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...

Chance

Chance 1/23/99 - 1/24/08

What do you say about the perfect dog? The dog who could cleanly snatch a single slice of pizza out of the pie on the counter in the blink of an eye; the dog who would greet me at the door just as joyfully if I'd taken out the garbage as he would if I'd been gone a week; the dog who would do his 'Crazy Boy' spinning and jumping after dinner every night. The perfect dog who could destroy a stuffie in record time and had to inspect every shopping bag that came into the house just in case Mommy had brought him a treat.

Well, his name was Chance and he was a beloved member of my family for seven wonderful years. A few weeks ago I noticed a limp. To make a long and tragic story short, we ended up getting the dreaded Osteosarcoma diagnosis. Chance knew something was wrong - no more spinning and jumping, no more interest in food, the greeting at the door was done from his bed with a tail-wag. Even on our short walks he whimpered and seemed confused.

We really had no choice but to let our boy go last night. He was not in terrible pain, but was uncomfortable and not himself. As I said, he wasn't interested in eating which was his passion, and couldn't move around much without whining or moaning, so there wasn't much quality there. We had to let him know we loved him enough to set him free. The passing was easy for him…not so much for us.

We buried him in the backyard, in a place we can see from the windows; a place that will be sunny and warm come Spring. Hopefully by then, our hearts will have begun to heal.

Godspeed my sweet Chancey-boy. We love you always.

Nancy, Matt and Chris in Oakland, NJ

Big Daddy

Big Daddy 10/1995-10/2007

My handsome boy. When I first adopted him he was everything a Greyhound is not supposed to be. He was aggressive, he barked, he was protective, he was downright scary at times. I never knew what he would do. But he was also very smart and mischevious, playful, funny and sweet. Once he met his daddy, his alpha, he grew to become the best dog I have ever known. Loyal, strong and brave. He was my protector, my confidant and my best friend. He was loved by many, feared by some. He was one of a kind. A very special boy who we miss very much. I just hope that he is with his sister, CindiSue again. We will forever love and miss them both. Our home will never be the same without him. When he died he took a piece of me with him and I will always carry of piece of him with me.

Chundo

Chundo, you were the dog of my heart. You came to me after my mother died and I so desperately needed someone to love, someone to hold and to give me love and comfort. You needed that too and we found each other. You got you CGC and TDI in record time and went to nursing homes and schools for handicapped kids and everyone loved that giant, gum exposing silly grin of yours. I loved how you used to hang your lip on your crate. The first time I saw that I ran to you, terrified that your lip was caught in some scary way only to find that you LIKED to hang your upper lip on a crate bar, you silly boy. You had a way of making me laugh all the time. You never raced very well yet they kept you on the track much longer than they should have. When I spoke to the track people they told me that they loved your big goofy boy personality. Everyone loved you. You wiggled and smiled and loved every person, dog and creature you ever met. You touched so many people. After you died from your brave struggle with laryngeal paralysis at twelve and a half we got so many, many calls, cards and flowers from people. I knew you were loved but I had no idea how many people you touched until then. I thought only I loved you that deeply, but I guess you really had an impact on the rest of the world. I know you made others adopt after meeting you and I am so proud of that. There are stories published about you and artwork done by greyhound artists using you as their model, you magnificent big white and brindle boy. Chun, you stood athletic and powerful with rippling muscles that looked ready to run. You were a clutz in reality, hurting yourself much more OFF the track than on the track. In truth you ran like you had CP, legs all akimbo. But you ran with a sense of fun, like everything else you did. Your life was always about fun, wasn't it? You were the original party animal. You loved to dress up and show off. No day-long Meet and Greet was too much for you. No kid-hugging, stranger petting, Dewey Beach day long shopping trip was too much. Each time you met a stranger was a chance meet a new friend. You gave so much and I hope you knew that you were, and are, the dog of my heart. Your dying left a cavern so vast in my life that it will be hard to ever fill that void no matter how many dogs I have in the future. In your honor I will foster and give others a chance to know what we had. I knew I couldn't keep you forever, so go to G-d Chundo and make the Angels laugh at the Rainbow Bridge.

Spencer

Spencer 1/12/97 -11/28/07

"If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever."

You were the gentlest most loving soul we've ever known. We were so blessed to have you as a part of our family for eight years. You added so much to our lives, brought us so much happiness and taught us what unconditional love is. Your passing has left a void in our lives and a deep sorrow in our hearts. We miss you so much. Our love for you will never die. We will love you forever.

Your loving family,

Ed, Eileen & Ian

Beverly

Beverly was the Queen of the house. She was an eight and a half year old brood when she was sent to me for fostering along with her sister Jennie who went into foster care with my friend Glenda. Even though she would put on the "old and feeble" act at every meet and greet I took her to as a foster dog, she was adopted by a nice greyhound savy family a few months later...and bounced the next day. They said she was not cat safe, ran through their screen door, would not eat, sleep, lay down, drink.....she just stomped around....Beverly was NOT happy. When we arrived to pick her up, she jumped in the van, sprawled on her cushion and upon returning home ate and drank everything in sight.... and then slept all day and night. When she woke the next day, she stomped over to me with that swaying walk of hers and just looked at me with her little grin. I knew she was now home. SHE HAD PICKED ME! Bevie lov ed meet and greets after she was adopted, and was a favorite with the children. She was the one who waited patiently for biscuits, bossed the other dogs around, slept with a little grin on her face...and loved unconditionally. When she could not use her hind legs and her body was failing to keep pace with that strong spirit, the dedicated staff at the Humane Society Veterinary Clinic tried everything to help this valiant girl return to the activities she loved. Unfortunately it was not to be and it was time for Bevie to join her sister Jennie at the bridge. She was special and I miss her terribly...and always will....it was sweet to be owned by her.

Patty Tustin Mom to Danielle and Bill, ....and Fur Kids Magic, Rosie, Foppa, Tony, Ralph, Sharpie, Coco, Chase, Argus, and newbie Winifred ....and pussycat Stormy...and....Lovebird Stevie ....and waiting at the bridge our beloved Beverly, Murphy, Scooby, Zoe, Misty and Spot