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Ebony's Braveheart (Joe)
July 3, 1989 to June 12, 2002
Beloved Stallion

Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
Stanley Harrison

Tennessee Walking Horses-Camelot Wilderness Ranch

Cherished Parrot & Friend
June 24, 2000  to June 18, 2004

You were just a baby.  Why did you have to leave so soon?  You became mine at just 3 weeks old.  I fed you your baby bird formula and you seemed to view me with eyes that said I was your new, adopted Mama, which is what you ultimately called me. Hand feeding you and then weaning you when the time came, created such a deep, loving bond.   My world will never be the same because it has been touched so profoundly by you, my little man. My world will never be the same because it is without you now. YOU taught me and all those who had the honor of knowing you, how truly special birds are and it seems so unfair for you to leave now. There's an emptiness where you were, a deep sense of loss.  I thank you for the memories you have given me and the many special moments we shared in our short time together.  Your sweet kisses and hugs will be missed so much.  The  world will be so quiet without your Hello's and I love you's, said only as you could say them with that gregarious personality you had.  Who is going to ask me to shake hands all the time now or give 'five"?   I remember the feel of that warm, little foot in my hand.  I remember how much you loved playing on your rope swing on the patio and you especially loved it when I swung you.  I remember how much you loved to eat, especially cookies.  I used to call you my little cookie monster.  And if I was drinking something, you always had to have some.  I remember how clearly you communicated your feelings and emotions through your words and sounds.  I remember when you said ah...and oh....in that sort of lingering, sweet, loving way and then you would run your little foot through my hair and pull my face to you where you'd plant a big kiss.  You were so smart.  So many times when I had a bad day, you were the one who cheered me up and was always there for me, no matter what.  You were my best friend.  Who is going to make it as clear as you did how much I was loved and time spent with me, and only me, coveted?  I only hope that I communicated it at least half as good as you did just how special you were to me.  When you had a bad day and got angry at me, I would worry until my sweet bird started appearing again, scared I might have lost you forever.  I was always so relieved when I realized you were back, that you still loved me dearly.   Where will all the beautiful colors you so beautifully wore that lit up my world come from now? You were my magnificent macaw and you ruled our roost and my heart which only aches for you now. My Don Juan Bird. Forever loved and cherished will you be and forever free, now. How I would love to glimpse you soaring in the heavens and know that you are safe, and happy.   I'll be waiting for you in my dreams my sweet macaw and hoping to be with you again some day, for that is all I can do.    

The Rainbow Bridge, Anonymous
Just this side of Heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge.  When an animal dies who has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.  There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.  There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.  All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,  just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing:  They miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind.  They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.  The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers.  Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs (or wings) carrying him faster and faster.   YOU have been spotted and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.  The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.  Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...

Farewell, dear voyageur, 'twill not be long.  Your work is done, now may peace rest with thee.  Your kindly thoughts and deeds, they will live on.  This is not death, 'tis immortality.  Unknown

May You Soar High in the Heavens Above, Our Beloved Parrot.

To be loved by a horse or any animal, should fill us with awe--for we have not deserved it.
Marion Garretty
Powder Puff Princess
Our Sweet Princeton
June 21, 1996 to February 5, 2006
A Compassionate, Virtuous, Gentle Soul
May we bearers of your light.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of birds in flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

Princeton Steelman
I'll never forget the sweet, sweet disposition you had.  Even though you weighed in at 134 lbs., you were never agressive towards anyone or anything, no matter how small.  I'll never forget how baby animals (including kittens and birds) were a magnet for you. You'd carry them around gently in your mouth and give them wonderful baths!  

You always avoided conflict if you could.  Whether cat, dog, or even Parrot, confronting you.  You never functioned out of ego, always turning the other cheek.  What an example you set big guy.  I always felt safe with you around however because I knew if one of your loved ones, be it people or animal, were threatened, you wouldn't hesitate one moment in protecting them in a fierce way.  There will never be another one like you my sweet , brave dog.  You even attempted to put a smile on your face as you gazed into my eyes in the end.  Though you were the family dog, you were secretly mine in my heart, just as I used to tell you privately. You still are and always will be.  Thank you Princeton, for touching all of our lives so profoundly.

The Horse's Prayer
I'm only a horse, dear  Master, but my heart is warm and true, And I'm ready to work my hardest, for the pleasure of pleasing you. Good corn, and hay, and water, are all that I wish to ask. And a warm dry bed to rest on, when I've finished my daily task.  Don't strike me in needless anger if I'm slow to understand, But encourage my cropping spirits with a gentle voice and hand.  Finally, O my master!  When my health and strength are gone, When I'm getting old and feeble, and my long life's work is done, Don't sell me to cruel owners, to be slaved to my latest breath, But grant me the untold blessing of a quick and painless death; That, as you have always found me a patient and loyal friend, The years of my faithful service may be crowned by a peaceful end.  I plead in the name of the Savior, Who cares when the sparrows fall.  Who was born in a lowly stable, and knows, and loves us all!  Anonymous

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven, and bring you home again.

Love Never Dies Big Guy

Full of personality, not a shy bone in your body.   Standing 16.3 hands at 3 years old, yet a gentle giant. A true Camelot Ambassador. 

You will always be remembered big girl.

Quest's Hurricane Rita
September 21, 2005 to January 26, 2009
Owned, loved, and mourned by Rick and Lisa Howell of Tennessee and those of us at Camelot who knew her.

I am writing this tribute for you my sweet lil granddog cuz your mommy can't right now, her pain is too deep. You see, to her, you were her soul mate dog.  And I always knew, sensed, and felt how deep the connection was between you and your mommy.  You were such a source of comfort and unconditional love for her for many years, which made me love you all the more, cuz you loved her like I did. There was indeed a very special bond.  When your lil human brother came along, you took on the role of second mother.  You didn't choose to abide by the rule that Chihuahua's aren't good with little children.  You were very protective and as he grew, you just tolerated the pulled tail or pulled ears.  You never nipped at him and would just look to your mommy for help when those situations occurred.  I always told your mommy out of all the dogs we have at Camelot, you were not only the prettiest, but the smartest by far. And you always had so much affection to give.  There was much depth to your lil soul Isabelle.  We know you are with Nana, giving the unconditional love and comfort to her and her to you now.  We know you wander not alone.  And Princeton, whom you knew, I am sure was right there to greet you and show you the ropes, as was Quest, who passed shortly before you.  You were loved so very much by so many people and many have shed tears in your loss.  I have placed a poem here especially for you, from your mommy, for I as her mother, know how deeply she mourns the loss of her lil Isabelle.

December 2002 - July 2010
I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
Her gentle head upon my knee
And shared her silent thoughts with me.

She’ll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more her favourite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called her to his golden throne.

Although my eyes are filled with tears
I thank him for the happy years
He let her spend down here with me
And for her love and loyalty.

When it is time for me to go
And join her there, this much I know
I shall not fear the transient dark
For she will greet me with a bark.

~Author Unknown
Camelot Memorial Gardens
July 9, 2010
In Loving Memory
March 30, 1997 - April 1, 2010
Still hard to believe you are gone, all these months later.  Perhaps you were called home to greet my mother who left about 2 months after you.  She always thought you were just so handsome, and handed down straight from heaven.  Perhaps you were called home to await lil Isabelle.  You were one of a kind my beloved Stallion.  Your page remains up in tribute.  Camelot will never be the same.

Gweneth-March 2011
Miss seeing you out and about girl.  Know you are with Nana, still bringing her joy.  That is our comfort.

All Still With Us In Spirit

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