Rainbow Bridge

Rainbow Bridge

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We would be honored to display the memorial for your loved one.

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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...

Polka Dottie

Polka Dottie

Polka Dottie left us about a year ago, and she has left a huge hole in our hearts. I am heartened to know that she is now free of the pain that bone cancer brought her, but life without her will never be the same. At nine and half when I adopted her, she was considered "special needs." That was hardly true for this sweet, smart and sassy girl. She quickly adjusted to home life and made it clear that she had adopted me, thank you very much. She was in charge, but always well mannered. She didn't like to run, did not like the rain, thunder or snow, and would not stand for being called a simple dog. Yes, "the Diva" liked to cross her legs when laying down, would willingly hop in the bath and only ever stole an emory board and some lip gloss; a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! Miss Dottie was also the consumate pet therapy dog, calmly working her way into the hearts of many residents at the nursing home where I work; these wonderful folks who often forget names have not forgotten about this lovely greyhound. But, most of all, Dottie was a forever friend. She came into my life when I really needed someone to lean on, and as my e-mail address suggests, I will always be greytful that this greyhound rescued me. Thank you, sweet Dottie! I love you so.

Murphy Tustin

Murphy Tustin
10/30/94 to 4/14/06

Murphy was our first foster dog. He was returned unceremoniously in the early morning with nothing but a leash, collar, and paperwork. He was eating "the house" and was too rough, and very needy...they did not want him around one more minute. Barbara Wicklund called to ask if Woody and I would foster him. "TWO WEEKS....and he is outta here", was Woody's answer. That answer came back to get him TWO DAYS later when he called Barbara to formally adopt him. Woody never placed a time limit on a foster dog again. Murphy never did live up to the bad rap he had been given. He never ate our T.V. remotes, chewed the rugs, destroyed pottery....never...what he did do was become our first therapy dog, and gave us the privledge of being HIS, and sharing his life! When his time came, there was no collar around his neck. I wanted him to be free at the bridge. No racing, no pain, no collar, no leash, just freedom. Free to romp and play while he waits for us there. Thank you for the gift of yourself big boy.

Delilah Holthaus

I adopted my first beautiful girl, Delilah in 1994. We loved to watch as she bolted out the back door, doing laps around the pool, dropping into the cool grass to relax after all her hard work. She came with me on Saturdays when we did errands, stopping by the ice cream shop where she would get her scoop of vanilla ice cream. She smiled when you sang "I Feel Pretty" and actually jumped on top of my pool table to lie on the chair cushions I tried in vain to hide from her. There was no stopping her pursuit of comfort. Delilah never cared much for affection and I often wondered what happened to her to make her that way. I ignored her "objections" and hugged and kissed her anyway. In her later years, I think she actually liked it and was happy knowing she was loved. On one occasion she became so jealous of my attention to my cousin's greyhound 'Maddy' that she actually became sick.

Delilah passed away on October 29, 2004 of cancer. I never imagined my heart would break the way it did when I was told that she didn't make it through the night. I regret so much that I wasn't there with her to give her hugs and kisses and tell her that I loved her so very much. But I know that she is in heaven now, at the Bridge, racing around and then lying in her own spot of sunlight. I will see her again someday. Because of my love for this greyhound who captured my heart, and in loving tribute to her, we have since adopted four more angels, Kira, Ben, Miranda and Cooper who fill me with happiness every day of my life.

Jack and Lisa Holthaus

Polka Dottie

Lola

Joseph Anthony Govoni

Murphy Tustin

Delilah Holthaus