Rainbow Bridge

Rainbow Bridge

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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...

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

"Joe" aka "JoJo" McArdle

"Joe" aka "JoJo" McArdle October 1999 - Dec. 3, 2012

We first met Joe at a greyhound picnic - he looked like this picture. The remarks concerning his forever family were "they had to be special people who could handle him." We were blessed to be those people. He was aggressive because he was hungry. He never wanted his ears or feet touched. We respected that. He could run like the wind. He raced for almost 5 years, and won a lot. He deserved every bit of the wonderful life he had with us. We will be grateful forever that he was part of our family. We just loved him a lot. Another piece of our hearts broke this week.

Pat and Pat McArdle

Ozzie (Otto's Fortress)

We got Ozzie in May 2004, just before he turned 4 years old. We named him Ozzie because, like my husband Tom’s sports hero Ozzie Smith, he loved to chase a ball. He would even dribble it by himself if no one was ready to play—but that wasn’t often. He was endlessly curious, literally sticking his nose into everything to see exactly what was going on. Ozzie was the first dog either of us met who had a sense of humor; if he was tired of chasing that ball, he would drop it behind the sofa, then bark until one of us ‘fetched,’ grinning and panting the whole time. Tom nicknamed him “The Dude” because he was so easy going and calm.

We put him to sleep yesterday, December 4th, 2012, when his suffering from bone cancer became too much. During Ozzie’s last weeks, Tom had to carry him—and he weighed every bit of 80 pounds—up and down the stairs to our apartment as we struggled with our Sandy recovery efforts. To watch this big dog carefully wrapping his tail around my husband’s arm and then licking him every time he was set down will be among my fondest memories. He was our gentle giant and we miss him more than we can say. Thanks to Yvonne at Greyhound Friends who matched us with him and so brought us one of our greatest joys.

Cricket

Cricket (10/3/2003 - 11/3/2012)

With heavy hearts we said goodbye to our wonderful greyhound, Cricket, after a recent diagnosis of osteosarcoma. We first met "Hot Shickit" in a parking lot in NJ. She was one of Barbara Wicklund's last adoptions, and it was a perfect fit. Cricket was our first committment as a couple and a litmus test for us as parents. She started her retired life with us in Manhattan, then moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan, and finally to Tampa, Florida. She was a fantastic ambassador for greyhound adoption wherever she went - from shopping on Madison Avenue to the dog beach in our Florida neighborhood. She taught us about greyhounds, dogs, ourselves, and each other. We hope we enriched her life as much as she enriched ours. She died peacefully in her own yard on a sunny Saturday afternoon. We will miss her terribly.

Run free, good girl. We'll see you on the other side.

Love, Catherine, Mark, Nathaniel, and dober-brother Bogart