mico and harry story



I grew up with animals, blessed to have the mom who allowed the strays to stay! Therefore, when I graduated from Fort Hays State University and was working in my first post-college job, there was only one thing my new “adulting” role needed to be complete in my young adult mind. A dog.

She was my first “big girl” dog, and she was all mine. She’d been left outside of the shelter doors in Kansas, and I couldn’t wait to scoop her up. She became my everything in life, and in her death, she was the hallmark behind the start of the first stand-alone pet funeral home in the country, Pet Angel Memorial Center.

Every day, I thank Mico for guiding me and for giving me strength to bring respectful end-of-life services to others. Even though there’s nothing I can do about the lack of those services when she died, there truly was only one thing I could do to make it up to her. Make sure others got what she and I didn’t when she died. Every day, I do it for her.

And, then along came Harry. He was running the streets in Western Kansas, fending for himself. Ironically enough, he was running those streets in that very town where other strays had found their way into my childhood home. So, it only seemed natural that he became mine!

He was a natural caregiver. I could tell it within seconds of petting him on the streets in Rozel, Kansas. And throughout the too-short of time we were a team, he performed his grief therapy duties flawlessly. He traveled with me and gave such color to everything we did together.

As with Mico, Harry ruled my heart in life, and took a part of it with him when he died. We gave it our all, to the bitter end.

To make up for his rough start in life, I made sure Harry got a send-off fit for a Prince in his death. (I loved it when some people DID refer to him as Prince Harry!) After his death, I brought his body home as I wasn’t ready to not have his beautiful being in our home. I also wanted the other animals to have their time to say good-bye. We spent an emotional evening together, sharing stories and a glass of wine (okay, I drank the wine!), and giving me the time I needed to back up and say hello as I prepared to say good-bye. (Thank you, Dr. Alan Wolfelt for that amazing sentiment to describe this special time.)

My Pet Loss Center family had their time to share stories and say their good-byes. It really defined for every one of them WHY we The Pet Loss Center does what it does for the beloved pets. Harry’s caretaker and veterinary care team also got their opportunity to say their good-byes.

And, then when Chris came home on Friday, we had one more visitation for just our family. It was exactly what he deserved.

After Harry’s service, the comments I heard from those who saw all these photos, from his time at home to the visitation set up at Pet Loss Center, were very interesting. Comments like “I wish I would’ve known I could do that” to “why didn’t someone tell me about those options?”

With that, I’m reminded that we still have a lot of work to do for our grieving pet loving families. Selfishly, I want to make sure every pet family has an end-of-life experience like what Harry had.

Let’s do this together. Let’s make sure every family has the permission to do what they need to do for a pet whose rocked their world in life, and shattered hearts in their death.

Mico and Harry, thank you for being in my heart every day. You ARE my “why.”

Thank you for helping me, help them.