more. We were all
united in our love of dogs. In addition
to meeting the neighbors, being with Dinah, I
also got a chance to observe nature and see many
sunrises, sunsets, starry skies, leaves changing
color, and crispy fall mornings.
Dinah had many likes: hanging around the
backyard, digging up my plants, being in the
middle of everything when we were in the kitchen,
eating liver, and snow.
She had her favorite route when she walked; down
Court Street to the pet store to drink the water
and try to eat the cat food. She liked
lying in puddles, sleeping on cool tile floors,
and eating pretzels and cheese and riding in
the car. Her joy in rolling in the
snow and in sand would make everyone smile
She also had many dislikes: having her
picture taken, lightening, truck and bus noise,
Mostly she hated being alone and went through
years of separation anxiety when left alone. Many
a time we would feel sad leaving her, as she
howled as we left to go to work or to a movie.
Summer heat got the better of Dinah. She
had a tough summer and I’m happy she will
no longer have to endure the terrible summer
I miss Dinah. I know that there will
be another chow chow in my future, but it will
never compare to Dinah.
*A little boy thought she looked liked a dark
grey lion-bear.. and she did!
August 1, 2005
7, 1991 - May 13, 2002
there are no dogs in heaven,” Will Rogers
once said, “then I want to go where they
or no, Exley has left me with a lifetime of memories
and friendship…and he did so with others
as well. He left a lifetime of friends wanting
more…and isn’t that the best thing
you can say about anyone?
away February 2012
She greeted each and every one like an old friend - and so they became. Sixteen wonderful years that went by all too quickly. I'll always miss you, sweetest of all dogs.
Friday afternoon we sent our old buddy Finn on his final journey. We miss him very much, but it was his time.
He was about 13 years old, give or take. He was found on the street,
half-starved and with a cracked vertebra. Marcia Kanry, who rescued
him, had a home lined up, but he was such a bundle of nerves and in no
way house trained or leash trained, he ended up being another of our
foster failures. And we are grateful for that, as he eventually
mellowed into a friendly, happy dog.
And when I say "bundle of nerves", that meant
working for three months to be able to pet his ears and almost a year
to run our hands down his body. Drying him with a towel took even
longer and he never would let anybody, even me, get close to him with
anything in the hand. But he was worth the effort.
And so it goes. That Rainbow Bridge place is getting more crowded all the time.
found Francesco on March 3rd,1990. He was an emaciated,
frightened stray with downcast eyes. I couldn't
find him the "perfect" home so he lived
with me and my other dog Boy. In time Francesco
became the most confident dog in the neighborhood.
He was so attached to me many called him "Velcro"...
I called him my little soulmate.When he was diagnosed
with liver disease at 11 years old I did everything
possible but promised him he would never suffer.
On Palm Sunday 2003 I let him go when it became
evident that discomfort had begun for him. I will
always miss him but know he has made it to the
other side. Someone tossed him away...thought he
was worthless but I wouldn't have traded sharing
my life with him for all the money in the world.
March 5, 1993
- May 17, 2006
beautiful, gentle Aussie with a tail.
We had a wonderful 13 year journey
Together through life + love.
a constant partner,
Always a constant friend,
Always a constant source of love & affection.
We shared a bond that lasted life long
To the very end, with love.
will always be part of my heart.
and your best kitties, Sam + Duncan
1 Nov 1999(?) - 26 Jan 2017
was found the day after Halloween 2002, tied overnight to a
lamppost in the Bronx. She was scarred, unsocialized, and wearing
a heavy leather metal-studded vest, like a gladiator—and she was just
that. Fierce, unyielding, determined. I called her my
Braveheart. With her personality quirks, we never thought she
would be able to play off-leash in the park, but eventually she
did—with a ball wedged in her mouth, until her later years when she
finally became a “normal” dog. Athletic and intense, she didn’t
join the other dogs in play but ran furiously around them on the
sideline, then cheered them with her barking; a splendid
swimmer, she loved the Doggie Beach.
was a true exemplar of the pitbull: brainy, devoted, fearless,
obedient. In spite of her undoubtedly sad and shadowy history,
she was a sweet and affectionate girl who loved napping with her people
while sighing soulfully with contentment. To the end, her willful
spirit remained strong but her 17-plus year body was giving up the
fight. At the end, she sighed in my ear telling me that she loved
her life with us and she was grateful.