The Rainbow Bridge
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 vigour; 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 Author unknown , |
Angel Wings
High up in the courts of heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates,
"For I know that my master will come," says he,
"And when he comes he will call for me."
And his master far on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there:
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his master's call he hears.
And I know that at last when his master waits
Outside, in the dark and cold
for the hand of death to open the gates
that lead to those courts of gold,
The little dog angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.
If It Should Be (dedicated to Saxon and Sonny)
If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep;
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand;
But don't let grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years;
What is to come can hold no fears.
You don't want me to suffer so
The time has come, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
But please stay with me 'til the end
To hold me close and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree,
It was a kindness done for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I’ll be saved.
Please do not grieve that it was you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close for many years;
Don't let your eyes hold any tears.
Author Unknown
The Shelter Dog
He was a Christmas present until he grew up and the family lost interest. He was dumped at a shelter one day. He cried the first night and for many nights until he got tired of crying. His voice never brought his beloved family back. Perhaps a new family would care for him? Lots of people came to the shelter but although they glanced at him they walked on by and chose other dogs; smaller dogs; younger dogs. He would jump up at the bars of his run and call out “Choose me, I will be your best friend,” but sadly the years went by and he never was chosen. His was to be the concrete floor of his pen; he gazed up at the sky but never ran free under it; never chased a ball; never had a toy to call his own; never had a warm basket inside in which to have his doggy-dreams. He never had a family to call his own; he never knew why he kept on being rejected. He was willing to protect to the death a family who would take him in and love him. He would have been so grateful for just a kind word and a pat now and then. The staff at the shelter were kind to him but it wasn’t the same, he wanted to have his own special family. The weeks turned into months and the months turned into years. The nights were lonely and he would howl at the moon, hoping his family would hear him but his family never came back. After years of living in the shelter his heart gave out with grief. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge and there God and the angels welcomed him. He was given his own basket to sleep in, a soft wonderful basket and during the days he played with all the other animals in Heaven. He had found a home at last.
Linda Shepherd
He was a Christmas present until he grew up and the family lost interest. He was dumped at a shelter one day. He cried the first night and for many nights until he got tired of crying. His voice never brought his beloved family back. Perhaps a new family would care for him? Lots of people came to the shelter but although they glanced at him they walked on by and chose other dogs; smaller dogs; younger dogs. He would jump up at the bars of his run and call out “Choose me, I will be your best friend,” but sadly the years went by and he never was chosen. His was to be the concrete floor of his pen; he gazed up at the sky but never ran free under it; never chased a ball; never had a toy to call his own; never had a warm basket inside in which to have his doggy-dreams. He never had a family to call his own; he never knew why he kept on being rejected. He was willing to protect to the death a family who would take him in and love him. He would have been so grateful for just a kind word and a pat now and then. The staff at the shelter were kind to him but it wasn’t the same, he wanted to have his own special family. The weeks turned into months and the months turned into years. The nights were lonely and he would howl at the moon, hoping his family would hear him but his family never came back. After years of living in the shelter his heart gave out with grief. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge and there God and the angels welcomed him. He was given his own basket to sleep in, a soft wonderful basket and during the days he played with all the other animals in Heaven. He had found a home at last.
Linda Shepherd
Pioneers of the white G.S.D movement in Australia.
1995-2010 Edelweiss Contessa (Tessa) the foundation bitch of Edelweiss kennels was beautiful and intelligent with superb hips and elbows. She died of old age at 14. She added 31 puppies to the white German Shepherd count in Australia between 1997 and 2000.
Edelweiss Blizzard (Saxon) 1997-2008, aged nearly 12. Saxon was the most intelligent, loving and gentle boy one could ever wish to have. Everyone who met him loved him. He was so special and so intelligent.
Saxon was the first German Shepherd in Australasia to earn his Flyball title (FD) which he did at the Royal Adelaide Show in 2000. The picture is of him wearing his show sash.
Saxon was the first German Shepherd in Australasia to earn his Flyball title (FD) which he did at the Royal Adelaide Show in 2000. The picture is of him wearing his show sash.
1998-2012 Edelweiss Kayla was a sweet and gentle dog who was brave enough to chase away a burglar who broke into her owner's house thinking no-one was home. She will be grieved over for a long time. Read her story here: Kayla
Edelweiss Jaric 'Tee Gee'1997-2008. Saved a hotel guest's life by his strange behaviour. His owner checked out the rooms and found a man having a heart attack. Tee Gee was intelligent and kindly and can never be replaced.
Read his story here: Tee Gee
Read his story here: Tee Gee