Angels Have Pawz
Someone told me once that dogs are put on this planet to do one thing, and that is to give love. When they’ve given all the love they have, they’ve done their job and God calls them back to heaven where they came from. To quote Will Rogers, “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
If you have lost your four-legged, furry love, please leave a paragraph in the “Comments” section below to tell us why this pet was so very special to you. If you would like a photo attached, I will contact you for a jpg of your pet. We would appreciate giving your friend the honor and tribute that was so richly earned. And in your grief, let us offer you our deepest sympathy and our unending support. We have been where you are now, and while you grieve, let us offer you this:
Just this side of Heaven is a place called RainbowBridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to RainbowBridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and 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 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. The bright eyes are intent, the eager body quivers. Suddenly one begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, legs carrying this dog 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 that 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 pass over the Rainbow Bridge together….
(Printed with permission from the good people at http://www.rainbowsbridge.com.)
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The prime example of a Champion of Hearts lived in the 217 pound body of Bentley Sunstar Downunder. We ultimately created a website around this beast and named it MonsterDogz.com® because, although we love all dogs, we’re just not “jewelry dog” people. Spoiled rotten, drooling, huggable, loving, gentle with everyone from babies to Alzheimer’s patients. Taken much too soon, and our hearts with him. Daddy’s boy, Mommy’s guardian. It will be a beautiful day when we meet again over the Rainbow Bridge, Bentley, my dog! Many thanks to Dr. Bracken, Dr. Gilson and all of Bentley’s angels at Arcadia Animal Clinic, Sonora Veterinary Specialists, Aunt Karen and Uncle Phil and Team Canine, Inc. He loved you, too. But you knew that…
Regi was the happiest dog I ever had. He was always smiling and wagging his huge tail. He was happiest when he head was being rubbed.
I would like to add that Regi was an extra large dog with an even bigger heart. He was a big presence and there is a huge hole where he used to be. As soon as I would pull up in the driveway, he would begin howling for his Mama. By the time I got through the house and back toward the office where he was, he would be in full teeth chattering, tail wagging, howling mode. The love he showed me in those big beautiful brown eyes was something that I will never see again. He loved his Mama SO much. He would run and play outside and then come running back up to me with the biggest smile on his face. He loved his Beggin Strips and his Cookies. His teeth would chatter he would get so excited. He loved to lay on the floor and lift an arm and have me rub under his arm and rub his belly. He was so happy just to be with his people. When I would try and work at my desk he would come over and put his big head on the desk and get drool all over the desk, the papers on the desk, on the arm of my chair and all over me. It drove me crazy. I would give anything for him to come and drool on me again. Whenever I was dressed to go somewhere here he would come. I would yell, “NO! NO! Don’t touch….OH! Damn it, Regi! You slimed me!!!” He didn’t listen for crap. I always had to go and chase him and yell at him the whole time, “REGI! REGI! REGI! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!” Nope. He came back when he felt like it. I loved to watch his big loping run with his ears flapping and the smile on his face and his jowels flying. When I got up in the morning and was in the bathroom getting ready, here he would come. He would stand in the door and wag his tail and it sounded like drums being playing extremely loud every time it hit the door jams. He had a two beat rhythm going. I would have to push him back by his enormous head so his tail would clear the door before he woke up the whole house with his joy of seeing me. I loved that boy and he loved me. We had him cremated and his ashes returned to us. We brought our boy home.
CODY – CodyCrazyHorse
Cody passed over the Rainbow Bridge July 22, 2011 and is missed every moment by his sister, Magnolia and his Dog-Mommy and DogFather. Their hearts are still too raw to put his tribute into words, but the words will come, and when they do, we will put them here. Rest in peace, Cody, you big, huggable loverboy…
Brutus was a dog. I know that in my head. In my heart, he was everything to me. He was my soul mate. He knew every move I made and what it meant. He made me laugh when no one else could. He consoled me when I was beyond consolation. At the end of the day, we would eat ice cream together in bed and when we were done, he would burrow under the covers and rest his head on me. I would put my arm around him and we would take a deep breath and in unison, exhale the stress of the day. I can’t really relax without him. I don’t know how to sleep without him. In the last three months of his life, I watched him slip away from me. A little more each day. I couldn’t catch him. I couldn’t stop it. He would look at me and beg me to help him but I couldn’t. He had to endure legs that wouldn’t cooperate. He’d fall and get up again. Never complaining. Never giving up. He was the embodiment of courage and fortitude. He set a standard for dignity and perseverance in the face of devastating adversity. He is my hero. I am forever heartbroken.
Eddie was my best friend. He was rude, obnoxious, grumpy, pushy, greedy and my constant companion for 8 years. He logged 30,000 miles as my copilot in the passenger seat of numerous cars as I drove around Arizona. He beat cancer twice. He could smell beef jerky from 100 yards away and had no reservation about literally stealing a piece out of my hand on its way to my mouth. My wife was midway through her pregnancy with our first child, a boy, when Eddie got his third cancer spell. Dr. Bracken, the world’s greatest vet and one of the worlds greatest people, literally took him home and saved his life as Eddie tried to slip away. After a tough surgery and super strong chemo that might have killed lesser dogs, Eddie came home. He spent two nights on his couch, with his friends and sisters (Hannah and Candy) and his brother Brutus. He spent those two nights asleep in bed between his mom and dad who hugged him and, as we did over a thousand times before, told him he was the best boy in the world. And he didn’t disagree. But because he was – and is – the best boy ever, he chose to pass quietly in his sleep on March 13 snuggled in between his favorite people. Eddie knew that a new boy was coming in a few months and rather than let the newcomer live as the second best boy, Eddie moved on, retired his crown, and cleared the way for our son. Albert Benjamin is now the man of the house but I sure do wish my first boy had been here to meet him. I love you now and always will, Eddie, with all my heart. You really didn’t have to go.