Name Index
 Oscar - September
1995, 5 years old
Oscar -
forever in our hearts!
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 Schatze - October 1995,
14 years old
My best friend ever. For 14 years she was by my side or at
my
feet. My little sweetheart left for the Rainbow Bridge on October 12 1995
in her favorite 'bye-bye' blue t-shirt along with a bag full of toys,
chewies, treats, a blanket and a picture of her family. Not a day goes by
that I don't think of her and hope that someday I will see her again. RIP
little Schatze. You are loved and missed so much.
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Bridget - October 1995,
5 years
Amanda's precious pat-paw, mourned always. She sleeps
under
a giant snail shell - a little boat which carried her to the Ship that
took
her to the Rainbow Bridge.
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Max - October 1995, 10 years old
Shortly before Christmas, my family had to put our
beautiful
dachy baby to sleep. That I believe, was the hardest thing I have ever
had
to go through.
Max wasn't a dog...he was a member of the family. He
didn't
have paws...he had hands and feet...fingers and toes...personality and
intelligence. Those are the things I will miss about him the most. There
is, however, one person who suffers from this loss more than I...she is my
mother...his mother...so I do this as much for her as for Max's honour.
Max
was our dearest friend and the best companion; he lived and breathed for
us.
We will never forget him and will forever grieve his passing. Love you
Mackie, Max, Oopie.... Carol's Maximilian of York
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Dandi - October 1995 -
5 years
We will always miss your bright smile and loving hugs. I
still see your face everytime I look into your mother's eyes. We will
always miss you. Play hard with Gretchen, Gus, and Puppy and watch for us
to arrive at the Bridge so that we can all cross over
together!
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Skeeter - November
1995 - 5 years
Thank you for sharing your 5 years with us. We think of
you
every day and tears still wet our pillows. Play hard at Rainbow Bridge
and
keep watching for us.
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Winnie - December 1995,
5 years, 5 months
old
Our dear Winnie, we know you and Nana have shared many
lifesavers. Please don't beg too much. You were a great fishing
and hiking buddy. You are the only reason Sarah is the dog lover she is.
Thank you for helping her heal.And we all healed easier knowing you
crossed that bridge with Nana.
We now have Jazzy. We won't make the mistakes with her that cost your
life. We hope everyone knows the importance of weight control in the
"wiener dogs" and how just a few pounds can mean the difference
between life and death of the beloved family member.
Jazzy is tiny, you would have loved her.She,like you gets her nightly
'wild hares' and runs the house. She, like you, loves kids.
She like you love to travel, camp, and fish.But unlike you, she has no
fear of strangers.
We will always miss you. Paige, Scott and Sarah
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Flopsy - December 1995, 12 years old
My Friend Your compassion was so evident in your eyes, I
trust it was evident in mine that last moment of your life. Two times a
day, five days a week, you went to the school house with me to drop off
and pick up your 'brother' and 'sister'.
You have laid on my bed so many times while I cried over a teenager gone
astray. I know you understood I was afraid. You tried so hard to comfort.
And you did. Flopsy, I pray that you know I loved you! I hated to have you
put down, but I could see no other way. You were so miserable, your tired
old body had become a stranger to you, refusing to do what you told it to
do. I know you Flopsy, I know that was humiliating to you. I am sorry if I
let it go on to long. The thing I am sorriest for for is when the vet
tried to stick the needle in you and you jerked and he snatched at your
little foot and spoke harshly to you and I just stood there, too afraid to
say anything to him. You would have never done that old girl. You would
have defended me to death. I'm so sorry. I love you and miss you terribly
three years later. Mama
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Ginger - December 1995, 9 years, old
'Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
of me as if I were beside you...I loved you so 'twas heaven here with
you.' Isla P. Richardson
With loving memories of Ginger and her friend,
Schnitzel Gone but not forgotten.
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Sweet Lula-Puppie -
Christmas Day 1995, 4 years
old
SWEET LULA-PUPPIE (based on a true story)
There once was a doggie named Sweet Lula-Puppie who lived in
Houston, Texas. She was born rather homely looking, but did not know it
and
was a very happy pup. At 6 weeks old she went to the pet store with
several
of her siblings.
A couple named Karen and Bill went window shopping when they came upon
Sweet
Lula-Puppie. They pitied her, but certainly were not about to buy her.
After
all, they had 4 doggies and did not need another one!
A lot of time had passed when Karen and Bill went window shopping again.
Sweet Lula-Puppie was now 7 months old. All the cute puppies had gone to
good
homes. She was the only one left and in spite of this, she was still a
happy
pup. She knew that God had just the right family intended for her and she
was
willing to wait for them.
This was Sweet Lula-Puppie's lucky day! Karen and Bill decided they
wanted to
be her new mommy and daddy after all. They could not bear to see her
locked
up anymore. They took her to the vet and he gave her shots, but she
didn't
care because she was going home. Then they introduced Sweet Lula-Puppie
to
her new brother and sisters, Frankie, Patty, Obi, and Suzette. Suzette
was a
bit jealous because she had been the baby of the family until now. Later
they
became the best of friends.
Mommy and Daddy noticed Sweet Lula-Puppie could not walk very well. She
would fall with every step, but she kept on trying. After about a week
she
was able
to walk without falling very much. Then she had to learn to jump on the
couch
and bed. This took a bit longer, but she persevered. Eventually she
could
jump up all by herself. She also taught herself to sit up and beg for
carrots; one of her favorite treats.
Mommy and Daddy loved Sweet Lula-Pupppie very much. Sometimes they called
her Sweet-Pea because she was so sweet and so small. Rarely did she bark.
Everyone who met her favored her. If you scratched her neck she would be
your friend and sit on your lap.
Several blissful years passed with her new family. They spent many
delightful
sunny days playing in their big back yard. There was a large pond with
fish
and shady trees with birds. Sweet Lula-Puppie loved to run and run until
she
could run no more. She also loved to take long naps in the warm sun and
dig a
little in the dirt. Chewing bones and romping with her brother and
sisters
were her favorite pastimes too.
Then one day in late December, while Mommy and Daddy were at the movies,
Sweet Lula-Puppie found a box of chocolates under the Christmas tree. She
ate the whole thing. She did not know it would make her sick. Santa had
wrapped a
bone for her, but she had opened the wrong gift. Mommy and Daddy had to
rush
her to the hospital, but it was too late...Sweet Lula-Puppie perished on
Christmas day.
Mommy and Daddy and her brother and sisters were so very sad and cried for
days. Then they remembered that all doggies go to heaven! She was their
little angel puppy now! Sweet Lula-Puppie was never afraid to die. She
knew
that she would be in heaven with Jesus for eternity. Together they would
stay
close to her family and watch over them wherever they went. Even though
they
could not see her, they could talk to her and she would listen, as she
always
had in the past.
She wants them to know she is waiting patiently and will be the first one
to
welcome and embrace them when they go to heaven.
The Happy Ending
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Gypsy (Her Royal Majesty) - December 1995, 15 years old
Although it's been five years since Gypsy
went to the Bridge, I miss her as much now as I did the
very first day. Gypsy was in my life for 15 years. She was
and always will be my best friend and best 'bud'. She was
as crazy about me as I was about her. She was a very sweet
and loving fur baby. Gypsy was friends with everyone
(especially with her grandma). Although she was in my arms
at the end, I know that when it's my turn I will see her
again at the Bridge. Gypsy was truly an inspiration, a best
friend, and a loving little dog (for dachshunds are just
big dogs in little packages). Bigga G, I love you and miss
you and I know you love me and miss me just as much. You
are gone from this earth, but not from my heart (you will
always be remembered)! |
Casanova - December
1995, 8 years old
Although Casanova entered the Rainbow Bridge in 1995, he is
still dearly missed and loved. He lived up to his name - strutting around
the neighbourhood and everybody knew him by his name.
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