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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Puck

In May, it would be 8 years of loving our beloved Puck. However, on Feb. 20th, his time came to cross the rainbow bridge. Daddy was there to hold his buddy’s paw on his way over.

Puck was a lover of car rides, treats, begging for people food, getting a tubby at the groomer, paw shakes, ear rubs, sunbathing on the deck, taking the warm seat on the couch the second it’s available, trying to be a lap dog, sleeping, pulling his bed down from wherever I put it when I cleaned the floors, lounging with his daddy, being the foreman on any maintenance job in the house, howling and sniffing everything in sight. He hated whenever his Sissy (Torrie) wasn’t with him, not being fed on-time, the sound of the phone ringing, the vacuum, rain and snow.

He was very sweet, had a mighty howl, ears like velvet (the tips floated in his water bowl when he drank) and he sometimes smelled liked Fritos. We’re sure he would’ve sounded like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh if he could talk.

He looked thoroughly disgusted in the first picture TSBHR sent us of him prior to the adoption. Sarcastic me knew right then and there he was my meant to be with us! 

Good-bye Puck / Puckers / Pucker-poo / Guadenzo / Old Man Guadenzo / Stinky / Handsome / Buddy / Good Boy / Baby / Mr. Whiteface / Mr. Wigglebutt / My crooked-legged SOB. We couldn’t have loved you more. Rest In Peace.



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