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 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....
Author unknown
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Shep
We had to let our handsome boy “Shep” go on Dec 17, 2010. He was 11.7 -Although we were hoping he would live to see 12, we know he is in a better place. We did everything we could but age just was not on our side. Shep was my first dog. My first greyhound! …..My BABY. ….
I adopted Shep when he just turned 7. Shep was attached to me from day one. This boy was my best friend and a true momma’s boy. There was nothing this big guy did wrong. Nothing! He made all our days brighter and the love I felt for him will be irreplaceable. I never knew the impact this guy would make on my life. We did everything together. He was so gentle and loving towards all the 14 GFNJ fosters that entered our lives in the past 3 years. Shep, I will miss you so, so much and I will think of you everyday.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Carrie Hill
PING
Dear family and friends,
To start I apologize for the email but the words that I am going to write are still hard to hear --- it is with a heavy heart that we are writing to tell you that Ping has passed. As you all know he was truly a family member and our first baby. Early Thursday morning he woke us in distress and we rushed him to Red Bank Vet Hospital which is an amazing emergency hospital in our area. It was determined that his abdomen was filling with fluid but the source was unknown. Upon surgery they determined that his small intestine had ruptured and that his liver and spleen were full of small masses. The spleen was removed, as was part of his intestine. He made it through surgery really well and looked to be on the mend. Unfortunately, Saturday morning he took a turn for the worse and his abdomen became septic. Stephen and I spent a lot of time with him before he passed and were able to thank him for all the joy he brought to us and our friends and family. We found out today that the masses were in fact a very aggressive cancer called histoiocytic sarcoma.
In addition to being our dear companion and friend, Ping was an amazing greyhound ambassador. We did countless greyhound meet and greets, both formally and informally -- the informal ones along the Manasquan inlet were always our favorite. Ping would spend 10 minutes leaning on a stranger's leg getting lots of lovin' while I would answer questions about these amazing dogs who need homes. As a result, we know of 4 greyhounds who are in their forever homes and hopefully there are many more out there. He also was a heartwarming conduit between my grandmother and I. Once her memory was ravenged from Alzheimer's and she could no longer recognize me, she remembered Ping as "her son's dog". Well that was close enough for us and allowed us to visit and talk about Ping. Finally, and most importantly to me, he nuzzled his way into Stephen's heart and made him into a dog lover. Thank you Pinger for all that you have done. Many people would congratulate us on "rescuing him" but, in all sincerity, he rescued us. You will be missed dude!
And for all you dog owners -- please give your pups an big hug and an extra long walk today in honor of Ping!
Love,
Melissa
FOGGY McDOUGAL
You would've been called Conan, Hercules, Zeus, Atlas or even Barry Bonds, any of these would've made sense when anyone first saw you. You had muscles EVERYWHERE! You looked like a deer on steroids! You walked with the swagger of a champion, but your mild manner was a contradiction to your appearance. You were one of God's perfect designs. Powerful, sleek, fast as lightening, yet you were gentle. But the folks @ Greyhound Friends told us your name was Foggy McDougal. It was Olivia's 11th Birthday & this was her present. Not the cute tiny big eyed fur balls puppies most kids dream about getting. She didn't care, her face lit up like Vegas when she saw you!
I remember when I first saw you I uttered to myself "Awe CRAP, he's a monster" I had my reservations but you came home with us anyway! You came to us right off the track with no foster home & you hit comical pay dirt right away with your attempts at learning how to walk up & down stairs. I wish we had video of your efforts, it would've been a U-tube sensation!! After that it was a transition of having a 4 year old 80lb puppy that never had a home, never had any love. You seemed to enjoy this new lifestyle & we enjoyed having you! Although once in a while you would flash back to your glory days at the track. I regret not having video of your tearing up the back yard. You were simply amazing, rooster tails of dirt & grass flying from your paws as you carved out an oval pattern over & over again as you tried to catch that imaginary rabbit. A jaw dropping memory I am grateful for. Soon you grew less & less active, except for your attempts to be a lap dog & climb up on to Mama's lap for a snuggle!
Other simple pleasures you gave us, sharing the bed with Olivia with Olivia usually ending up on the floor. The way Olivia called you "FAHGEEE". The time you got Juliet's pasta with out anyone seeing you (even though we were in the same room!). When you opened the oven, took out my pizza (closed the door) ate the pizza & I found the box on the floor. We loved that we didn't have to worry about anyone messing with Juliet when she took you for a walk. How excited you'd get when we'd go for a ride, that prancing dance you'd do.
You were everything we could've wanted for our first dog. You set a high bar that no pet will ever touch. You were a champion on the track and of our hearts!
As I carried you to the back yard, unknowing this would be your last 20 minutes on earth, I sensed this is were you wanted to be. All the struggling and cries of pain from the last day and a half were gone, your panting eased & as I stroked your head I saw your eyes gaze to the back wall looking for that squirrel that would taunt you every morning. He'd wait, you'd chase, he'd escape. You seemed to be smiling now, letting out a couple of happy little yips. Your eyes scanned the bumble bees dancing on the Rose of Sharon flowers & mint flowers. Your body became more relaxed, I looked up admiring the brilliant blue sky & fluffy white clouds, and we felt the Summers sweet breeze wash over us. I thought in a little while I'd carry you around the back yard one last time, the family would come back and we would go to the vet for one last car ride, but you were home. This back yard is where you belong. Your breathing got slower your eyes grew cloudy. I called the family to get the them back here to say good-bye but I couldn't get them. It was OK, you weren't in pain, you weren't agonizing anymore. I placed my hand to feel your heart and looked into your eyes and as graceful as that wind that blew over us, you were gone and into God's arms.
You gave is 5 years we will never forget. We will miss you and love you forever. Only a great love can cause such great pain, by the pain in our hearts, we loved you tons & tons!! Thank you for being our pet, thank you for being our friend!
Aug. 7Th 9:20 AM:
I didn't sleep well made some coffee sat in the back yard reminiscing. Got out of the chair at 9:17 went to the spot reliving Foggy's last moments. Looked at the time 9:20 AM thought to myself, this is when he let out his last little yips, the thought still in my head when a similar sound came raining down from above, a hawk circled over head squawking over me. Then flew away, thank you old friend for letting us know your OK and you've crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.
JIMME HOLLY (CE’S RANDY)
JIMME HOLLY (CE’S RANDY) AUGUST 14, 1999 TO JUNE 28, 2010
Our first Greyhound, Jesse, was adopted in November of 2001from REGAP of Connecticut. We were so crazy about him we decided to fence in our yard and adopt our second dog as soon as it was installed.
We attended our first Greyhound Friends of NJ picnic in May of 2002. A large 90 lb. blue brindle male caught our eye but it always seemed that potential adopters were walking him around and we didn’t have a chance to spend time with him. However, by the end of the picnic, we found out that he had been passed over by the potential adopters as being too shy and quiet. Two days later we took him home and we were on our way to having a seven dog pack!
Big Boy as he was nicknamed; always stood in the back of the pack patiently waiting for treats or to be leashed. The only time he pushed his way to the front of the pack was when he learned that he was going for a ride in the car which he loved. From the day we brought him home to the day he left us, he remained a very quite boy who went by the beat of his own drum. We never tried to change him; we accepted him for who he was.
Our pack will never be the same the same as they lost their lead “singer.” It didn’t take much to get them going with Jimme in the lead. They would sing until the cookie box came out; smart dogs!
Big Boy; we loved you so and were honored to have you in our lives for eight happy years. You will live on in our hearts.
Walker
On July 4th 2010 we lost our first love WALKER (Walking In My Sleep). Walker accepted his fight with cancer, he accepted the fact it was time to cross the rainbow bridge.
The 7 years we shared with Walker could not have been better!!
It feels like it was yesterday, meeting Barbra at a rest area along the Garden State Parkway. That windy September 12 evening in 2003 was the day our hearts fell in love.
You are loved, you can never be replaced, and you will be missed!!
That’s it Walker Dog, the ride is over!
“Farewell Master, yet not farewell. Where I go, you too, shall dwell. I am gone before your face, a moment’s time, a little space. When ye come where I have stepped, ye will wonder why ye wept."
Poem By Edwin Arnold
Love the Moschello Family
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