A place to honor our special canine friends who have left but are patiently waiting for us.
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
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew ... in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.
Author unknown
Not an Angel**
The young pup and the older dog lay on shaded sweet grass watching the reunions. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a whole family would approach the Rainbow Bridge, be greeted by their loving pets and cross the bridge together.
The young pup playfully nipped at the older one. "Look! Something wonderful is happening!" The older dog stood up and barked, "Quickly. Get over to the path."
"But that's not my owner," whined the pup, but he did as he was told. Thousands of pets surged forward as a figure in white walked on the path toward the bridge. After the glowing figure passed each animal, that animal bowed it's head in love and respect. The figure finally approached the bridge, and was met by a menagerie of joyous animals. Together, they all walked over the bridge and disappeared.
The young pup was still in awe. "Was that an angel?" he whispered.
"No, son." The older dog replied. "That was more than an angel. That was a person who worked rescue."
This page is intended to provide you with an opportunity to write a tribute in memory of any of your canine companions who have departed. While we recognize that the loss of other types of companion animals can be just as devastating, we wish to restrict this part of our web site to writings and tributes about our noble, loving canine friends. Please e-mail us if you wish to add your own tribute. We will attempt to accommodate all wishing to include a tribute, but may be limited by length considerations. It is your option to include your name and e-mail address, should you wish. I found my sweet Pearle about 14 years ago, 2 days before Christmas at the grocery store. It was when I lived in Colorado and it was very cold that day. She was trying to get in the store probably to stay warm or because she was scared. The security guard had her at the front door when I went up to pet her. She was just a baby, somewhere around the age of six months. The security guard told me he couldn’t keep her because he already had 2 dogs. Well I told him I had 2 dogs too, but I took her home. I ran an add in the paper and thank God no one answered it. I guess she was my Christmas present from God that year and what a wonderful present she turned out to be. My sweet Pearle left me yesterday for the Rainbow Bridge. I held her as she departed for her journey and told her that it was okay to go since she was so tired and she was ready. I knew that she would be with her brothers and sisters that had left earlier for the bridge and I know I will see her again. That is my comfort, that I will see them all again one day. But I miss her so very much. She was beautiful. Pearle is survived by her rescue brother and sisters. Little Vic found running down a busy street in Fort Worth. Fancy Girl adopted from the wonderful Twyla’s Friends. And Katie found in my church parking lot. We all miss you Pearle-you were the best!!! Dear Howler, We miss you so much already. Sometimes it seems as though we still hear your tags clanking together, your whimpering when we have to leave to go to work, and your gentle snoring. Life will never be the same without your joyful presence. We will miss all the play times, walk times, you sitting with us in the front yard saying hello to all the neighbors, and your animated sleeping where you would bark and move your legs as if you were chasing the squirrels in your dreams. We will never forget your adorable face with those big, perky ears, and soft, brown eyes. You have been the absolute best dog anyone could ever hope for. Always full of affection and unconditional love. Everyone who ever met you fell in love with you instantly, especially us the day we rescued you from the streets. Thank you so much for all the love you gave us. Hopefully you know that we loved you so incredibly much in return. You will forever live in our hearts. In loving memory of our beautiful boy Howler who passed away June 4, 2004. Love always, Mama and Daddy Jake, you lived up to your name. For as you know there is no greater honor for a firefighter than to be called a good Jake. This is a name of honor it represents loyalty courage, and above all a loving heart. You had a mischievous side that I loved always full of vim and vigor. You had the ability to always make things better with a few licks to my head and a flash of your wonderful smile. Even though you weighed 80 pounds you still loved to be held in my arms, and I will remember this forever . You were so loyal you would watch my every step inside or out. Dear friend, you showed courage to the end fighting back after your heart had stopped several times just to look up and say so long. In my heart I know That Jay and Kim and all the rest will accept you into the HALLS OF VALHALLA . I will see you again my friend and when those fires get tough. I will remember your fighting spirit and courage to get me through. We love you and you may be gone but you will never be forgotten. COURAGEOUS JAKE! Love Rob and Nancy your Mom and Dad. Britt, It has been a year since you left me but you are still so strong in my heart. I still find myself calling for you. You were my one true friend for 13 years. You never questioned me, just gave me your unrequited love and acceptance. I will never forget the day I found you at the animal shelter in Tulsa, OK. You were a tall, gangly four month old Brittany. You grew into a beautiful young lady and then in your final years, the grand matron of our home. You helped me nurse that poor, sick little puppy, Rachel, that we rescued from the street, back to health. Today she is such a fine dog, thanks to your nurturing. I know she misses you greatly still today. A new girl, Mert, has joined our family. She, like you, was rescued. I found her at Twyla's and fell in love with her. Rachel was so lonely and now she has a new companion in Mert. I catch myself , when Rachel and Mert get rambunctious, saying, "I wish Britt was here to put you girls in your place." So, old girl, I just wanted to say I still miss you but you will always be with me in spirit. I hope you are happy and at peace. Until we meet again, Love, Mike Like the Sunshine That Comes Through the Backdoor Like the sunshine that comes through the backdoor, You came into our lives to make them warm and bright, Filled with laughter and love that touched and filled our hearts. You were the sun that woke me up in the morning by crawling in my bed and the afternoon sun that welcomes us home from school or work. Everything in our lives you touched and our home became your kingdom and territory. We embraced you, our sun, and you protected us. We tried to give you everything your little heart desired (save every piece of food in the kitchen). We hope you enjoyed every treat, kiss, pat, or rub as much as we did. We tried to provide the simple pleasures of everlasting love likened with bread plus jelly or potatoes plus gravy. Even though I was unable to be there as the sun went down. I was with you. I know we will take with us the special favorite memories and I will miss fighting over who got to hold you in a picture, or when you would sit on my legs or hair, or the trouble I would get in for opening the gate, and the sound of your footsteps coming back to my room, And I will especially miss hearing the tone of voice everyone reserved to talk to you in and only you. So as every sun sets, only to rise again in our memories of your light and love that shines on to warm the rest of our lives in memories and pictures of you, our eternal sun. And forever our Baby KC Jake Chapman. Stacie Jane Chapman It's hard to put in words how much he meant to me but this dog taught me to love unselfishly. He came to me as an abandoned dog and oh how ugly and pitiful he looked. Full grown and only weighing 13 pounds from starvation. I remember how he won me over--he stood up on his back legs and put his arms around my waist ( like he was hugging me) and in an instant he was the most beautiful dog i had ever seen. He was MINE and he was the most loyal dog ever. I still can't understand how a dog can be so neglected and mistreated and yet still have that wag in their tail and love in their eyes, with hope in their heart. I took him in , helped him to heal , but in only 4 very short months he would be run over by a train while chasing after his girlfriend. I was devastated by this loss. Thanks to God! Levi left a legacy: 10 puppies! I wanted them all but settled on two. They are perfect tributes to Levi and perfect healing for my heart. Levi, my amazing Pit Bull, lives on. AKW Tribute to Hank Unfortunately, I was off at College when it was Hank's time to go. My mom and her loving boyfriend took on that responsibility. They held his paw and stared into his eyes as he left this world. I will never forget the day I lost Hank. He loved me and I loved him. I will never have another canine friend quite like him. He helped me through some of my hardest times, just by staying at my side. My only regret was that I was not at his side when he said good-bye. For days after his demise I could not stop crying. I had to do something to tell Hank how much I loved him. I sat down one day on campus with my eyes leaking tears and wrote a poem for him. I wrote about where I believe he has gone: to a place full of all the things he loved. Eventually, I will join him there, but hopefully he is happy and content until it is my time to come. Gone to the Land of Canine Content Where he can play with an infinite amount of new tennis balls, Where he can drink out of the Ultimate Porcelain Potty, Where he can chow down on cat food to his heart's delight, Where he can swim in the perfect swimming pool, Where he can romp in grassy fields with his canine companions, Where he can lay down every night in a bed fit for a king, Where the bag of treats under the Christmas tree never goes empty, Where he can roll in dead fish all he desires, Where all his worldly desires are fulfilled. Hank lived from 1988 until October of 1998. He gave us all the love he could give in that short time. He will be greatly missed by all his friends and his family; but most of all by his feline family Chop Chi, Fat Cat, Daisy, and his best friend Itsy Bitsy. By Page Crouch Heaven's Doggy-Door My best friend closed his eyes last night, As his head was in my hand. The doctors said he was in pain, And it was hard for him to stand. The thoughts that scurried through my head, As I cradled him in my arms. Were of his younger, puppy years, And his oh so many charms. Today, there was no gentle nudge With an intense "I love you gaze", Only a heart that's filled with tears Remembering our joy filled days. But an Angel just appeared to me, And he said, "You should cry no more, God also loves our canine friends, He's installed a "doggy-door"! Chili was MY friend. He loved me as no other has. I was his human and his alone. He was loving, unselfish, and loyal. Chili didn't have an easy life. He spent I don't know how long running Westheimer when he was found and given to me on New Year's Day 1996. He immediately warmed up to me even though he was petrified of all other humans- especially men-my husband in particular. His favorite spot was under my bed or in my lap or at my feet. He was a good friend and I'll miss him greatly. I loved him and HE LOVED ME. He gave his all and I'll never forget him. He died Friday, Jan. 9, 1998. A Broken Hearted Poodle Lover, Amy Feemster Orry was my life, my best friend, and my child for 11 1/2 years. He gave me infinite pleasure and love that no one else could ever give. I will never forget his face and the love in his eyes. I miss him more than words can express and no one in my human family understands. I hope some of you can. I lost him June 18, 1997 and I will always mourn him. MAS I can not read any of these tributes without crying. The pain of the absence from my physical world of our babies, Freeway and Jerome. They are always in our heart and mind and we will love them as long as our bodies have breath. I always said Freeway's eyes were windows to her soul. As you who have suffered this devastating loss know, the pain never stops but the wonderful memories last forever. Each of our babies were strays that god gave us and he has now taken them to be at his side. They died six years apart, both at age 14, both from cancer. All both of them ever wanted to do was to love and please us. If someone doesn't appreciate our grief, they are much the poorer for their own lack of humanity. FAREWELL, TRISTAN Tristan, I'm so sad I had to say good-bye to you and help you on your journey to wherever Labrador Heaven must be. For months, I had been dreading the day when I knew you would have to take that final car ride to the vet. Sunday was such a sad day, one of such loss and pain. I know life was less and less fun for you, your old body refusing to work the way it used to, your vitality gone, and your suffering increasing. When I helped lift you up on the vet's table, I felt your tired heart pounding. I think you must have felt the distress we were feeling. As the drug to put you to sleep started to take you away, I was holding you and was struck by the sound and sight of your happy Labrador tail wagging at such a rapid pace -- that old tail wagging that I hadn't seen for so long. I like to think that you were feeling better for a moment before your final sleep and were your old, happy self once more before you left. As you lay there, still warm, it seemed unreal that you were really gone. But, you are gone, old friend, and my sadness is at least counterbalanced by the rich memories and joy you have left in my heart and my life. During your thirteen years with me, you became my friend, and I learned to love you. Your kind, noble spirit and affection enriched my life and taught me a lot about gentleness, kindness, and joy. Your happy, loving, unconditional affection was a source of great warmth and comfort to me, especially when I was going thorough my own tough times. Somehow, things were always a little bit brighter when I could think about you during my day, and when I knew I could come home and greet you. You are gone, but my memories of you are a wonderful melange of incredible living, vibrant, Technicolor movies -- stored safely away in my mind. I still can see you racing to fetch sticks and balls with such unmatched enthusiasm. I still see you at obedience trials, having the time of your life. We camped together in the deserts and mountains, where you had chances to run free. I can still feel you beside me as we run those fun runs together once more in my mind. Your happy greetings whenever I was around were so pleasant. I didn't really like you much at first. You were a typical puppy, always in trouble, never still, so hyper. I didn't have much patience for that. I had to learn from my wife how to care for you and to see what a real treasure you were. I learned from her how to respond to your affection and understand your way of investigating your world. A long time ago, She told me that she got a lot of love from you and I didn't really understand then. I heard the words but just didn't get it back then. Thank God I took the time to learn what she was talking about, for she already knew about something that counts as one of life's great gifts. I'm glad we had many years to spend together after I learned what she already knew. I am thankful to her for helping me to see, in her gentle way, what a treasure you could be. I am so glad that we chose you to share our lives with us for these many years. I think we gave you a rich, happy life and it was a privilege share it with you. Your absence leaves me with great grief, but I am thankful that there are so many good memories I can call on. You will be held dear in my heart for as long as I live. Your Noble Labrador Spirit will bring a smile and a tear to my face always. Your ashes will be spread among the life that grows in the greenbelt behind our house. In my own way, I know that I can look upon the trees, watch the squirrels and birds, and know that your life continues in Nature's great cycle. I also have so many rich memories of our past times. Thank you so very, very much. In my mind, you will live on forever. Good-bye, dear friend. I miss you. Do not cry for me, my master Do not cry for me, my master The sun is warm, The grass is soft, The water is cool and sweet Do not cry for me, my master I play with others, The joy and strength of my youth restored Do not cry for me, my master Weep instead for the unloved, the unwanted, For I was neither Do not cry for me, my master Remember the love that bonded us And keep it in your heart Do not cry for me, my master Unless they are the tears of joy, On the day we are reunited Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Dog's love Is a dog's love so intense because its life is so short? Or is its life so short because its love is so intense? Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Do not say goodbye Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
This page is intended to provide you with an opportunity to write a tribute in memory of any of your canine companions who have departed.
While we recognize that the loss of other types of companion animals can be just as devastating, we wish to restrict this part of our web site to writings and tributes about our noble, loving canine friends.
Please e-mail us if you wish to add your own tribute.
We will attempt to accommodate all wishing to include a tribute, but may be limited by length considerations. It is your option to include your name and e-mail address, should you wish.
I found my sweet Pearle about 14 years ago, 2 days before Christmas at the grocery store. It was when I lived in Colorado and it was very cold that day. She was trying to get in the store probably to stay warm or because she was scared. The security guard had her at the front door when I went up to pet her. She was just a baby, somewhere around the age of six months. The security guard told me he couldn’t keep her because he already had 2 dogs. Well I told him I had 2 dogs too, but I took her home. I ran an add in the paper and thank God no one answered it. I guess she was my Christmas present from God that year and what a wonderful present she turned out to be.
My sweet Pearle left me yesterday for the Rainbow Bridge. I held her as she departed for her journey and told her that it was okay to go since she was so tired and she was ready. I knew that she would be with her brothers and sisters that had left earlier for the bridge and I know I will see her again. That is my comfort, that I will see them all again one day. But I miss her so very much. She was beautiful.
Pearle is survived by her rescue brother and sisters. Little Vic found running down a busy street in Fort Worth. Fancy Girl adopted from the wonderful Twyla’s Friends. And Katie found in my church parking lot. We all miss you Pearle-you were the best!!!
Dear Howler, We miss you so much already. Sometimes it seems as though we still hear your tags clanking together, your whimpering when we have to leave to go to work, and your gentle snoring. Life will never be the same without your joyful presence. We will miss all the play times, walk times, you sitting with us in the front yard saying hello to all the neighbors, and your animated sleeping where you would bark and move your legs as if you were chasing the squirrels in your dreams. We will never forget your adorable face with those big, perky ears, and soft, brown eyes. You have been the absolute best dog anyone could ever hope for. Always full of affection and unconditional love. Everyone who ever met you fell in love with you instantly, especially us the day we rescued you from the streets. Thank you so much for all the love you gave us. Hopefully you know that we loved you so incredibly much in return. You will forever live in our hearts. In loving memory of our beautiful boy Howler who passed away June 4, 2004.
Love always, Mama and Daddy
Jake, you lived up to your name. For as you know there is no greater honor for a firefighter than to be called a good Jake. This is a name of honor it represents loyalty courage, and above all a loving heart. You had a mischievous side that I loved always full of vim and vigor. You had the ability to always make things better with a few licks to my head and a flash of your wonderful smile. Even though you weighed 80 pounds you still loved to be held in my arms, and I will remember this forever . You were so loyal you would watch my every step inside or out. Dear friend, you showed courage to the end fighting back after your heart had stopped several times just to look up and say so long. In my heart I know That Jay and Kim and all the rest will accept you into the HALLS OF VALHALLA . I will see you again my friend and when those fires get tough. I will remember your fighting spirit and courage to get me through. We love you and you may be gone but you will never be forgotten. COURAGEOUS JAKE!
Love Rob and Nancy your Mom and Dad.
Britt,
It has been a year since you left me but you are still so strong in my heart. I still find myself calling for you. You were my one true friend for 13 years. You never questioned me, just gave me your unrequited love and acceptance. I will never forget the day I found you at the animal shelter in Tulsa, OK. You were a tall, gangly four month old Brittany. You grew into a beautiful young lady and then in your final years, the grand matron of our home. You helped me nurse that poor, sick little puppy, Rachel, that we rescued from the street, back to health. Today she is such a fine dog, thanks to your nurturing. I know she misses you greatly still today. A new girl, Mert, has joined our family. She, like you, was rescued. I found her at Twyla's and fell in love with her. Rachel was so lonely and now she has a new companion in Mert. I catch myself , when Rachel and Mert get rambunctious, saying, "I wish Britt was here to put you girls in your place."
So, old girl, I just wanted to say I still miss you but you will always be with me in spirit. I hope you are happy and at peace. Until we meet again,
Love,
Mike
Like the Sunshine That Comes Through the Backdoor
Like the sunshine that comes through the backdoor, You came into our lives to make them warm and bright, Filled with laughter and love that touched and filled our hearts. You were the sun that woke me up in the morning by crawling in my bed and the afternoon sun that welcomes us home from school or work. Everything in our lives you touched and our home became your kingdom and territory.
We embraced you, our sun, and you protected us. We tried to give you everything your little heart desired (save every piece of food in the kitchen). We hope you enjoyed every treat, kiss, pat, or rub as much as we did. We tried to provide the simple pleasures of everlasting love likened with bread plus jelly or potatoes plus gravy.
Even though I was unable to be there as the sun went down. I was with you. I know we will take with us the special favorite memories and I will miss fighting over who got to hold you in a picture, or when you would sit on my legs or hair, or the trouble I would get in for opening the gate, and the sound of your footsteps coming back to my room, And I will especially miss hearing the tone of voice everyone reserved to talk to you in and only you.
So as every sun sets, only to rise again in our memories of your light and love that shines on to warm the rest of our lives in memories and pictures of you, our eternal sun. And forever our Baby KC Jake Chapman.
Stacie Jane Chapman
It's hard to put in words how much he meant to me but this dog taught me to love unselfishly. He came to me as an abandoned dog and oh how ugly and pitiful he looked. Full grown and only weighing 13 pounds from starvation. I remember how he won me over--he stood up on his back legs and put his arms around my waist ( like he was hugging me) and in an instant he was the most beautiful dog i had ever seen. He was MINE and he was the most loyal dog ever. I still can't understand how a dog can be so neglected and mistreated and yet still have that wag in their tail and love in their eyes, with hope in their heart. I took him in , helped him to heal , but in only 4 very short months he would be run over by a train while chasing after his girlfriend. I was devastated by this loss. Thanks to God! Levi left a legacy: 10 puppies! I wanted them all but settled on two. They are perfect tributes to Levi and perfect healing for my heart. Levi, my amazing Pit Bull, lives on.
AKW
Tribute to Hank
Unfortunately, I was off at College when it was Hank's time to go. My mom and her loving boyfriend took on that responsibility. They held his paw and stared into his eyes as he left this world. I will never forget the day I lost Hank. He loved me and I loved him. I will never have another canine friend quite like him. He helped me through some of my hardest times, just by staying at my side. My only regret was that I was not at his side when he said good-bye.
For days after his demise I could not stop crying. I had to do something to tell Hank how much I loved him. I sat down one day on campus with my eyes leaking tears and wrote a poem for him. I wrote about where I believe he has gone: to a place full of all the things he loved. Eventually, I will join him there, but hopefully he is happy and content until it is my time to come.
Gone to the Land of Canine Content
Where he can play with an infinite amount of new tennis balls, Where he can drink out of the Ultimate Porcelain Potty, Where he can chow down on cat food to his heart's delight, Where he can swim in the perfect swimming pool, Where he can romp in grassy fields with his canine companions, Where he can lay down every night in a bed fit for a king, Where the bag of treats under the Christmas tree never goes empty, Where he can roll in dead fish all he desires, Where all his worldly desires are fulfilled.
Hank lived from 1988 until October of 1998. He gave us all the love he could give in that short time. He will be greatly missed by all his friends and his family; but most of all by his feline family Chop Chi, Fat Cat, Daisy, and his best friend Itsy Bitsy.
By Page Crouch
Heaven's Doggy-Door
My best friend closed his eyes last night, As his head was in my hand. The doctors said he was in pain, And it was hard for him to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head, As I cradled him in my arms. Were of his younger, puppy years, And his oh so many charms.
Today, there was no gentle nudge With an intense "I love you gaze", Only a heart that's filled with tears Remembering our joy filled days.
But an Angel just appeared to me, And he said, "You should cry no more, God also loves our canine friends, He's installed a "doggy-door"!
Chili was MY friend. He loved me as no other has. I was his human and his alone. He was loving, unselfish, and loyal. Chili didn't have an easy life. He spent I don't know how long running Westheimer when he was found and given to me on New Year's Day 1996. He immediately warmed up to me even though he was petrified of all other humans- especially men-my husband in particular. His favorite spot was under my bed or in my lap or at my feet. He was a good friend and I'll miss him greatly. I loved him and HE LOVED ME. He gave his all and I'll never forget him. He died Friday, Jan. 9, 1998. A Broken Hearted Poodle Lover, Amy Feemster
A Broken Hearted Poodle Lover,
Amy Feemster
Orry was my life, my best friend, and my child for 11 1/2 years. He gave me infinite pleasure and love that no one else could ever give. I will never forget his face and the love in his eyes. I miss him more than words can express and no one in my human family understands. I hope some of you can. I lost him June 18, 1997 and I will always mourn him. MAS
MAS
I can not read any of these tributes without crying. The pain of the absence from my physical world of our babies, Freeway and Jerome. They are always in our heart and mind and we will love them as long as our bodies have breath. I always said Freeway's eyes were windows to her soul. As you who have suffered this devastating loss know, the pain never stops but the wonderful memories last forever. Each of our babies were strays that god gave us and he has now taken them to be at his side. They died six years apart, both at age 14, both from cancer. All both of them ever wanted to do was to love and please us. If someone doesn't appreciate our grief, they are much the poorer for their own lack of humanity.
FAREWELL, TRISTAN
Tristan, I'm so sad I had to say good-bye to you and help you on your journey to wherever Labrador Heaven must be. For months, I had been dreading the day when I knew you would have to take that final car ride to the vet. Sunday was such a sad day, one of such loss and pain. I know life was less and less fun for you, your old body refusing to work the way it used to, your vitality gone, and your suffering increasing. When I helped lift you up on the vet's table, I felt your tired heart pounding. I think you must have felt the distress we were feeling. As the drug to put you to sleep started to take you away, I was holding you and was struck by the sound and sight of your happy Labrador tail wagging at such a rapid pace -- that old tail wagging that I hadn't seen for so long. I like to think that you were feeling better for a moment before your final sleep and were your old, happy self once more before you left. As you lay there, still warm, it seemed unreal that you were really gone. But, you are gone, old friend, and my sadness is at least counterbalanced by the rich memories and joy you have left in my heart and my life.
During your thirteen years with me, you became my friend, and I learned to love you. Your kind, noble spirit and affection enriched my life and taught me a lot about gentleness, kindness, and joy. Your happy, loving, unconditional affection was a source of great warmth and comfort to me, especially when I was going thorough my own tough times. Somehow, things were always a little bit brighter when I could think about you during my day, and when I knew I could come home and greet you.
You are gone, but my memories of you are a wonderful melange of incredible living, vibrant, Technicolor movies -- stored safely away in my mind. I still can see you racing to fetch sticks and balls with such unmatched enthusiasm. I still see you at obedience trials, having the time of your life. We camped together in the deserts and mountains, where you had chances to run free. I can still feel you beside me as we run those fun runs together once more in my mind. Your happy greetings whenever I was around were so pleasant.
I didn't really like you much at first. You were a typical puppy, always in trouble, never still, so hyper. I didn't have much patience for that. I had to learn from my wife how to care for you and to see what a real treasure you were. I learned from her how to respond to your affection and understand your way of investigating your world. A long time ago, She told me that she got a lot of love from you and I didn't really understand then. I heard the words but just didn't get it back then. Thank God I took the time to learn what she was talking about, for she already knew about something that counts as one of life's great gifts. I'm glad we had many years to spend together after I learned what she already knew. I am thankful to her for helping me to see, in her gentle way, what a treasure you could be. I am so glad that we chose you to share our lives with us for these many years. I think we gave you a rich, happy life and it was a privilege share it with you.
Your absence leaves me with great grief, but I am thankful that there are so many good memories I can call on. You will be held dear in my heart for as long as I live. Your Noble Labrador Spirit will bring a smile and a tear to my face always.
Your ashes will be spread among the life that grows in the greenbelt behind our house. In my own way, I know that I can look upon the trees, watch the squirrels and birds, and know that your life continues in Nature's great cycle. I also have so many rich memories of our past times. Thank you so very, very much. In my mind, you will live on forever.
Good-bye, dear friend. I miss you.
Do not cry for me, my master Do not cry for me, my master The sun is warm, The grass is soft, The water is cool and sweet Do not cry for me, my master I play with others, The joy and strength of my youth restored Do not cry for me, my master Weep instead for the unloved, the unwanted, For I was neither Do not cry for me, my master Remember the love that bonded us And keep it in your heart Do not cry for me, my master Unless they are the tears of joy, On the day we are reunited Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Dog's love Is a dog's love so intense because its life is so short? Or is its life so short because its love is so intense? Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Do not say goodbye Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
Do not cry for me, my master The sun is warm, The grass is soft, The water is cool and sweet Do not cry for me, my master I play with others, The joy and strength of my youth restored Do not cry for me, my master Weep instead for the unloved, the unwanted, For I was neither Do not cry for me, my master Remember the love that bonded us And keep it in your heart Do not cry for me, my master Unless they are the tears of joy, On the day we are reunited Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Dog's love Is a dog's love so intense because its life is so short? Or is its life so short because its love is so intense? Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Do not say goodbye Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
Do not cry for me, my master I play with others, The joy and strength of my youth restored
Do not cry for me, my master Weep instead for the unloved, the unwanted, For I was neither
Do not cry for me, my master Remember the love that bonded us And keep it in your heart
Do not cry for me, my master Unless they are the tears of joy, On the day we are reunited
Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Dog's love Is a dog's love so intense because its life is so short? Or is its life so short because its love is so intense? Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Do not say goodbye Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
Dog's love Is a dog's love so intense because its life is so short? Or is its life so short because its love is so intense? Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Do not say goodbye Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
Is a dog's love so intense because its life is so short? Or is its life so short because its love is so intense? Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Do not say goodbye Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron Do not say goodbye Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
Do not say goodbye Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
Do not say goodbye Choose, instead, I love you In this way, each parting is a promise Of an eventual reunion
Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
PITTYPAT We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
We lost a friend today, She was playful, She was caring, We thought she would never die. Then one day, a car took her away. The house is not the same. PittyPat is gone, but not forgotten, we miss her so, more than she will ever know. In doggie heaven, she'll be there, wagging her tail, showing her love and care. GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED. Love, DADDY & MOMMY SCOOTER I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you. Twyla’s Friends
GOODBYE little friend, We hope you know how much you're missed. When you were with us, We were trully BLESSED.
Love, DADDY & MOMMY
SCOOTER
I’m an angel sent from Heaven, and Scooter Smith is my name. God sent me here to pray with you, that it might ease your pain. I know the healing journey is a slow and weary walk, But know that I am with you should your soul need time to talk. On each step we take together, on your journey forth to heal, Please know that it’s okay to grieve, for hearts were meant to feel. There never was a dog loved more, and this I always knew, I tasted it each day I lived, for I was loved by you.
Twyla’s Friends
