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Last Updated: 12/19/2024 7:25 PM |
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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... *Author Unknown*
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BooBoo
September 1996- May 11, 2004
Booboo, with his eyes so black Never suffered from the lack Of normal, straight, front legs.
Not for him to be a lump, He loved to run and play and jump With all the other dogs.
Although to them never a danger, He was fearful and suspicious of strangers, He kept a watchful eye.
But with us, his family, He would play so joyfully And shower us with affection.
Through the years as he aged Arthritis started to rage Through his crooked joints.
He never let it slow him down He still remained our silly clown Our little Boody bear.
We came home to find him dead. Something we will always dread. A nightmare come to life.
That wonderfully expressive face Will forever hold a place In our memories.
He is sorely missed.
Jodi Marcus May 2004
Broker
March 4, 1987 - June 11, 1998Broker came to me in February of 1991, a survivor of the Kansas Puppy Mill Raid. He was 4 years old and weighed 72 lbs. He was a clean slate, but he learned his lessons well and loved all he met, including other dogs.
We will miss the Big Guy. (Nancy Baun)
Brutus
Gone at the young age of 10 years.
Proudly owned by John Bonia
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