Just this side of heaven is a place called 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 Rainbow Bridge together.
December 2, 1994 – March 24, 2009
My dearest angel Chocho passed away peacefully in her sleep on Tuesday March 24, 2009 at 6h30 a.m. For those of you who’ve had the chance to meet Chocho, you all remember her smile…. Chocho was the happiest pug on earth. Always smiling even on the last day. She was adding sunshine to my life since January 25, 1995.
She has gone to Rainbow Bridge with that smile and she’s telling all of the other pugs how great she had it here on earth and how lucky she was. And she is walking properly and having no pain either. She is eating her face off and not gaining an ounce. She is running free now with a strong heart. I will forever remember her smile, that smile was contagious. Farewell my dearest Chocho, you will forever be in my heart, rest now my angel, I love you so much
2006 – November 2010
This is so hard to write, because we miss you so much. Teegah you were so much more than a dog, You came in to our lives as a foster pug, we never knew exactly what had gone on in your life, only that it had obviously been traumatic. Together we worked so hard, you learned to trust again and we learned to respect you. You would boldly defend us, yet warmly welcome friends you knew. You loved our grandchildren, so much so that we had to shut you away when they were in the pool, because you thought we were trying to drown them, if only you could talk you would have said as you danced desperately up at the windowsill “Are you crazy lady get those babies out of there!” We called you the shop steward, because if we were a few minutes late in feeding you, you would let us know by head butting the food door and cocking your head at us, as if to say “come on then get your act together it’s time for dinner”” You took it upon yourself to look out for our other pugs and loved them to bits and were always the one to let us know if anything was amiss. We thought we would have about ten wonderful years with you and instead had only one. You took sick so suddenly, even our wonderful vets could not save you. Although our time together was only a year, I know that you are waiting for us to come and play, and we will cuddle up again one day at the rainbow bridge.. Until then my friend we will miss you every day, the best little dog ever to come our way.
Miss you forever
Lynda and Roy
August 12, 1997 – January 31, 2012
Our “l’il Ollie” suffered a serious stroke and was euthanized yesterday. Our apartment seems so empty and quiet today. When Oliver came to our family during the great ice storm of January 1998, we had a female pug Belle (nick-named “angel girl” because of her docile personality). Oliver quickly established himself as “devil boy.” If we had a chandelier, he would have been swinging from it. Even though he was a bold “in your face” kind of guy, he wanted so much love, you couldn’t sit on the sofa without him glued to your side. Always needed that physical contact. Oliver lost the use of his hind quarters five years ago, but it hardly slowed him down. He would scoot around, pulling himself by his front legs, always wanting to be part of the action. He recently started to suffer from various medical ailments and in a way, the stroke was a blessing. He’s now running his little legs off, with all the other sweet pugs who’ve gone over the Rainbow Bridge. Oliver was much loved by us and gave the same in return.
Gail & Roger