Clementine Cyr

She was perfect, my very best girl. She was always so sweet. I picked her up from a rescue bus in September of 2015. I fostered and volunteered for Rescue Dogs Rock NYC. Clementine was my very first foster, and man I failed hard. I fell in love and decided to keep her. I couldn’t stand the thought that another family or person may not understand all that she’d been through. She was found running loose, emaciated and pulling a chain that weighted as much as her. She spent some time at the vet in the south of the US, before coming to me in Maine. I remember how low to the ground she was when she first arrived. No confidence, and scared, not knowing what was to come.

After decompressing for a few weeks, her personality really started to show. She was curious, and bright, goofy, loyal, sweet and loving. She usually wanted to be with her people. She slept in my bed, and loved to curl with us and our other pets. She was my snuzzle queen, and would rub her body into us or the couch when she wanted to be loved on. As I stated she was a foster, and at first, I remember thinking to myself, wondering if I could love her more than the dog I’d had since birth. I did, I do, and I always will. She was so very special, she won over anyone who met her. My other was weary of pitbulls and pitbull mixes, which was what my baby girl was. It didn’t take my mom long to realize how wonderful she really was. My parents would often watch her when I went of trips away. My father loved her so much, and would call her sweet girl with the beautiful big brown eyes. I called her Sweet Thang, I called her grumpy, and I called her Shriiim and shrimmy.

God I miss her with every fiber of my being, I yearn for a reunion that will never happen. I pray there’s a god, and that pets do in fact bare souls… I hope we will be reunited in the end. This girl was my soul dog, and man do I miss hearing her claws in my floor, the way she nuzzled into me, and the way she’d prance about. She was a lover of simple things, a walk by the river, sun bathing on our deck, being outside, her toy opossum, the beach, and her mom.

We celebrated 10 years together in 2025, and I’d hope she make to her 15th birthday. She didn’t. I feel guilty and incredibly sad, my heart aches for her. I can’t believe she’s no longer here, and I just want to hold her again. I don’t have human children, she was my girl, my very best girl. My heart is broken and I’ll miss her for the rest of my life.

- Carrie Cyr