THE 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 the Rainbow Bridge together.......
This page is dedicated to our basset hounds that have gone to the rainbow bridge.
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In 2008 we adopted Jabber Jaws, who came to be known in the Mitchell House as J J. I wanted to let you all know that J J went to the Rainbow Bridge today. He had quite a few health issues, some made worse from his neglect before he came to NTBR. When he got up this morning he was unable to walk. Vet said that with his back issues most likely a disc had migrated into his spinal cord. Emergency surgery was possible, but with his age, and other health issues the most humane thing was the Rainbow Bridge option.
This picture of J J was with our niece. She stayed with us a lot, and J J always loved her best. The NTBR foster family J J lived with had several young daughters, and Courtney is very petite. We think he thought she was a 'little girl', so we always referred to her as J J's little girl.
Thank you all for directing J J into our lives. J J lived up to his name, and it's sure going to be quiet around here.
Fred aka Dennis
It is with great sympathy that I am writing this letter to you. Fred took his journey to the Rainbow Bridge last night enroute to the Banfield Urgent Care facility in Fort Worth . He had a heart murmur that we were treating in anticipation of a dental cleaning and removing a skin tag on his chest. He had not been feeling well the last couple of days and last night he would just stand and look at me and was breathing very heavily. He was our silly puppy and would howl every time we called him by that name and enjoyed our walks and car rides. He left us doing one of his favorite things of riding in the car. Here is one of our favorite pictures we have of him wearing his Oakley sunglasses from our youngest son. He will be missed but is happy and healthy on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge .
Another special Basset hound went to the Rainbow Bridge today. When we saw Macey's picture and bio on the Basset Rescue web site we were in love. When her foster parents brought her over on a Saturday morning we knew she was the Basset for us. She was such a sweet shy little girl. After we adopted her, we changed her name to Layla (yes after the Eric Clapton song) and she quickly fit into our home becoming the center of attention. One of our neighbors gave her a toy that looked like a tree trunk with three toy squirrels inside. This quickly became her favorite "baby". She would get it out of her toy bucket and run through the house with it shaking the squirrels out of the tree trying to get somebody to chase her and throw her baby squirrels She loved her walks after her breakfast and dinner and would bark at us to hurry up and get her leash. Afterwards she would curl up in your lap and stay there as long as you would let her. She loved having those beautiful ears and her freckled tummy rubbed!!! We frequently took her for rides around our community on our golf cart, but as she got a little older this became her favorite thing to do. She even got to the point where she would sit on the golf cart seat in the garage just waiting for you to take her for her ride. Sadly, several months after we adopted her she began to experience some minor back issues. She would occasionally start limping and showing some weakness in her hind legs. You could tell that she had been a jumper in her previous life as we had to really work with her to break her of the habit. As she got older her back slowly became worse and we had many trips to the vet for steroid injections and prescriptions. One morning almost four years to the day after Layla came into our lives she lost the use of her back legs. It came suddenly as she had been on two walks and her cart ride the previous day. A trip to the vet revealed what we already knew. We could either subject her to a back surgery with only a 50% success rate or put her down. After many tears watching her struggle to drag herself around and watching her age rapidly over the past year from all of the steroids we decided to not let her suffer any more. The loss of our sweet little girl has left a huge hole in our hearts and lives. We know she's in a better place now with no pain, lots of other basset friends, with walks and rides every day. We love you sweetie and we'll see you on the other side of the bridge when our time comes. Mark and Michelle Jones
Millie came to us on July 26, 2004. My niece and I were waiting in the swing on the side of the driveway for what seemed like hours. When she finally ran up the driveway with her ears flopping my niece screamed “there she is.” Millie came with directions – Millie should NEVER be allowed in an unfenced area without a leash. She had been in 3 shelters and had a history of bolting. I did have to run after her more than once. I am so grateful that she luckily made it to the Rescue and that she landed in our care. It was a fabulous ride with our dear sweet Millie. She was a standout in obedience class, they recommended her for advanced (not common for a Basset they said). At Basset Hound Shuffle she ran through the entire agility course without skipping a beat. She won the musical mat contest 2 years in a row because she loved to sit on command-even without a treat. We think that her previous owners gave her some good training. We never won the weenie toss but we had so much fun practicing. I was so proud of her when we walked because she was so good on a leash. One day she broke her pace when she saw a rabbit and went crazy. A neighbor said not to be surprised because that is what she was bred for. I had to accept that fact for many rabbit sightings. Typical for her breed,(she was our 3rd Basset) she was a sweet girl and just loved to have her ears cleaned and rubbed. She loved to be brushed. Even after she lost her sight to glaucoma she was still happy in the back yard with her 2 Beagle brothers. As the years went by we walked less and less each day. At the end she was walking very slowly and we stayed on our street. She slept most of the time. She would only get up a few times a day to go outside. Because she was blind I would put her leash on and lead her outside. I would have taken special care of her forever but she stopped eating and responding. Broken hearted I took her to the vet and she found tumors on x-ray. The next day the blood work came back and it was determined that she was ready to go. The next day we took her in to end her suffering. I knew it was time and that we were doing the right thing but my heart did not get it. I miss her so much. I am so grateful to Basset Hound Rescue for enabling us to have this dear sweet, dog. Our best guess is that she was 12-14 years old. She was 4-6 when we got her. We feel she had a nice long run and we are so glad she came into our lives. RIP my dear sweet Millie. Bobby and Kathy Bryan
Dreyfuss- 5/08/95 to 8/13/10 Dreyfuss was our little Basset Hound with a big personality. Dumping your puppy bowl and running with it was just the beginning of many laugh's you brought us. The crazy things you did, scratching the fridge for your food and then staring inside with those Basset eyes. The time when I opened the door and you took off on me. It took me a block to catch you but when I did I picked you up and laughed! How could a little puppy with those big ears and short legs be so fast! That loving, loyal side of you, following me EVERYWHERE to be by my side, you were my shadow. Laying next to me and nudging your head under my hand to get love, and if I stopped you just gave me that Basset look and nudged again. So many other funny things you did. I never did mind that big beautiful howl of yours. Mommy loved you too so much and took good care of you all those years. She misses you very much. In your later years you grew a little whiter but you were still just as handsome. In the past 8 months you found your first full length mirror, you would stare into it, yes that's what you looked like. That's just one reason why we loved you so much. In these later years your walks got shorter and took a little longer, I let you take all the time you wanted. We all loved you so much Dreyfuss, you will never be forgotten. I wrote this for you "My Best Friend" Our eyes first met in that store, no plans to buy just look no more. You played like you knew me all over the floor, before I knew we were out the door. So many times we had together, walking next to you was always a pleasure. You picked me up when I was down, like saying to me "I will always be around." And throughout our time I learned from you, your unconditional love is what I knew. And even through your very last day you lived so brave, that was always your way. Our journey together on this earth has come to an end without doing wrong, I know your looking down on me hoping I will be strong. While I'll try to feel your presence near, times and memories of us will stay with me for the rest of my years. And in knowing you playful, loving and clever, I write this poem to you, no way on earth could you have been any better. Thank you for being my best friend, I am lucky to have had you in my life. Love Tim.
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