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....

 

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Elvis

My sweet Elvis (known as Penny at the time of her adoption in 2002) was laid to rest a few weeks ago. She was a tough little girl and fought a good fight, but I finally had to make the difficult decision to end her suffering from heart failure. My sons (5 and 3) stood with me, and we all told her how much we loved her as she peacefully went to sleep. We brought her home and had a small funeral for her. Although we pass by her grave every time we walk Reba (known as Brownie at the time of her adoption in 2006), I like to imagine her running and playing with all of her old friends again. Until we meet again, Elvis... The boys and I love you and miss you. <3




Emmit
In May, it would have been three years since we adopted our good boy, Emmit. This past weekend,
March 30th 2018, it came time for Emmit to cross the rainbow bridge.
 
Emmit was a lover of all walkies, snackies, and buh-byes in the car. His favorite days were Friday when
he would get the “pizza shakes” waiting for pizza crust and Sundays when he would go for a walk to a
local breakfast place and was always offered a piece of bacon from the owner. Emmit was also a master  bed maker. He would rearrange any and all pillows in order to make a bed that was suitable for his liking. He also had habit of wrapping himself in blankets. Emmit LOVED sleeping under his daddy’s desk every night. It was one of his favorite places and it was where he felt safest.
 
We are forever grateful that he was our first dog. When Emmit came to us, he was very aggressive. He
would bite my husband, me, and the vet. After a few months, Emmit let his guard down and became the  biggest cuddle bug I have ever met. We miss him every day. Love you Emmit/Emmy/Bugga/Bubba/Old Man.



EmmyLou

EmmyLou came to our farm several years ago at the age of twelve or thirteen. I vividly  remember our first meeting. She was transported from New Jersey to Boston, where she spent Thanksgiving, then to meet us at a Rest Area off of I-95. She seemed reluctant to come with us.

There was a hint of Past Dark times in her life. But as is usually the case we were left to speculate and draw our own conclusions.

She had a bright and outgoing side at times, especially when she was on a walk with her pack. She had to always be in the lead, and when she tired, she would just stop, turn around and bark for everyone to follow her home.

We were told by one of the Specialized Vets that we brought her to that she could only live a maximum of 6 months. She proved them wrong... she lived well over another year.

Ironically, in an effort to make her more comfortable, what should have been a simple procedure ended up with most likely a medication reaction, leading to her gut wrenching demise.

We will miss Miss Emmy and her spunk.



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