minmax
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In memory of Minka (Minnie) and Max (Pussycat)
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In memory of.....
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nadinek82
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In loving memory of my wonderful gsdx Bruno who i sadly had to have pts on 23/04/09 aged 13. My wee greyfriars bobby reincarnated, they'll never be another like you puppy dog. Sadly missed every day 
taoshum
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Hazzie puppy.... Such a git but our entire lives were dedicated to you! Miss you so much you little sod... 3 years gone on the 30th August.
xxxxxxx
xxxxxxx
Cinnamontoast
Fais pas chier!
In memory of my beautiful Jake who was suddenly taken from us on Tuesday. Gutted.
karen 53
New User
Whenever you see a spiders web made beautiful with dew,
Shimmer in the morning sun, you know I walk with you.
Whenever you watch a butterfly, dart and swoop and glide,
Look down with fond reflections, for you know I'm by your side.
Whenever you see a rosebud, with petals almost unfurled,
Remember then, with happy thoughts, the days I shared your world.
Whenever you look on the newborn,
And at the beginning of each new day,
Let your heart be filled with gladness,
For I am never far away.
Dedicated to the memory of all my special friends, but especially my brave boys Colonel & Rupe (1996-2009) -resting where no shadows fall.
Shimmer in the morning sun, you know I walk with you.
Whenever you watch a butterfly, dart and swoop and glide,
Look down with fond reflections, for you know I'm by your side.
Whenever you see a rosebud, with petals almost unfurled,
Remember then, with happy thoughts, the days I shared your world.
Whenever you look on the newborn,
And at the beginning of each new day,
Let your heart be filled with gladness,
For I am never far away.
Dedicated to the memory of all my special friends, but especially my brave boys Colonel & Rupe (1996-2009) -resting where no shadows fall.
Spudlet
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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 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....
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 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....
mollichop
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If only - and how I wait for that day!
FestiveSpirit
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Hazzie puppy.... Such a git but our entire lives were dedicated to you! Miss you so much you little sod... 3 years gone on the 30th August.
xxxxxxx
Hiya you
Didnt realise you were back on here, lovely to see you again And the gorgeous Hazzie of course....RIP Hazzie
FestiveSpirit
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Spudlet that makes me cry every time.... the vets sent it to me after I had Jura PTS, and I bawled my eyes out..... I cannot wait for that day, to see my lovely ones again
Spudlet
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Spudlet that makes me cry every time.... the vets sent it to me after I had Jura PTS, and I bawled my eyes out..... I cannot wait for that day, to see my lovely ones again
Oh, me too, me too!
They have to be there, it wouldn't be heaven without them
Ranyhyn
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Look at them, our beautiful forever friends. Gone but never ever forgotten.
My favourite poem, and so true - Kipling.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
My favourite poem, and so true - Kipling.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Ranyhyn
Well-Known Member
Rip my Baba
kyanya
Well-Known Member
Zebedee, our springer spaniel, who sadly passed in 2007 when he was 9.
We got him when I was 10 and I was still at primary school. We went to see him a few months after our old goldie and my grandad had passed away - he was a little ray of sunshine. By the time we went to see his litter, he was the only one who wasn't sold. He was the littlest, getting bossed about by his bigger btohers and sisters, but when he was let out of the pen to come and see us, he made me laugh by boldly undoing my velcro trainers before pattering off to do the biggest pee in the middle of the kitchen floor. Dad didn't want the runt, but I cried my eyes out at the thought of not having such a lovely puppy and a few weeks later he sat on my lap shivering on the way back to him home for the next 10 years of his life.
I remember my year 5 show and tell was about him, and mum brought him in and he sat as a gorgeous, well behaved little puppy on mum's knee while I talked to my class about springers. Everyone loved him because he was so cute.
He stayed gorgeous, even when he was no longer a puppy and he was always loving, happy and good natured. He was a true family dog - he came away on holiday with us and remained loyal to everyone - if we went out for a walk as a family and someone lagged behind, he'd put his brakes on and refused to go until we were all back together again. He let me sit in his basket with him and we'd play in the garden together on summer nights, where he absolutely loved to chase my skipping rope and play with my aerobics ball.
He remained a constant in my life as I was growing up - he'd jump up on the chair by the window each day and watched me coming in from secondary school, before flying round to the door to greet me, always with a toy in his mouth and his little tail waggling away. He watched me do my GCSEs, go to sixth form, do my A levels and was still a fun, happy dog who always had time for me, even when my time grew less for him.
He watched me go away to university, and I missed him and I think he missed me. I'm sad that I was far away from him in his last years, but he still had my mum and dad around to love him and look after him. He sadly passed away while I was away at university and I just hope he knew how much he meant to me, even though I couldn't be with him. He really was a dog in a million, I miss my best childhood friend but I'm thankful that I had him in my life.
The pony I never had!
My favourite photo - he looks so happy
We got him when I was 10 and I was still at primary school. We went to see him a few months after our old goldie and my grandad had passed away - he was a little ray of sunshine. By the time we went to see his litter, he was the only one who wasn't sold. He was the littlest, getting bossed about by his bigger btohers and sisters, but when he was let out of the pen to come and see us, he made me laugh by boldly undoing my velcro trainers before pattering off to do the biggest pee in the middle of the kitchen floor. Dad didn't want the runt, but I cried my eyes out at the thought of not having such a lovely puppy and a few weeks later he sat on my lap shivering on the way back to him home for the next 10 years of his life.
I remember my year 5 show and tell was about him, and mum brought him in and he sat as a gorgeous, well behaved little puppy on mum's knee while I talked to my class about springers. Everyone loved him because he was so cute.
He stayed gorgeous, even when he was no longer a puppy and he was always loving, happy and good natured. He was a true family dog - he came away on holiday with us and remained loyal to everyone - if we went out for a walk as a family and someone lagged behind, he'd put his brakes on and refused to go until we were all back together again. He let me sit in his basket with him and we'd play in the garden together on summer nights, where he absolutely loved to chase my skipping rope and play with my aerobics ball.
He remained a constant in my life as I was growing up - he'd jump up on the chair by the window each day and watched me coming in from secondary school, before flying round to the door to greet me, always with a toy in his mouth and his little tail waggling away. He watched me do my GCSEs, go to sixth form, do my A levels and was still a fun, happy dog who always had time for me, even when my time grew less for him.
He watched me go away to university, and I missed him and I think he missed me. I'm sad that I was far away from him in his last years, but he still had my mum and dad around to love him and look after him. He sadly passed away while I was away at university and I just hope he knew how much he meant to me, even though I couldn't be with him. He really was a dog in a million, I miss my best childhood friend but I'm thankful that I had him in my life.
The pony I never had!
My favourite photo - he looks so happy
GinnieRedwings
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RIP Lucy - born c. Aug 1997 - adopted from the Rescue Feb 1998 - pts 27 Aug 2010.
Mad puppy, dear old friend who gave me a purpose when I was lost, you will always be in my heart and I hope that over the years, I managed to give back as much as you gave me x x x
With that evil grin after a good escapade via the pond...
With the most miserable put upon look - only you had such an array of facial expressions...
Mad puppy, dear old friend who gave me a purpose when I was lost, you will always be in my heart and I hope that over the years, I managed to give back as much as you gave me x x x
With that evil grin after a good escapade via the pond...
With the most miserable put upon look - only you had such an array of facial expressions...
Ranyhyn
Well-Known Member
^^ what a beautiful dog RIP
Alec Swan
Well-Known Member
kitsune,
it was H Frank Wallace who, in his wonderful book "Happier Years", said "I sometimes wonder if the pleasure of owning them, is worth the pain of parting". It isn't easy is it?
Alec.
it was H Frank Wallace who, in his wonderful book "Happier Years", said "I sometimes wonder if the pleasure of owning them, is worth the pain of parting". It isn't easy is it?
Alec.
Storminateacup
Well-Known Member
Our beloved Jack Russell Terrier who was killed by a van on the 15th Oct 2010
So very sadly missed. Our heart are brokens, we see you everywhere and will never forget the love and sheer joy of life you gave to us.
Our Darling baby Dicky
Perhaps you will just take the time to view the lovely video OH made today for him, it truely is very beautiful and you will all see why we loved him so much,
We enscribed this on his tombstone, where he is buried under the trees by the deer filled woodland that he loved, at the edge of the paddock at our Croft.
"My Heart is in the Highlands, my Heart is not here,
My Hearts in the Highlands,
A-chasing the Deer...........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPJe1jCiVJc
So very sadly missed. Our heart are brokens, we see you everywhere and will never forget the love and sheer joy of life you gave to us.
Our Darling baby Dicky
Perhaps you will just take the time to view the lovely video OH made today for him, it truely is very beautiful and you will all see why we loved him so much,
We enscribed this on his tombstone, where he is buried under the trees by the deer filled woodland that he loved, at the edge of the paddock at our Croft.
"My Heart is in the Highlands, my Heart is not here,
My Hearts in the Highlands,
A-chasing the Deer...........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPJe1jCiVJc
RuthnMeg
Well-Known Member
What a lovely moving tribute. Sorry for your loss, he looked lke a little king. x
GinnieRedwings
Well-Known Member
Alec, it is ALWAYS worth it.
I lost my two big dogs this year.
Both at the grand old age of 13.
But we have gained Skye - much smaller, but as big a presence in our lives already
Storminateacup, little Skye looks like she has a lot in common with your Dicky, except for the colour, but his personality shines through those pictures.
And we have named the foal who was born 3 days after the old boy died after him: Max.
The circle of Life.
I love this thread, because it allows me to every now and then just go back to what I wrote and the pics I chose when I was raw with pain and it somehow comfort me to read/see it again. It also makes me cry, but that is part of the healing process I guess.
I lost my two big dogs this year.
Both at the grand old age of 13.
But we have gained Skye - much smaller, but as big a presence in our lives already
Storminateacup, little Skye looks like she has a lot in common with your Dicky, except for the colour, but his personality shines through those pictures.
And we have named the foal who was born 3 days after the old boy died after him: Max.
The circle of Life.
I love this thread, because it allows me to every now and then just go back to what I wrote and the pics I chose when I was raw with pain and it somehow comfort me to read/see it again. It also makes me cry, but that is part of the healing process I guess.
Storminateacup
Well-Known Member
A picture of Dicky, my gorgeous Parsons Jack Russell terrier ( died in a tragic accident 15th oct 2010). This picture taken in Spring this year when he was at his fittest and most athletic and powerful. Miss him so much every day.
I am not there,
I do not sleep...
I am the thousand winds that blow,
...I am diamond glints on snow,
I am sunlight on ripened grain,
I am gentle autumnal rain,
When you waken in the morning – hush,
I am the soft uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I did not die
I am not there,
I do not sleep...
I am the thousand winds that blow,
...I am diamond glints on snow,
I am sunlight on ripened grain,
I am gentle autumnal rain,
When you waken in the morning – hush,
I am the soft uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I did not die
Kalten
New User
Faithful old Kurt
Beautiful Ella, who went into decline, pining away after her lifelong mate passed on.
Beautiful Ella, who went into decline, pining away after her lifelong mate passed on.
PonyFeet10
Well-Known Member
Good night and sleep tight Patch, we love you so much xxx
17th November 2010 due to aggression arising from a brain tumour, no one wanted you to suffer.. xxx
17th November 2010 due to aggression arising from a brain tumour, no one wanted you to suffer.. xxx
SecretSquirrell379
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Our gorgeous Amber who we lost a year ago today Last Christmas really was the worst ever. RIP Bambles, we still miss you every day xxx
Last Christmas really was the worst ever. RIP Bambles, we still miss you every day xxx
Digger123
Well-Known Member
29.06.02 -22.12.10
The soppiest rottie ever.
Will be forever remembered with much love.
Ranyhyn
Well-Known Member
I agree, its always worth it.
Dicky - how fine a dog was he? Beautiful.
Kurt and Ella - so sad, such lovely looking dogs.
Patch looks like a right boy and a half - handsome lad.
Amber, so pretty, love her floppy ears.
I agree that coming back here and sharing in our pain is quite cathartic
Dicky - how fine a dog was he? Beautiful.
Kurt and Ella - so sad, such lovely looking dogs.
Patch looks like a right boy and a half - handsome lad.
Amber, so pretty, love her floppy ears.
I agree that coming back here and sharing in our pain is quite cathartic
Blanche
Well-Known Member
To all I've loved and lost , especially to Short Stuff who left me for heaven this morning . I've loved you all , some more than others which makes me feel guilty for not loving you all equally . You've taken big pieces of my heart with you and I'm not sure there is anything left . Please forgive me my sins , I did the best for you all with the knowledge , skill and resources I had at the time , I'm not sure I can forgive myself . So much pleasure and love and so , so much pain . I hope to see you all at the bridge , love you for ever .
PonyFeet10
Well-Known Member
I agree, its always worth it.
Dicky - how fine a dog was he? Beautiful.
Kurt and Ella - so sad, such lovely looking dogs.
Patch looks like a right boy and a half - handsome lad.
Amber, so pretty, love her floppy ears.
I agree that coming back here and sharing in our pain is quite cathartic
Thank you Kitsune, I miss him so much
he really was something special, don't think I'll ever find another like him..
Storminateacup
Well-Known Member
I agree, its always worth it.
Dicky - how fine a dog was he? Beautiful.
Kurt and Ella - so sad, such lovely looking dogs.
Patch looks like a right boy and a half - handsome lad.
Amber, so pretty, love her floppy ears.
I agree that coming back here and sharing in our pain is quite cathartic
Thanks Kitsune, Dicky was the most unique of doggies and he is irreplacable, still heartbroken over his loss, Christmas was the worst ever for not having him here to enjoy the snow and the log fires. We have a new Parsons Jack Russell, Toddy but he is so very different to Dicky, a sanguine little fellow. Dickys joy of life and natural exuberance was a total delight he was such a pleasure to be with and he loved everyone.
Sometimes I do not think I will ever stop crying...
PonyFeet10
Well-Known Member
Just came across this today..
I wish the rainbow bridge had a phone so I could hear your bark again.
I thought of you today but that's nothing new, I thought of you yesterday and the day before that too.
I think of you in silence and often speak your name.
All I have are memories, and pictures in a frame.
Miss you baby boy, more than anything
I wish the rainbow bridge had a phone so I could hear your bark again.
I thought of you today but that's nothing new, I thought of you yesterday and the day before that too.
I think of you in silence and often speak your name.
All I have are memories, and pictures in a frame.
Miss you baby boy, more than anything
libertylou
Well-Known Member
My fave poem- makes me think of my old Bonnie....
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
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 re-assure 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 "good-night, 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
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
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 re-assure 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 "good-night, 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