07/05/2026
Remembering the ones we’ve lost
Pet sitting might be a sideline for me, but it’s always been more than that. Growing up with dogs all my life, it was a way for me to feel “home” again. In looking after them, I didn’t just find pets; I formed real relationships with the dogs and their owners. This post is a tribute; a remembrance of their quirks, their unique characters, and the brief time we spent together
Findik: A senior dog who, despite his mobility slowing down, was still so friendly and active in his own way. He actually taught Leo how to be a dog! He was happiest outside, sniffing the grass and just breathing in the fresh air.
Rennie: He was our regular. He was so deaf that you could literally vacuum right in his face and he’d never wake up. He had the best quirks, sudden bursts of energy to play, and he loved nothing more than sniffing other dogs’ butts.
Neca: A senior soul who was just “zen.” She was so content just walking alongside you and was always ready for a Puppuccino. Such an easy, friendly girl.
Teddy: A rescue with a terrible past. Even though he had a hard time trusting people—especially men—he was one of the sweetest, fluffiest, and friendliest pups. He just needed a little extra understanding and patience.
Lucy: Another senior I used to house-sit for. She was so feisty and independent she had her own daily walking route—she didn’t even need a leash. She knew her way, the neighborhood knew her, and she owned those streets.
All these dogs were so deeply loved and lived the lives they deserved. They say grief is the price we pay for love, and I guess that’s something we are all willing to pay. ❤️