Rainbow Bridge

Rainbow Bridge

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Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.

There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor;

those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,

just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing;

they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.

His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers.

Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet,

you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.

The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head,

and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

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These Greyhounds have crossed the Rainbow Bridge and will be remembered fondly by their families...

DENNIS

Dennis was a beautiful, sweet-natured greyhound whose untimely death can serve as a reminder to all of our adopters and, we hope, prevent future needless tragedies. Dennis' adopter - who claims to be a "dog trainer" - refused to heed the advice of Greyhound Friends and allowed his two greys to run in the yard unmuzzled. Even after an initial incident in which his other grey was bitten, the dogs continued running together while muzzles were in the mail to him. It's not clear if it was the other greyhound or another dog who attacked Dennis but he was badly - not fatally - bitten. The bill to repair the damage at the Arco Veterinary Hospital was estimated at $500. The adopter, without consulting GFNJ, decided this was more than Dennis' life was worth and he instructed the vet to kill this excellent dog less than a month after adopting him.

So that the unnecessary and cruel death of this 4-year-old greyhound should not be in vain, we are reminding our adopters that our interest in the greyhounds does not end with their adoption. In too many cases we have taken dogs back in need of routine, sometimes extraordinary, veterinary care which we then have provided at our expense prior to re-homing the dog. In Dennis' case we would have taken care of his medical needs and reclaimed him since this adopter was either too negligent or too stubborn to admit that we are more familiar with greyhound behavior than he is.

We mourn the unnecessary loss of Dennis, but we hope his death can save the lives of other greyhounds whose adopters are unwilling or unable to provide the needed care they committed to when they signed their adoption contracts.

LeBron

LeBron was a quirky but wonderful grey. He loved being with our other dog, Boomer (sadly, also recently crossed over), loved a nice, comfortable bed, and did not like being alone.

Eddie Moore

Eddie ("William Sherman") was adopted from GFNJ within the Prison Foster Program. His family adopted him back in 2020 during the pandemic. He quickly made friends with their two other greys. He enjoyed all the attention he could get. That is unless he was at the vet because even a simple nail trim made him scream! But he was always happy to meet people, wagging his tail. It was rare not to see him give a toothy smile to those he knew and loved.

Eddie passed on February 1, 2025 after suffering from a fast progressing cancer. He would have been 8 in April. His family misses him, especially his two sister greys (Lucy and Maggie - also GFNJ adoptees).

The Moore family wants to thank GFNJ for all they do and for giving them the privilege of adopting their beloved Eddie, a sweetheart of greyhounds. He is sorely missed. RIP sweet boy.

Mark Burke "MB" Carmelitano

Mark Burke "MB" Carmelitano March 17, 2012 - September 3, 2024

And just like that, he's gone. Nine and a half years passing in what at times seemed like forever and lately, the blink of an eye. It took a while to understand that his intensity wasn't necessarily characteristic of the breed and what "returned through no fault if his own" really meant.

He was pushy and demanding. He had space aggression issues, hated small children and most other dogs. At the same time he was gentle, sweet, loving and well-mannered when you respected his boundaries and earned his trust. He loved to give kisses and smiles were pure bliss.

He loved to run and was lightning fast. Looping around the yard and all it's obstacles at break neck speed.

He loved to walk and would do so with you for hours. Strangers would stop their cars to say "what a beautiful dog". He charmed them all.

He was a master at finding "street food," the random meatball, chicken wing, bagel or other tasty morsel that had gone astray and found its way into the grass, a bush or some pachysandra. Sniffing, peeing and barking at passing dogs were his favorite pastimes. There were some dogs he liked, and a few he loved, but not many. Mostly other greyhounds. He was a breedist.

His Sunday walks at Van Saun Park with the greyhound pack were the highlight of his week. He'd carry on in the truck the minute he figured out where we were headed, barking like a fiend out the window as we drove to and through the park.

Even his naps were intense. Running, barking and growling in his sleep. He'd get restless each night around 9pm throwing toys around with wild abandon or needing to be let out five times to blow off some steam in the yard. He'd collect us for bed promptly at 10:15. If you didn't join, he'd put himself to bed but come back every 15 minutes to remind you it was bedtime.

Not sure if it was getting older, a sister or nearly all of his teeth finally removed, but he settled into middle age and became a sweeter, slightly less intense version of himself. Still energetic, and quite pushy at times, but without the edge. More tolerant of people in his space, less reactive and less growly. Even more loving.

The years came and went. Some eventful, some not. He aged and slowed becoming a stately, older gentleman. Only his escaping tongue carelessly betraying that image. No more running in the yard. Long walks became short strolls. Getting in and out of the car more challenging. The expanse of his world contracted. Still, he followed you room to room in the house, a constant companion. And he'd always be at the door barking like crazy, wagging his tail and looking for hugs when you came home. He discovered the couch was better when shared and that letting someone pet you while relaxing on it was actually quite enjoyable. He discovered a love for strawberries.

There's never enough time. The end came sooner then we hoped. He was our first. He was loved. And will be missed beyond measure. Run free sweet boy and see you on the other side.

Brody Michaelson

My sweet Brody (Milton Friedman) crossed the rainbow bridge on July 13 with my arms around him and my hand on his heart. Brody was one week short of his 12th birthday. Brody was a seizure dog – he had his first seizure in 2018, 3 weeks after his sister crossed the rainbow bridge after a brief illness. Brody had wonderful doctors and with their care his seizures were under control and the frequency decreased. Brody was just a happy, happy boy and found joy in life. His first week here he jumped on the kitchen island twice looking for cheese. One day I came out of the shower to find him jumping on the sofa and throwing the pillows on the floor while his sister looked on in disbelief. I could barely reprimand him I was laughing so hard. My husband was diagnosed with a rare cancer in 2018 and passed away in early 2020. Throughout his illness and hospitalizations Brody was my lifeline. It has been a privilege to have been able to live with and care for such a wonderful boy. I will be missing him for the rest of my life.