June 15, 1994 - March 12,  2009


The Rainbow Bridge

Author unknown:

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 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 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 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.


FOR Diane Wright's Chelsea and
Other List Loses

Life is filled with difficult things
With pain and sorrow and woe,
Life would be a wonderful thing
Except for the sorrow we know

Beautiful sunsets, the cheerful smile
Are sometimes lost to our heart
When terrible things, tares at our soul
When bonded friends must part

The loss of love, the dashing of dreams
The hopes that we had, not a few
The wonderful times, the devotion shared
The moments, life found anew

Gone in a moment, lost in our tears
Absent that wonderful touch
How to survive so great a loss
Of the one we loved so much

But time passes on and days come and go
And we are not left without
Memories that touch us, time after time
And leave a warm glow about

The days filled with love, adventure and fun
The warm, calm peace at day's end
I would not have had it, it would not be mine
Except for the love of my friend

Sleep now my partner, your love remains
Leave me to suffer my pain
Until all the sorrow, grief and great loss
Give way to fond memories again

The is no pain where there is no value
No loss where there has been no joy
There is no life unless we are giving
Places for love to employ

David Fritsche

Occasionally, we are graced with the presence of an earthbound angel.  They are unable to stay with us for long, but while they do, they bring unprecedented joy and happiness to all they touch. While they are here, we bask in their goodness and marvel at their contribution to the world. When they leave, we are left with the devastation that comes with such a wonderful being... but we must remember... the earth bound angels are not ours to keep.  They are ours to enjoy, learn from, and behold until they return home.

Author unknown


If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember....

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter--simple because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room--and when you feel it brush against you for the first time--it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet--and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day--if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own -- on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you--you will feel as long as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul--a bit smaller in size than your own--seems to walk with you, at timesduring the lonely days to come.

And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg--very very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay--you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart--As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own.

You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when--along with the memory of your pet--and piercing through the heaviness in your heart -- there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love--like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow--and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the
legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets -- it is a Love we will always possess.

(by Martin Scot Kosins)


If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come -- please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve -- it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years;
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.

--- Anonymous ---

Letting Go
BY: Mary Anne Vogt

How do you know
when its time to let go
of your friend after 13 good years?

How can it be
she can no longer see?
What do you do with your tears?

How do you cope
when there's not much more hope?
No one would dare take her place.

Doesn't she know
that I can't let her go?
Why does she still lick my face?

She struggles to stand
and nuzzles my hand.
What will I do when she's gone?

The shine in her eyes 
seems to dim as she tries -
my Cedar Ridge A-Raya Dawn.

The Spirit of a German Shepherd Dog 

I  was standing on a hillside 
In a field of blowing wheat 
And the spirit of a German Shepherd 
Was lying at my feet. 

He looked at me with kind dark eyes 
An ancient wisdom shining through 
And in the essence of his being 
I saw love there too. 

His mind did lock upon my heart 
As I stood there on that day 
And he told me of this story 
About a place so far away. 

I stood upon that hillside 
In a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second 
His spirit left my feet. 

His tale did put my heart at ease 
My fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me 
On another distant day.

"I live among God's creatures now 
In the heavens of your mind 
So do not grieve for me, my friend 
As I am with my kind. 

My collar is a rainbow's hue 
My leash a shooting star 
My boundaries are the Milky Way 
Where I sparkle from afar. 

There are no pens or kennels here 
For I am not confined 
But free to roam God's heavens 
Among my Shepherd kind. 

I nap the day on a snowy cloud 
Gentle breezes rocking me 
And dream the dreams of earthlings 
And how it used to be. 

The trees are full of liver treats 
And tennis balls abound 
And Milkbones line the walkways 
Just waiting to be found. 

There even is a ring set up 
The grass all lush and green 
And everyone who gaits around 
Becomes the Best of Breed. 

For we're all winners in this place 
We have no faults, you see 
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me. 

I drink from waters laced with gold 
My world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride 
To amble at my very side. 

At night I sleep in an angle's arms 
Her wings protecting me 
And moonbeams dance about us 
As stardust falls on thee. 

So when your life on earth is spent 
And you stand at Heaven's gate 
Have no fear of loneliness 
For here, you know I wait." 

Author unknown 

LAST CALL - A listing of lost Buddies and
Cause of Death.. A database kept by Jean 

A Pet's Prayer to Saint Peter

I have traveled far to reach this Pearly Gate
But I do not want to wander byond this place.
I just need to rest awhile for my friend I wait.

Please let them know I love them still.
Let them know that I understand
What they did, they did with love.
With my body gone, my spirit flew
On the wings of a dove
To my Creator's Heaven above.

Now I ask that I may wait.
I will lay quietly here by the gate.
For if I entered now without my friend,
It wouldn't be Heaven at all.

Do not stand at my grave and weep  

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
- Anonymous

Heaven's Gate (formerly titled To Sundae)

If there's a doggy heaven,
I know that's where you are.
About a billion miles away
Standing on a star.

It's a doggy paradise,
No fences and no leads.
There won't be any do's or don'ts;
You can do just as you please.

There'll be lots of bones to chew
And lots of hole to dig.
And there'll be lots of other dogs,
Little ones and big!

You'll romp and play with new-found friends
Forever, don't you see?
So why are you sitting at the gate
Just waiting there for me?

Zoa Rockenstein, Author and Owner of Copyright RiverRock



Actra 12/26/87 - 6/26/99
Alexis  10/12/85 - 8/18/98
Ally 07/21/90 - 12/14/04
Ana 6/22/91 - 10/30/03
Anna 4/11/91 - 12/14/03
Arsenio 4/17/90 - 2/16/98

Arista 5/11/87 - 2/9/2000
Artie 7/20/91 - 9/6/00
Azzie  2/16/88 - 2/23/99

Barbie  1/19/97 - 1/26/98
Bear (ZB)  9/13/85 - 2/28/00
Ben 08/11/93 - 09/10/05
Bentley 4/26/96 - 7/12/06
Beowulfe 1/15/96 - 1/30/02
Blackie 2/19/93 - 2/14/01

Blaze    unknown - 1/18/99
Bliss 4/3/90 - 3/6/00
Bobbin 6/26/88 - 8/11/97

Boomer  12/03/87 - 10/17/98

Breaker 5/23/90 - 5/03/01
Bryana 5/20/86 - 2/14/01
Buster  6/20/92  - 2/12/00

Caesar 08/13/94 - 09/08/97
Cass   2/13/89 - 4/19/98

Cassie  2/12/96 - 6/30/98
CC 6/19/97 - 10/4/2002

Ceres  5/15/83 - 2/19/99
Chance 1/3/88 - 4/27/00
Charge 7/1/92 - 5/21/98.

Chelsea 12/18/89 - 2/6/98
Christy 2/4/1994 - 7/5/2001
Cinder 4/23/01 - 7/27/09
Cody   6/21/86 - 11/26/97

Coffee   11/1/90 - 11/23/92
Country 8/15/83 - 2/28/95
Cubby 11/18/87 - 5/26/00
Cutlass  11/27/81 - 7/24/92

D'vash 03/23/91 - 08/05/04
Damon  8/13/86 - 1/27/99

Dawn   5/16/84 -5/3/97
Dharma 7/28/98 - 8/4/10

Diana 8/3/00 - 3/16/08
Dovy    1/21/92 - 4/11/98

Deni  12/7/91 - 8/9/99
Drake 3/12/99- 6/5/03
Duke 10/03/93 - 04/25/04
Ebon 6/28/86 - 1/25/00

Echo    3/23/84 - 2/2/94
Eddy 2/17/90 - 6/1/01
Ella 11/17/07 - 08/25/10
Emma 6/13/02 - 5/24/09
Ember   3/28/83 - 1/4/97

Emily 04/23/96 - 10/01/09
Erich 12/30/2001 - 1/20/2009
Evita    6/25/95 - 2/27/98

Fantasy 8/12/92 - 5/8/02
Flash   6/30/90 - 2/13/98

Fritz 05/13/88 - 01/31/00
Glitter 8/15/99 - 1/14/01
Gizmo   12/06/81 - 10/29/98

Golda 8/15/98 - 10/8/09
Grant 3/6/95 - 9/24/05
Gummy Bear 11/3/95 - 3/13/98

Guinan 5/13/95 - 2/29/98
Gunner 1-23-92 - 1-8-02
Guy  8/5/86 - 8/4/98

Happy 5/27/90 - 6/29/98
Harley(BM) 4/3/97 - 8/13/97
Harley(SB) 3/14/89 - 7/20/01
Harley(AG) 10/18/96-7/27/07
Harley(PS) 11/17/1998 - 2/19/2009
Harlot  10/2/86 -  04/10/2000
Hawke-Guy 02/10/2000 - 07/14/2010
Harry Potter 10/25/01 - 3/31/03
HobbieE 5/29/94 -3/27/02
Holly  12/25/91 - 6/10/98

HQ 06-09-93 - 02-16-01
Idol 9/4/87 - 12/12/98
Imp 02/25/98 - 10/2006

Indy 7/4/88 - 1/17/02
Inchie 01/24/05 - 05/01/06
Jag 12/21/92 - 5/18/03
Jake   5/15/87 - 12/5/99

Jack Flash 6/16/85 - 8/04/98
Jazzy   05/12/87 - 12/4/99
Jenna   7/5/97 - 2/21/08
Joey 7/26/97 - 10/22/2004
Joey 01/03/92 - 08/24/01
Joker 5-1-95 - 10-18-08
Jon-Jon 10/28/97 - 07/17/01
Joshua 8/19/86 - 7/13/98
Juice 3/26/87 - 5//31/98

Kara 10/5/87 - 10/27/01
Katy 11/23/93 - 6/20/05
Kelly   9/1/84 - 7/7/98

Keno 3/2/89 - 5-28-02
Kenzie  08/08/92 - 10/09/99

Kirsch 8/15/87 - 6/12/00
Kitt  7/29/86-6/15/99

Kitzel   3/12/72 - 9/29/85
Koduh   4/6/86 - 6/20/00
Kody 11/26/90 - 06/061/01
Kojak   5/23/97 - 2/21/98
Kolby 4/08/99 - 7/13/08
Kris 5/17/94 - 10/23/06
Krista 12/25/93 - 11/16/01

Lacy 8/17/89 - 2/9/01
Lee  5/21/95 - 12/20/99

Lex 7/25/93 - 5/18/04
Luke 02/28/00 - 7/13/2010
McDuff 10/4/88 - 2/18/02
Mac 4/29/97 - 4/23/09
Maggie 4/18/86 - 2/19/2000

Magnum 11/27/98 - 05/25/01
Major  12/9/85 - 02/16/99

Major (G) 6/30/97 - 3/22/04
Margarita 10/31/87 - 11/19/97

Max 04/06/92 -  11/27/99
Maya 2/9/93 - 9/16/00
Meech  2/13/92 - 5/3/2000

Mellie 3/26/87 - 4/18/01
Merlin   5/11/96 - 2/9/98
Mica   10/5/77 - 3/10/91
Mike     10/26/86 - 10/11/97
Missle  12/19/88 - 11/22/98
Missy 7/05/99 - 8/25/03
Misty  9/02/93 - 8/5/98
Misty 06/26/01 - 08/01/10

Moose    4/19/89 - 8/20/96

Niki 01/06/89 - 07/21/00
Niki(A) 5/5/94 - 12/21/01
Nina    5/24/84 - 4/4/97

Nito   3/21/98 - 10/1999
Nitro 9/21/99 - 5/09/2009

Onyx    11/5/85 - 11/8/97
Packy 7/09/95 - 4/30/2000
Pasta     3/17/86 - 9/13/95
Patti -8/1/92 -1/13/05
Peaches 8/15/98 - 10/3/02
Peppy    11/3/83 - 7/31/91

Petty  5/13/88 - 10/20/98
Pheonix 2/1/1990 - 10/6/2000
Picaboo 3/1/97 - 3/9/03
Piper(B)   4/29/87 - 10/29/98

Pink 9/14/06 - 7/08
Piper(S)   8/13/88 - 12/29/98

Quinn     2/10/96 - 12/26/99
Rack 3/31/89 - 6/26/99
Rafe 4/28/87 - 5/30/97
Raffie 8/28/90-08/03/03
Rascal 4/15/82 - 09/22/83
Reese 9/6/00 - 9/6/01
Reggie 8/15/98 - 1/18/04
Rhiannon 4/20/94 - 1/18/06
Rhini 12/11/94 - 11/15/04
Rigger 6/12/89 - 8/4/00
Rio 4/24/92 - 1/12/03
Rita  8/26/94 - 1/23/99

Ro 9/30/96 - 5/24/05
Robi     11/11/89 - 11/19/91

Robin 3/15/97 - 12/26/99
Rocky(RH) 8/25/95 - 3/03/01
Rocky(LA) 3/4/93 - 5/25/02
Roxie 5/28/96 - 1/18/01
Ruffian 9/13/90 - 02/26/01
Rutger 4/11/99 - 1/30/02
Ryan      10/12/88 - 12/28/97

Sadie 10/13/92 - 6/15/02
Sage 1/6/96 - 7/11/08
Sassy 9/2/97 - 10/23/01
Savannah 7/18/95 - 4/20/98

Sasha 10/1/91 - 5/24/98
Sasha 12/7/86 - 2/13/99
Scarlette O 07/23/92 - 07/25/2006
Schatzee  04/30/85 - 09/14/99
Scooter ?/?/94 - 11/9/01
Scooter 4/02/92 - 7/10/00
Siera  8/01/97 - 7/25/98

Shadow 9/19/85 - 4/14/92
Shalom 02/15/90 -12/29/94
Sheena 10/15/85 - 6/5/96

Sinbad 6/4/66 - 2/24/75
Spirit   1/4/94 - 1/16/2000

Spunky 1/22/91-1/17/01
Spunky E 3/8/04 - 3/10/09
Spy         7/18/95 - 4/16/98

Star 03/08/96 - 06/29/05
Storm 5/15/94 - 12/12/05
Sugar 4/20/93- 5/29/02
Sundance   6/21/86 - 2/17/98

Sunny     8/3/92 - 6/8/95
Taos 7/01/92 - 10/16/98
Tanna  7/29/88 - 04/13/2000
Tasha   6/19/73 - 4/6/84
Tasy     8/16/89 - 7/26/96
Taxi    4/15/98 - 3/28/98
Tex       7/15/82 - 5/1/95
Tia 3/22/99 - 2/19/01
Tiffany  11/21/84 - 4/20/98

Timber  3/1/87 - 4/1/98
Timone 2/4/94 - 12/12/95
Tipper  8/10/94 - 9/20/98
Thor (HE) 11/14/85 - 2/14/92
Tori 7/29/90 - 12/11/03
Toulu  9/23/86 - 3/3/00

Traveller 8/8/96 - 3/23/01
Trevor 2/24/93 - 12/15/00
Trixie 08/11/93 - 02/07/06
Twink   3/11/89 - 9/15/97

Tyler 4/25/89 -9/19/00
Velvet 10/2/92 - 12/24/98
Vanessa 12/30/94 - 1/18/09

Via 5/18/93 - 10/28/01
Virgil 8/10/95 - 2/5/02
VJ         1/2/84 - 6/25/95

Whoopie 3/14/93 - 5/23/98
Widget  12/18/89 - 12/26/97
Worf 5/23/94 - 1/22/03

Xena  1/10/98 - 8/5/98
Yo 3/22/88 - 5/29/00
Yodi    7/18/89 - 11/9/99

Yogi    5/26/97 - 2/18/2000
Yukon   3/13/88 - 8/22/98
Zeus 9/12/89 - 11/11/00
Zeus  7/23/92 - 6/14/98

A Dog's Prayer
By Beth Norma Harris

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness, than loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweet music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside...for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements...and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of setting at your feet beside the hearth...though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow, than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land...for you are my god...and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.  Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing, and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.  Rather, hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I draw, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

Gone From My Sight

By Luanne Crinklaw

Gone from my sight, in my mind your so bright.
Our lives intertwined many seasons many reasons you were one of a kind.
But time was not on our side and soon you had to go to wait at the place
only true love knows. So my dear one as I give you that part of my heart
that belongs only to you. I know that your heart belonged to me too.

Your Loving Mom


Date of Birth and Date of crossing to DOC
Moose    4/19/89 - 8/20/96
Toulu  9/23/86 - 3/3/00
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Oct. 5, 1987 - Nov. 27, 2001
2007 - 2010 ONLY


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