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 Rainbow Bridge
Please send us your rememberance and a digital photo (if you have one).
We would be honored to display the memorial for your loved one.
Information can be sent to Patty at patty.comerford@gmail.com
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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....
Author unknown
These Greyhounds have crossed the Rainbow Bridge and will be remembered fondly by their families... « Previous Page Next Page »
Lila
My sweet quiet Lila; my couch potato was called home today while I soothed her loving face. My heart Is breaking and I miss her already. We had her for a year and I hope she left us knowing what a loving family she was part of. Rest In peace Lila.
Love your forever family
Hallo Trays Gold
Hallo Trays Gold (2/27/2002 - 4/23/2013)
When I decided to get a dog, I knew I wanted to get a 'rescue' and thought a greyhound (with their reported coach-potato nature) would be perfect. Not knowing much else, I left it to Barbara to choose a dog for me and in June of 2005 met her and Al at the vet's to pick-up Hallo Trays Gold, newly arrived from Florida. Tray, as he became known, was leaning heavily on Al, but gave me a smile that spread all across his face, crinkling-up his eyes and stealing my heart. This one in a million greyhound survived Telangiectatic Osteoscarcoma, diagnosed in a joint of a toe in August 2005 after amputation and multiple rounds of chemotherapy through the end of 2005. While Tray may have been lucky to get someone who could and would pay for treatment, as it turned out, Tray in many ways, 'rescued' me during an difficult adjustment to life as a disabled person. My 2nd grey, Jo, joined us in 2006 and together Tray and Jo have kept me entertained, active and company down through the years.
Always a happy boy and bed hog, Tray loved laying on his back with his legs waggling in the air. Friendly to all, on our daily walks he would search out people and try to lead us to them, where he would stand still and give them a "don't you want to pet me?" look that worked more times than not. He hated rain, loved snow and in the Fall nothing made him happier than thrashing around in piles of leaves. Not one to keep his feelings to himself, Tray would yelp, holla and stomp a foot to get his way.
In March of 2010 Tray developed an autoimmune condition that attacked his red blood cells. First the condition, known as AMHA, responded well to treatment, but then this past winter Tray began to decline. Though his vets tried everything, in April it was clear that treatment was no longer working and Tray's red blood cell count was falling. Finally, the only thing I could do for him was to let him go, though it broke my heart to do it.
Its been 2 months now and both Jo and I miss Tray every day and I still catch myself looking/calling out for him. Even so, I wouldn't trade a minute of the time I had him with me and hope to see his smile again someday...
Rosemary Farr
Phinnaeus "Finn"
Phinnaeus "Finn" aka King Honey (Badger)
August 13, 2005-June 22, 2013
We knew we wanted to add to our greyhound family and give Hazel a sibling and playmate. There were a few dogs we thought about, but Patty paired us up with King Honey (Badger) who we later named Phinnaeus “Finn.” That match changed our lives forever and could not have been more perfect.
In the beginning Finn was a bit timid and we were told his bare back legs would stay that way. With time, Finn came out of his shell and he started to grow so much hair that he would shed just by looking at him. He and Hazel would play cat and mouse around the patio table and dining room table. Finn learned where his treats were kept and had no trouble yodeling at us until he got his way. Sleeping was his favorite pastime and he never met a bed, couch, or pair of legs he didn’t like. Finn was our goofy boy who thought he was a lap dog and just wanted to be close to all of us, so close, that he would often push Hazel out of the way to make sure any pets or belly rubs landed his way. A skilled runner, he even managed to run across the top of dirt piles created while our yard was dug out for a pool. That talent led to a makeshift fence being put up…which he promptly took down when he decided to run straight into it to do his figure 8 laps.
As funny as he was, at his heart, he was an absolute love. They say we are the ones who rescue these beautiful greyhounds, but really they rescue us. Finn’s love made us all better people and we miss him terribly. However, we know that right now he’s bounding from cloud to cloud, chasing squirrels, and yodeling for all to hear.
We will miss him terribly. Even Hazel.
Thank you Patty and everyone at Greyhound Friends,
Bill, Judy, Courtney, Deirdre, and Hazel Fagan & Michael Stewart
Lylie
We adopted a little tuxedo girl from your organization while we were in
Dewey Beach in 2000. Rimrock Lila was her track name. She fell in love
with our spotty girl while we were staying at a bed and breakfast. Your
group was very gracious and overlooked the distance from N to western
NY. We are ever so grateful. Our african grey, Misty renamed Lila and
started calling her Lylie. Well it stuck quickly and Lylie seemed to
like her new name. She almost made it to her 15th birthday, but old age
issues finally got the better of her and we made the very difficult
decision to ease her across the bridge. Lylie is going to leave a huge
hole in our home and hearts. Thank-you again for allowing us to be mommy
and daddy to a very special little girl.
Dave and Josie Hough
Plummer
I applied to GFNJ to be a foster mom. I filled application and requested a senior who perhaps needed to be re-homed.
On vacation in Cape May and was notified that a 7 year old, Plummer, was being relinquished due to family hard times.
Arrived at GFNJ to meet this boy and Plummer was so "natural". Came to us with a smile and tail wagging. He had long toe nails that were not
being attended to and toenail infections. Poor baby.
We loaded him up in our car along with Lou and took him home. This began a relationship that I am honored to have with Plummer.
He fit right in and he and Lou got along. Lou would always kick grass in his face on walks, step on his toes, run to be fed first and Plummer took it in stride. A true gentlemen and so, so sweet. He would take food from your hand so softly, gentle.
Needless to say, we failed fostering.
I miss you and you have been gone only a hour or so. But you were miserable and not happy and stopped eating and could not walk with those hind legs giving in on you.
I loved you enough to let you go from this world but not from my heart.
Joan
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