In Loving Memory of GROWL Angels

                        In Loving Memory of
                             Philip G. Omer
                        12.23.51 -  12.23.08





















On December 23, 2008 tragedy struck the GROWL family.  My father, Phil,
passed away during the early morning hours of his 57th birthday.  As we begin to
realize the impact on the lives of those who love him, we also begin to see the
impact his absence will leave in the world.  He was one of those people that
everyone loved, respected and came to when they needed help or just needed to
feel special.  His support and encouragement throughout my life gave me the
motivation and courage to create GROWL with Dawn.  He always went above and
volunteers around.  Whether he was driving on a transport with my mom or myself,
standing in the cold at a fundraiser or staying up all night baking homemade dog
biscuits (which his rescue dog, Jimmy, always loved) he was devoted to his family
and gave us 100% of his support.  Words can not describe the tremendous loss
we will feel with his very obvious absence from our lives as a husband, father,
brother, uncle and friend while at the same time we are so grateful to have been
blessed by his presence in our lives.  We know he is in heaven looking down on us
with pride and will guide us until we once again can see his beautiful face and
loving smile.

-Audra Omer
                    In Loving Memory of
                             Jake Omer
                 August 1999 - April 4, 2009                      














Jake (also known as the leaner and the cuddler) was my beloved great dane.
 He loved to gallop through the yard and throw his squeeky toys in the air and
catch them but he loved NOTHING more than to cuddle in bed every night
with his mommy.  In March 2009 I noticed he was acting strange and within 5
minutes I realized he was bloating.  (Every pet owner needs to know about
bloat so please read and remember these signs and symptoms on THIS
page).  We rushed to the emergency vet on a Saturday night and he went
immediately into surgery.  Jake pulled through the surgery and I moved him
to our family vet on Monday morning.  Jake tried his hardest to recover but
he had the odds stacked against him.  Due to the trauma in his stomach, he
just would not eat unless it was forced down him.  We forced food down him
but as my 110 pound furbaby got too weak to stand on his own he developed
pnuemonia.  He stayed at the vet's office for three weeks except a few nights
he came home with me to see if it would lift his spirits.  As his health
deteriorated, I knew the day I had always dreaded had come and it was time
to send Jake to be with my dad in heaven.  Jake took his last breath with his
head in my hands and earned his fur-wings as he was lead into heaven to
wait for his fur-brothers and fur-sister and his mommy who loves him and
misses him every day.  Until we see you again, we love you baby boy!