Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the 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 that 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....
10/24/99-2/3/08
To my snugglebutt:
You were my shadow, but I never realized how empty my hand would feel when I reached down and didn't feel your nose.
You were my second boy and my third dog, but I never realized how empty the house would feel without you.
You were my problem child, but I never realized how empty Juliana's arms would be without you to snuggle and pat-pat.
You are running free now, cancer-free and chasing bunnies, and my heart is full with my memories of you.
You will always be with me; I miss you and I love you.
Michael & Christine Noble
Pouncy, bouncy & full of fun, sweet Tigger was my number one. She was the reason I got into greyhound rescue. Gone but never forgotten.
Bill Weinberg
Belle was the biggest crybaby greyhound I ever met. She was also a real meet & greet trooper. Always a greyt presence at the Ren Faire, everybody's friend. She was also my "roadie", always ready to go with dad. I miss her more than any other dog I've had.
Bill Weinberg
She was a beat up, battle scarred old brood mama who had a heart of solid gold. Never was there a more regal or dignified matron. She was truly Precious and we were blessed to have her with us for 5 years.
Bill & Chris Weinberg
Darby (Pa's Dashing) was one of our failed fosters. He was our problem child, always finding trouble to get into. On January 14, 2007, Darby chased his last squirrel. He collapsed in our yard and died January 17, 2007. He was my Darby Detterline.
Deb & Barre Detterline
Dooley 5/21/01 - 4/16/08
On March 11th, we lost our beloved Finnigan (El Top Hat) to osteo. He fought a brave battle by participating in a pain management study at the University of Pennsylvania. We were blessed with an extra two and a half months with Finnigan. He loved going to Meet & Greets, leaning on anyone who came close, convincing them he liked them the best. He was our big gentle, goofy boy who we will always love and miss terribly.
On April 16, 2008, we lost Dooley, (Bobbye's Flirt) to an abdominal mass. He was his dad's shadow, following him everywhere. He loved sunning himself in the yard and sharing the couch with his pop. He will be missed.
Deb & Barre Detterline
Budee Budee (Buddy Van) 11/9/97 – 7/5/2007
My big brindle boy and my first greyhound. I noticed him first when he and Tucker were taken from the van, so I consider him my first..
From now on, the 4th of July won't be happy, because I'll always know that the anniversary of his death is the following day.
He had a massive stroke and there was nothing to be done for him except crossing that Bridge.
I miss him and I always will.
Joan Fish
Lolo (Forbes Rhodella)
Although Lolo was almost 10, she still ran full tilt three times a week, hunted for bunnies (then let them go) and ate like a front loader to the very end.
Lolo (aka Forbes Rhodella), came to us after being discovered in a fenced enclosure along with two other dogs. When she arrived at NGAP she weighed 45 pounds. Her color was unidentifiable through the mud, ticks and fleas caked onto her tiny body. She was so weak that she was carried to her crate. When I reached out to touch her, she was shaking, but she put her paw over my hand and held it there, and she kissed my face. We were bonded for life from that moment.
Lolo's one weakness was her comfort. And she loved to cuddle in bed with me. My husband comes to bed late, and would tell Lolo to get down and go to her special bed. As far as Lolo was concerned, there was nothing special about it. With deliberate slowness, Lolo would eye him with one eye, heave a huge sigh, get up one leg at a time and then get off the bed. Before she lay down, she would eye my husband one more time, heave one more emotional sigh and thump down onto her bed. That sigh said it all.
Never have I had a bond with person or animal as I had with Lolo, nor have I ever known a more loving being. She was an angel, a therapist, a companion, a baby, a travel-mate, an alarm, an exercise-mate and a friend. She was, for me, in every way, perfect…perfect love.
We are sick with the loss, but we think of her with deep love and gratitude. We think she is mentoring our new Greys, Mic and Cindy. We hope so. They should be so lucky.
- Frances Young
Onyx my love:
My big, beautiful, Greyt Girl, with gorgeous soul connecting eyes. What a wonderful joy it was to live with you for five years. To walk with you early every morning in the quiet dawning of a new day on the path along the Bushkill. To see your excitement when you alerted me to a rabbit,
squirrel, or another person through the trees more than a half mile away. To feel you lean against me with interest as the school kids go on the bus and to kiss me for the treat when we got home. Onyx my love, I learned so very much from you. The path is vacant now, but I know you walk with our Master above, your eyes fixed on the bridge for me so we can cross together. I miss you Greyt Girl, you will be in my heart forever.
- Paul Morrison
Lots of folks at First State will remember Keeper's name. He was truly the most amazing animal. Because of his wonderful disposition and fantastic looks, he was true a crusader for First State. Because of him, many greys found loving homes. Yesterday, he left us. He died in my arms. He was the love of my life. I truly needed him more than he needed me. I can't give him a more meaningful tribute than that. He touched so many people's lifes, that he will never be forgotten.
Rest in peace, my wonderful and loving friend.
- Linda Benner
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