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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 ________________________________________________________ Memorials This page is dedicated to our basset hounds that have gone to the rainbow bridge.A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
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Our sweet Abby went to heaven on Sunday, January 26, 2014 leaving us with holes in our hearts. I adopted Abby (#655) from NTBHR in September 2005 when she was 6 years old. I was blessed to have Abby in my life for 8 and ½ years. Abby was the sweetest basset ever! When she was brought to our house by her foster parent she sat down at my feet and looked up into my eyes. When our eyes met we knew that we were meant for each other. Abby was my soul mate basset. There has never been and will never be another Abby. She was that once in a lifetime special dog. She saw me through the loss of my late husband and recently my mom. Abby loved to follow us around the house and if one of us were out of sight she would not rest until she knew where we were. She loved when we would sit with her and pet her, or just sit where she could see us and then she could rest. Words cannot express how much we miss Abby. Senior bassets are the best. They have so much love to give. Abby gave us so much love and comfort for those 8 and ½ years. God bless Abby. And God bless the wonderful folks at NTBHR. Thank you for rescuing these wonderful bassets and giving them a second chance. Sandra Hill Flood 
My GeorgeBasset gave me many gifts in our short time together. I remember how happy he was to get out of the dog pound. He ahroood and woofled the whole time I did the paperwork. On the way home he rested his big pointed head on my arm. He was so happy to arrive at my house. He made fast friends with my other dogs, claimed his favorite doggie bed and always had smile and a cuddle and a nudge for me. He was my first Basset and was everything I'd hoped for. Sadly, just a few days after his adoption he fell ill and the vet told me he had lymphoma. He said it's not unusual for a sick dog to be dumped at the pound by an owner who would rather not deal with it. Well let me tell you, their loss was my gain. With medication George had a wonderful six weeks with me and was not sick at all until the very end. We spent his last night on a big quilt on the floor and enjoyed a bittersweet slumber party. I think we all new it was time for George to go. I kept his collar with his forever home tag on it and had him individually cremated so he would always be "at home" with the family. I picked up his little box of ashes a few days later and it now sits on the "dog shelf" with pictures and ashes of some other wonderful companions. I enjoy picturing all of them at the bridge living on a fabulous split-level cloud. I believe that all beings who love each other will someday be reunited so there is peace within the sadness. Goodbye for now my GeorgeBasset... before we know it I'll be able to scratch that big pointed head again and forever. My Basset rescue work is dedicated to you.... keep an eye out for my foster hounds and for SaraLee, my newest addition who sleeps on your pillow every night. 
Ms. Gertrude came into my life about a year ago as a Foster. After only about a week I adopted her, she had many health issues because she was and elderly lady. A few weeks ago we found out she had a large mass on her right kidney and other not so good news. She started to go down hill and on Monday January 18th at 430p Ms. Gertrude crossed over the rainbow bridge. My heart is aching but I know now she is able to run and play again with no more pain. She was my buddy. I love you Gertrude and I will miss you always. Mom, Duncan and Rusty 
"GusGus – Celebration of Life" Gus, who in his later years became known as GusGus, was brought into my life by his NTBHR foster Mom, Mittie Keefe, on Saturday August 25, 2012. Miss Mittie wasn’t sure at first GusGus and I would ever make it since he showed little to no trust in anyone of the male gender. We were pretty confident that in his “previous” life little GusGus was mistreated, to say the least, by the male human in his home. He was my first attempt at adopting and also my first attempt at becoming attached to a “rescue pup”. GusGus was around 7 years old when we first met that day in 2012. Needless to say we defied the odds and over the next 7 years became joined at the hip and were almost inseparable. He was my heart, my soul, my companion, my BEST friend for almost 7 years to the very day. GusGus arrived at the Rainbow Bridge on Friday August 23, 2019. Never in all of my 50+ years have I become so attached to, so fond of, so dependent on anything as I did that furry little four legged Basset Hound. GusGus LOVED his naps, his couch, his chairs, his blanket, his pillows and his fuzzy little purple star squeaky toy. But most of all he LOVED going for a ride in the truck, the laid down backseat piled high with his blanket, his pillow and his toy belonged to him and only him. And he LOVED going outside so he could walk the entire backyard fence line all the way around, no matter the weather or time of day or night. Besides his Daddy and his meals those were the things little GusGus LIVED for. He is loved. He is missed so very much. “Until We Meet Again At The Rainbow Bridge” Click a letter to find an animal or view all.
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