Those Whose Journey Is Over



Grandpa Romia and Grandma Mabel

Grandma passed away on December 20, 1985, on the night of their 50th wedding anniversary. Grandpa followed her in July 1994.

Romia V. Mitchell April 18, 1908 - July 24, 1994
Mabel M. Mitchell May 8, 1912 - December 20, 1985

My uncle, Robert Lee Mitchell June 20, 1938 - January 30, 1980

Grandpa Ralph

Ralph G. Wright May 30, 1918 - December 1, 1978

World War II Navy veteran.

My uncle, Gerald Dean Wright September 4, 1937 - July 10, 1966
My uncle, Ora Lee "Sam" Wright February 25, 1944 - June 20, 2018


Grandma Marie

Marie Wright May 21, 1919 - February 23, 1994


Jimmy and Mary Smith

James D. Smith April 13, 1920 - October 18, 1991
Mary A. Smith August 24, 1920 - June 7, 2006


Mike Robison

Michael R. Robison May 5, 1954 - November 19, 2007


Tasha, my little buddy

July 21, 1988 - October 30, 1996

Maisey
1991 - August 29, 2000


Buddy
? - June 30, 2004


Brindal

Michelle's loyal buddy for 15 years. She showed up at her door one day and never left her side. She never met a hotdog she didn't love.

? - July, 2011


Grumpy

He showed up on our back porch thin, flee-ridden, and sad looking. Despite our initial efforts to run him off he became the first pet for Donna and I. He was a friendly and loving cat, added personality to the porches, and helped raise our dog, Buford. He succumbed to leukemia and was laid to rest in our back yard next to Donna's dog, Quincy.

July 3, 2013 - March 16, 2018


Tiger

Tiger was our second cat and a stray. We called him Tiger because of his stripes. For a long time he was unfriendly...with us, Buford, and Grumpy. You could tell in his eyes he was scared but wanted to be loved, and eventually he became friendly. He was a roamer. We'd often see him coming up the driveway returning from an adventure. He loved to have his head rubbed. A few months after Grumpy died Tiger started getting thin and we suspected he had contracted feline leukemia as Grumpy had. On July 26, 2018, we said goodnight to Tiger on the porch. That was the last time we saw him.


Mason

Mason was just a kitten when we heard him crying from under the house. Eventually he came out and became part of the family. We called him Mason because he had a design on his side that resembled the Masonic eye. Mason was always friendly and wanted petted to the point of being annoying sometimes. When Shanon moved to Clarksville she took Mason with her. One day he escaped through on open door. Later he was found. He had gotten into a fight with something and lost his life.




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