The Rainbow Bridge Connection

Moby

Moby with Jimmy and Paul.

Pepper Lynn 8/12/02-3/23/03 A special puppy who belonged to Mimi for a while .

Maggie Taylor 9/12/1987-8/6/2002

11/26/98-12/24/04 This is Chloe Taylor, our first Boston

1/28/92-3/15/06 Jello Taylor, age 14

Muffin Taylor, 1/15/96-12/28/07

Ditto Taylor, 1/28/92-1/27/08

Phoebe Taylor, 10/16/2000-11/12/09

March, 2004-December, 2006 Gaileen in Illinois lost Miss Frenchie on Sunday, December 17, 2006. She died during puppy birth.

Blackjack, 1/11/07 at age 15 He belonged to Carol in Louisiana

We heard from Tammy in Virginia today that she lost Babs yesterday, 12/23/06.  Babs was
a rescue dog who had been horribly mistreated by her previous owner.  This is her story:
"She was just laying in her crate and she was gone. She was the rescue that I had gotten 
from a puppy mill with the prolapsed uterus, the breeder had stiched her up herself
without telling anyone and when I had gotten her to the vet she had major internal stuff,
tears and bleeding. Well that was in June and she was doing fine and the vet said she was
good to go. When I picked her up she was bleeding out of her uterus so she must had torn 
something and was bleeding internally. There was no blood inn her crate until I moved her.
She was a gentle girl and I had no idea when I put her to bed that something was wrong." 
She will be missed.
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This is one of the hardest Rainbow stories I've had to deal with in a long, long time.  
Toetje was very much loved and will always be missed.  6/5/04 to 3/12/07

Last Monday afternoon my sweetest, most loving and beloved Toetje was hit by my 
neighbor's car. I miss her so much. She should be on my lap at the computer right now. Or 
on the heating vent. Or snuggled up with the cat in my bed. Nobody growled at the kids 
this morning when they went to school. And nobody will jump and lick them when they 
come home. Her friend Teddy still comes everyday, hoping that what he saw was not real, 
even though he was there when it happened. She's not in the laundry basket when I 
shower or licking the water of my feet when I step out. Nobody comes running when I 
open the dryer door to jump in a pile of warm clothes. Nobody curls up in my armpit at 
night, no little head on my shoulder. No little snorts, no little snores, no twitchy tail and 
feet dreaming the night away. Who's guarding our house? Who's going to "rescue" the kids 
when they're swimming? Who'll herd the ducks and the chickens? Exercise the cats? Finish 
the left-overs? Clean the table?Get mom to go jogging? Greet pops "wiggle-assing" at the 
door? Keep him warm during movies? Jump at him when he has cheeze?Be the life of any 
party? Make all our friends and family feel special?
She was so full of life and enthusiasm. Only two and a half years old. My baby. She was 
giant dog with a giant heart in a tiny body. That's what's killed her in the end. She thought 
she should guard the house and attack my neighbor's car. He never saw her coming. Our 
fence had been busted in a windstorm. She was out working in the yard with me. I'd just 
noticed her on the other side of the fence and called her, but she stubbornly stayed put. 
Right then my neighbor came speeding up his driveway. I yelled for her to stay - she ran at 
him at the last second. She was killed instantly. Her little body, I should be holding her 
still. I miss her so so much. You kids out there over the Rainbow Bridge, you're so lucky to 
have her. Kiss my little fruitbat for me.(She's the brindle one with the little tail that goes a 
mile a minute.)

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Logan died from unknown causes on 5/25/07.  He belonged to Dawn and Kyle and Dylan.
We all mourn with them.



Here are some really interesting pictures of Dawn's birds and Logan.
Amazing stuff!




Here's Logan at Christmas, 2006.


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Our friend, Odie, died today, August 2, 2007.  He was 12 years old.
He was owned by Sandy and is survived by a sister, Sammy Sue,
two people-brothers, and his daddy.

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Here is Goober who lived in New Jersey.  The following is from his mom and dad:
"First off, I want to thank everyone who posted kind words or anyone 
who thought about Goober in his time of need. Yesterday (8/7/07), at about 
7:45 pm we put our Goober to rest. The doctor is pretty sure 
although not positive that he had pug dog encephalitis. The MRI 
showed massive swealing and lesions over most of the left side of 
his brain. We took him home from the hospital on Monday and it went 
completely down hill from there. We were left with no choice but to 
say goodbye. This disease took our baby away from us in 10 days 
flat. Kristine and I are a young couple getting married in less than 
a year. Goober was our baby and it kills me to know that we only got 
to spend a year and half with him. The thing is, I would do it all 
over again even knowing what I know. "






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From Connie on 8/9/07:
Hello Friends,
    I know we have had our share of losses in the group of late.
 I have some bad news too tell ya all. My SuzyQ had a accident
and was hurt very badly this all happen while I was in Fla. 
Seems she was up on my bed and she fell off ,jumped wrong. 
My Hubby told me there was blood all over the floor and she
was out. He crated our other kids and rushed her to the Vets.
It seems the damage was more than they thought and my Hubby
had to make the decision to have her put down. He waited 2 days
before he called and told me. He was so upset and I hid the fact
from my family. I didn't get to many chances to cry and grieve
with them around.She was a great baby ,mommie, and a protector
to me . She was my TV buddy, we watched it together and would 
make her comments on a show we would be watching. I will miss
her so very much ,but I know she is with other friends in Heaven.
She had beautiful babies. I still have 4 Bugs so ,I'm not Bugless.
I have her daughter Meg.
Connie

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Jill lost her 15 year old Boston/Beagle in November, 2007.  Rue was a wonderful
rescue dog that Jill and her son Conner loved for many years.  She will be
missed.

Hello Everyone! You may not remember me too well as I joined last
year and tend to lurk more than post. So, although I'm a quiet
member, I enjoy reading everyone's posts so very much (and the
pictures are just priceless) I truly love this group!

However, I find myself posting a rather sad bit of news. In the
picture section on the website, you will find our info and photos. I
have some sad news about my oldest wee dog, Rue.

Yesterday our beloved Rue (female brindle Boston/Beagle cross) who
was nearly 16, had to be put to sleep. She was in the end stages of
heart, liver and kidney failure and despite dedicated nursing, her
condition had deteriorated to the point of suffering.

Rue's devotion shone through to the end, refusing to leave us on her
own, struggling to stay despite overwhelming odds. However, I could
not allow her to continue dying by inches and made the choice to send
her on quickly and peacefully.

Our vet (Dr. David Hirsch of Parkway Veterinary Hospital, in Cape May
Court House, NJ) was kindness and dedication itself. He administered
her sleep shot so quickly that Rue never noticed the needle. He then
backed away very quickly, allowing me to hold her while she died.
Rue's end was peaceful and she died in her my arms, never realising a
thing.

Her story was an incredible one. I'd adopted Rue when she was not
quite 9 months old, knowing she was from a background of abuse and
neglect. She'd been bred far too young, starved and kept in filth,
outside in all weather. Her "owner" brought them to the SPCA
demanding "free vet care" and surrendered the animals in disgust when
she learned that the shelter did not offer free vet care. Rue and
all her puppies had a severe case of mange among other things.

After months of care, the pups were adopted out, but Rue was so
emotionally damaged that she was impossible to place. As they
already had an official shelter animal, they could not obtain
permission to keep her as well.

The shelter knew I raised Bostons and contacted me about her. I
agreed to take her sight unseen. When I arrived at the SPCA, the
little dog who was afraid of everyone came to me and licked my
finger. The entire staff was in tears, they'd never seen her not try
to hide and shiver uncontrollably when approached.

I brought her home and began what was to become a 15 year journey of
love, laughter, some medical panics and ultimately, miracles. She
didn't make a sound for the first six months...it was the strangest
thing when I heard her bark for the first time. I had several other
small dogs at that time and she blended in beautifully. She used to
shake constantly, even in her sleep. Over time, that shivering eased
and eventually she only would shake when excited or bugging for
something. It became a joke in the family...because she knew it
worked! I referred to it as "fluttering" and Rue would
actually "flutter" on command...but with love and reassurance, that
terrible sign of nervous damage and abuse became a funny little
trait, not an indication of damage.

Rue slept in the bed, under the covers, she went to work with me, she
travelled with me. She was my constant companion. The only times
she wasn't by my side where when I was in the hospital birthing each
of my children. The list of family and friends all vying for a
chance to care for her was amazing.

Rue should have NEVER lived to see 15 with all her health problems.
My vets have marvelled over the years and all agreed that she defied
medical explanation by continuing on. I always knew what kept her
with us...it was love.

My Connor (he's 9 now) and I are very sad, but we are very grateful.
To have had such an extraordinary blessing in our lives is a rare and
treasured thing. Some of you may remember that I lost my little
daughter just before birth in January of 2006, I was 35 weeks along
and at a regular checkup we discovered that there was no heartbeat.
My little daughter had slipped away. We miss Siobhan terribly and
losing Rue does freshen that saddness a fair bit as there's now just
another hole in the fabric of our family. However, God gave me all
this extra time with Rue, and for that I am so very grateful.

Rue was quite sick only two months after my baby died and I think the
Good Lord knew that we just couldn't have borne two such deep losses
so close together. Somehow her neurological "spells" simply
disappeared and her worn out heart just kept going. This was without
any kind of medication or therapy...she just "got better".

I have no doubt we will all be reunited one day, and I really look
forward to it. But, until that day, I am so very grateful for the
blessings we've been given. I picture Rue running with all the other
animals I've had over the years...all the friends she outlived.

Last night an additional (and unexpected) blessing arrived. My
landlord rang me last night after receiving the news of Rue's death
and told me that when I was ready, we were welcome to add another dog
to our hearts and household. He said that he understood how it was
just too big a hole in the house with her not here and considering
Connor, he wanted to let me have that option. When I became his
tenant last February (we now live at the New Jersey seashore, in
Wildwood having moved from PA) I was amazed at his generosity. I had
two dogs and two cats...everyone was amazed that he allowed me four
animals. It was stipulated in my lease that I not "replace" Rue when
she died. However, it turned out that was the realtor's idea, not
his own. Upon my moving in, he dispensed with the realtor and we now
deal directly with each other - and he's been one of the very nicest
gentleman I've ever dealt with. That lovely man didn't even think
twice about it...but rang with his condolences and kindness. I
honestly think there are some people who must be heaven sent and my
landlord and his family are just that.

My Boston, Tuppence, was rescued by the NE Boston Terrier Rescue and
came to us at 8 months. She is now 5 and a sassy, spoiled little
bugger (who has a very bad habit of eating the cat's food and trying
to look innocent about it). Rue had an extremely strong maternal
instinct and was always mothering any animal in her path. She'd curl
about the barn cats whilst they were birthing their litters and even
clean off the newborns. Rue seemed to have some kind of universally
irresistable scent that attracted every kind of animal. Even feral
cats would sidle up to her and have a furtive rub. And, oddly
enough, no animal ever seemed to resent or resist her mothering.

Tuppence and our two cats (Daisy and Sunny) are all missing Rue quite
a bit. I've no doubt that another dog will be welcomed with joy by
all in our little home. There will never be another Rue...but there
will always be all that love.

Thanks for reading this everyone, and thank you for being such an
incredible group of people.

Hugs to all from Wildwood,
Jill and Connor
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From Mark & Deb Steeves, Canada:
Hoss was a great friend and companion.  He crossed the Bridge on January 31, 2008.

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From Jorie in Washington, 2/17/08:

Hey Everyone I got word last night that one of our puppies tragically 
died. 
It was an accident and we have known the parents of her since we got 
Emma, They have her Brother.
I don't know the tiny details but basically she was on a bike ride with 
them and she was in a tall box with her leash on. They had riden over 5 
miles and she was sleeping soundly, but apparently when they looked 
back she had somehow jumped out of the box and it instantly broke her 
neck. 
They feel horrible, so do we, she was our "favorite". She died on her 
13th week birthday :(. I know she had a wonderful 13 weeks as she was 
the tiny baby, but had SO much spunk. The owners of her happen to be 
dog trainers and she had already learned to sit, stay, and roll-
over..she was trying out the agility course as well!! 
Anyway I just needed to get it off my mind and write about it, Please 
pray for the family as they are taking it VERY hard.

Thanks everyone
Jorie
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I just wanted to let everyone know that we had to send Milton over the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. In the
recent weeks his body seemed to be really failing him: he was walking in really tiny circles, he was walking
into corners, his legs were just sliding out from under him and he couldn't get up, he seemed to be
losing his cognitive function eg. you just gave me a treat but I can't remember what to do with it, and his
appetite was in the toilet. We took him to our alternative vet who said that it was likely that his
Cushings tumor has gotten so big that it was pressing on other parts of the brain and he was probably in
constant pain. We also discussed this with our traditional vet who agreed. 

So, yesterday Michael, Max and I took Milton to release his beautiful little spirit from this mortal
coil. Our vet was very loving and I held him the whole time. He got to leave with his dignity intact
and with lots of love. But, my heart is still breaking.

Suzanne

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