Welcome to our Peternity family. We are a small, caring group who are dedicated to honoring and celebrating the love you share with your pets. Peternity.com was founded in 2003 by Colleen Mihelich, and was born out of a need to find a valuable vocation, a lifetime of understanding of deep grief, and a love for animals. Each of us has been touched by the loss of a beloved pet and understands the heartache of that loss.
We are continually looking for unique, handcrafted pieces of art to express your love, joy and memories. Our standards are high. We search for items of the finest quality and workmanship. Whether it is a beautiful, hand turned wooden urn or a stunning glass memorial keepsake box, each piece has been lovingly crafted and personalized by the hands of an artist.
Your thoughts and questions are welcomed. Our goal is to provide memorial items and comfort that are not only of the highest quality, but also with the most personal significance. So, if there is something you don’t see here that would have meaning for you, please let us know and we’ll gladly explore your idea.
BOBO Our sweet family pooch. We rescued him from the Golden Retriever Club of Greater Los Angeles Rescue in the fall of 2008 and lost him in the spring of 2009. He was a sweet old guy - gentle as gentle could be. We lost him to cancer and he's still alive on our hearts. Our two children still include him as a family member in their nightly prayers.
PEPPER This is me, Colleen, at 16, with my Quarterhose Pepper. She was a dear companion to me and the first pet that I lost. Her death was sudden and unexpected. It was a day like any other day. I went out to ride her, hang out with her, groom her and feed her. It was a gorgeous spring day and we had had a good ride. But after I took off the saddle and started brushing her she was wincing at my touch. It was so strange. If I just touched her with my fingertip, she would wince. I walked her into the barn and let her stand in the cool air for a bit. But still, anywhere that I touched her she winced. Then I noticed that her feet kept moving further and further beneath her, and closer and closer together. We called the veterinarian and my dad met him without my knowing because he thought that it didn't sound good. I guess he was trying to protect me. It turned out that Pepper had a very rare muscle disorder usually only found in Quarter horses. The vet had never seen a case of it, but had learned about it in Veterinary school. Because at that time the closest medical horse facility was 2 hours away in Libertyville, IL, the only alternative was to put her down. There was no way that she could have ridden in a trailer with the weakness in her legs and the pain she would have felt if she had fallen against the sides of the horse trailer. The following day was my Senior Prom, so my Dad decided to wait to tell me until the day after the dance. He knew that it would crush me and spoil this big event that I had looked so forward to. It sure did crush me, but at least I got to have some fun before hearing the terrible news. It was shocking and I miss her still to this day. She was very special.