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.......
- Author unknown
This page is dedicated to our basset hounds that have gone to the rainbow bridge.
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We lost our Matriarch Calli Rescue # 607 , this last Tuesday she passed over the Rainbow Bridge. She had us for 14 years, she was the Queen of the Pritchett clan. She saw several rescue Bassets come and pass over the bridge. She won a Red ribbon at one of the shuffles, she wore a pointy hat with a scarf, a tu tu, and a red bow on her behind that wiggled when she walked. She would chase squirrels with our other Bassets. She had gone almost completely deaf and had been blind for over a year. She bumped into everything , but it never hindered her from doing what she wanted. She was in hospice type care for a while, with all of her health issues, she was still our Calli. When she got to the end of the Rainbow Bridge she was greeted by Buddy, Oscar, Bubba, Cassie, Spanky and Fred, now they can all run pain free and enjoy themselves. She left a huge hole in our hearts, as big as the love that she gave us, her memories will help us heal. Thank You to North Texas Bassett Hound rescue, y’all helped bring 7 Bassets to us, we have loved every one of them.
Ch Beard's War Wagon
Our wonderful boy, Ch Beard's War Wagon, aka "Tanker" left us on Wed., May 7, 2008. He was 13 years and 7 months old. Tanker was sired by our CH Beard's Pancho Villa, and his dam was CH Ambrican Nicolette. Tanker was always a clown, both in and out of the show ring, and gave us many years of pleasure. He also sired several litters, and still has descendents in the show ring--he is the grand sire of our Skalawag's Cherokee Rose, and Skalawag's Dark Angel (Miss Hattie). He also sired at least two champions. Tanker finished his Championship with five majors--even though he didn't need the last one--we kept him in the show that day to hold the major! He just couldn't seem to lose that day, even though I stacked him crooked, and the judge came over and straightened him up! He also was famous at the vet's for eating rocks. The poor boy just couldn't seem to leave them alone--he had at least three surgeries for rock removal, and finished his championship in between surgeries. He also was known to grab hot dogs from people at ringside as he was going around the ring--without even breaking stride! Tanker had to have his spleen removed about three years ago--he had several tumors in it. Fortunately, they were not malignant. In the last couple of years, he had problems off and on with his digestive tract, but managed to pull out of the problems and do well. However, about two months ago, he again stopped eating, lost weight, and spent some time with the vet getting his appetite back. He just never fully regained what he had lost, and finally quit eating completely. Bob and I loved him too much to watch him just fade away, so we had him euthanized on Wednesday. He was a wonderful dog, and we will miss him. Kathryn & Robert Beard
Cloe, Nov 11, 2007
In December of 2003, I was rescued by a beautiful tri-colored basset by the name of Cloe (#544) It was love at first sight for both of us, and Cloe & I became one. She was quite the girl, full of herself and full of love, there was not a mean bone in her body. I was amazed at the major role she took in my family. Cloe, better known as “Cloelove” by all who knew her and everybody in my town who knew her, (town is 6 blocks by 6 blocks). She was always ready for another adventure, and we had several. She loved to ride on the tractor, the big truck, or just the pickup, she would even sit on the seat and cruised town on my Harley with me. She loved to go. She loved to eat and never missed a snack, she even ate watermelon by volume. She made all the baseball games and was a regular at the concession stand. She could give `em “the look” and get a corndog in a heartbeat. Those eyes melted more than just me. I miss the ole bed hog. Life will never be the same without you, my love. Lost Cloelove to cancer 11/11/07 I had her cremated and got her a right fine urn and a pocket urn for me. Ole Cloelove is with me every day, everywhere I go. Great people at www.pinehillpet.com Lost without my Cloelove, Jessie James Denton Terral, Oklahoma
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