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In Memoriam N - T To Find Your Dog ... __________________________________________________ Our In Memoriam pages have been arranged alphabetically. Please look for your dog's name within the below links | A- G | H - M | N - T | U - Z | In Memoriam Homepage "Niagara" KRAFTY ZAG FCH, CGC TT HB's Commander X Spudster September 25, 1993 - July 27, 2002 Saturday night, Niagara lost her valiant fight with cancer. The treasured companion of Tracy Rudzitis, she was loved by so many people. Fast and agile, she was just a few points shy of her LCM; but to say that she was a great coursing greyhound, would diminish her other extraordinary attributes. The Princess of Prospect Park, Niagara lived in Brooklyn New York with Tracy and was a fabulous ambassador for the breed including doing her job as a therapy dog at New York Methodist Hospital. She passed gently in the loving hands of Tracy and Karen and Mike Lorenzo, who loved Niagara as though she were one of their own. Niagara was an original and will be missed. Especially by her housemates, Haley and Blade and her "other" pack, the Winds Greyhounds. Tracy   Nomi 1993-2009   “I was sad. But how can you be sad around a sweet dog like this?” -A stranger, petting Nomi on the street in Brooklyn. “When you get a dog, you’re buying a tragedy.” -George Carlin On Monday, January 19, a month after her fifteenth birthday, Nomi died peacefully. She was healthy and vibrant almost to the end. But a twisted stomach, of undetermined cause, led to a sudden and steep decline. The vet laid her head in our laps, and she gave her last breath, without needing to be induced to go. Nomi loved -sprinting after squirrels -sniffing city smells -scampering in fresh snow (and eating it!) -scrambling up hillsides -snarfing down salmon skins -licking ice cream containers -rolling in the grass -gazing out her bay window -sleeping on the bed -greeting us when we came home at the end of the day. After a decade-and-a-half together, we’re so very grateful for all the joy and light and love she brought us. We already miss her very much and can’t really imagine life without her. Thank you for being her friend, too, or just supporting her and us from afar – Fred and Adrienne   Nutmeg March 1996 – December 28th 2007       Also known as The Nutty One, Nut the Mutt, Black Dog, PupDog, Bear, and Nutty. Nutmeg died in her sleep. It was a quick and merciful departure and I feel her loss greatly. But, while there is a void in my life right now, I am incredibly happy that I had these nearly 12 years with her. Indeed, I was truly blessed with her companionship. She was my best friend, partner in crime, champion hole digger, guardian and protector, hiking-snowshoeing-xcross skiing-exercise buddy, antidepressant, clown, cat and squirrel chaser, stick and snowball catcher and a world class ball finder. My heart aches from her loss now but soon will be filled with the joy of her memory. Barbara "Never to suffer would never to have been blessed." Edgar Allan Poe "Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole." Roger Caras "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight." Kahlil Gibran   Phoebe 1992 -2007 Beautiful Phoebe, independent, full of grace, the hunter/water dog extraordinaire, who fled a-quiver at explosive sounds (and found some interesting spots to find refuge), died on July 14, 2007, at the age of 15. She put up with Luka and became my stoic companion after arthritis slowed her running spirit. A noble, gorgeous, sun-worshipping, slim girl, with brown eyebrows and sad eyes, she will be deeply missed. Amy   POOH and Me... He used to sleep _parent next to me we spent the night in ecstasy He snuggled rite on my back warm, and comfy under the quilt closer than glue we slept, us too So close we lay just as one we shall stay forever and when I die he'll be there to keep me company and we will touch forever more as we walk Through heaven's door Side by side we'll always be together in our destiny And when the angles hold our hand and take us to the promise land we'll be forever one in love the POOH and Me To hold him tight in heaven's light to kiss and hug thru the night and wake again forevermore loving each other near God's door. Demetrie Daniels   Prince (1989-2001) Prince was my faithful companion for 11 years, during which time we explored every corner of Prospect Park.  Prince is pictured here with some of the trophies he found in the Park and brought home for his collection.  His family misses him very much.   Jim Breckenridge Rex (Adopted 7/4/90  left us 9/27/01) Rex was loved by both two and four legged friends. His tail would wag every time he met old friends. He brought much joy into the lives of  his family and friends. Marlene Roxannne " Puppy" Melman - On July 28, 2007 at 14. Loving and devoted compannion of Merrie for the past 14 years. Friend to humans & cannines. Enjoyed many coffee barks, frolicking in Prospect Park with her friends (both two and four legged). She will be sorely missed by all who knew her.     Russia (February 1, 1992 - May 7, 2004) Owned and tolerated by Kristina Johnsen. There was little that this aardvark would not eat -- she was no stranger to hydrogen peroxide and salt. She made trash diving into a sport and particularly enjoyed summer Monday mornings in the park. Russia reluctantly gives up first trash dibs to the weaker nosed, slower runners or later risers in Prospect Park. A victim of degenerative valve disease, she is burried next to her best friend, Tar.     Sabrina March 13, 1993 - November 19, 2008 15 years, 8 months     I love, I love Sabrina, I love, I love Sabrina, I love, I love Sabrina, She's my yummi one, She's so much fun, The bravest one, My number one! I love, I love Sabrina, I love, I love Sabrina, I love, I love Sabrina, She's my razzle-dazzle Fragglelaggle, Yankee Doodle, Little Toy Poodle. I love, I love Sabrina, I love, I love Sabrina, I love, I love Sabrina, She's my angel now. Dhia Sally Gray, Who left this earth on January 21, 2008 at the age of 15 years, 8 months.   "Deep communication, understanding the soul of another, eternal friend." Evelyn Friedman and Family   Sadie... Here's a picture of Sadie that I love... She's also featured in a picture up at the hot dog restaurant on 5th avenue. She was a rescued dog. Richard M Scarface Scarface's every cell exuded goodness, friendliness and love of life. He started conversations with perfect strangers, human or canine, and sung along with ambulances and fire engines. He was beloved by family, friends, and the entire neighborhood. He was the best dog. Maybe you knew and loved him. It's very hard to say goodbye. Louise Fischer Cozzi Serena (passed away May 2005)     drawing by Peggy Lynch Always a good listener... she was sensitive, responsible, aware of her surroundings and self-aware. Those qualities are not taught, cannot be taught. They are inborn. Her AKC name was Starlight Express. As prescient as it gets. Marty   Shebah June 11, 1997 - Sept. 28, 2007   An extraordinary dog, friend, companion, and teacher. Shebah was the family canine companion of Mary Jane Monahan and her children Kim and Dennis Monahan. Shebah especially loved Kim's children Justin and Matthew and zany cocker spaniel, Bentley. Sadly, we had to let her go. May her spirit be reunited with the spirit of my son, Dennis. May they play together across the Heavens. Mary Jane, Kim Justin Matthew & zany cocker spaniel Bentley   Sheru 1998 - 2008   Sensitive and big-hearted. I liked to call him Nature Boy. He was found in the park as a young pup and hosted many foster dogs in his home throughout his life. We all miss him. Laura   Stanley "You will live in our hearts forever as we remember you as always being part of our family"   Lisa, Rob, Elena, and Lucas Young   Suzie (Passed Away October 25, 2003) The soggy little terrier coming up the street stopped when I spoke to her. She looked me in the eye and waited. This was in Park Slope in 1990, on a drizzly afternoon in February. “C’mon, let’s go,” I said to her and she followed after me. I was on my way to meet my husband at a pre-designated corner nearby. My intention was to introduce the dog to him with the idea of taking her home. My attraction to her was instantaneous -- love at first sight. Just then, a high school girl caught up with us and said, “That’s Suzie. She used to belong to a family in the neighborhood but they had to leave town and gave her to another family. Those people turned her out on the street. My own dog is from the same litter. Suzie’s a good dog and she needs a home.” After thanking her, Suzie and I went on to our rendezvous. As Rob and I debated whether or not to adopt her, she lost interest and ran off down the street. This time she didn’t respond to my voice, even though I was calling her by name -- “Suzie, Suzie, come back.” I was instantly despondent. The perfect opportunity to adopt the dog of my dreams had passed. I began to go back to the area where I first saw her. Four or five times. Finally, in answer to a particularly fervent prayer, I met a local resident who knew her. “She lives up the street in the vestibule of an apartment building,” he told me. “I see her coming and going morning and night.” “I’d like to adopt her,” I told him. “Will you call me sometime when you see her coming home?” Several weeks later, around 9:45 on a frigid March evening, he called – “she’s just passed by and will be in for the night. You can come now.” I came by car service and we met up. He guided me up the street to Suzie’s home -- the vestibule. I opened the door, glimpsed her in the dark and said, “Suzie, you’re coming with me.” She was surprised but she came peaceably, hyper-aware but willing. Our ‘happy ever after’ lasted for 13-1/2 years. In the last years, I wished I’d asked that high school girl just how old her dog, and Suzie, were. We didn’t know if she was one or two, three or four when she arrived. From her teeth, the vet said she looked like a young adult. She was no puppy, that’s for sure. Already she was confident and smart. For example, she knew, right off, not to mess with our 3 cats. Also, she knew to keep a low profile around aggressive dogs outdoors and stay below their radar. And, she was fully housebroken. A dream dog, indeed! Suzie passed away on October 25, 2003. We’ve been heartbroken and miss her in different ways every day. Thank you Suzie for being perfect! Sweet friend, you will live in our hearts forever and we will cherish our time with you as long as we live. Holly Hallmark & Rob Sutherland Trevor (1990-2004) Trevor was a Prospect Park regular from 1992-1997, when we brought Frida into our family (who isn't so social). He still went to the park, but only on weekends when there were two of us around to handle both dogs. He was happiest when he was off leash, playing with his park buddies. We moved to the country in 2002, where he spent his final years not listening to our commands as he chased after deer and squirrels. He will be missed by all, but always remains with us. Frida: 1995-2007- Widow of Trevor Park dog: 95-02 Frida was such a bad ass that she couldn't really play with the other dogs. We skulked around desolate areas of the park or kept her on leash while Trevor socialized. Finally, we had to buy her a house in the country where there were no leash laws or other dogs. We lost Frida to a disease we weren't aware she had. Evans' Syndrome is an autoimmune disease in which an individual's antibodies attack their own red blood cells as well as their platelets. The night before she passed, she was herself. She ate well, played and gave us kisses. By morning, she couldn't get up. She was hospitalized and crossed over a few hours later. Unfortunately, because we didn't know what was wrong with her or the severity of it, she died with vet technicians around her instead of her family. Let's face it. Frida was not going to go into old age gracefully. Had her health declined or had she become arthritic, she wouldn't have been happy. We could see her getting frustrated that she no longer had the stamina to keep up with her younger companion, Lola. So she bowed out gracefully. Or as graceful as Frida can be. Luke found Frida on the Metro North train tracks about 11 years ago. She probably would've come to a violent end that day had he not rescued her. She was a complete brat and we adopted her out twice when we first got her. She came back both times because she was too much trouble. We're glad it worked out that way. We'll miss her and love her forever. And we know that Trevor is one happy dead dog right now. Actually, maybe not. Phyllis and Luke   Tar (Aug. 24, 1991 - Oct. 10, 2003) Lymphosarcoma Owned by Kristina Johnson   She was hardly a perfect Doberman, but she was the perfect dog rat- tar tar is the one boy the girl loves to run swim in the south of france freeze at that squirrel's glance even do that little bottom dance tar tar is the one she kept us in the pack her loyalty was never lax tar tar is the one the one we would never forget she started it all even though she was so small her heart was greater than them all. written by Lesley Williams photo courtesy of Vanessa Thompson     In Memoriam Homepage