A true and loyal friend ...

November 1990-August 20, 2000
Bandit was an Australian shepherd. He was 9 years old. Last year he had cancer removed from his mouth, he did so well after surgery. We did have one more year with him. He was loving, loyal and majestic. He was even gentle in his dying. He lay down ... and just started to fade away. We tried to feed him, but he couldn't eat. He died on Sunday Aug. 20th ... and the tears keep coming. I cry for me, I miss him so, but I know he is in a better place ... Diana

From Dawna in Pennsylvania ...

"Odie (Candyland's Friend of Joe)"
November 25, 1991-June 13, 2000
It was the strangest thing ... I'd gone to a dog show to see what it was like ... having the feeling it was something I'd like to do. Like a magnet I was drawn to a pen of keeshonds, and there I met Joey, Odie, and Pride. Little did I know at that moment that less than three months later, Odie would come to live with me and be my first show dog. I think the angels were sending us there that day. Although Odie did not fare well as a breed competition dog, he went on to earn his CD title in Obedience, and also his Canine Good Citizen award. He was my "take anywhere" dog, and accompanied me to the nursing home, to polo games, and to conventions. Odie loved to "play games" with me ... hide and seek ... his idea, and he would laugh at me when I spotted him. His keesie grin would greet me in the mornings when he would awaken me by lying on my chest and patting my checks with his paws, always would that silly little look on his face. I can still see that face looking at me. Cancer took Odie from me surprisingly suddenly, and on the day I decided to have him put to sleep, we had a brief and almost non-existent thunder shower ... just enough to spread a rainbow across the sky. I knew that I'd made the right decision, and that was Odie's rainbow waiting for him. Oddly enough, he chose his own time to go, and passed away the next night on his own. Be seeing you, buddy. Wait for the rest of us at the Bridge. We'll be along.
The worst that could be said about my furboy, Odie, was that he was a good dog. Goodbye, my friend.
Dec. 1984- July 1, 2001
My Prince was found at the oddest place...3 kees puppies in nurses' cars at a local hospital. Apparently the breeder's last recourse...I was told about him, met him, and it was love at first sight. In our office full of people, he was following me from the first. Mom, who was not a dog lover, even liked him. I'd catch him patiently waiting near her at suppertime, because he knew who would give him something...and one time I caught her petting him - "just to see what I'd say." So his personality was special...Say hi to my mom, Prince.
Prince loved to play "hide and seek" when he was young, and one of his favorite things to do was to burrow under the covers at night. He was a good "barn dog", too, and would accompany me outside. If I was going to school the horses in the "ring" he would immediately find his spot under the maple tree and wait there until I dismounted. Such a smart boy...
Although Prince was strictly a pet, it was his wonderful personality, intelligence, and sweetness that made me fall in love with keeshonds, and even though he never saw a show ring, he's the reason I have dogs there, today. Rest in peace, my sweet Prince...and may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
See you at the Bridge...and don't give Odie too hard a time until we get there! Love always...

From Orlando ...

Buster, you were a one-of-a-kind cat. You knew your master had a problem from the first day that you came to live with us, and you always looked after him. You always slept with your master and kept him warm when he was cold. We did not want to let you go to sleep at the vet's; we wanted you to be at home when you met the bridge of colors. But you started on your journey during your last car ride to the vet. We put you to rest at the side of the house where we can look at and talk to you whenever we want. Andrew says hello and so we all do, Buster. Rest in peace and enjoy your time with grandpa.
Love, Mom and Dad, and Andrew, Eric, Raymond

Remembering Muffy ...

"Muffy Lynn"
July 30, 1992 - May 3, 2000
Muffy Lynn ... you meant the world to me and you are so sadly missed. I know you are watching over me now as you always did. My heart yearns to hold you once more. I will never forget you ... my precious, precious friend.
Love, Mom

We miss you, Thunder ...

"Thunder 'KITTY' "
You were the greatest kitty in the world. You survived our three dogs here and your two "cousins." You were always so gentle. Never an injured finger, hand or ego. You made our house warm, and I miss your little "meows."
If I am very still, I think I can still hear you meowing when I wake up in the morning, when I go to bed at night, and when I see a beautiful sunset. I look into the sky and know you are there. I know you will be at Rainbow Bridge. Please wait for me!
Your loving mistress
And love from Smoke and Cinnamon - we miss you so much

For Chi-Chi ...

"Miss Chi-Chi Smith"
Journeyed to the Bridge January 14, 2000
My beloved husband of 15 years passed away on 1-12-2000. Two days later, my precious pet (a Chihuahua) ran away from my friend's house as I was at the funeral parlor, getting arrangements made for my husband Gino. She was struck and killed by a car as she was looking for us. I love and miss her dearly. I had no one to love or be loved by at my time of need.

In memory of Millie ...

Millie was the perfect hairy daughter, sister, and friend to our family; she loved everyone and everyone loved her. There are plenty of tennis balls, squirrels, and empty 2-liter bottles for her in Heaven. I'll be sure to bring her some sardines when I get there.

For Rukkie ...

My owner bought me when I was 10 weeks old. I went through all of the training to get my titles. I sired a total of 28 puppies. I saved my owner's life more than once: she has asthma. When I was 10 years old, my owner came home to find me limping. She took me to her vet, they found a spot on my hind knee. After a painful biopsy, I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. 5 days later, I had my left hind leg removed to save my life from the cancer spreading. They only gave me 6 months, that was in Oct. of 1997. After 24 chemotherapy treatments ( no I never got sick), and 2-1/2 years later I started to get weak. My owners were expecting their 2nd son, since I was their first. He was born on 4/1/00. I continually got weaker. They carried me out to potty whenever I needed to go, hand fed me, ect. I finally had to take that walk across the bridge on 5/4/00.
I miss my 3 legged friend very much. I can't wait to run with him again.
Ken, Chris, Kody Greene

Gone much too soon ...

December 19, 1999-June 30, 2000
I delivered Ernie into this world on December 19, 1999 and laid him to rest on June 30, 2000. Even though his life was short, he gave so much to myself and family that I will never forget him. It still brings tears to my eyes to think about him.
Andrea and Family

Remembering Megan ...

March 6, 1985-November 24, 2000
I ask my mistress and master to remember me, always, but not to grieve for me too long.
In my life I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow and an added joy to them in life's happiness.
It is painful for me to think that in death I shall cause them pain.
Let them remember that, while no dog ever had a happier life, I have now grown old, ill and pained.
I should not want my pride to sink to bewildered humiliation.
It is time for me to say good-bye.
--Eugene O'Neil

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