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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I had been without a dog in my life for 16 years until Daisy came into my life during June, 2001. The last dog I'd had was a basset hound and I made a promised to myself that if I was ever in the position to have a dog again, it would be another basset hound. I had read in a newspaper about NTBHR's annual Shuffle event, kept the article and that's what led to Daisy coming to live with me. She was recovering from heartworm treatment, very little for a basset hound (30 lbs.) and it was obvious she had been treated very badly in her life up to the point of coming to NTBHR. I remember seeing her on the couch at her foster home. I sat on the far end of the couch, began talking to her very softly, gradually being able to get closer and closer until she finally allowed me to touch her. I fell in love with her at that first touch. Needless to say, we left the foster home together! Always afraid of loud noises and quick movements, Daisy did overcome some of her fears of humans and other animals. Daisy tolerated my two cats, Cougar and Lincoln; my daughter and family's Basset, Buster, and Doberman, Razor; and three foster bassets that came through my home during the past year, Sally, Max and Rosie. Sally and Max intimidated Daisy a bit as they were both larger and a bit more playful than she was, but Rosie seemed to be just what Daisy wanted in a companion basset. Daisy really came 'out of her shell' when Rosie arrived just a couple of months ago. Daisy would perk up her ears, lean down on her front legs, cock her head to one side and look at Rosie with this pleading look in her eyes as if she were saying 'Don't you want to come and romp with me a bit?'. Poor Rosie was battling a number of health issues at that time, but she would always respond to Daisy by leaning down on her front legs, too - for a very short period of time, then slowly go to the floor as if she was saying 'That's all I can do for you right now, Kid - I'm ready for a belly rub!'. Daisy became ill on a recent Friday evening, and by the next Monday it was obvious that she was in liver failure. An effort to turn the problem around wasn't successful, and on 5/27/2004 Daisy went to the Rainbow Bridge. Dr. Richard Kirk and his entire staff at Park Mall Animal Clinic in Plano were so good to both Daisy and me during her final illness. I know that Daisy went to the Rainbow Bridge with her new angel wings lifting her to that beautiful place where she will no longer be in pain. One day Daisy will be romping with her new friends at the Bridge, she'll look around, her nose will begin to twitch with a scent she'll recognize. Putting her sweet basset nose to the ground, Daisy will come running across those fields of green and I'll get to see and stroke that beautiful face once again. I miss you something fierce, my Ms. Daisy Mae, but I know you are happy, loved and cared for in a very special place, waiting until we see each other again. Janet
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.
My sweet Droopy-Dog, It’s been exactly 1 year since you left us and my heart aches as much today as it did the day you died. My heart broke the day you died. I can vividly remember the day you came into our hearts. I remember thinking how tiny you looked next to your new big brother, Buster. You came home with us that day and you knew you were home. We were surprised when you jumped up into bed with us that very first night and snuggled in between us. That was the first of many “snuggle sessions”. You were such a sweet, lovable, playful dog. You loved to wrestle and play and race through the house with Buster and Maggie. You’d get so animated when the 3 of you were playing that your front legs would bounce off the floor each time you barked. Snuggling was your passion though. I used to joke that you’d give up food before you’d give up snuggling. You were my snuggle buddy. You liked to jump up on the couch and lay with me and snuggle. Every night, you would crawl under the covers to the foot of the bed and sleep with us. I can remember many nights when you’d get in bed and stand at the head of the bed while we lifted the covers for you to crawl under. You even liked to jump in the hammock with us. It didn’t matter where, you just loved to snuggle. Your eyes were so beautiful. I often thought to myself that I could look in your eyes and see straight to your soul. And it was a beautiful soul. Your daddy and I were never able to understand how someone could hurt you or not want you in their life. You brought us many years of love, joy, laughter, fun and memories. You live forever in our hearts, never to be forgotten. Until we meet again. Love, Mommy
Good morning, I’m sad to report that our Mr. Duke passed during the night after a long and fun life with us. We fostered and adopted him from the group around 2005 when our other basset fell in love with him. They were just inseparable during their time together. About 5 years ago, we lost her to cancer and considered fostering again, but Duke didn’t grieve the way Winnie did. As a result, we became a one dog family for many years. However, earlier this year, we could tell he needed a friend and adopted another dog. Her vigor breathed life into him for many months but sadly, he began to take a downturn with multiple issues. Last night he left us to live in peace and pain free. RIP Duke!
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