In Memory

 

Pets enrich our lives in many ways. One of the hardest things about your relationship with your companion animal is the end of life and the decisions that accompany that time.

Treuting Veterinary House Calls is committed to helping with these difficult matters and easing the transition. In that regard, we offer “In Memoriam” a site dedicated to animals that have touched our lives, their memory and their story.  Clients are invited to post their animal’s photo and stories. To do so, please click here.

 

 

Trygve's Prayer

9-2-95  --  4-20-06

 

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

 

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

 

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

 

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements.

 

And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.

Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.

 

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.

 

Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

 

And, beloved master, should the great Creator of all see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.

 

Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

 

 

Make Music in Your Dreams

Madame Sandra LaFond

LaFond Conservatory of Music, L.L.C.

 
 
 

Ode to Shasta

 

Her life was saved by those who care

Our homes we opened for dogs to share.

 

Freedom was her middle name

To run untethered was her game.

 

A Husky’s outlook through and through

Independent, crafty, and smarter than you.

 

The more the merrier was her M.O.

A party girl, we all did know.

 

Play hard, rough house, and chase the dogs

She loved to be in the middle of a playing cause.

 

The vacuum cleaner she feared not

She’d rather die than have not fought.

 

Standing strong she battled her cancer

Every day a challenge she bravely answered.

 

Deeply missed but we will always know

Beyond the rainbow is where she will go.

 

The wind in the trees and the ripple in the water

Her loving soul lives in the spirit world yonder.

 

Dfeinman 2005

 
 
Sweet Belle was our first pet who wanted to be with us at all times and wouldn’t let us out of her sight. She didn’t like being alone, and when we first took her on walks she was afraid to even step off the curb. Her apprehension didn’t last long though, and soon she was living life for all it had to offer. She had the energy of a Texas tornado. As a puppy she was constantly begging us to play and during her adolescence she destroyed furniture, several pairs of shoes, and she tore countless holes in the carpet. But by then, of course, she had already stolen our hearts. She was Tom’s study companion as he completed his graduate degree at Texas A&M, constantly badgering him to take breaks from the books for a run at the park. When Tom and Darla moved back home to the Pacific Northwest, she sat stoically in the passenger seat of the U-Haul and refused to let sleep take her from her watch. We couldn’t refuse Belle’s charm and affection, her willingness to play and to please. She was especially tuned into us, always knowing when we needed a comforting doggy kiss or a walk outdoors. Even seven years later during her battle with lymphoma, Belle gave life all she had, every single second. She lost her battle with lymphoma in 2001, yet we know she is still with us. She continues to join us on our walks and sleep at the foot of our bed, keeping us warm and safe.
 
Our much loved "Bess"
Thank you for showing our family so much kindness. This was one of the
hardest days for us, but we feel better today knowing she is at peace.

 -The Price family-
 
“Pootie”

Scarlett “Pootie-Dawg” Baier-Treuting. Pootie, a red female Doberman pinscher, joined Dr. Piper’s life during her undergraduate college and vet school years. She saw to it that Dr. Mike and Piper got married and supervised the cross country move to the Seattle area in 1996. One of her favorite things in life was the game “laser dog” where she would chase a laser pointer light everywhere “hunting” it down. In her older years, she preferred to loll-about in the bright Preston sun and keep her canine siblings, Sam and Woody, in line. Pootie got to meet the Treuting’s first daughter, Quinn, in 1999 before she reached the end of her life. We are especially thankful for that.

“Woody”

Woodstock “Woody” Treuting. Woody, an exotic blend canine (Labrador-mix), grew up with Dr. Mike in Southern Louisiana. Woody saw to it that Dr. Mike graduated from college and studied hard in vet school. During Dr. Mike’s second year of vet school, Woody’s world was rocked by the addition of Sam, a punky young female exotic-blend canine who is the current matriarch canine of the Treuting family. Woody’s passion in life, other than his family, was the M&M’s his grandpa (Dr. Mike’s father) would sneak him. Woody also came to enjoy lolling about in the Preston sun with Pootie and Sam. Woody would speak on command and he loved to clean up the kitchen floor as baby Quinn Treuting was learning to feed herself. Woody passed away on Mother’s Day in 2002 shortly before the Treuting’s learned that they were expecting their second human baby girl.

 
 

“Chatsie”

Chatsie (Shotsie according to Dr. Mike) Treuting. Chatsie, a domestic shorthair cat, joined Dr. Piper and Pootie during their vet school years. Chatsie was one of the first animals that Drs. Mike and Piper operated on under the supervision of the veterinarian Dr. Piper worked for from high school until vet school. Chatsie had broken her leg in a graceful jump down from Piper’s closet in 1994 and it was successfully repaired by the rookie vets. Chatsie learned to tolerate but never overtly love her canine siblings. Much to her dismay, she flew cross country to the Seattle area in 1996 where she quickly learned that it is hard to climb out of Pacific Madrona trees.  Chatsie enjoyed snoozing more than just about anything and passed away peacefully in her sleep in 2005.