| "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 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 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. It is then that you cross the Rainbow Bridge together... *Author Unknown* |
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| Rex was lost to us in the Spring of 2000. He was attacked by two dogs inside our fenced yard, and was gone by the time we got home from work. It has to be said that the neighbors saw all of this going on and did nothing, except to tell us about it when we got home. Rex was just shy of 6 years old when he was killed. 06/24/94 - 04/18/00 |
| Shamu died, very quickly, in January of 2001, from a ruptured intestine. We believe that she tore something inside when she attempted to jump into the pick up. Two days later, she was gone. Shamu was 6 1/2 years old when she died. 07/30/94 - 01/03/01 |
| This is Jake. He was the love of my life. He saw me through a painful divorce and an even more painful abusive relationship. He was my guardian and my bed warmer and he comforted me through many tears. Jake lost is battle to a very aggressive cancer in June of 2003. Jake was a product of a "back yard breeder". He was way oversized, at about 30in. at the shoulder and weighed in at 159 lbs. when diagnosed with cancer. His head was very wet and he had straw colored markings, but it didn't matter. He was there for me when I needed him and I'd like to think I was there for him, when he needed me. Jake was almost 7 years old when he was mercifully put out of his pain and euthanized. 08/30/96 - 06/12/03 |
| My male, Logan, was named in the memory of Jake, because when he was born, he had very big shoes to fill. |
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