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The Rainbow Bridge
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...
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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If you adopted an SFRA rescue that is waiting at Rainbow Bridge and would like to add his or her picture to this page, please send it to sbcreations@insightbb.com
This is from an SFRA adopter.
Reprinted with permission.
A Tribute to Amy
Jan 28 2008
Last night, after getting home from work, I had to do the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I had to decide whether my dog lived or died.
Amy was about 12 or 13. I’m not real sure because I adopted her through a Schnauzer rescue group. She was rescued from a shelter where she was sent to die after having served her owner for many years; giving him/her several litters of Miniature Schnauzer puppies. Once she was no longer useable for breeding, she was sent to die.
That’s the point where I got her. Amy lived a lot of her life in a crate so, consequently, she did not play. She didn’t fetch, or roll over or play tug-of-war with our other rescued Schnauzers. Amy just kinda lay around, ate the occasional offered dog biscuit and barked at cars. I just figured she deserved to just lay around and bark at cars and chase squirrels.
Amy was also a loving and watchful dog as evidenced by her habit of putting herself between my other dogs and strangers. She could be very aggressive and protective, but so very gentle. Amy was black, her fur soft as silk; her eyes, deep and black as night.
Amy ultimately would have died from congestive heart failure. She could have lasted another couple of days, maybe even three months. But in the emergency vets office, she was physically suffering. Her abdomen swollen from holding water brought on by her heart problem. Struggling to breathe, she looked at me; her eyes, begging for some relief. I was given the choice. I chose in Amy’s favor to end her suffering rather than prolong her agony through medication.
As the vet stood by with her final farewell I said my goodbye to Amy. Holding her, I could feel her warm body; her sorrowful eyes begging me to help her. As difficult as it was to say goodbye, I did not prolong it. I told the vet to get on with it. Holding Amy, her breaths coming on rapidly, then fading as quickly; she fell limp in my arms.
I can only hope that her time spent with me was far more pleasurable than the miserable life she no doubt had at the hands of unscrupulous breeders.
Goodbye Amy - I loved you so much. You were a good dog.
Jan 29, 2008
I woke up this morning calling for Molly, Amy and Gretchy. Then I remembered. Sigh.....
I did not think I would feel sorrow this deep.
Teresa and Bill
Reprinted with permission.
A Tribute to Amy
Jan 28 2008
Last night, after getting home from work, I had to do the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I had to decide whether my dog lived or died.
Amy was about 12 or 13. I’m not real sure because I adopted her through a Schnauzer rescue group. She was rescued from a shelter where she was sent to die after having served her owner for many years; giving him/her several litters of Miniature Schnauzer puppies. Once she was no longer useable for breeding, she was sent to die.
That’s the point where I got her. Amy lived a lot of her life in a crate so, consequently, she did not play. She didn’t fetch, or roll over or play tug-of-war with our other rescued Schnauzers. Amy just kinda lay around, ate the occasional offered dog biscuit and barked at cars. I just figured she deserved to just lay around and bark at cars and chase squirrels.
Amy was also a loving and watchful dog as evidenced by her habit of putting herself between my other dogs and strangers. She could be very aggressive and protective, but so very gentle. Amy was black, her fur soft as silk; her eyes, deep and black as night.
Amy ultimately would have died from congestive heart failure. She could have lasted another couple of days, maybe even three months. But in the emergency vets office, she was physically suffering. Her abdomen swollen from holding water brought on by her heart problem. Struggling to breathe, she looked at me; her eyes, begging for some relief. I was given the choice. I chose in Amy’s favor to end her suffering rather than prolong her agony through medication.
As the vet stood by with her final farewell I said my goodbye to Amy. Holding her, I could feel her warm body; her sorrowful eyes begging me to help her. As difficult as it was to say goodbye, I did not prolong it. I told the vet to get on with it. Holding Amy, her breaths coming on rapidly, then fading as quickly; she fell limp in my arms.
I can only hope that her time spent with me was far more pleasurable than the miserable life she no doubt had at the hands of unscrupulous breeders.
Goodbye Amy - I loved you so much. You were a good dog.
Jan 29, 2008
I woke up this morning calling for Molly, Amy and Gretchy. Then I remembered. Sigh.....
I did not think I would feel sorrow this deep.
Teresa and Bill
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Read Buddy's Tribute below
My rainbow bridge story for Buddy Boy:
I don't even know where to begin and I do not want to make this too long. Mark's beloved dog died shortly after we were married. It was very hard on both of us, especially Mark. I wasn't particularly interested in getting another dog but one night there I was, looking at a website of adoptable dogs. We probably looked at over 50 of them and when Buddy Boy popped up on the SFRA website, we both said "THAT's the one"!!!!
Buddy had a horrible start in life, no hair on his back or tail thanks to an abuser who left him sitting in his own waste and fleas. We later discovered Buddy must have been beaten, too, because when my husband would take off a shoe or belt after work Buddy would dodge under the bed. Gut wrenching!! And while Buddy certainly warmed up to all of our love and affection, there was always a "distrusting" look in his eyes.
We made the drive all the way to Sandusky, Ohio (about three hours, maybe more) from here and that's where we met Buddy's amazing foster mom, Kellie Barrett. When we walked, in Buddy had on a red collar, red leash and big red bow attached to the collar. It was clear how much Kellie loved him and cared about him!! I remember feeling so sorry for the little guy on that long car ride home. "Here we go again, what are THESE people gonna be like?”
Well, I can tell you, "these people" loved Buddy like a son and that dog was spoiled rotten!!! He was loved SO very much and received the best of everything we could ever offer him. He had his trials, though, too. Surgery to remove teeth and surgery to remove an ear. While it looked like he still had an ear, it was obvious the nerves were gone because that ear never "stood up" anymore. While he was in intensive care in Cincinnati (about 50 miles from us in Englewood) my husband, my dear sweet husband, drove down there to visit him every day.
I could go on for HOURS and I wish I could. Unfortunately, there was not a happy ending for any of us. Mark, (whom Buddy absolutely ADORED.....when Mark walked in the door every night after work he called out "BUDDY BOY!! MY PAL!!!") suffered a sudden and totally unexpected stroke in the early hours of January 8, 2007. We had just arrived home after taking possession of the new dream vacation home we had spent all of 2006 having built on the east coast. Mark went to bed and I fell asleep in the chair, later going to bed in one of the guest bedrooms so as not to disturb him. After falling fast asleep I was awakened by Buddy Boy frantically "jingling" his collar tags and pawing at me. Mark had fallen down on the floor with a stroke. Had it not been for Buddy Boy, who knows how long his "daddy" would have been there on the floor, in fear. It would have been HOURS before I got up for work.
Buddy Boy gave me those PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS few conscious hours that Mark had left!!! And not only that, my stepson was able to get here from Kentucky on time to talk to his dad before he went into a coma. Mark died on January 10, 2007. A part of Buddy went with him, I believe.
Buddy developed Canine Cognitive Disorder ("Alzheimers") this year.
On June 28, 2008, Buddy Boy went to Rainbow Bridge. I actually prefer to say "Heaven" because I feel that Buddy is now with Mark again. Mark KNEW that Buddy woke me up and said in the hospital "Buddy, my hero". Just goes to show that even the most down-trodden of dogs, the most abused, STILL know how to be loyal!!
I will never EVER forget my precious HERO DOG Buddy Boy!!! He gave me gifts that no one else ever has. And I will always love him for it. I hope these pics come through. They show the love Buddy and Mark had for each other.
Thank you and God Bless SFRA.
Love, Mary
I don't even know where to begin and I do not want to make this too long. Mark's beloved dog died shortly after we were married. It was very hard on both of us, especially Mark. I wasn't particularly interested in getting another dog but one night there I was, looking at a website of adoptable dogs. We probably looked at over 50 of them and when Buddy Boy popped up on the SFRA website, we both said "THAT's the one"!!!!
Buddy had a horrible start in life, no hair on his back or tail thanks to an abuser who left him sitting in his own waste and fleas. We later discovered Buddy must have been beaten, too, because when my husband would take off a shoe or belt after work Buddy would dodge under the bed. Gut wrenching!! And while Buddy certainly warmed up to all of our love and affection, there was always a "distrusting" look in his eyes.
We made the drive all the way to Sandusky, Ohio (about three hours, maybe more) from here and that's where we met Buddy's amazing foster mom, Kellie Barrett. When we walked, in Buddy had on a red collar, red leash and big red bow attached to the collar. It was clear how much Kellie loved him and cared about him!! I remember feeling so sorry for the little guy on that long car ride home. "Here we go again, what are THESE people gonna be like?”
Well, I can tell you, "these people" loved Buddy like a son and that dog was spoiled rotten!!! He was loved SO very much and received the best of everything we could ever offer him. He had his trials, though, too. Surgery to remove teeth and surgery to remove an ear. While it looked like he still had an ear, it was obvious the nerves were gone because that ear never "stood up" anymore. While he was in intensive care in Cincinnati (about 50 miles from us in Englewood) my husband, my dear sweet husband, drove down there to visit him every day.
I could go on for HOURS and I wish I could. Unfortunately, there was not a happy ending for any of us. Mark, (whom Buddy absolutely ADORED.....when Mark walked in the door every night after work he called out "BUDDY BOY!! MY PAL!!!") suffered a sudden and totally unexpected stroke in the early hours of January 8, 2007. We had just arrived home after taking possession of the new dream vacation home we had spent all of 2006 having built on the east coast. Mark went to bed and I fell asleep in the chair, later going to bed in one of the guest bedrooms so as not to disturb him. After falling fast asleep I was awakened by Buddy Boy frantically "jingling" his collar tags and pawing at me. Mark had fallen down on the floor with a stroke. Had it not been for Buddy Boy, who knows how long his "daddy" would have been there on the floor, in fear. It would have been HOURS before I got up for work.
Buddy Boy gave me those PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS few conscious hours that Mark had left!!! And not only that, my stepson was able to get here from Kentucky on time to talk to his dad before he went into a coma. Mark died on January 10, 2007. A part of Buddy went with him, I believe.
Buddy developed Canine Cognitive Disorder ("Alzheimers") this year.
On June 28, 2008, Buddy Boy went to Rainbow Bridge. I actually prefer to say "Heaven" because I feel that Buddy is now with Mark again. Mark KNEW that Buddy woke me up and said in the hospital "Buddy, my hero". Just goes to show that even the most down-trodden of dogs, the most abused, STILL know how to be loyal!!
I will never EVER forget my precious HERO DOG Buddy Boy!!! He gave me gifts that no one else ever has. And I will always love him for it. I hope these pics come through. They show the love Buddy and Mark had for each other.
Thank you and God Bless SFRA.
Love, Mary
