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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
These Greyhounds have crossed the Rainbow Bridge and will be remembered fondly by their families... « Previous Page Next Page »
Alberta
My darling girl, Alberta. Almost 11 years ago you first walked into our lives on Rainbow Place. Now you’ve gone to Rainbow Bridge. You were the sweetest girl ever. Without you neither Emily nor Kysa would have found their way here.
When we had to leave our home for 6 months and you were first diagnosed with lymphoma, I promised you that when you died it would be in your own home in my arms. That last week as the cancer overtook more of your body I agonized over making the right decision at the right time. I didn’t want to schedule your death like I would a hair appointment. The night before I prayed that you would give me a sign and you did. That morning I found you lying on the hardwood floor. God knows how terrified you were of that floor. If you had been able to move you would have.
I kept my word and you had the most beautiful death. It was the type that even most people would wish for. Your favorite doctor made an exception and came to our home. There was the Christmas tree, the lights and piano music. The people who loved you the most were there as you quietly slipped away in my arms.
I miss the sound of your footsteps and your never ending quest for “snacks”. I still hear your “woof” in my head as you beg for more food and tremble in anticipation. Sleep well my little girl until we all meet again in eternity. We love you, Mom.
Lolo
We weren't expecting to lose such a healthy and active dog so suddenly. Although Lolo was almost 10, she still ran full tilt three times a week, hunted for bunnies (then let them go) and ate like a frontloader to the very end.
Lolo came to us after being discovered in a fenced enclosure along with two other dogs. When she arrived at NGAP she weighed 45 pounds. Her color was unidentifiable through the mud, ticks and fleas caked onto her tiny body, and was so weak that she was carried to her crate. When I reached out to touch her, she was shaking, but she put her paw over my hand and held it there, and she kissed my face. We were bonded for life from that moment.
NGAP did such a terrific job of bringing Lolo up to speed, and 6 weeks later, we took her home. She was terrified of everything: spatulas, footsteps, doorbells, voices, and, in particular, men. It took a couple of months, but she came more out of her shell every day, and by the end of the second month, she was a smiling, happy, well adjusted greyhound. She never looked back.
Lolo took to her training with real purpose. She followed commands with such earnestness, barked only to be let out or in, destroyed nothing, and was curious about everyone and everything- except kiddie pianos. For some reason, the tone set her off, and she would almost roll her eyes, leaving the room when the "music" would begin. I could take her anywhere because she was so quiet and well behaved.
Lolo's one weakness was her comfort - a true greyhound trait. She loved to cuddle in bed with me, in particular. My husband comes to bed much later, and would tell Lolo to get down and to her "special bed"- a fleecy nest next to the bed. Taking her time, Lolo would eye him with one eye, heave a huge sigh, get up one leg at a time and then get off the bed. Before she lay down, she would eye my husband one more time, heave one more emotional sigh and thump down onto her bed. That sigh said it all.
Never have I had a bond with person or animal as I had with Lolo, nor have I ever known a more loving animal or person than she. She was an angel, a therapist, a companion, a baby, a travel-mate, an alarm, an exercise mate and a friend. She was, to me, in every way perfect, perfect love.
We are sick with the loss, but glad she is once again running in the green fields and sniffing out squirrels and rabbits, which she loved to chase, but the chase always ended in a play bow rather than in a catch. The animal would give one more terrified look at her and then dash into the bushes.
After a slipping injury, Lolo's back end stopped working, and over time, she lost control of her legs, bowels and bladder. The last night she was with us, she was finally in pain. I held her, trying to make the right decision, while she trembled in my arms. The next morning, we took her to be put to sleep. When we got to the vet's office we sat in the car, Lolo's favorite place, and fed her chicken hearts and played her training games with her, which always made her feel so good about herself.
The vet came out to the car for us, and my precious baby went to sleep in my arms. We told her she had done such a good job, that we loved her and were so proud of her, and that a nap and a long "walkie" were coming up, and she went to be with God. I so desperately wanted to go with her. She doesn't like to be without me.
That was on November 28, and hopefully by now she has adjusted and is running and playing with her friends. I know I'll join her someday and we'll be together again. In the meantime, we will think of her with deep love and gratitude. I still hear her tags jingle, I see her disappear around the end of the bed from time to time, or I'll hear her bark to go outside- one yap and no more, as always. She was my greatest blessing, my kindest and dearest friend, and I am still blessed with her love that will never die.
Madonna
“Our Precious Missy”
We brought Madonna into our home and our hearts on June 24, 2003. She was a loving, sweet and beautiful girl. We adopted Madonna before we had our own daughter and she truly became a member of the family.
Madonna was later re-name “Missy” by our daughter Gaby. She did not mind one bit and would answer to either name. She really lived up to her name “Madonna”. She was in various newspaper articles. She was very well known in our neighborhood and the kids at my daughter’s school would always look forward to seeing her the next day. She was always friendly towards people, as well as other dogs. She was a great ambassador for greyhound adoptions. We lost our precious girl to what we believe was lung cancer. On November 21, 2008, we made the heartbreaking decision to let her go peacefully. We feel blessed that we had Madonna for five years, for the joy & happiness that she brought to us and for her unconditional love.
We will always love and remember our Sweet Girl.
Sandra, Chris & Gabrielle
Boomer
We adopted Boomer from Greyhound Friends of NJ in July 1999. She was 5yrs old & we were concerned we wouldn’t have her long enough to make a difference in her life. We were wrong. We had the privilege of providing Boomer with a loving home for 9 ½ years. She loved her walks & my dad, Leo, made sure she got them a few times a day. My mom, Carol, would get on the floor & massage her. She was spoiled & treated like a queen & she deserved every minute of it. Boomer was very friendly & gentle with children & adults – everyone in the neighborhood would stop to pet her when she was out on her walk. Even though she came into a home with two other dogs whom she adored, once they passed on, she decided that this home was too good to share & was less than friendly to other dogs (& that’s putting it mildly!). She loved spending time lounging on her fleece beds, throwing her toys around & eating her treats. However, as she aged, she played less & less & just enjoyed the simple walks & lounging (& her turkey stew!). We just lost our Boomer girl on December 8, 2008 as she joined her sisters in heaven. She was a wonderful companion who had a lousy first 5 years, but an incredible 9 ½. She can now run free with no pain or discomfort & wait for us to join her. She will forever be loved & missed.
Carol, Leo & Dana Mania
Jonesy (Shannon Dreamer)
Jonesy was just seven years old when we lost him to osteosarcoma. He was a true hero and brave boy, and we will never, ever forget him.
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