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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 »
Shadow, Jasper & Joslyn
The Trio - A Class Act
My first 3 greys have a very special place in my heart. They were an introduction to a gentle, loving and patient breed. I adopted them all at 3 years of age.
In the pictures left to right they are - Shadow, Jasper & Joslyn.
Shadow - once trained for home life, he was quick to train the other two. I didn't realize how much he did in subtle ways to make life run smoother. Shadow excelled in everything he did. He was my right hand man. (August 2, 1998 - January 4, 2011, lived to 12-1/2
years old.) Born a Greyhound - Died a Gentleman.
Joslyn - a petite Greyhound, the smallest I have ever seen. She was very feminine and
oh so sweet. (July 31, 2001 - January 2, 2012, lived to 10-1/2 years old.)
Always a Lady.
Jasper - was also eager to please, with such a funny personality. His antics made us laugh. He was our character. (June 21, 1999 - January 3, 2014, lived to 14-1/2 years old.) Such a sweet little boy.
I could write a book about them, they filled my life with so much love.
Being true to their breed, they have paved the way for more Greyhounds in my life. What a fine job they have done. I will keep them close in my heart forever.
Judy Olsen
Cmon Davonti
It is with extreme sadness that I announce the passing of Cmon Davanti. She was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma this past summer and eventually was in too much pain to enjoy a good quality of life.
Despite only having Davanti for a year, she touched our lives in a way I thought impossible. She was the kindest, goofiest and most loving animal I have ever known.
We will forever be Greyhound owners thanks to our pretty girl. In the near future we plan on adopting two Greyhounds that are in need of a forever home.
Jeff & Julie Johnson
Rest In Peace, Davanti. We love you with all of our hearts.
Murff aka “Mad Man Murphy”
In Memory of our beloved Murff aka “Mad Man Murphy”
Born 7/27/01
Went to the Rainbow Bridge 12/8/12
Our Murff was not a madman! He was the sweetest, gentlest, most majestic grey ever. I can’t tell you how many times on our daily walks that people would stop and comment on what a beautiful dog he is. There were also times when he was even stopping traffic, motorists slowing down their cars to shout out the window “What kind of dog is that? He is gorgeous! Did you rescue him? God bless you!” He was well known in our area of town….crossing guards waving when they saw him coming…..neighbors calling out Hey Murff!....children asking if they could pet him…., and of course he was always happy to see and walk with his “girl” Oreo, a beautiful black and white grey.
But……Murff’s time on the earth was coming to an end….diagnosed with cancer……he left fairly quick and could not hold on any longer.
I miss him still….my wonderful grey!......in spirit with me still.
Love, your mommy and daddy, Joe, Jack, your favorite buddy Slicky, and Sid-Nee
Iggy
It is with great sadness that we write to tell all of the passing of Iggy, formerly BF Wigwam. We had to put Iggy down on Monday because of a very aggressive osteosarcoma that progressed from a barely noticeable shadow on x-ray to total destruction of her shoulder in just 2 weeks. Our vet said he never saw anything change so rapidly. The pain came fast and furious.
We will never forget Iggy, our first grey. She blessed our lives for 4 years and was taken much too soon, just shy of her 7th birthday. She was the ultimate "lady", a gentle soul with the most amazing eyes and velvet ears. She was so timid when she came to us but blossomed into the perfect companion.
RIP Ig! Send some smiles down to Lapi (Thomas the Tank), he misses you terribly :(
Bogart (Bogie) Michaelson
Bogart (Bogie) Michaelson
June 2004 – May 2013
Our beautiful, much-loved boy was put to rest just before midnight May 28th after a courageous struggle with an extremely aggressive osteosarcoma. He handled his amputation and the first two chemo treatments with few problems, and that gave us hope for an extended recovery. But it was not to be. A few days prior to his 3rd chemo treatment he began showing signs of rapid breathing and the x-ray (taken only 10 weeks after his pre-amputation clean x-ray) showed the cancer had metastasized extensively to his lungs. Less than a week later his condition had deteriorated to the point that we had to let him go. He was brave, sweet and loving right up to the end.
Bogie (formerly Patrik) came to live with us shortly before Christmas 2007. Bogie was big, red, beautiful and very sweet and gentle. His ears stuck straight up like rabbit ears – we used to joke that it was his disguise so he could sneak up on bunnies. He loved to have those big ears rubbed. Bogie loved to be hugged and always managed to hook a foot around your arm – even when he only had one front foot. He was practically beside himself with joy when he got to ride in the car, and mealtimes were his favorite time of day. He loved his walks, and enjoyed inspecting any cars that were parked on the street, perhaps hoping for a ride. While Bogie loved all humans, he was especially attached to Steve. Bogie could be indifferent to his “sister,” Bacall (formerly Kinrara). But she loved him dearly and she misses him.
We are so grateful to have had the privilege to take care of this wonderful animal. His life was too brief, but we tried to make it wonderful.
Steve and Connie (and Bacall) Michaelson
Text Taken from a Memorial
“…For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not where the dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is one to a dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained and nothing lost – if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call – come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you may call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him nor resent him coming, for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who have never really had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them.
The one best place to bury a dog is in the heart of his master…”
Anonymous
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