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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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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
Simon
Nine years ago I saw his photo on the Greyhound Friends West website and I knew he was the one. When we went to meet him I knew immediately he was coming home with us. His foster mom called him sweet Simon and since then he has been a dog of many names: mama’s boy, diva dog, Simone and ‘peel me a grape’ Simon. He was a certifiable kleptomaniac and oh so charming and full of guile. He entertained us and loved us unconditionally. He always awaited our return home standing in the front window, ears straight up. In a series of 11 greyhounds --- 2 adoptees and 9 fosters --- he was the original who schooled the others in the art of being a retired greyhound. Always elegant, with a beautiful prance in his step and collars for all seasons and occasions, his kingdom was “his” couch and collection of pillows. Goodbye sweet Simon.
Miles
On March 5, we lost our wonderful greyhound, Miles. He was our first retired racer and will always have a special place in our hearts. I remember the drive home when we first picked him up. After the first few nervous minutes in the car, he finally settled in, stretched his head across my lap, and "adopted" me on the spot! I told my husband right then and there that I already loved Miles so much. He loved to be outside, enjoying the sunshine and going for his walks. And, like most greys, just wanted to be where the people were. Miles was a great traveler whether it was to Syracuse to visit my in-laws or on vacations to Cape May and the Adirondacks - as long as we were together as a family, he was happy to be part of our adventures.
After being diagnosed with a tick-borne infection, Miles began to deteriorate very quickly and wasn't responding to the antibiotics. Our vet confirmed that it was bone cancer which had mostly settled in his spine, but had also spread to other organs. With Miles visibly in pain and having lost control of his back legs, we made the heartbreaking decision to end his suffering and let him cross the Rainbow Bridge. It all happened so quickly, we were just devastated by his loss. Our home, our hearts, and our life seem empty now without him. But for almost 6 years, Miles brought us tremendous joy and unconditional love, and he will be greatly missed.
Sincerely,
Chris Ann and Chris Patrick
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