08/26/2025
In memory of Pixie who crossed over the Rainbow Bridge July 3, 2025. Our sympathies go out to the Dawn Hartman. It was an honor to be asked to care for your baby during this difficult time.
PIXIE HARTMAN
2010 – July 3, 2025
In Loving Memory of Pixie, lovingly called “Pixie Poodle” (2010 – 2025)
In 2010, before the move to Oklahoma, a tiny kitten with a curious gaze and soft paws found her forever home. She was named Pixie, though in time she became just as well known by her affectionate nickname, Pixie Poodle. From the moment she arrived, she brought with her a quiet joy that would span fifteen cherished years.
Pixie had a way of making the ordinary feel extraordinary. Her purr was not loud, but soft and squeaky, a gentle hum that carried warmth and comfort. She would often drape herself on the edge of a chair or couch, her front legs dangling as if she had all the time in the world to simply be near. And when she lay across a shoulder, those same little legs would dangle there too—always relaxed, always trusting, always close.
Her quirks became part of the rhythm of home. She would dip her paw delicately into her water bowl and then lick it clean, the same way she would reach for a glass of milk or a bowl of ice cream. She even joined the dogs in begging for food, sitting alongside them with her own gentle insistence, reminding everyone that she too deserved a taste of life’s treats.
Throughout her years, Pixie shared her world with other beloved animals. She cuddled closely with her dog sister Zoey, who passed in 2016, and was preceded in death by her cat brother P.J. Butter and dog brother Copper. Though they are gone, they remain part of her story, just as she is part of theirs.
Today, four dog siblings—Rufus, Bart, Piper, and Sydney—remain behind, carrying the quiet absence of her gentle presence. Yet above all, Pixie’s truest and deepest bond was with her person, the one who was her family from beginning to end.
For fifteen years, Pixie Poodle was a soft heartbeat in the home, a steady presence through change, a source of comfort, laughter, and love. Her memory will linger in every quiet room, in the sound of a squeaky purr, in the gentle dip of a paw into water, and in the countless small ways she made life brighter.
Rest well, sweet Pixie. You were, and always will be, deeply loved.
“A gentle pawprint left forever on Dawn’s heart, with little legs always dangling nearby.”
