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With love and gratitude to Nancy, Joyce and Dotty.
Borderzone Grace My Soul aka The Princess Annie


August 1991- February 29, 2008

November 27, 1988 - December 10. 2004
August 27, 1993 – March 3, 2008

10/31/95 - 12/31/07

December 25, 1990 - March 11, 2006



1998? - August 2006

March 2, 1990 - April 27, 2006
11/30/89 - 9/17/04
3/26/89 - 7/8/02

12/25/94 – 11/20/05


October 28, 2000 - June 3, 2005

1992- October 2004

1/19/89 - 5/30/05


August 1986 - June 27th 2004


August 2000(?) - August 31, 2001


? - July 2001


Adopted 10/87 (Approx. 1-1/2 to 2 years old) - 6/21/99


May 24, 1994 -January 26, 2001

Miss Oso

3/1991 - 4/2001


? - 2000


February 1987 - 2000



April 6, 1985 - October 19, 2000


April 6, 1985 - August 10, 1997



Many of these beloved animals are represented on separate pages, some with moving tributes and poems. Click on the links to visit those pages.

Thank you for your donations, in memory of your beloved pets, for the work of Bro and Tracy Animal Welfare, Inc. that we may help other
animals experience the love that you and your animals have shared.



The Last Will & Testament of an Extremely Loved Dog

I, Silverdene Emblem O'Neill (familiarly known to my family, friends, 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 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 objects they have not.

There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my loyalty. These I leave to all those who have loved me, especially to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me the most.

I ask my Master and my 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 overlingered 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 a 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 that there is a Paradise. Where one is always young and full-bladdered. Where all the day one dillies and dallies. Where each blissful hour is mealtime. Where in the 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 that this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect. But peace, at least, is certain. Peace and a long rest for my 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, she cannot live without a dog! I have never had a narrow, jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good. My successor can hardly be as well loved 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 He can never wear them with the distinction I did, 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. 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. I will always love you as only a dog can."

by Eugene O'Neill 1940