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...

Jack Cappuccio 3/93 - 1/8/05

I don't have a picture of my Jack, but I got Jack in 1997 right from the racetrack. From the minute I got Jack he never took his eyes off of me. I took Jack everywhere I went and we became best friends. People say that when you adopt a greyhound that you save a dog's life. I tell them that Jack was a blessing to me. After going to various greyhound picnics I had adopted 2 more greyhounds, Red and Gary. Jack was definitely the Alpha dog. He always kept the other 2 in line. Jack talked to me with his eyes. He was getting up in age and I would say to him "Jack what am I going to do when you leave me"? Jack's health started failing, and after many trips to the Vet, I finally had to let him go on January 8, 2005. I had such a hard time letting my Jack go. He would have been 12 yrs. old in March 2005. I was blessed with and by Jack. When he passed away a little part of me left also. I know Jack isn't here physically, but I know he is with me spiritually all the time.

Perdue - 4/16/98 - 5/30/09

Dearest Perdue aka Duzzie,

Our great world traveler! Born in Ireland and you raced in Spain for 3 great years, the top racer in your class. Then you became a hunting dog in Belgium, but obviously didn’t like that so you ran away. Only to be found by a little girl in the streets. Luckily that was my niece. That’s how you got your name-Perdue means” Lost” in French. You were adopted into the Terwilliger family and moved to the US. We fell in love with you the minute we met you. So when we were asked to adopt you when your family moved again to Korea; we immediately said YES. From the moment you came to live with us we knew you were a wonderful part of our family. You were a good dog; so loyal and loving. You never left my side. I miss your cold nose nudging me to give you some lovins and your startling one “woof” for us to fluff your blankets in your bed, to cover you up or to get you treats. You never ceased to amaze us at your CSI qualities to get into something the minute we left the house…bread being your favorite. Your ability to open and close doors was quite amazing too. I’ll never forget the day I came home and found you in your bed with a whole jar of peanut butter licked all the way down as far as your nose could get. As the years went on we could see you starting to get old. Your body just could not keep up with your spirit. It was so hard to let you go, but I know now you are not in pain and now resting in peace. Hope you always know how much you are loved.

Love Momma, Dad, Sara, and Grandma’s

Sugar (Y KNOT SUGAR)

Sugar (Y KNOT SUGAR) 9/94 - 3/09

Sugar was exactly what her name implied; she was a sweet, sweet dog and her presence was always welcome, wherever she was. She left us at age 14 1/2 and tho' she'd only been with us for six years, she was so much a part of our lives that I know we'll continue to include her in our daily lives for a long time. Originally a foster girl, Sugie put herself in Dick's pocket, following him everywhere and constantly touching him with her paw or her chin. She left him no choice but to make her a Waddell and we all got the best of each other. We were sure at times that she was channeling our old Suzi - Yoda ears and the wind in her face - but she drew the line at riding in the rickshaw. Not for her. She lost her voice in August of 2007 after LP surgery, but made up for it with meaningful facial expressions, foot stomping, head butts and nose pokes. We miss you, Sugie Woogie; you will always be our beloved character actress pup.

Nancy and Dick Waddell

Magic (PJ's Black Magic)

Magic (PJ's Black Magic) 11-8-96 to 2-12-09

Magic was my first greyhound. He was one of the dogs in the kennel the year when it flooded, and was delivered to me on the Parkway..... skinny, scrawny, and smelling like a river rat. He was so beautiful to me! I didn't know that black dogs are sometimes hard to adopt out, so I am sure Barbara could not believe her luck when I said the bigger the better, and black! Black as coal, I often had friends comment that I must be using shoe polish on Magic, as he did not go grey on the muzzle like most black dogs. He was my soul mate, my confidant, my heart hound, my strength, and my weakness. He was the KING! I will always hold him close in my memory and wait for that soft nose to nudge my arm. Grab the biggest bed and have a good snooze while you wait for me at the bridge....

Patty Tustin

Tony (Atonement)

Tony (Atonement) 4-20-95 to 2-12-09

Tony was a 10 year old bounce back who was returned to GHF at the same time of the Plainfield Track closing. His first owner had a new wife and house...and Tony had to go. The potential adopters at the picnic that year had all sorts of younger dogs to look at and choose from, and Tony didn't push himself to impress them. I know now that he had already decided that he was making the return trip home with me. At the end of the day he was right and I couldn't let him go. Tony was always the gentleman who stayed in the background, and we nicknamed him "the Bass Player" due to his low key personality. I thank heaven that no one was really interested in adopting him that day. I drove home with the perfect gem of a hound. Snack is plentiful and yummy at the bridge Tony. Have as much as you want, while you wait for me there.

Patty Tustin