Rainbow Bridge

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...

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

CJ Wake Up Mo

CJ Wake Up Mo
(August 6, 2001 - March 24, 2013)

After much coercion from my wife, who has since passed away, we adopted Mo in November 2004. Mo was in the then nascent prison program and we adopted him sight unseen. I remember being very concerned that he would be too large for our townhouse and was relieved to see that he was smaller than I imagined. Then I was redirected to Mo, a considerably larger Greyhound. After recovering from the shock, I soon learned that his size was commensurate with his huge capacity to be the sweetest, kindest creature I have ever known.

One of my fondest memories of Mo was the occasion when he wedged himself between me and the couch so that he could be close to me as I slept on the floor with a sore back. Then there was the time he was getting out of my SUV after a trip to the park and ended up in the driver's seat facing the headrest. Every time he tried to turn to jump out he honked the horn and scared himself. It took me at least 10 minutes to finally get him out of the car because he had me laughing so hard.

Yesterday I had to say goodbye to Mo. I cannot describe depths of my emotions right now, but I can say that in spite of the pain I would do it all over again for just one more hug.

I miss you and love you so much Mo.

Howard Tabachnick

Kelso's Margarita

Kelso's Margarita July 13,2002 - Februry 26,2013

Margarita was a wonderful companion, who loved to smile, loved humans of all sizes, and loved to be petted but not photogenic. There are no more needles or medicine, just happy times. You are in no pain and your belly is filled with all the junk food you want to eat. I can picture you running with your ears flopping and a smile on your face. Margarita you are a dignified lady that will be sorely missed. Be free my little sweet girl; until we meet again.

Love you, Moms Marianne and Angel