The 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 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 that 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 to them, who had to be 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 quivers. Suddenly he begins to run 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 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 Bridge together....

 

We would like to honor your loved ones who have crossed the bridge by posting a memorial of them below. Please send a digital photo & a testament to your beloved hound to webmaster@tristatebassets.org.

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Stella

After a long and eventful life, Stella waddled peacefully across the Rainbow Bridge this past July 26th at the age of 14 ¾.  She is survived on this side by pet-parents Margaret and Michael, and her pet-sister Rebecca.
Stella was adopted at the age of 2 through the auspices of Tri State Basset Hound Rescue after an extensive interviewing process to ensure a stable and loving home environment.  Her adoptive family spent the next 12 ¾ years proving it was worthy of a raised eyebrow.  Having done some independent research on the nature and temperament of the breed, her pet-parents took away several nuggets that proved particularly useful over the years:
-Basset Hounds are not constrained by time or space – a 40 acre farm is too small…
-…in practical terms, this means they have to be walked to within an inch of their lives.
-most importantly, Basset Hounds do not obey so much as they acquiesce which means that...
-…in practical terms, obedience is more likely when interests of hound and pet-parent are aligned.
Mostly as a result of walks that could extend upwards to 90 minutes and a personality that led total strangers to gravitate to her, she was well-known throughout the community.  Her hunting skills were in keeping with those of the breed; she was equally at home tracking down baby rabbits, assorted road kill as well as the odd stray bagels left over from local street fairs.
In her later years, Stella was content to sit in the sun, contemplate life and let it come to her.
Stella would ask that those of you reading this not mourn her, but consider a contribution to TSBHR in order that it might continue its good work of screening potential pet families as to worthiness to adopt the dogs they shelter…for, in the eyes of Basset Hounds (if not necessarily their sponsoring agency), pet-parenting is a privilege only to be earned over the fullness of time.




Gus

On Wednesday March 20, 2019, we had to say goodbye to my boy Gus.  He had been diagnosed with a large aggressive tumor on his spleen just two weeks prior to one of the hardest and saddest days in my life.  
My in-laws mated their basset male, Clancy, with a family friend’s female, Molly.  Gus was one of eight in the litter.  The first time we went to see the puppies, Gus crawled right into my wife’s lap and straight into our hearts.  He loved going anywhere in the car and was the best co-pilot.  He was always by my side, wherever I was.  He loved getting belly rubs, his butt scratched and especially getting his ears scratched inside and out.  Gus would make this moaning sound of pleasure when you scratched that perfect spot in his ear.  Gus was a puppy at heart for his entire life.  He always wanted to play with his ball.  Everyone that met Gus, and those that only saw him in pictures, loved him.  My wife dressed him up for every holiday and special occasion, and Gus just endured her silly antics.  He would sit and pose for pictures like the good boy he was.  He was the subject of our Christmas cards for many years, and everybody said they looked forward to those cards every year.  Gus was a huge part of our life, and a day won’t go by that we won’t miss him.  I’m positive he knows how much we love him, and we will use the knowledge that he isn’t suffering anymore to help us ease the pain of losing him.  We will meet again Gus, so have that ball of yours ready. Gus - 11/16/2007 – 3/20/2019.
Jack and Cindy Thomas 




Gus, aka Feruson Hamilton the Emperor

This is Feruson Hamilton the Emperor. He answered to Gus.

I got Gus for Christmas in 2004. I guess he was supposed to be a she, but the she had a cold. So, there he was. It was love at first site.
My first grandson was born in November just before Gus came to our home. So, Gus and Ty grew up together.
Gus lived with an Umbrella Cockatoo, Dewey and his own kitty cat, Ellie. He and Ellie became inserparble. Always taking naps together.
When I bought Ellie a kitty bed she wanted noting to do with it. Gus put his shoulders into it. The two carved pumkins together, opened their Christmas stockings. The love surrounding us with my Gus she. In time, Gus was having a harder time getting around. Vet visits more often. He lost quite a few teeth. I was told by my vet it was due to inbreeding.
There came the time that Gus's arthritis was keeping him down, covered with his blankie. He started having trouble going down the steps to go potty. I put pee pads in the sitting room.
The pain became to much for my boy and he had no true quality of life.
When the day came for Gus to take that walk across the Rainbow Bridge, Gus was laying on a carpet, wrapped in his blue blanket, my arms around him. I stayed with him for probably 20 minutes, talking to his soul and telling him thank you for all the times he held me up when I was so low. 
Its been three years. I miss him now more than ever.
I live alone, I am disabled due to Fybromalgia and depression, PTSD. I want an emotional companion and I can only see myself with a Bassett. Maybe some day. I do know Gus is so happy beyond the Rainbow bridge.



Boo (Jackson)

On May 17, 2018, our beloved Boo (Jackson) passed away in his home, comforted by his mom, dad, and 3 canine siblings. Boo, a handsome, sturdy basset-lab mix, encompassed the best of both breeds - he could be demanding, playful, gentle, affectionate, and scary strong. He was diagnosed with a cancerous growth on his spleen this past January. He was rushed to the animal hospital, where he had emergency surgery followed by 5 rounds of chemo. Unfortunately, this is a particularly aggressive cancer.

Boo was an owner-surrender with heartworm from South Carolina. We adopted him in January 2014 and we cannot thank TSBHR enough for treating him back to health. He was the joy of our lives from the day we brought him home, although getting used to living in a house and getting up after 5AM was a for him challenge at first. Our hearts are broken and we see him everywhere from hunting for rabbits in the yard to asleep on the couch. We love you, Boo. More than you will ever know.

Brian & Josephine Philippi & Tony, Sophia and Gabe




Bailey Blu

This is Bailey. We've had her since  she was about 2 years old. Bailey was a part of our family for about 9 years and was loved so much. 
On July 25 2018 we had to let her cross the bridge. 

WATCH OVER US Bailey, mommy and daddy miss and loved you so much.



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