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   " THE RAINBOW BRIDGE " Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When an animal that has been especially close to someone here on earth passes away, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends where they can romp and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our beloved companions are warm, comfortable, and at peace. 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. Each and every one is happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very dear to them who they had to leave behind on earth. 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 with anticipation and joy. Suddenly he separates 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 to one another in a joyous reunion, never to be parted again. His happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress his 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 the Rainbow Bridge ~ together for evermore. ...Author Unknown   WELCOME TO THE RAINBOW BRIDGE PET MEMORIAL FORUM On February 2, 2006, my beloved tuxedo cat, known to his many earthly chums as Murphy, passed away to Heaven's safe keep, where I know I'll be reunited with him when I, too, slip earth's bonds. Those who share my love of animals know just how precious to us our pet companions come to be ~ and how great is the gift of their complete trust and steadfast, unconditional love. So, too, do we all know how keen the pain of their loss can be ~ and how great the depth of our grief at their passing. In Murphy's honor, this Forum has been created to share with one another our feelings and tributes for all of the precious pets who wait for us now at the Rainbow Bridge. All are welcome to post below the name of your beloved companion, the dates your friend entered and passed from your life, and any other memorializing words you'd like posted in lasting tribute to them. This information will then be posted and virtual candles lit in an eternal online tribute to your beloved pet(s), as has been done for Murphy below. Feel free to express any thoughts and feelings you desire, and to join with others here who share your grief and loss, and can offer support as no one else can. Your participation and suggestions are encouraged and always welcome. * Author's Note * For those loving pet owners who know their dear companion's lives are nearing the end and are struggling with the issue euthanasia, I wanted to include a possible option available to you that may prove a great comfort to both you and your beloved friend. If you believe that your pet will not have a pain free natural passing but are equally torn regarding the stress your pet may experience at being taken to the vet ~ ask your veterinarian for a sleep sedative that can be given to your animal companion PRIOR to leaving for the veteranarian's office. Such sedatives are available even in liquid form, and your beloved friend falls gently to sleep and can then be taken to the vet without suffering the stress of transport, conscious exposure to strangers, etc. If your vet is not cooperative with your plan, seek out another who will be. May God bless and keep you, each and every one ~ even as He holds your waiting, cherished companions safe and warm and loved in His tender embrace. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR CHERISHED ANGEL PETS:  " MURPHY " Treasured Companion of: Of Fire Born ~ welcome, 2012!   From June 13, 1994 until February 2, 2006 your dear pawprints are left indelibly imprinted upon my heart and every happy moment shared with you in life. I love you so very much, my ethereal, loving, ever-faithful companion ~ my beloved furbaby ~ my very heart and soul. Until we are brought together once more, my beloved, four-pawed friend... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " LADY and MORGANNA " Treasured Companions of: CountryGourmetHome  Thank you so much for including Lady! I had her for close to 16 years. She saved my life on more than one occasion. I was born with a brain disorder that affects the left side of my brain, but it didn't start causing problems for me until I was about 29. Anyway, she kept me from having some terrible falls that were caused by the seizues. I have seizues because of the brain disorder. I also had a red min pin for 10 1/2 years named Morganna who died May 15th, 2009. She could detect my seizures, even the small ones. She worked with Lady on those occasions when my life needed saving.Thank you again for including Lady! Sister of Mercy " FRED " Treasured Companion of: starpenn13 Please post a tribute to my goldfish, Fred. He's different than other fish of mine because he lived for five years instead of five days, and my whole family grew fond of him. I'd like to light a candle in his honor. ~Scorpio " JESS " and " ISLA " Treasured Companions of: Brenpoet praying for Lucy  Please light a candle for two very dear rabbits, my rabbit Jess and my Daughter's rabbit, Isla. Both had to be put to sleep as the result of a recent heatwave. Jess was seven years old, and companion to our rabbit Lulu, who died in 2006. Isla was about the same age, a lovely brown-and-white lop. Both rabbits will be sorely missed. I have included them both in a poem originally written for Lulu:
Thank you very much. Brenda " MEAT LOAF " Treasured Companion of: Lorna Dune Gone too soon 1984-2001 My favorite cat was Meat Loaf; a short-haired silver-gray male with white feet and stomach, whose coat would change from silver to light gray to dark gray. He had lovely green eyes like mine. He'd make human friends, even cat haters, by laying three or four feet away, purring and rolling on his back. He caught the heart of my ex-brother - in - law, who I never believed would ever touch a cat! He would 'plop' beside you and lay his head on your lap, he just loved being close to people. His favorite game was 'fetch', when I brought home a 'mouse' covered with rabbit fur, many games of ’fetch the mouse’ followed. He was born to us and he started sleeping on the bed when he was two weeks old. As soon as his eyes opened he knew where he wanted to be and this tiny kitten made his way up onto the bed and he wasn’t going to let anything stop him! We had to rescue his mother from a tree that hung over a 40 foot drop. When my ex-husband climbed the small tree he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and placed her on his shoulder so she could put her paws around his neck. We named her Tiny and it was a very easy rescue. Tiny loved the bath tub and if I wanted a bath I’d have to close the bathroom door or she would beat me into the tub. Meat was her first born. As a kitten he slept at the foot of the bed on my side. He wouldn't eat anything but milk and dry food for the first four months and every time I put wet food in front of him he would give me this strange look like I wanted him to be a cannibal. When he was about four months old I'd made a meat loaf with carrots in it. He went wild and fought off our other cats from having any of it. So I foolishly named him Meat Loaf when he turned out to be a vegetarian! We took him everywhere with us, even up in the woods camping in Oregon. He loved it even though he never hunted. One night a field mouse got into the camper van just as we turned out the light to sleep, and ran up onto the bed. He tried to catch it, but didn't have any luck and my ex-husband finally had to get it and put it outside. If I was sick, he would always lie beside me and purr and follow me around, watching me closely, if I got up. By this time he was sleeping on my arm at night. I could whisper his name when I went to bed and he would be there within a minute. He was my constant bed partner. He was more loving than a person at most times. That was how we spent the almost twelve years we were given. I still feel him around me in the mornings when I am alone. He died in my arms from a heart attack; he gave this startled cry and jumped off the bed and started twitching. I held him until his body finally died, but I could tell from his eyes that he was gone long before his body finally passed away. I will always love and miss him until the day I die. I loved him that much and he loved me. He was my friend and constant companion which is a rare find in a pet. " ASPEN " Treasured Companion of: Princess♥BooBoo  He just had to be put down today (well...yesterday). And I miss him already.  Aspen was my 11-year-old, almost 12, German Shepherd. I loved him. The whole family loved him. My dad said he was the most loyal dog he'd ever had. My dad didn't pick him out; Aspen chose him. Aspen was definitely a one-family dog...when we had to leave him to go on vacation or something, it broke our heart and his. One time, we left him at the vet for a week while he got fixed and we went to Yellowstone...and when he got back, he peed for almost an hour because he had held it that entire time.  Because he hated being away from us that much. He always wanted to be with us. Whenever one of us would leave, especially if it was my dad, he would wait for us to return, and then practically pounce on us and nose us and lick whatever he could reach until all we could do was giggle and tell him to stop it. He was so cuddly, too. Especially when he'd had his bath. Then we called him "Cuddles," because his fur was so soft and fluffy (I even accidentally ruined his dignity by calling him that when the neighbors were out  ). And his purebredness was ruined only by the lopsided ear he had, caused when my sister's friend pulled it (after she said "hey, don't pull his ears.")We had him from when I was a little kid. Around 7 years old. I can't even begin to believe that he's gone. He can't be gone. My sweet adorable cute goofy little Boo can't possibly be gone. I found out last night when my mom called me. He had become paralyzed that morning. He couldn't move. He was also apparently having seizures. She fed him glucosamine biscuits enough to get him so that he could at least move again, enough to take him to the vet...but when they got there, the vet said that all that was going to happen was that he was going to keep having these episodes. That there was nothing they could do. So they put him down. I never even got to say goodbye. I don't think I even petted him before I went to school...or if I did, it was just a perfunctory pat on the head. And OH how I wish that I could turn back time and just spend all of yesterday and last night cuddling and snuggling and hugging him until he wanted to bite me, but I'd keep snuggling him and telling him how much I loved him. Because I loved him SOOO very much.  But instead all I can do is picture him in my head and wish that he was still here with me because I miss him so much. " CEFIRO SIN PAR " Treasured Companion of: GYPSYROSE- Grateful 2 WDC **Image Unavailable** Editor's Note: Above Sig Created for Gypsyrose by ♥SoNNetWolF♫  Cefiro Sin Par, the White Paso Fino Stallion It was love at first sight. Cefi and I met first after he won the National Paso Fino Championship Horse of the Year. His long silver tail and shoulder length mane flowed as he was presented to receive this award. On that night I knew I would follow him wherever he would take me. We moved across the country, where I accepted a position at "His" farm just to see more of him. He became my obsession for the next 17 years. We traveled the show circuit together, and for the next l7 years our love for one another continued to grow. After his retirement, we delighted in riding the trails together and also driving my buggy in thethe nearby woods. He made me laugh always having a trick or two up his hoof, and also tried to perturb me by rolling in the dirt just after a bath. He loved entertaining visitors and was a complete gentleman to the ladies in waiting (even the most cantankerous mares .) Cefi's owner J.R. always said, "God sent Cefi to earth on a mission, I do not own him- Cefi belongs to everyone!" Two years before his death I had to retire also, and JR asked me if I would like to take Cefi home with me. Our farms were only a mile apart, and we would ride back often to visit Cefi's old friends. My two year old filly became his best friend and he soon became her mentor, teaching her not to be afraid of puddles and firecrackers. He taught my grandchildren how to ride, how to trust horses, and how to love them. When his time on earth was drawing to its final chapter, his cancer had returned, his heart also was growing weak, he stood tall, bearing pain, ready to die with dignity. But the day came, I COULD NOT LET MY BELOVED SUFFER, and it was then God gave me the strength to make that final call to the vet... UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN Is Cefi out behind that tree? With tear-filled eyes, I run to see... I heard his whinny...meant just for me...I run and look....no it cannot be. He had to leave me for a time, For greener pastures, he might find In God's Celestial Kingdom now --Entertaining angels, he takes a bow! One day if I am faithful here....I will return home and he will be there. Now when the air is still and clear, I listen and I can feel him near. I know he often circles round, To pick me up when I am down. And when my work on earth is done, He will carry me back home to be with God's Son. " XAVIER " Treasured Companion of: Nizza
" MOTLEY " Treasured Companion of: Deelyte- Chillin' You were born destined to live only a short time as a tiny, amazingly affectionate, endearing and enchanting, spunky and courageous little " Fur-Angel " on Earth. And because your time here was going to be brief, God made certain that He placed you in the loving care of one of His most beautiful, dearest, tenderest, most generous and loving, most compassionate human Angels on Earth. Despite being born in the wild with the Feline Leukemia virus, God brought you to Dee's loving home... thereby insuring that your life on earth would be full of joy, affection, love, cuddles, warmth, and security. Because He entrusted your dear little soul to her tender care, your time here was wondrous, with no regrets and free of concerns and pain. After she had no choice but to let God take you back into His arms, the grief and tears that sometimes sear her heart are assuaged only by knowing that you now merrily romp, chase butterflies, explore everything, and gangster-slap happless doggies to your little feline heart's content ~ in fully restored, robust health ~ until you and your beloved Dee meet up once again and together cross the Rainbow Bridge. Until then, keep visiting her in sweet dreams, Motley, letting her know you are always with her... and she with you. " WHITE SOX " Treasured Companion of: MaryLou You brought untold joy to our friend, Mary Lou, for 12 wonderful years ~ whisper to her grieving heart now that she has no reason for remorse, because you live on and are safe in God's keep... healthy again, and happy and content, waiting for her in the meadow at the Rainbow Bridge. Let her know, in your own gentle way, that when her life here on earth is fully, richly, and blessedly spent, you'll rejoin her and cross the Bridge together... once again snuggled close in her loving arms.  " DUSTY " Treasured Companion of: AWAND FREBO Getting old does not mean we loose our beauty. we just move it from our face to our .All the creatures great and small, our Heavenly Father loves them all. Dear Dusty, I miss you so much. Even though I have another dog that I love dearly, he will never take your place in my heart. I did not get him to fill the void that you let behind. That would be impossible to do. I think of you so often. I remember the good times that we shared. I remember how smart you were. And of course your beauty. I have not as yet, had the opportunity to find a dog as beautiful as you. You remain in my heart. That spot is reserved for you and you alone. I wish that I could hear you sing happy birthday. Do you remember singing to me for my birthday. That was so precious. Every thing you did was precious to me. I know that you are no longer sick. You are not suffering from the pain. I know that you are happy with all the other dogs that have crossed over the bridge. I know that you are looking forward to the time that you will see me cross the bridge to join you. We will then be able to be together forever. We can run in the fields of green clover, and when we tire, we can rest on a cloud. Take care my little boy in a fur coat. I will see you someday soon. I love you Dusty, Mom " LULU " Treasured Companion of: Brenpoet praying for Lucy Lulu: 2003-2006 I would like to light a candle for our dear pet rabbit, Lulu. She died on 3rd August, 2006 following an unknown illness. Despite the best treatment from the Vet and all the care I could give her, she failed to recover. She was a beautiful, brown lop-eared rabbit and was just three years old. She played in the run in the garden with her companion rabbit, Jessie. They had a jingly ball which they used to kick about. I hope she is at peace now. She is sadly missed. I have written a tribute to her, and to all rabbits who have no-one to love them: "When Rabbits Go To Rainbow Bridge"  Until we meet again: Lulu 2003-2006. " FAITH " Treasured Companion of: lifewriter With great sorrow, we all mourn your terrible loss of this treasured little companion, Jacqui ~ she lives on, and will join you once more and forever after your earthly life is long and fully lived.  " MUFFIN " Treasured Companion of: authorchrissy Muffin: 1991-2006 Muffin, the worlds most beautiful Peek-a-Poo, came into my world in September of 1991, when he was just four months old. Muffin was just a pile of fur that would play with you for hours. He always seemed to smile and had the energy of a thousand puppies. He loved to eat spaghetti and would walk away with his white snout turned orange, happy as could be. He would jump on our laps and kiss our tears if we cried, his frenzied licking making us laugh and forget our heartaches. He would sit outside on windy days and let his ears blow in the wind. Muffin wasn't a dog, he was a person. He commanded whatever bed he slept in, leaving his inhabitant curled into a ball and suffering from permanent lower back pain. Sadly, the years caught up to my baby. He stopped running around as much and his walking became unsteady. He didn't like to go outside and would sometimes mess on the floor and when you found it, he would look so ashamed. It broke my heart to watch him age. With each passing month his little body began to grow weaker. On Sunday, January 30 he stopped walking all together. We decided that on Tuesday, my day off, we would bring Muffin to the vet and have him put to sleep even though the vet terrified him. It tore me apart to even say that. My baby sister, who was a not even two when Muffin came into our lives and now is sixteen, gave him a bath. She blew his hair dry, making him look like a ball of black, white and gray fur. I held him like a baby and massaged his weak body. I could feel how tired my boy was. I smiled at his face, which resembled a little Ewok, and told him how wonderful he was. He looked so tired and it broke my heart but I wouldn't cry because I knew that he no longer would lick my tears. Instead I told him it was okay if he just didn't want to wake up in the morning. That it was okay to just go up to the puppy Heaven in the sky. I sat him on the couch that night and my mother covered him with a blanket. She slept with him there so Muffin wouldn't be afraid. Monday, January 30th, before I left for work, I checked on my baby and he was still sleeping peacefully at my mothers feet. I patted his head and said he was such a good boy. Sometimes you just know. When I left the house I just knew it was a matter of time. Muffin never did wake up that morning. I called at ten and Mom checked on him. Sometime after my baby sister went to school Muffin just went away. Gracefully and peacefully. " PEPPER " Treasured Companion of: Jade is very busy Pepper was my 'snickerdoodle' also nicknamed Snookie. I miss her so much. She and I practically grew up together. I got her when I was 8, and she lived a long and happy 15 years. She loved her cookies and was the geediest eater I had ever seen Poor Dusty, my other dog, couldn't eat without one of us sitting with him to keep her from grabbing it. She shared my secrets, my heart and my bed- nudging me off more then once. In fact she did itfor the last time only three weeks before she passed. When ever I would go to SubWay I would get bell peppers on the side, though I hate the things, she loved them so I would get them for her. Also she loved lettuce, I mean loved it (not as much as peppers, where she would be in a deep sleep, get the slightest whif and wouldn't leave us alone until she had her share)If I made a salad I would have to toss a few leaves on the floor to get her to leave me alone for two minutes. She ate so much once her poop was green! " SANDJIE " ' The Little Old Man ' Treasured Companion of: ginahill I have written a memorial for a one of my babies (a toy poodle whom I love and miss). I would love to add my story to your "Rainbow Bridge" selections. It is a True STORY from my heart, and the link to the story is: http://www2.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1066849 " THUMPER " Treasured Companion of: lifewriter For one month, we had the supreme pleasure of sharing our home with "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor , our rabbit. He came to us suddenly, and unexpectedly, and left us in the exact same manner. Thumper belonged to a neighbor on the next street. We're not sure how old he was, but we're sure he wasn't a full year yet. On 6 Jan, 2006, my kids came home from school and went to play with some friends. Soon after, they came back home, breathless, excited, and holding a rabbit! They explained that their friends' family had moved to Germany and Thumper somehow was left behind. They found him happily munching clover in a neighbors yard. What could I say besides, "I reckon we have a bunny now!" Knowing nothing about raising a bunny, I scoured the internet in search of rabbit care sites. During those first few days, poor Thumper was confined to the kids' bathroom. Finally, armed with enough information, I bunny proofed our roomy utility room and went to a pet store to purchase bunny supplies. For the first few days, one of our beagle/lab mix dogs, "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor was worrying Thumper. The chase would have been on were it not for the divider I had between the kitchen and utility room. After a week or so, things calmed down, and I allowed Thumper the run of the house. He instantly took a loving to our only cat at the time, "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor , and while Mozart mostly tolerated being groomed by Thumper, sometimes, it was too much and Thumper would find himself being harmlessly swatted right off a couch! When Mozart would take refuge on my lap, I'd feel a sharp set of claws, and there would be Thumper, snuggling with us. We had a wonderful month. We found out that the family never did move to Germany, so we're not sure what happened, and they never asked for him back. I gleaned much joy from watching Thumper run about the house, jump, throw toys in the air and groom Mozart. I know we gave him a happy month, as well. Although I provided him with a constant supply of pellets, Timothy grass, fresh carrots, and fruit, he preferred Wal-Mart's Ol' Roy brand dry dog food and biscuits! Just when I thought he was going into the kitchen to eat some grass, he'd slyly snatch a dog biscuit, run into the living room and chomp it down! He especially loved the green ones. On 2 Feb 2006, we had a horrible thunder storm early in the morning. Our main door isn't secure, and it requires locking, especially with the high wind we had. I went to take a bath and neglected to check the door, and all the animals went out into the yard, even though it was pouring with intense thunder and lightning. After my bath, I found the cats inside, (by now, we had also adopted another stray, "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor ), but both dogs were still outside, under the house. I called them, and heard Dixie yelping; I thought she didn't want to get wet, so I left the door open for her to come in when she wanted. Faith would come in, run back out, come in. Finally, both dogs came in. At that time, I had last seen Thumper go under my bed, and thought he was still there. He loved to spend his days sleeping under my bed. As the day wore on, I felt something wasn't right. I looked outside, under my bed, about the house- no Thumper. As day waned into night, I felt very bad indeed. I remember standing on my porch, unknowingly, almost directly on top of him, calling him around midnight. The next day, I had some errands to run, and when I came home, I felt an urge to look under the house. When I saw whiskers standing up at the far side, I just lost it. I got closer, and saw my beloved rabbit burrowed in a small 'bowl', his beautiful white and grey fur covered in sand and mud. For what seemed an eternity, I squatted there in the yard, crying tears which have elluded me for many months prior. My sister raised rabbits when she was young, and has a wealth of knowledge. Between us, we determined that even though Faith and the beagle in her adores hunting rabbits, she hadn't hunted or hurt Thumper as I'd originally thought. Rabbits scare very easily, and with the thunderstorm, and the way he was burrowed in a little bowl of earth, it's almost certain he was literally scared to death by the storm. When I heard Dixie yelping that morning, it was not because of her unwillingless to get wet- Thumper had already lain down for his final sleep and she wanted him to get up, evidencing the wonderful maternal instinct within her. In just one month, Thumper showed me that I still do have the capacity to love again, even if it will end in heartbreak. We gave each other happiness and joy; I know he had a happy month, and I'm so thankful for the month he blessed us with. I will miss him dearly. He was my first bunny, I learned a lot from him, and I will cherish our short time together always. FORUM NOTE: To enjoy more tales (and tails!) of LifeWriter's other beloved critter companions, link to her Portfolio and meander about in her file entitled, "All Things Animal" ~ lifewriter. You may also get to know the other endearing pets mentioned in her Tribute by linking directly to them from her below posted entry, dated 6 Feb 06. Enjoy!  " ANGEL " Treasured Companion of: Ravenwand, Rising Star! Most people think of rats and go "Eeew!" I bet they never had a rat like Angel. We had acquired a hairless male rat in Ohio, that we called Skinny. We wanted to breed him, but were advised to wait until he was a year old. That day arrived, ironically on Valentines day, and we headed to the local PetSmart to get him a "Girlfriend." There was a large glass cage full of juvenile female rats, that had obviously been "picked over." None of the interesting markings, curly fur, hairless, nor fancy hooded types were available. There were a few boring grays and a couple of beiges. I went into the holding area with the pet clerk and decided if we were going to get a rat, I would choose one for temperament, not markings. Many don't know this; but Rats are least likely of the pocket pets to bite. They have wonderful personalities and are very smart and loving. I put my hand in the cage, and all the obviously unhandled ones scampered under their igloo and avoided me when I tried to pick them up. I held three of the more interesting looking ones, and they spent more time trying to get away from me than getting to know me. One (pardon my pun) ratty looking female that had been quietly munching on an apple slice stuck her head out of the cage and sniffed around. I picked her up. She pooped on me instantly, and started grooming my hand. She was my rat, and that was that. The most "undesirable" one in the bunch had the best personality. Go figure! I kept her in an aquarium, separate from Skinny, because she was still not fully grown. We named her Angel. Two days after I got her she began to sneeze. We took her to the vet and she was put on antibiotics. They didn't stop the sneezing, but she seemed to be healthy otherwise; shiny, growing, and loving as heck. The vet was perplexed and came to the conclusion that it could be allergies, as opposed to Mycoplasma, a killer respiratory disease common in rats. One night while the kids and I were watching television, her aquarium toppled off the table, and broke with her in it. She was uninjured, save for a small cut on her left hand, but she had a head tilt after that. She was still a juvenile, but we had no recourse but to put her in the cage with Skinny, since we had no other cages in the house. Well you can guess what happened. She fell in love, and it took her a while to get pregnant. We managed to get her a cage before her three week gestation was over. I was surprised four weeks later when I came home from work and found six squirming pink mewling pups in her cage. We loved her babies, and we loved her. We found homes for three of them, who were all varying shades of grey. She lived in a large cage with her three remaining pups and resided in my daughter's room. My daughter was always complaining about the smell. One night, she came down to me and said, "Mom, it smells like a barn in there" "But I just changed the cage two days ago!" I groaned in frustration and headed up the stairs. On my way up, I asked rhetorically, "did one of them die, or something?" Unfortunately, one of them had. Our Angel was at the bottom of her cage, not even stiff from death. She was less than a year old. My daughter was devastated. We all cried. We wrapped her in a silk scarf and put her outside, where it was cold. That night when her father got home, we buried her. He decided since we already had a potted lilac to plant before the ground got too hard, we would plant the lilac with her, as a memorial. So our Angel sleeps restfully under the roots of a growing lilac bush, awaiting the spring thaw to bring it to life. " SCHERLOCK " Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- Treasured Companion of: Louve Scherlock was my "dear old rag", my chosen dog, my sweetheart. We got him from an animal shelter where he was because his former masters had beaten him. In fact, his tail was broken and he had hip dysplasia on the right hip. He was probably an irish shepherd / spaniel mix. That day, he just had his tattoo, so he was still in the nursery. They put him on the ground, I kneeled before him, started to speak - he gave me his paw. How could I resist?! He has particularly chosen me as recipient of his endless affection. For example, he was forbidden to go upstairs in our house - except when I was working my piano. He knew that was not a moment to ask for petting, though. So, when I started playing, he'd climb up the stairs, and come sit by the piano, watching me. Once, I was travelling, and my parents were walking around in a house, someone started playing piano - he went nuts. He wanted to go inside that house, persuaded that was me! We shared so many good moments... Then he got old. He got hit by a car, of course on the other hip. Most of the time, he'd be OK, but sometimes, his back hips would just give in, and he'd end up with his bottom trailing on the floor, surprised. I had to move to the US, to finish my studies. When I left, I had the feeling I wouldn't see my Scherlock again... Indeed. That summer, his pains grew much worse, and my parents had to put him to sleep without my being present. That is my biggest regret, that I, his chosen mistress, could not be there for his final trip. But so is life... Here is the little memorial poetry I wrote about him: "Scherlock" by Louve Voila. You've been the sweetest dog I could ever wish, my Scherlock. And I will see you over the rainbow. Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- " MISTY the Cat " Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- Treasured Companion of: lifewriter I grew up an unhappy child, living a rough childhood. I had few friends- the human type- but my best friends were of the animal type. I never had my own pet until I was 9, when I was placed into my third foster home. There, I was blessed with my very own cat, whom I named Misty. To this day, almost thirty years later, she is still the most beautiful cat I've ever laid eyes on. Soft fur, like that of a bunny, dark grey with tiger stripes, and the greenest eyes I've ever seen on a cat, greener than the freshest clover. She was my only friend during my nine months in that home. We loved to cuddle, and I carried her everywhere, it seemed. My job was to take care of her, and I loved doing that. My foster parents ran an animal shelter, and I learned a lot from my time there, including how to somewhat care for raccoons, since we had a pet raccoon at the shelter named Zephyr. One day, not too long before I was placed into another home, I called Misty. And called her. Always, always, she came running for her breakfast. She never showed, and with a heavy heart, I went to school. When I got back home, my foster mother was waiting for me with awful news. My beloved Misty had been hit by a car in the night and was gone. I insisted on seeing her, and it was a shock. Gone were the sparkling green eyes. Gone was her soft purr when we played. I will never forget my first best friend. Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- " MISTY the Cocker Spaniel " Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- Treasured Companion of: lifewriter Shortly after arriving at my fourth home, one of the few things I was ever permitted to do was to own my own pet. This time, she was a four year old cocker spaniel, from a local shelter. I promptly named her Misty, though I knew she'd never replace my other friend. This Misty became my beacon in the many nights of terror and darkness. Allowed to sleep with me, she was a source of comfort to me in the six years I had to stay with this woman. Rain, shine, blizzard, no matter- we'd always go outside and play. Weekends would find me snuggled on my bed with her, reading and blissfully escaping the horrors of the rest of the house. As long as I had Misty with me, I was OK. At sixteen, I had to leave the house. I also had to leave Misty behind. Where the woman who adopted me went horribly wrong in taking care of me, she did everything right by Misty, and somehow, that seemed to make up for the past a little. At 19, I joined the Army. I came home a few times, and always made a beeline for my Misty. At 21, I got married and took a trip back home with my new husband. He knew I couldn't wait to see Misty, especially since she was pretty old, nearly blind, arthritic and tired. She also had begun to develop tumors. I didn't know at the time, but the woman who adopted me had decided that after I left, she would have to put Misty to sleep. She opted to hold off so I could see her one last time. I'm grateful to her for that one thing. I spent a lot of time with Misty that week, just snuggling with her, talking with her. I told her it was OK to go, still not knowing what her decided fate was. The day I was to leave, my husband and I got into my car, and began to back out of the driveway. Misty sat there, intently staring back at me, even though we'd said our goodbyes. We both knew, somehow. This would be our final earthly visit. I jumped out of the car, and just held her for what seemed an eternity, not wanting to ever let go, yet knowing I must. When we returned back to Alabama a day later, we stayed in a hotel for the night until my return to my Army post the next day. I couldn't sleep. At midnight, I sat up, very uneasy. I told my husband- something is wrong. I lost something, I just don't know what. When I called home the next day, I learned that Misty had been put down the day after we left. As tears roll down my cheeks for yet another lost friend, I am, at the same time, extremely grateful to my best friends for getting me through some very hard times. I will never forget. Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- " MIDNIGHT " Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- Treasured Companion of: Soccie I used to have a black lab named Midnight. She was a sweet dog, but she could be very sneaky at times. I remember one time when my mom had made a whole batch of muffins, my dad came home and my mom looked over in his direction and asked him if he had eaten all the muffins. Since he said he had not, we knew Midnight had eaten them. Another time she ate a whole steak! I miss Midnight a lot. She had gotten old and had arthritis and was taking medication for about everything you could imagine. When we took her to the vet the next time, he told us that her lungs were filling up with fluid and that she would eventually suffocate or "drown". My mom decided that the best thing to do was put to Midnight to sleep. it was the worst day of my life. I will always remember her, she will always be loved and never forgotten. Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- " ZERO " Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- Treasured Companion of: Valerie O Zero, my Chihuahua died a year ago, and it still hurts. I named him Zero because I liked the ghost dog from the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas. Now, Zero really is my ghost dog. Here's to Zero: December 17, 2002 - January 21, 2005 Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- " BARNEY " Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- Treasured Companion of: Brenpoet praying for Lucy I would like to light a candle for Barney, our beloved cat, who had to be put to sleep, July 26th, 2004 as he was suffering from liver cancer. We had him for five years, and he was full of fun and mischief. We nicknamed him "Barneyboots" and loved him to bits. His passing has left a big gap in our lives. I have written a tribute to him "I'll Meet You At The Rainbow Bridge" .The story of Rainbow Bridge has been a great comfort. I hope and trust that we will eventually meet again. Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- " MORGAN THOMAS the cat " & " CRINKLE the Rabbit " Image #1067348 over display limit. -?- Treasured Companions of: Brenpoet praying for Lucy I would like to light a candle in memory of our beloved tabby cat, Morgan Thomas. He was a loyal friend and family member for eighteen years. He had to be put to sleep in 1999, as he had a tooth abscess and the Vet was unable to operate due to Morgan's advanced age. He was very wise and a gentleman. He played with our Rabbit, Crinkle, in the back garden. She was full of fun and would chase his tail. He would put up with her nonsense until he had had enough, then he would box her ears. He tolerated Guinea-Pigs and Gerbils and never disturbed them. I have written a tribute to him "Grand Old Man" and to Crinkle: "The Oof" Until we meet again: Morgan Thomas 1981-1999. Image #1067369 over display limit. -?- Image #1067045 over display limit. -?- Image #1067369 over display limit. -?- |
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