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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
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Bonnie was my baby girl. The most beautiful basset.
Alternatively called Miss Bonnie, Smoö, Bon, Bonz, Bonster, Boo Bear, Hooftie, Bootsie Bonnie, and Bonnie Bear by her family members, she epitomized love and joy. She would go crazy when we returned from an errand, feasted on chicken, loved going on car rides with Mom around town, believed our chairs were her chairs, and enjoyed singing with Brooke, belly rubber extradoniarre.
Bonnie spent her days chasing the sun - from her spot in the dining room window, to the deck, to my chaise lounge, she could always find a sunny locale to relax in. She loved to zoomie around the yard, chase squirrels and passerbys, dig and chill in her hidey hole, adventure beneath the deck and through the barn, and snuggle with her little stuffed puppy as she curled up to sleep (on the nights she wasn’t taking up the entirety of my bed!)
Bonnie’s legacy will continue through Bonnie’s Bushels, a garden where we grow food to share with friends and family - doing what Bonnie did best - giving and spreading love.
On November 16th, 2019 I adopted Lemon (aka Lemmie) from TSBHR. On May 6th, 2020 I received the devastating news that Lemmie was diagnosed with high grade B-cell Lymphoma. His prognosis was poor, and my time with him was limited, the doctor gave us 3 maybe 4 weeks tops. Well Lemmie decided it was not his time just yet. I am proud that my boy continued to thrive for another 19 weeks! As a Veterinary Technician, this is unheard of. Someone was most certainly looking down on us. Lemon enjoyed snuggling on the couch, sunbathing in the backyard, and his daily walks around the neighborhood. On September 13th I helped him make his journey across the rainbow bridge. I am thankful this gentle soul found his way into my life, and I am going to miss him dearly. I want to thank TSBHR for matching me with this lovable boy. I hope his family knows he was truly loved and adored, and my heart is heavy. I know where he is going he will loved. Rest easy my boy.
This week, our best friend, companion and loving basset hound, Rocky passed away at the grand old age of 12 ½. When we went to the TSBHR Septemberfest 8 years ago, we are so fortunate that Rocky chose us. His was a wonderful life, full of lots of love, walks, tummy rubs, and treats. Our lives were made infinitely better for his presence, his love and his loyalty.
Rocky's mild temperament and laid-back lifestyle made him the perfect first dog for our family. It didn't take long for him to hold a special place in our hearts and home. He ruled our house - going wherever he wanted, when he wanted. Many times, we got to see him with the zoomies, running around the house, always with a cheeky grin on his face.
Rocky was a handsome boy, and he knew it, he loved walking around our small town being admired by passersby who would stop to pet him. On special occasions, he would be sporting a bow tie and be the best dressed family member.
Rocky, we miss you every day, our early morning walks and late-night visits to the back yard before settling to sleep. Safe travels to that Rainbow Bridge, until we meet again, we love you.
Tim, Pauline, Katharine & Sophie Edbrooke
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.
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
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