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Over the Bridge

There is an Indian legend which says, "When a human dies, there is a bridge they must cross to enter into heaven. At the head of that bridge waits every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals, based upon what they know of this person, decide which humans may cross the bridge...and which are turned away."

Lucy, November 19, 1997 - July 1, 2008

Evening Star's Golden Lucia crossed the Rainbow Bridge on Tuesday, July 1st.  Her everyday name suited her better, as our Lucy made all the dogs and people who crossed her path feel at home.  She was a rascal of a puppy who grew into an elegant and loving lady.  Lucy was taken from us much too early at the age of 10 by a very aggressive cancer.  She will be missed by all who knew her.  Good night, sweet Lucy.

Golden Memories

They say memories are golden, well, maybe that is true.
We never wanted memories, we only wanted you.
A million times we cried.
If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place no one can ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane.
We'd walk the path to Heaven and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us back one by one, the chain will link again.

--Author Unknown

Ben & Jerry, April 28 - June 30, 2008

At the tender age of 4 weeks, Ben and Jerry were dumped on the doorstep of the Downey Shelter in deplorable condition. Jerry had Puppy Strangles....his lymph nodes were swollen and his skin had sores. Ben came to us unable to walk...he was so weak that he would fall over onto his face and could not stand back up. Through the constant care, feeding, attention, and loving showered on them by their foster parents, Michelle and Sangtar, they seemed to be making full recoveries. But this week, they both took a turn for the worse. As our president announced: "Neither Ben nor Jerry were able to win their battle with distemper.  Our valiant puppies crossed the Rainbow Bridge today where they will have healthy bodies, happy lives and constant love.  We will never forget those wonderful faces.  We weep today for all those who tried so hard and lovingly to see them through their many set backs and we rest assured that every thing possible was done for them."

Monty, 1996 - June 13, 2008

Monty was found in late April wandering the streets in Ventura County, 20 lbs. underweight, and lost or turned out at 12 years of age. But he didn't give up on humans and loved to just sit by your side, chewing a rawhide, or run through the park as long as he could keep you in sight. Kelli Maher fostered him at first, showing him what life with a loving family, two golden brothers, and a basset hound sister could be like. Ed Buck then became Monty's foster dad and showered him with toys, love, and all the chicken he wanted. A surprise diagnosis of cancer took Monty from us too quickly, but at least he had two very loving homes for his last two months.

Monty's Story

I gave them my love for many a year,
I was loyal and good, always full of good cheer.
But as I grew older, their time for me waned,
And I found myself loose, running scared in the rain.

Some men snatched me up, in a kennel they put me,
There were so many dogs, all crying to be free.
I was sick and afraid. Would this be my end?
Alone in a strange place with nary a friend?

But then two angels helped me out of that place,
One took me home, she looked in my face,
“You'll never be lonely again,” she explained,
“You'll have love and food and fun again.”

Another rescue angel then brought me home with him,
We played and hiked and loved each other, life was no longer grim.
But far too soon the cancer took me, it came on me so fast,
My last two months were glorious, with friends up to the last.

So thank you all you rescue angels who take us from the cold,
And give us love and hope again, and peace as we grow old.
--bjk

Bear -- June 3, 2008

Bear, beloved by Stevi and Dave Martin and their family, was an honorary Golden. Bear graciously welcomed over 80 foster dogs into his home throughout the years, helping scared and confused rescues from shelters learn about canine companionship and caring humans.

Request From Rainbow Bridge

by Constance Jenkins
In Loving Memory of Isolde Jenkins

Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.

OSCAR, 1998 - June 3, 2008

Oscar, fondly known as Schizo, was cared for as a permanent foster for the last two years of his life by volunteer Kelli Maher and Ron Theaker. When they took him in, they were told the cancer would take him in just a few months, but they did everything they could to extend that to two years. Oscar loved the beach. Kelli's fondest memory of him will be how he always ran to get a toy to give her when she came home....his way of saying, "Thank you, Mom, for giving me such a good life."

Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you.

I loved you so....

'twas Heaven here with you

 

Isla Raschal Richardson

ROSEBUD, May 24 - June 3, 2008

Rosebud was born in rescue, attended by caring volunteers, and nutured for her short life by her loving foster parents, Stevi and Dave Martin. Her four brothers are thriving, but little Rosebud was called because children crossing the bridge need little puppies to play with.

Rosebud

When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss of one small 'child',
Who does so much to make this world seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires - always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows will always be "good-bye".

And so when little pups depart;
We, who are left behind, must realize how much God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.

- Author Unknown