..will always be remembered and loved...
Bonnie, Cody, Liza Jane.
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 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*
Somedays, I still wake up and walk downstairs, expecting to see my 13 year old Doberman asleep on her bed by the sofa. Or hear my big beautiful red male barking, and then the sounds of his nails and the nails of my younger black bitch clicking against the floor as they come around the corner to greet me happily.
Our three wonderful friends have been a part of our lives for many years. I can not think of a single day that has gone by since the year all three crossed the Rainbow bridge that I have not thanked God for allowing me to know them.
Liza was the first to go. Liza was a seven year old Black doberman bitch, smaller then some, with an absolutley beautiful dark face. She was very very loving, hyper and happy, perfectly content to just lie there while you scratched her, or play tug of war with you, and of course, Frisbee. Frisbee was her heaven. I know that somewhere in that wonderful meadow she is in, she has as many Frisbee's to chase as she wants to. I can imagine her there, poised in the center of a field framed with mountains and trees, waiting for the frisbee to be thrown, a tireless, perpetual energy flowing through her. I hope that someday, I will be reunited with her, and can once again watch her chase the flying disc across the field with outstretched legs and heart.
Liza Jane-"Scudamore Crystal Nojoki"
Fly Janie Bird...Fly
Cody always seemed to be the middle dog. Second dog we recieved, second dog we lost. Cody was a stunning red male, but his beautiful body was nothing compared to the wonderful beauty of his spirit. I have never in my life met a male so wise as this one. He soared with his own wings. Cody would pull sleds in the winter time for the neighborhood kids, sleep on the foot of our beds to warm our feet, and play endless games of fetch with anyone. He loved every moment he was alive, happy and content. Towards the end of his life, a minor tumor that he had spread and his lungs were infected. He had trouble breathing and was no longer happy, being forced to keep a low profile. The loss of his best friend, Liza Jane, a few months before had also dragged him down, he longed for her company and I think he was severly depressed. We made the hardest choice for him. Cody was Euthenized in June, bringing our number down to one. I know that somewhere, he is watching over us all. Sometimes I can still feel his powerful gaze and soulfull brown eyes...I know that he is with me.
Cody--"Desti's Phantom deScudamore"
Your Journey has only just begun my friend...
Bonnie was the last to go, and the oldest of the three. I could write for pages about her, but I will try to spare you the longest of my wonderful memories. Bonnie was 13 years old when she died--she gave us 13 wonderful years of loyalty, love, friendship and understanding. Bonnie was the most wonderful dog that I have ever met. Not a day would go by when someone was sad, that her nose would be there, and her tounge licking the tears away. She loved to snuggle and would go for long walks through the neighborhood, and woods with me. Her compassion included twice when she helped me along..once alerting me to a *very* bad man in our backyard..and the second growling a harsh warning to another man that pulled over when we were walking and tried to convince me to get into the truck...her growl sent him packing. I have never heard her growl like that since, nor can I remember hearing it before the incident. She knew I was in trouble. That's the kind of dog she was...She loved each member of the family like her pup. She protected and watched over us and would go so far as to "groom" us in our sleep. She was a caring, loving mother, the founding bitch of our kennel, and the mother of Cody. Sadly, she was spayed after only her third litter, but she never lost her maternal instincts. She would raise litters that had been abandoned, asist in the raising of pups weaning, and generaly mother anything that she could get her mouth on. One of her favorites was a flexi leash..she would drag it to her bed and nudge it to nurse. LOL...whenever we lost keys or the leash, we knew where it was. Bonnie died late December of '99, a heartatack while we were eating dinner. However, her death did not leave us entirly empty...in her last months she raised one more puppy for us. Lance.
"Destiny's Black Magic--Bonnie"
"And thus my sould departs my body..returning to from whence it came, is it really gone? Only time can tell."
My Star
Looking down from upon my star,
I wonder how I got this far.
Thinking back on my life gone past,
I realized I reached my star too fast.
Bellow me I hear a good friend cry,
"she misses me" I say with a sigh.
I can hear my family beg and pray
"Give her back to us!" They say.
But if they could only see,
How happy death has made me..
I can fly, I can dance, I can be free!
Without my body to imprison me.
I know, I miss them to.
For I loved them through and through.
But for them I am never really gone,
I'll be here till the break of dawn,
all they have to do is look up and see
that they can always find me,
lying above upon my star-
I am never really far.
I loved them much,
and I miss their touch..
but It is far better here...
For here..there is NO fear!
I'll send them a hug
and give their souls a tug,
but please don't cry,
for I needed to die..
Just always remember my name..
And I'll do you the same.
written by Shawn Snead in 1999. Copyright '99.
