Fluke's Aftercare

07/02/2025

To YOU, Fluke's Family! Look at what you've inspired! Let me explain. What you see pictured is what some Fluke Family members have generously bequeathed in their own furangels memory. Items to share with other remaining furbabies at home when you've lost a furangel of your own. Beneficiaries have already enjoyed new and unopened food, clean crates, litter and new or gently used collars and leashes left behind.

I've stored these items in totes up until now as I searched for the perfect way to offer these free-to-you items. This week I found it. When I told the woman who was selling the hutch what my intention was for it, she even returned some of my money because she loved the idea.

It's our wish that you do too. There, of course, is no charge to take what you can use. No obligation WHATSOEVER to bring/leave anything.

Nows where you guys come in. What should we call this? I thought of Fluke's Family Pantry but something about it sounds off. Any suggestions appreciated! Now, without further ado, here are photos. Sending you all hugs and hope that you all enjoy a Happy 4th. Remember to keep your furbabies safe during fireworks.🙂

06/24/2025

Due to the high temperatures, we will be closed for cremations today. Please, Fluke's Family, stay cool and hydrated. Be sure to keep your furbabies cool and hydrated too. They are wearing a coat in this weather! Also no outdoor playing, car and hot tar. I see at least 3 heat stroke furangels every year. Don't let yours be one of them. Stay safe everyone!

05/30/2025

This is definitely what they would say if they could talk. (Copied from "Some amazing facts")

My dear human, I see you’re crying because it’s time for me to go.
But please… don’t cry.
Let me explain something to you.

I know you’re heartbroken, but I want you to know — I’m not sad. I’m grateful.
Grateful that I got to meet you.
So many dogs never get that chance… to feel loved, to be part of a family, to be someone’s everything.
But I did. I had you.

I know you’re thinking you could’ve done more —
but please don’t blame yourself.
You gave me a home, a name, your time, your kindness, your love.
And that’s more than many ever get.
You gave me a beautiful life, even if it feels like it ended too soon.

We animals, we don’t live in the past or worry about the future — we live in the moment.
And every moment with you was filled with love.
That’s when my real life began… the day I met you.

So please, don’t cry for me.
I leave with a heart full of joy.
I remember your voice, your touch, the warmth of your home — our home.
You were my whole world.

Wipe your tears, and try to smile again.
Because there are others like me, waiting for someone just like you.
Please… give them what you gave me.
They need it, just like I did.
And you? You have so much love to give.

Thank you, my angel without wings.
I’ll be waiting — on the other side of the rainbow. 🐾

𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆:👇

https://epiola.com/top-qualities-of-dogs-that-make-them-mans-best/

05/26/2025

To those who have served and made the supreme sacrifice for our freedom, we offer our most profound thanks on this special day. May their selfless example inspire our current and future generations who now serve, putting it all on the line. And to the families of those lost, we thank you too.

05/18/2025

Yes. THIS.

Some say when a beloved pet leaves this world, they don’t just cross the Rainbow Bridge—they become part of the sky itself.

Their love lingers in the golden streaks of sunrise, the hush of twilight, the way the wind nudges a fallen leaf toward you like a gentle nudge from a paw that’s no longer there. They are the unexpected warmth on your pillow where they once slept, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye that feels almost like them.

They watch over you—not as ghosts, but as guardians. When you ache, they send a breeze to dry your tears. When you laugh, they rustle the trees in celebration. And on the days you miss them most, they paint the clouds in colors you can’t name, just to remind you: love doesn’t end; it changes form.

One day, when the time is right, you’ll hear the familiar jingle of a collar you’d know anywhere. You’ll turn, and there they’ll be—no longer a whisper in the wind, but a thunderous joy, barreling toward you with wings folded, ready to run the rest of the way home.

Copied from the Rainbow Bridge Society

05/14/2025

Very interesting, informative read and very good guidance whichever you choose when "it's time."

Learn about the options, including euthanasia and natural death, and find support for your pet's final days.

04/21/2025

This is why I recommend the other furry family members get to say goodbye also. As sad as this is, they have to grieve too.

04/21/2025

With current events, this came up on my timeline today. Happy to know he felt the same on this subject.

04/20/2025

To Fluke's Family who celebrate, we wish you a very Happy Easter as we imagine our babes in the heavens.

For those who don't celebrate, have a wonderful Sunday! Spring is here!

Thank you for your loyalty and support through the years. We appreciate each and everyone of you!

03/16/2025

I'm sorry to announce that while we were on vacation, I left my phone in a Lyft. We will be also be closed tomorrow, March 17th as there will be no way to reach me and I have to try to reorganize and purchase a new phone.

02/24/2025

It's hard to believe that we are getting close enough for me to appropriately post this now. We will be closed for a rejuvenating vacation from March 10th through March 17th. Families bringing in their furangels the week of March 3rd will receive them the week of our return to work. Thanks everyone!

02/21/2025

Copied From a page called Deep Feelings. I have changed some words to be more appropriate here:

Grief is not a moment. It is not something that fades simply because time moves forward. It lingers, reshapes, and becomes a quiet companion to those who have lost someone they love. The world may expect grief to have an expiration date, to be something that eventually disappears, but the truth is, loss does not just take a pet—it takes pieces of the life that once existed, rewriting the very foundation of who you are.

When someone is gone, the world does not stop. Time continues, people carry on, seasons change. But for those left behind, everything shifts. The places once filled with their purrs, chirps or barks, now echo with absence. The moments once shared now feel incomplete. It is not just their absence that is mourned—it is the loss of what was, the loss of what could have been.

Some may ask, *"Are you still grieving?"* as if the passage of time should lessen the weight of love that once existed. But grief is not something to be outrun, nor is it something to be measured by a calendar. It is woven into the fabric of the soul, a reflection of the depth of love that was once given and received.

Yet, even in the depths of grief, there is resilience. There is a quiet strength in carrying memories, in learning how to live in a world that feels different. Grief does not mean being stuck—it means honoring what was lost while still moving forward. It is proof that love does not vanish. It transforms.

So let grief be. Let it exist without shame. It is not a weakness; it is love continuing beyond loss. Some may not understand, but those who do know that grief is not a sign of refusing to move on—it is a testament to a love that will never fade.