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Just this side of heaven is a place called The Rainbow Bridge... |
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THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
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For some dogs, the world has not been a kind place and people were not as caring as they should have been. When these dogs finally come into rescue, we love them, care for them and when we can, we place them in the most loving homes we can find.
Some dogs, though, come to us too late to be made healthy and whole. They are too sick, too broken, their needs have been ignored for too long. When there is nothing more that we can do to make the dog well or even ease the suffering, we personally hold them and tenderly help them to The Bridge.
It is our job, as rescuers, to do so.
The time will come when we, the Rescuers, will find ourselves making our way across the cool green meadows, heading up to the Bridge...
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These are the meadows and hills where our special friends can run and play together.
There is always plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable here.
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They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks in the distance. |
They will spot us coming.
Then the young pup and the older dog, lying on shaded sweet grass will be watching the reunions. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a whole family will approach the Rainbow Bridge, and be greeted by their loving pets and cross the bridge together.
Sometimes, a very special thing happens. The young pup will playfully nip at the older one, saying, "Look! Something wonderful is happening!"
The older dog will stand up quickly and bark, "Quickly. Get over to the path."
"But that's not my owner," the pup may whine softly, but he will do as he is told.
Thousands of pets surge forward as a figure in white walks on the path towards the bridge. As the glowing figure passes each animal, that animal bows its head in love and respect. The figure finally approaches the Bridge, and is met by a menagerie of joyous animals. Together, they all walk over the Bridge and disappear.
The young pup, still in awe whispers: "Was that an angel?"
"No, son," the older dog replies. "That was more than an angel.
That was a rescuer."
-Author Unknown |
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We sorrow over the passing of any animal and grieve for their loss.
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Some are so especially loved, we remember them here. |
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Tribute to Sprinkles - Sprinkles, you were abandoned in a parking lot on a rainy and cold night. We only had you for five months but we loved you dearly. We miss you and will remember you forever.
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Tribute to Chanel - so brave; so suddenly taken from us.
This was our dear Chanel. She was the best friend of Aramis and was to be adopted by one of our own rescuers, Heidi Walker. But Chanel died just after surgery to remove her eye. We miss you Chanel. Aramis misses you too. God Bless You and Keep you until we meet at you at the Bridge.
Tribute to Willow -
Willow - She came to us from a shelter... friendless, starvation thin, sweet, easy... and we tried. We tried so hard to save her. Nothing we did could help Willow... she had been neglected too long. Life was agony. In the same week as Chanel, Willow went to the Bridge in the first week of June '09. God bless her and we hope she is smacking her lips over the good warm food she can now enjoy.
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| TRIBUTE TO Scooby aka "Ralphie" |
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We miss you Scooby. We tried to save you. We loved you very much. God bless and keep you!!! We will meet you at the Bridge. Wait for us and pray for us. |
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TRIBUTE TO CODY |
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Marilyn and Donnie,
We understand and feel the pain with you.
You know we are all here if you need us!
Thank you to the
THE DANCE
Looking back on the memory of
the dance we shared, beneath the stars above.
For a moment all the world was right,
how was I to know that you'd ever say good bye?
And now I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the dance.
Holding you, I held everything,
for a moment, wasn't I the king?
If I'd only known how the king would fall
hey who's to say, you know I might have changed it all.
And now I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the dance.
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| TRIBUTE TO Ce Ce |
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We only had her for 5 short weeks but hopefully she knew just how much we loved her!
She had a slight cough when we got her that seemed to persist. So we took her to the vet and put her on antibiotics for 2 weeks and it only got worse. On Friday morning...she looked like me when I'm having an asthma attack..so I rushed her to the vet. She spent the day in an oxygen tent and an xray revealed that she had an Intra-thorasic tracheal collapse. Her windpipe gets smaller than a straw deep in her chest. Her lungs and heart were enlarged due to the struggle to get air. They were giving her injections to relax her and help open the airway. I was told that there was really nothing they could do for her! She came to us 12 years old from a one-time elderly owner who became ill with cancer. Then at 3:00 pm..they called me and told me she was doing excellent..had a great response to the meds and was out of the oxygen tent and could go home. So I picked her up with more medication and was told that this situation was "iffy"..that it is like a diabetic or an asthmatic...the meds are used to try to maintain but an attack could happen at any time. She was stable until yesterday morning....(the night time was soooo restless..like she just didn't want to lay down or sleep)...by 10 am..she was gasping coughing like a child with croup and I called Marilyn and we rushed to Marilyn's vet. Her tongue was turning blue and she still managed to give me and my supportive friend some licks on the hand. Just like that...she was on her way to the Rainbow Bridge to be with My Bear. (My 12 year old yorkie we raised from a puppy had to be put down on September 14th.) Goodbye sweet CeCe, we loved you while we could. |
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TRIBUE TO DUSTY |
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He was so smart. He would remind me every night to give him his medicine, then when it was time for his bone after supper. At 5:00 every night if I hadn't started supper, he wanted to know why not and it had better be good! He expected to eat at 6:00 or before. I though I had him fooled when Daylight savings time came, but Nope, 5:00 right on the nose. Occasionally through the day, he would tell me it was time for a treat (He was usually right.)
He loved both of us, but he was Paul's dog. He used to love to chase his plastic hot dog, but as he matured, he seemed to think such silliness beneathe his dignity.
He was our first dog and got us trained eventually, to be proper Yorkie owners. I think he thought we were incredibly stupid and often had to be reprimanded.
We could make him do anything...he wanted to do. Loved to go for rides in the car and for walks in the woods.
God Bless Dusty - |
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Please take a moment and visit our RAINBOW BRIDGE by clicking on our Yorkie Angel below. |
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| If you would like to add a memorial please contact us... God Bless |
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I'll lend you for a little time, a dog of mine God said.
For you to love while she lives and mourn when she is dead.
The years they may be six or ten or even as few as three.
But will you, 'til I call her back, take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this dog to learn.
I've looked the wide world over, in my search for masters true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give her your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again?
We answered in sincerity, Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy this dog shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, and love her while we may,
And for the happiness we will know, we'll ever grateful stay.
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we planned,
We'll know the bitter grief that comes and try to understand. |
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