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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
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Tristan (Sting Ray)
Tristan (Sting Ray)
Dec 5 2002 – Nov 5 2005 – July 5 2013.
I like to think of an adoption date as a new birthday. Tristan arrived in my life on November 5th, 2005. He was my first greyhound. Although I had other dogs throughout my life — as most of you know — when you let a grey into your heart, he pretty much rewrites everything you ever knew about loving unconditionally.
Tristan was a winner from snout to tail. A track star, a prison program graduate. He had more personality & starch in one paw than many Two-Legs I've known. Tristan didn't walk or stroll, he swaggered. A beautiful red brindle, my tiger turned heads everywhere we went. The John Travolta of Ambassadogs. He was wicked smart too. He convinced everyone we met that greyhounds were unquestionably the finest dogs on earth. And if someone was being stubborn, he'd just lean on them until they surrendered. He broke down our new landlord using that tactic.
We traveled the whole eastern US together. He loved the rushing window wind. "All the thrill and none of the work," I'd tease him. Trail leader in the woods, sophisticated gent on a stroll downtown, shopping at PetSmart, I could take him anywhere... but his favorite destination was the Dog Park. First, he'd check in with all the dogs. Taunt the young guns, then take off in grand 30 mph style. Returning, he make the rounds among the stunned Two-Legs, collecting admiring pats from his new fans.
Tristan, you became ill so suddenly, I wasn't at all prepared to let you go. Dr. Schneider reminded me how tough you'd always been, how you'd mask lesser aches & pains. This was something bigger and more serious than we could fight, even together. The ride to the hospital that early morning seemed like the longest of my life, until I had to take the ride home without you.
That night, I left the window open, made your bed and set out fresh water for your spirit when you returned home. I knew your journey would be long. As I promised when I held you, you're going to the biggest doggie park you've ever seen. When I miss you now, I look up in the stars and know you're playing among them.
Love you so much my prince...
Momma & Simon-Pup
Doc
Doc
7/22/1999 – 6/25/2013
We fostered BP’s Dr. Strangeluv in November, 2004. We called him Doc, not wanting to change his name if we weren’t keeping him. Four months later, when a home was found for him, we admitted our foster failure and asked if we could keep him. He was so timid and shy, so afraid of everything. He stayed close to our other grey, Gina, but cowered if we made any sudden move near him. After four months we had made some headway, but didn’t want him to experience the stress of another new home. It took a good year of hours on the couch holding and massaging him, and lots of Meet and Greets and interaction with other people and greys. He became one of the finest dogs we’ve ever known.
Although he was officially “Doc”, at home we called him “The Doctor”.He was quietly demanding, continually standing next to me until he got what hecame for, either a walk or a treat. I couldn’t sit on the couch without his head on my lap or with his butt close enough for a constant caressing. If I stopped, he bared his teeth and hissed at me, until he felt my touch again and went back to sleep.
Doc shared over 8 years with us and passed less than one month before his 14th birthday. He loved walks and roadtrips, but his favorite event was barbeques, where he put on a show digging holes, thinking it very funny that I was behind him sweeping up the mess he was making while he continued to dig.
He was truly a Doctor to all of us. Jasmine joined us when Gina passed unexpectedly in 2006, and while not thrilled with sharing his home with a new dog, Doc, always the gentleman, accepted and bonded with her. His last few years brought on rear leg weakness and house accidents, and he couldn’t do stairs anymore, but we kept him comfortable and he still loved his walks. He passed on June 25th, suddenly, quickly, and we pray, painlessly. Although we knew it could happen at any time, it has left a huge hole in our hearts that will be a long time healing.
Loretta Catena
Lila
My sweet quiet Lila; my couch potato was called home today while I soothed her loving face. My heart Is breaking and I miss her already. We had her for a year and I hope she left us knowing what a loving family she was part of. Rest In peace Lila.
Love your forever family
Hallo Trays Gold
Hallo Trays Gold (2/27/2002 - 4/23/2013)
When I decided to get a dog, I knew I wanted to get a 'rescue' and thought a greyhound (with their reported coach-potato nature) would be perfect. Not knowing much else, I left it to Barbara to choose a dog for me and in June of 2005 met her and Al at the vet's to pick-up Hallo Trays Gold, newly arrived from Florida. Tray, as he became known, was leaning heavily on Al, but gave me a smile that spread all across his face, crinkling-up his eyes and stealing my heart. This one in a million greyhound survived Telangiectatic Osteoscarcoma, diagnosed in a joint of a toe in August 2005 after amputation and multiple rounds of chemotherapy through the end of 2005. While Tray may have been lucky to get someone who could and would pay for treatment, as it turned out, Tray in many ways, 'rescued' me during an difficult adjustment to life as a disabled person. My 2nd grey, Jo, joined us in 2006 and together Tray and Jo have kept me entertained, active and company down through the years.
Always a happy boy and bed hog, Tray loved laying on his back with his legs waggling in the air. Friendly to all, on our daily walks he would search out people and try to lead us to them, where he would stand still and give them a "don't you want to pet me?" look that worked more times than not. He hated rain, loved snow and in the Fall nothing made him happier than thrashing around in piles of leaves. Not one to keep his feelings to himself, Tray would yelp, holla and stomp a foot to get his way.
In March of 2010 Tray developed an autoimmune condition that attacked his red blood cells. First the condition, known as AMHA, responded well to treatment, but then this past winter Tray began to decline. Though his vets tried everything, in April it was clear that treatment was no longer working and Tray's red blood cell count was falling. Finally, the only thing I could do for him was to let him go, though it broke my heart to do it.
Its been 2 months now and both Jo and I miss Tray every day and I still catch myself looking/calling out for him. Even so, I wouldn't trade a minute of the time I had him with me and hope to see his smile again someday...
Rosemary Farr
Phinnaeus "Finn"
Phinnaeus "Finn" aka King Honey (Badger)
August 13, 2005-June 22, 2013
We knew we wanted to add to our greyhound family and give Hazel a sibling and playmate. There were a few dogs we thought about, but Patty paired us up with King Honey (Badger) who we later named Phinnaeus “Finn.” That match changed our lives forever and could not have been more perfect.
In the beginning Finn was a bit timid and we were told his bare back legs would stay that way. With time, Finn came out of his shell and he started to grow so much hair that he would shed just by looking at him. He and Hazel would play cat and mouse around the patio table and dining room table. Finn learned where his treats were kept and had no trouble yodeling at us until he got his way. Sleeping was his favorite pastime and he never met a bed, couch, or pair of legs he didn’t like. Finn was our goofy boy who thought he was a lap dog and just wanted to be close to all of us, so close, that he would often push Hazel out of the way to make sure any pets or belly rubs landed his way. A skilled runner, he even managed to run across the top of dirt piles created while our yard was dug out for a pool. That talent led to a makeshift fence being put up…which he promptly took down when he decided to run straight into it to do his figure 8 laps.
As funny as he was, at his heart, he was an absolute love. They say we are the ones who rescue these beautiful greyhounds, but really they rescue us. Finn’s love made us all better people and we miss him terribly. However, we know that right now he’s bounding from cloud to cloud, chasing squirrels, and yodeling for all to hear.
We will miss him terribly. Even Hazel.
Thank you Patty and everyone at Greyhound Friends,
Bill, Judy, Courtney, Deirdre, and Hazel Fagan & Michael Stewart
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