Waiting At Rainbow Bridge

Puck & Jenny

Nicci
Heart Lake TJ She's Amazin NA, CD, CGC "Nicci"
2 legs Nov JWW

  1/27/97 - 2/2/2004

A part of me went with her on the day she died. She was
 my "Princess," my love, my friend, so very much a part of me.
 

"MOLLY"
U-CD Amazin's Tar Baby CGC, CD
She is our tri-colored Sheltie, Black/White/tan.
born 2/25/91 -  3/2005

Our dear Molly, the grand old lady of the house. She would carry a big rawhide bone or a toy in her mouth all day and tease any dog that was gullible enough to join in her game. She was the second sheltie we acquired. We shall miss her her antics.  We shall remember all the fun. 

Jenny

JENNY CGC, DDTC-CD

December 3, 1987 - January 18, 1995

Jenny Kiss'D Me
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.
by Leigh Hunt 1784 - 1859

Jenny, Treeing Walker Coonhound/Labrador Retriever, was the first dog my husband and I bought together. She was the last of her litter, the runt, still at the shelter two weeks after all her other littermates had gone to their new homes. I had not planned on getting a dog due to my own poor health. We had cats, but I had said I would never have a dog until my health improved enough for me to give a dog all the attention I thought one needed. The only reason I happened to find Jenny was that I was at the local shelter looking for a cat for my mother-in-law, and happened to see Jenny and her littermates being bought in by the owner. I returned two weeks later, and for some unknown reason checked to see if those pups were still there. Only one was left, and I could not leave it there all alone.

Now, I know how lucky I was to have found her. She changed my life in so many, many ways. Because of her, I became interested in obedience and agility, and training dogs. She got me out of the house and gave me reason to try just a little harder. We took wonderful walks in the woods together and when I would forget the way back to the car, she would lead me back to it. On days when I was unable to do very much and had to rest or stay in bed, she kept me company. She brought much joy into my life and into the lives of those who knew her. She went to nursing homes and marched in parades with a group from Dauphin DTC. She is why we have and love Shelties, as they were her dog of choice. She loved children and people. And, they loved her. She died much too young, and is greatly missed. But, at least she is healthy and happy waiting at Rainbow Bridge. Love you Jenny Jo.

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CM CRICKET'S COUNTRY BOY BEAU CD, CGC
2Legs CanCD, 1leg U-CD
Qualified for Regionals & Classic 1994
Listed as No. 40 Obedience Sheltie in Nation Jan 1 - April 15, 1994
in Sept./Oct. Issue of the Sheltie Pacesetter

"PUCK" July 1, 1990 - June 28, 1997

This was my first Sheltie, a beautiful "Standard" Sheltie as I call my oversized ones, 21 inches tall. My little boy who pranced so high and looked so good when he showed. And, then his thyroid went and he also had reactions to his yearly vaccinations. We trained and played together through utility, but never got past the CD title, and yet, he will always live in my memory as my greatest dog. You are never far from me my little boy...... You are Forever in My Heart

"The Best Place to Bury a Dog"

...Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter. For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are leafing, or beside a streamhe knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost--if memory lives.

But there is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming,for he belongs there. People may scoff at you who see no lightest blade of grass bend by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and that is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

( Paraphrased From the Portland Oregonian, Sept. 11, 1925. By Ben Hur)

Tyson
"Good Boy"

1993 - 1999
With Us Nov 4, 1997 - Nov 3, 1999

Tyson was a rescue that I kept, because I could not find him the kind of home he needed. I placed him once and took him back because of his biting. He had been in two homes before coming to me. He had red marks on his neck from the second home. The first four years of his life were spent mostly in a crate. When I got him, he was terrified to go outside, even on leash or with someone.

The day I picked him up at the shelter he was like some crazed and terrified animal. The shelter worker told me not to worry if I decided not to take him; as they felt there was no longer any hope for Tyson.

In the two years he lived with us, he learned to love us, the other dogs in the house, his backyard, playing frisbee in the field behind us and being my boy. He was very devoted to me. He, however, loved to torment our Lab and start fights with our other Shelties. He would not obey my husband (nor sometimes me). Our Lab and Nicci our one Sheltie that had always been so sweet were starting to become aggressive, and all the dogs were the worse for the turmoil. Tyson had too much energy, and was too devilish, and too tormented by his own demons. I tried to find him a home I thought would suit him better than ours, and be capable of handling him. Even with all his faults, there was his very sweet and loving side.

Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, I finally had to put him to sleep. He had come so far, but could not seem to make that final leap to being a trustworthy dog. His last day, he and I played frisbee in the field behind our backyard. And, when he left this world I held his head and stroked his side and told him how he would always be my "good boy," his favorite words. I will never forget how peaceful and innocent he looked that last time. He is safe now and no one can hurt him and he is healed as all dogs are at Rainbow Bridge.

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