________________________________________________________ I have dedicated this page to those animals that we have spent our lives with and whom in passing, still touch our hearts with fondness and love.  For a small fee of $2.00, you can create a memorial for your pet that will remain on this site as long as I own the site. If you have a special animal you would like to add to this page, email me your story, be sure to include photos of your pet.  whitehorse@hawaii.rr.com As long as the content is appropriate, I will post them on this page.  I reserve the right to edit any of the material submitted for good grammer and content.  ORDER A MEMORIAL TODAY!  Let others read about how special your pet is by creating a a memorial that is seen around the world.

Kula was a half golden, half yellow lab retriever.  He came to us from the island of Kauai aboard Aloha Airlines.  I remember waiting for his flight but he never made it.  Three hours later, he was coming home.  Scared in his small crate, this was the first time I met and saw him.  I took him out and that frightened puppy no longer existed.  Kula grew up to become a rascal, free spirited, loving dog.  I knew from the beginning he was special.   Kula befriended any person or dog that he came across.  He enjoyed swimming at the beach, playing in the rain and puddles, walking in the neighborhood visiting all his friends along the way, and playing at the park, smelling everything.  Wherever he went, Kula would always be noticed because of his welcoming smile!   After five years of fun, Kula was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and his health started to take a turn.  Kula battled with cancer, a torn ACL, and seizures throughout his remaining years.  He was “bummed” that he could no longer run or go for walks but he still persevered to enjoy his life here with us.  Kula was amazingly resilient and he would always make it easier for us to take care of him.  There were times where we had to help him walk because his legs were too weak.  Somehow we always found the strength and Kula would end up holding his own.  I know the angels were with us through those difficult times and we always made it through together.   Kula appreciated everything that life offered him and in turn he gave us his unconditional love each and every day.  Although his quality of life declined, that rascal part in him never left.  Kula would do little things to make us laugh, even though his energy level was decreasing as he aged.   It was only fitting that we named him Kula.  I had no idea at the time but found out later that in the Hawaiian language, kula is defined as “school” or “golden”.  Kula would shine when the sun beamed down on him, highlighting his golden fur.  He was also intelligent which became apparent as soon as we took him home.  He was so connected to us and always knew what was going on.  Sometimes I thought he was human.  What I will miss most about him is his loving heart.  I miss his hugs and lying by my side, always comforting me.  Kula was a true fighter until his passing on December 30, 2006.  He was 10 years old.    Rest in peace my Big Boy, until we meet again.  You have a heart of gold!  …and will always be in my heart.  Love you always!

In loving memory. . . . This story is about a cat named Samson.  He was a white feral cat with a black spot on his head and a black tail.  He was very rugged looking, with blotches of fur missing and extremely thin.  He appeared one day on my patio refrigerator.  He came asking for help.  I began to feed and care for him.  After several months he trusted me fully and allowed me to pet him as well as pick him up.  He eventualy began to regain his health.    He asked for permission to bring his family to me.  It was granted and he showed up with his "wife" and two children.  All of which were feral cats.  He would bring them everyday to eat and then they would leave.  Eventually he began to live on top of the refrigerator and we nicknamed him the refrigerator cat.  His wife, Samantha came one day asking to have her babies on my patio.  A place was made for her and she gave birth to two cats.   One of them died and the other is still with me.   Samson was a very expressive and talkative cat.   He was an amazing father and serrogate mother for a cat that was abandoned by his mother at a very young age.  He taught him how to hunt, how to play and even allowed him to nurse.  Of course there was no milk, but it was a comfort for an orphaned kitten.   He was highly intelligient and could figure out how to open things and climb in the windows when they were open as little as a 4 inch gap.    Sadly, he was a wanderer and would go places where he should not have been.   He came home one day with a very swollen abdomen.  Samson had been poisoned.  He begged for help, but it was already too late.   When Samson passed on, he told me he would return.    Within 2 weeks of his passing, an orange, feral, male cat appeared on my patio.  I had never seen him before.  He walked onto my patio and sat on top of the refrigerator the same way Samson did.  When it was dinner time he walzed right into the house and headed directly for the kitchen as if he had been there before.  The way he walked and talked brought chills to me as when I looked at him, I didn't see a feral cat, I saw Samson.  He came home to say goodbye and thank me for providing a home for his family and nurturing him.  He was so full of gratitude since he never had experienced love before.  He was still doing his job as a good dad and making sure everyone was going to be alright.   All of the cats behaved as if he was Samson.  They knew what was going on.     This orange cat knew my house, he knew me and my family as well as Samson's family.  He allowed me to pet him and he spoke in the same way that Samson did.  He remained in and around our house for 3 weeks and then one day was gone.    One month later he appeared once again, but this time, he was no longer Samson.  He was a complete stranger.  He would not let us pet him, he acted disoriented and didn't understand what had happened to him.  He would not come in the house at all and would only eat outside when no one was around.  This orange cat has not been seen for about a year now.   Samson had used this cat as the medium to come back to us for that short period of time.  It was quite amazing.  It brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. Samson was unique.  His spirit still comes to visit on occassion.  Two of his children live with me now and his wife, Samantha has a wonderful life with her barnyard friends.  Samson will always be remembered.

In loving memory to a very special horse known as DJ.   Direct Jet, DJ, was born March 1982.  A well built quarterhorse who loved to go on trail rides and was a real ham in the showring.  DJ put his heart and soul into everything he did.  His inner strength kept him noble.   I first met DJ in April 2004. He was standing very peaceful and seemed to know why I was there.   He hobbled out of his stall on 3 legs.  He had been on and off lame in the right shoulder since Aug 2001.  The exam and xrays still left the lameness a mystery.    When I approached him and stood at the right shoulder which had atrophied, I immediately felt grieving.  I turned to his owner and asked who had passed away.  She said her mother had crossed over last July. I still felt there was more.  Her dog, Mindy had died the same year that DJ developed the shoulder lameness.  She also lost 2 other dogs within 2003 and her horse on the mainland in July 2004. DJ was grieving for his owner.  In his mind, he did not want his most favorite person to suffer.  Instead, he took on the grieving for her.  For him, it was not a sacrifice but a healing, one of great compassion and love. As I continued to work on him and release some of the heavier emotional energies, what was revealed  was truly amazing.   I saw a past life he had as a calvary horse.  He was in a battle and shot in that right shoulder.   He died on the battlefield.  It was an agonizing death as he didn't die immediately.  It took 3 days.  He was left on the battlefield to die alone. The trauma from the past life manifested physically in the present lifetime.  As a result, his shoulder atrophied.  This manifestation was his way of healing the pain, suffering and grief from that lifetime.  He felt he had let his soldier down as his life ended abrubtly.  He was not ready to cross over at that time.   The trauma was so embedded in his cellular memory that its only way out was to re-experience the trauma.   It took several sessions to release the residue left from the traumatic past life.   As the release was experienced, he became bright and peaceful.  He was now a participant in his healing. The next step was to reassure him that his human companion was recovering from her grief and that it was alright for him to let this go.  During this process, he tried extremely hard to put weight on that leg and walk instead of hobbling.  All of us thought for sure he would just walk off.  Sadly, his physical body was damaged beyond repair and would not allow him to take that step.   After much gallant effort, he realized it was time to be released from the physical body.  He had completed his journey. He refused treatment and made his decision.  He gave his love to his human companion as she held him.  This filled the entire stall as we stood in tears and a moment of silence.  He thanked her for all that she had given him.  I turned and looked at his eyes, they were watering.  It was a touching moment.   He said to not feel grief for his passing,  for he would be running up on the hill in his favorite pasture.  He fulfilled his purpose and made a tremedous leap forward on the spiritual level of healing.  His aura glowed.  DJ crossed over July of 2004.  He was 22.  He stood for courage when all others would have given up.  He offered compassion for those who could accept it.  But most of all ,he taught all of us, just how intricate our lives are entwined.   DJ touched the hearts of many and those are blessed to have known him.

_____________________________________________________________________  Duvination, we called him Duvie, left this Earthwalk on May 16, 2005.  He was 31 years old.  Duvie was an amazing horse.  He loved frollicking on the beach and even swimming in the ocean.  Parades were the highlight of his day.  He marched in some famous parades throughout his years.  He loved the attention and glamour.  Duvie was born with knock knees but it never kept him from having fun.  Every where he went people would flock to see this magical horse.  He had an inner wisdom that was silently felt by those who were around him.  He never complained and would try his best to do what he was told.  Very clever was he!  He could open gates and turn on water faucets when he was thirsty or just wanted to play.  As Duvie got older, arthritis kept him from being as social although he soon became the barn mascot and roamed about visiting everyone.  He always behaved himself and the other horses knew he was their senior.  They had respect for him.  He was serrogate mother to his paddock mate, Try Kahala.  Everywhere that Duvie went Try was sure to follow.  His heart was made of gold and despite his own pain or discomforts, continued to offer love and compassion especially to his owner, Carole.   He would not leave this earthwalk until he knew that Carole and Heidi would be okay.  He endured much more than any horse could have and still would greet you with a nicker.  Some days his old body could not move very well but he kept his positive attitude.  When he was ready to leave, he hobbled up to me, dropped his head into my chest and said, "Release me".  With tears in my eyes, he placed his head over my shoulder, nuzzled me ever so gently and said "Thank you".  Duvination will always be remembered for his name is appropriate with a heart that knew nothing else but love.

____________________________________________ Nightwolf has touched my heart in a way that I will cherish.  He was seen roaming my neighborhood for several weeks.  I kept seeing him around and at first thought he was a wild wolf, but then realized he was a domesticated wolf dog.   One day while at my barn, I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned to look and there he was standing, peering out from behind the truck.  He was very cautious and had been watching me for several days.  I caught a glimpse of him and then he ducked back behind the truck.  I continued what I was doing and pretty soon he appeared standing in front of the truck watching me.  I turned and made eye contact with him, recognizing that he was a wolf, standing very still to not alarm him.  Then I saw his love.  He began to wag his tail and slowly approach with head low.  Once he felt safe he asked me if he could make this his home.  It was an instant bond.    I took Nightwolf on long trail rides in the mountains and he was the best scout ever. He would run far up ahead and wait for me scouting the trail and guiding me.  He never tired and was always the best companion.  He was instinctive and retained his wolf keenness despite his domestication. He taught me how to be more sensitive to my surroundings and pay attention to him when he spoke.   One of my fondest memories is returning home from a trail ride with Nightwolf and the first thing he would do was jump into the horse’s water trough.  He would stand there for about 5 minutes enjoying the cool water.    The hardest thing for me to do was when I had to move and could not take him with me because of state laws in regards to wolves.  I found an amazing home for him with another pack of wolves and he fit right in.  He had a good life and was loved by many.    Nightwolf passed on June 18, 2005.  He came to me in my dreams before he passed to say goodbye.  He still continues to meet with me in my dreams.  He touched many hearts while he was here and served his purpose.

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