Just this side of heaven is a place called...
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 our special friends so they can run and play
together. There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine and our friends are warm
All the animals who
have 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
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 begins
to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him 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
~William (Bill) N.
June 2, 2006 - December 27, 2016
July 15, 2002 - June 15, 2015
August 20, 1997 - April 18, 2010
July 12, 1996 - March 2012
I purchased this little hairball in September 1996 when she was
nothing more than a little black ball of fluff. Not too
long after I brought her home, I discovered that little Trouble
was becoming quite attached to my mom, so when I finally left
home, she stayed behind and lived with my mom for those almost
16 years of her life. She was a very pampered and loved
pet, and in her latter years was also adored by my mom's partner
Brian. He rarely put her down other than to take her for
her walk every morning.
She was a tough little critter, always underfoot of the
Rottweilers. She lived the last years of her life with a heart
condition. But she did so and when it was finally time to
leave this Earth she let my mom and Brian know ....
God speed little Trouble ....
1995 - June 10, 2008
my very first dog. She was bred by my late brother
Darrell in Langley, BC. We loved her for the first
6.5 years of her life before she went to live the quiet
life with our family friend, Ken Scheeler. She was
more than loved and spoiled while she lived out her
retirement with Ken and her border collie cross bud,
both Jager and Justice the 'Golden Grrrrrr', which means
grab a toy and grrrrrr with it when someone comes home
..... pretty funny. She had a sweet, loving
disposition, she even had a little smile when she was
happy to see you.
almost made it to her 13th birthday. She was
diagnosed with osteosarcoma in her front right leg in
January 2008 and she surpassed the doctors prognosis of
3 months to live.
She will be
missed by our family and by Ken.
August 5, 1994 - May 5, 2005