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When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to THE 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.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks in 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 togehter 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.
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. As the glowing figure passed each animal, that animal bowed its 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 rescuer.”

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In Memory of My Sweet Tinker 2-2-95 – 12-07-07

Our sweet Tinker passed away on Dec. 7, 2007. Tinker touched many hearts and everyone loved her. She filled my life with so much joy for 13 years. She was my best friend and will forever be in my heart and missed.


In Memory of my precious little Holly? Dec. 6, 2008 – Jan. 24, 2011

Holly was a wonderful little girl who had just turned two?when she was tragically killed at the hands if a local groomer.? She was one of those dogs you see all the stars carrying around except for the fact she was prettier.? She blessed our home for two very short years.?Hollee was killed by a local breeder. Please be diligent in picking the people you allow to be with you baby. Groomers pop up all the time because they are not regulated by any governing. The person that owns the shop where Hollee died had taken her name off on not only the shop but now her mobile units as well. The bottom line is reach out to other for referrals.? Read More? ?

God Bless you little Holly Girl we?miss you.