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MEMORIALS TO OUR BEST BUDDIES
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, someone who was 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, 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 those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
Tribute to a Little GSD
BY: Susan J. Slight
He weighed barely 11 ounces at birth, and wasn't breathing when the sack came off--and had no gag reflex. But his tongue was still pink, and a vigorous rubbing with a towel soon brought an indignant squawk. It didn't take him long to figure out what to do at the feeding faucets, and so a life started for a special little guy. A white streak that started between his eyes and continued down his nose and under his chin earned him the name Flash, and it became apparent to his bigger, heavier siblings that he would not let go of "dinner" as easily as they might've thought. While we always stood by ready to help him out, that help was never needed. He grew...sort of...and thrived. As the weeks passed, I was convinced that he was not going to be long with us...he was just too small, but oh how people loved to see him: a little fuzz ball with ears up at 4 weeks, just prancing his little self all around the puppy pen. Then at 5 weeks, it happened, I thought. I went out in the morning to feed the litter, and found everyone standing around him as he lay on the ground. He was, for all intents and purposes, dead: grey gums, sunken eyes...but still breathing. As he didn't appear to be feeling anything at all, much less any distress, I wrapped him in a towel, prepared to cuddle him and talk to him, and "let him go" peacefully. Silly me! After several hours, he was up and about, and demanding dinner. I put him in an exercise pen to keep the other puppies from bothering him and hopefully, to find out just what might've happened to him (never did), but instead earned myself a sleepless night as he yelled his displeasure over his housing arrangements. Ok, fine! The next day he was back with the rest of the litter...and life went on. He learned to shake hands for his cookies, and wormed his way into our hearts just by being so darned cute...so silly people that we are, hubby and I decided to just go ahead and keep him and train him in obedience. To give credit where credit is due, Mike worked with him faithfully every night and never missed one of my classes. As long as treats were given for good performance, Flash shone in obedience. It was when we started weaning him from those treats that trouble started. I'd watch him after I called "halt"...he'd sit and look at "Dad" expectantly...when no treat came in sight, the paw started waving. I guess Flash figured a hand shake might remind "Dad" that a treat was supposed to appear. When that didn't work, Flash was no longer an obedience dog...try as we might, he just was NOT going to do this silly stuff like "down" or "come" or "stay" or "heel". So much for that idea!!!!
He was quite smart...smart enough to let us know in no uncertain terms that there was no way he was going to go into an obedience ring and do those silly exercises! The kicker was that even years later, as long as we were only on a walk, and not at any match, he would heel like a little OTCH!!! And I never saw faster sits when I stopped. Darn him!
Given the choice, he preferred kennel life to being a house dog, but always was ready to come in for a few minutes and get his nightly ear rubs and cookies. He greatest love, after ear rubs, was running laps around the kennels, driving the other dogs crazy. The more they barked, the faster his little legs ran. He also learned to "dance" for his dinner by watching the bitch next to him. We'd almost get dizzy watching turn those tight little circles....but never a day went by without him dancing for dinner.
He didn't take kindly to moving to New Hampshire. His 57 full grown pounds fit nicely in a 400, but air travel was not his idea of a good time. It wasn't until he discovered a pool in the yard to run laps around that he was once again the happy, stubborn little guy we'd known in WA. He loved running in the snow, but also enjoyed chasing leaves, snowballs and hapless squirrels who found themselves in the yard at the wrong time. And always, after playing hide and seek, he danced for his dinner...life was good.
That is until this morning, when despite the valiant efforts of our vet, Flash left us to go play in that glorious meadow beside the Rainbow Bridge. I'm sure he's driving everyone crazy by running laps around that meadow...and he's free from pain and suffering.
He was loved, and he is missed...
Thank you for letting me share this with you. It helps knowing
others understand our pain and loss.
LIST LOSES: Actra 12/26/87 - 6/26/99 Niki 01/06/89 - 07/21/00
Actra 12/26/87 - 6/26/99
Niki 01/06/89 - 07/21/00
A Dog's Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all
the world is more grateful for kindness, than loving
heart of me.
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